In Schiller's office at Gotham University, Victor stepped on the stool under his feet, stretched out his arms, and turned on the light bulb above his head.
He removed the old broken light bulb, looked at it in his hand, and then said: "If Gotham is going to build a museum, I must donate this light bulb. It can even stay there."
In the main display cabinet in the lobby of the building, because at least more than 20 generations of insect corpses have been condensed here..."
Anna, who was holding a flashlight underneath, showed a disgusted expression and said, "Can you please stop saying such disgusting things? I haven't had breakfast yet."
"Did you hear the siren?" Schiller, who was standing aside and looking up, said, "Since just now, three police cars have passed by here. Although this is not unusual in Gotham, the frequency is too high.
Alright?"
"A murder has occurred at Gotham University. Although the death of one person is nothing in Gotham, the nature of someone who dares to do it blatantly in the student dormitory is completely different."
"The Godfather feels that the Elliot family is provoking his majesty. Recently, the Falcone family and the Elliot family have been in tit-for-tat, and the situation seems a bit tense." Anna said with a frown.
Victor, who was replacing the new light bulb, sighed and said: "Actually, I have a very good impression of Thomas. He is not bad, polite, and he is more interested in learning than others. How come..."
"By the way." Schiller suddenly said: "The dead Doris was a student in the chemistry department. Did you teach her?"
"She is a senior this year and has very little time in school, so I don't know her. However, in the course I teach, there are several girls who are members of her group, and I have heard about her from their mouths."
Victor paused for a moment and recalled: "They gossiped about Doris's boyfriend during class, saying that he was young and promising, very handsome, and a lovable young man. No wonder Doris was so obsessed with it.
To him."
"I heard that Doris's boyfriend works at the Metropolitan Institute of Technology?" Schiller asked.
"Yes, and at a young age, he is doing research with a very famous tutor. I heard that after completing this year's project, he can be promoted from an intern assistant to a full-time employee. This is not easy."
Anna's eyes widened in surprise, and she asked: "How old is Doris's boyfriend? He can directly become a formal assistant of the Central Research Institute. This is indeed a saying that he is young and promising."
"Yes." Victor said with memories: "Back then, I had a colleague who also came from the Metropolitan Center Research Institute. There are many talented people there. If you want to occupy a place there, you must have real skills."
"I heard from Lex, a freshman from Metropolis, that he called the Central Research Institute and found Doris' boyfriend David, but David acted very coldly and didn't even want to come over to see Doris for the last time.
." Schiller said with a sigh.
·It’s really strange. I heard those girls say that the two of them have a very good relationship, especially David. For Doris, every time he comes to Gotham to find her, he always brings a large bouquet of flowers. Those girls’
His tone was full of envy." Victor shook his head.
"The world is so unpredictable, so I often advise my students not to focus on falling in love." Anna walked aside, threw the book in her hand on the table, and said: "Young love is always impulsive and exciting.
It’s unreliable. If Doris hadn’t died, she would have been crying over her boyfriend’s indifference.”
Schiller looked up at Victor's movements and said, "Is it done? Aren't you the most famous cryogenic scientist in the world? Why is it so troublesome to change a light bulb?"
"What does a cryogenic scientist have to do with changing a light bulb?" Victor choked on the dust on the lampshade and coughed twice. He waved his hand in front of his face to disperse the dust and continued to focus on playing with the light bulb.
"This interface is very insensitive. I am cleaning it. If I don't clean it, it will still cause problems after screwing it on... Oh, okay, I screwed it on. Anna, please turn on the switch and see if the light comes on.
not bright……"
Anna walked outside the room, opened the door of the electric box, and then raised the switch. In an instant, the light returned to the room. Both Victor and Schiller breathed a sigh of relief. Schiller stretched out his hand and supported Victor.
Get off the stool more often.
But at this moment, there was a "pop" and the light bulb went out again. Victor stumbled on the chair and almost fell down. Fortunately, Schiller held him up. Anna walked in again holding a flashlight. Victor
I had to stand on the chair again to check the light bulb.
After unscrewing the light bulb and checking it, he said, "No, it's not the light bulb. It seems the power is out."
At this time, it was early in the morning, and the room without lights was dark. Anna walked to the door and looked towards the corridor and said, "Okay, it seems that our building has another power outage."
"What's going on recently?" Schiller walked out with a frown, came to the window in the corridor, and said: "The power was cut off seven times in three days, and our building was affected every time, even during snowstorms.
It’s not that serious, what on earth are the power management departments doing?”
"You can't blame the power management department for this. All buildings except Gotham University are in normal condition. Last time I stopped the electrician who came to repair it. He said it was because of the aging of the circuit. This is an unexplainable excuse and there is nothing anyone can do about it.
." Anna shrugged.
"It can't always be like this. It has already affected normal teaching." Victor also walked out and said, "Let's go to the power distribution room and have a look. If the circuit is really aging, I should have something to do."
"Aren't you from the chemistry department? Do you also know about electricity?... Oh, you made the device for freezing your wife all by yourself. You don't have degrees in physics and mechanical engineering, right?" Anna chose.
He asked with raised eyebrows.
Victor smiled and took the lead. When he was approaching the stairwell, he turned back, leaned his elbow on the handrail, and said with a smile: "You got the answer right. In addition, I also have materials science and engineering."
The degree you studied..."
Anna shook her head, shrugged, and followed Victor quickly up the stairs. Schiller paused for a moment by the window because he saw a police car parked on the east side of Gotham University.
It's just outside the west gate of the gymnasium.
The power distribution room was not far from the main teaching building. The three of them quickly walked into the door of the power distribution room. It could be seen that there were traces of recent maintenance here, but it had no effect. Three of the electrical boxes were damaged.
Not working properly.
Victor began to check one by one, and even Anna could lend a hand, while Schiller could only watch, because after the electrical box was opened, there were probably hundreds of wires in it, and they were all in a mess.
"I would say that this electrical box should be donated to a museum. I have seen at least five generations of technology iterations in it. Could it have been made by Europeans?" Schiller said with some disbelief.
"It's not that exaggerated." Victor said while arranging the wires: "Actually, it just looks messy, just sort it out. If you think it's dusty here, just go outside and wait..."
"Okay, I..." Schiller was about to turn around and walk out. With a "pop", the door to the power distribution room was opened. Several policemen rushed in and pointed their guns at the people inside. Schiller frowned.
He raised an eyebrow, but then he saw the familiar Gordon in the crowd.
When Gordon saw that it was Schiller and Victor, he showed a surprised expression, hurriedly walked through the crowd, pressed down the gun hand of the police officer in front, and asked: "Why are you here?"
"That's my question to you, Detective Gordon, what are you doing here?"
"It's like this..." Gordon explained very calmly and methodically: "About half an hour ago, we received a report that another murder occurred at Gotham University. The crime occurred in the lounge of the gymnasium."
"The victim, Karina, was a sophomore at Gotham University and a member of the cheerleading team. Just about half an hour ago, someone strangled her to death with a belt."
"At the time of the incident, the members of the cheerleading troupe were rehearsing next door. In just five minutes, Karina lost her breath, and there were no witnesses. The reason is that at the moment of the incident..."
"There's a power outage." Schiller received the message. Just about half an hour ago, there was a power outage in their office, so they came here to check the power distribution room. Apparently, this group of police officers thought the same thing as them.
Gordon put his hands on his hips and sighed and said: "The technicians checked the lights in the gymnasium lounge. The bulbs were newly replaced and there are no problems. The switch is also working normally. The only thing that may have problems is here."
"Hey! Someone help me!" Victor suddenly called, and Schiller wanted to walk over, but Gordon winked at the subordinate next to him, and the young police officer walked over, and then took the hand from Victor.
I took the flashlight.
Half of Victor's body got into the huge electrical box, as if he was checking something deeper. After a while, he straightened up, smoothed his messy hair, and said: "The recent power outage.
It's not an accident, nor is it due to aging circuits, it's man-made."
Hearing this, both Gordon and Schiller narrowed their eyes. Apparently, they both thought of one thing, that was the murder. If the power outage was good for anyone, it could only be the murderer.
Perhaps in other places, students may hope that the school will have a power outage so that they don't have to go to class, but at Gotham University, even if they don't have to go to class, they have nowhere to go because it's too dangerous outside.
Staying in a school without electricity without going to class is simply torture, so no student will damage the equipment in the power distribution room just because he doesn't want to go to class.
Victor leaned sideways and leaned in again, then pointed inside and said: "The pipelines may be aging. A controller will not appear out of thin air here. Someone has installed a remote control switch here. If I guessed correctly, the
All electrical facilities have been equipped with this device."
"What's the use of this?" Gordon actually didn't see what Victor was pointing at, and he was sure that even if he saw it, he wouldn't understand it, so he asked directly.
"Obviously, it can shut down the school's power. I suspect it can even control the blackout of a certain building or even a certain room."
Victor touched his chin and said, "Actually, you don't have to go through so much trouble to cut off the power in the school buildings and rooms. You can just come here, find the power box, and do a little bit of manipulation."
"The fact that he needs to get such a device means that he may not be able to come here all the time, so he can only control it remotely," Schiller said.
"Then he shouldn't be a student or teacher at Gotham University. He may be an outsider." Gordon speculated that he seemed to have some ideas, then looked at Victor and said: "Professor Victor, please trouble you."
Check this device and see if you can follow the signal to find the person holding the remote control. I'll call the guard's surveillance to see if there is any suspicious person."
After finishing speaking, Gordon sighed, and he drove the other police officers out. When he and a few professors were left here, he said: "The murders that occurred at Gotham University made the godfather very sad."
He was dissatisfied because he thought someone was provoking him, so I was under a lot of pressure."
"If you have any clues, be sure to tell me. The students are all innocent. I don't want this kind of tragedy to happen again."
As soon as he said this, a police officer rushed in and shouted: "3rd floor! Someone on the 3rd floor was attacked again!!!"
