"Professor Rodriguez, why are you here?" Arthur turned to look at Schiller and asked in surprise.
"I went for a walk after dinner, and then I heard you say you were going to save someone. Who were you going to save? Why didn't you call the police?" Schiller asked.
But Arthur suddenly showed a somewhat embarrassed look and said: "I'm afraid it's useless to call the police, because the person I want to save is far away..."
"how far?"
"More than 4,500 kilometers away."
Schiller looked at Arthur in surprise and asked: "The man you want to save is on the west coast??"
Yes, the width of the United States from east to west is almost 4,500 kilometers. If you calculate it in the other direction, the data will not be exactly the width of the country.
"He is trapped on an island near California. He seems to have been injured recently. I have to find a way to help him."
"But how do you know? He called you? If he called you, why didn't he call the police directly?"
Although Schiller knew that this must be the information Arthur got through communicating with the fish school, he had to let Arthur confess on his own.
"I..." Arthur seemed a little confused about how to explain it. He looked back at the group of fish that were still waiting for him and said, "You may think I'm a madman, but I can hear the fish talking. I
I’ve had this ability since I was a child.”
"The fish told me that someone was trapped on an island near California. They brought me news about that person one after another. I was preparing to rescue him, but I didn't expect that he was injured today."
Before Schiller could say anything, Arthur waved his hand and said: "I know, you may want to call the police and arrest me, or send me to a mental hospital, but someone has done this a long time ago, and the police will not do it because of someone."
Anyone who says they can hear a fish talk will catch him unless they are crazy too."
Schiller shook his head and said: "You don't have to worry. I'm older than you and have seen many strange people and strange things. You are not special. What I am more curious about is, how do you plan to save him?"
"I plan to sail there. I'm actually a very good swimmer, but I'm afraid he can't do anything about it..."
"Don't tell me that you plan to go south, take the Panama Canal, or go north, take the Bering Strait, and then go around to the west coast? Let's not say whether you can hold it. Are you sure your ship can hold it?
Can you live there?" Schiller looked at Arthur and asked.
"But I have only dealt with the ocean. I have never even taken a train, and I don't know how to get to California." Arthur seemed a little confused. He had only seen such a long journey in movies, and it was still
The kind of movie that specializes in road trips.
The protagonists in this kind of movies usually hitchhikes casually, but Arthur felt that he was not that good at eloquence, and if he hitchhiked with his image, he would easily be regarded as a highway robbery.
Schiller sighed and said, "If it's as you said, the person you want to save is injured and can't last long. It's a matter of life and death, so I can help."
Arthur looked at Schiller, his eyes full of expectation. Schiller shook his head and said: "If you want to go to California, the fastest way is to take a plane, but obviously, there is no airport in Blüdhaven, and the closest airport to here is
, which is Gotham Airport.”
"If we set out to drive to Gotham now, it should already be night when we arrive in Gotham. You should have heard a lot of legends about Gotham late at night. Do you really dare to go?"
Schiller actually guessed that the unlucky guy Arthur mentioned who was stranded on an island near California was probably Green Arrow. Among the entire DC, the script "Trapped on a Desert Island" became Robinson Crusoe.
There is only one Oliver Queen.
"No, I have to go. In fact... I have heard the news a few weeks ago, but I thought he could..." Arthur sighed and said, "I should have known earlier.
I have to find a way to get over it, but I can't just watch him die there, right?"
"Every night, the fish school will bring me the latest news about him. He is a very strong brave man who will never give up when encountering any difficulties. After listening to his story of struggling to survive on an isolated island, I can't watch it.
He died..."
Schiller turned around and walked towards Arthur's house, and Arthur caught up with him.
Back in the house, before Arthur, who looked anxious, could speak first, Schiller said: "Mr. Curry, we are back."
Old Curry, who was adding firewood to the fireplace, glanced at it and said, "Oh, it's getting late now, Professor. The guest room prepared for you is upstairs. You can go up and rest at any time."
"Perhaps, I didn't tell you what major I teach. I am a psychology professor at Gotham University and also a psychologist."
"I saw Arthur standing outside looking at the sea, so I chatted with him. I found that he seemed to be eager for the outside world."
Old Curry was stunned for a moment, and seemed to hear what Schiller meant. He stood up, and then looked at Arthur. Arthur was no longer as expressionless as before, but looked a little moved. Old Curry sighed.
Said: "I have told you a long time ago to let you go out and have a look, but you always say that you like the sea and are unwilling to leave, but you always have to go out and see the world."
Old Curry sighed, sat down on the sofa, and said: "Your mother died in a shipwreck. I was busy with my duties as a lighthouse keeper and neglected your teaching. You are unwilling to travel or go to school.
I just want to stay here, Arthur, this is not good..."
Arthur's lips moved and he said: "I don't know why, but I just have a kind of attachment to the sea. When I think of going to a place without the sea, I feel a little scared."
"That's just because you are unfamiliar with such a place. Maybe if you go and see it, you will have a different feeling?" Schiller looked at Arthur and said, he paused, and then said: "It just so happens that I have one in California.
It’s an academic conference. In order to repay you for treating me to fish soup, I can take you around.”
Old Curry's eyes lit up when he heard about the academic conference. He has lived in this city all his life, and the word academic has never been associated with him.
In other words, no one in this city has anything to do with this word. This is just an inconspicuous small town on the east coast. Most people inherit their father's business from their fathers, and few even go to prestigious schools.
, let alone anyone entering academia.
"You can think about your favorite major. If you are really talented in this area, I can ask someone to write you a letter of recommendation. Maybe you can also go to Metropolitan University or other east coast universities to study.
"When Schiller finished speaking, old Curry's eyes had already started to shine.
This simple and gentle lighthouse keeper has the most simple thoughts. He hopes that his children can go to a good school, have a good job, and live a happy life, instead of being trapped in this city all their lives.
Take a fishing boat and do the hard and dangerous work of a fisherman.
Schiller did not treat Arthur particularly favorably, but he just took into account Arthur's future identity. In the future, he will be the Lord of the Seven Seas, the Master of Atlantis, and can be said to be the leader of all creatures in the ocean.
If he can live closer to normal people in the human world, then he will become like Clark, very close to humans, which will be beneficial to both parties.
It would be good to go to college with Clark, who is close to humans. The two of them should be able to talk to each other relatively well, at least they won't quarrel every day like Clark and Bruce when they stay together.
Arthur seemed a little flattered. He didn't expect that he would be praised by a university professor. When he was in high school, if he could get a recommendation letter from a well-known university professor, all the teachers in the high school would call him a genius.
.
"Of course, of course you can do this, Arthur, quickly... thank this professor quickly!"
Before Arthur could speak, Schiller lowered his head and glanced at his watch and said, "I'm afraid we have to leave now. This is an impromptu meeting. In order to discuss a major research result that was just discovered, I have to drive to Gotham now.
Go to the airport, catch your flight, and pack your luggage if you're coming."
Before Arthur could express his position, Old Curry immediately rushed him upstairs and said, "Of course you have to go. I don't know what the climate is like in California. Will it be hotter than here? Then the ones I bought for you
A T-shirt will come in handy, and by the way, you should also bring antiperspirant lotion..."
Soon, Arthur's luggage was packed. He didn't bring much, he only brought a change of clothes and some daily necessities. Schiller walked with him to the place where he parked the car before, and the two of them got in the car.
Afterwards, Arthur asked: "Can I still buy plane tickets now?"
Schiller lowered his head and glanced at his watch. It was now past 9 p.m. In the 21st century, booking tickets at night would not be a problem, but it was different now. It was 1989, and airlines still used on-site ticketing or ticketing.
Book tickets by phone.
In other words, if you want to book the nearest flight ticket now, you have to either go to the counter or make a phone call. However, after 9:00 pm, both the counter and the telephone customer service are closed. Therefore, if you do not use some of the
If it is the privilege of rich people, it will be difficult for Ding to get votes.
"It doesn't matter," Schiller replied: "I happen to know a pilot friend who is on call around the clock."
"Pilot? But where are we going to find the plane?" Arthur asked again.
Half an hour later, in the square of Wayne Manor, Arthur looked at the Bat Fighter, which could hardly be called an airplane, and opened his mouth in shock.
"This is an obsolete model, otherwise I wouldn't lend it to you." After changing his clothes and just about to go out to seek justice, Batman looked at Schiller and said, "Because you found an unreliable pilot.
"
After saying that, he turned his head to Hal who was standing next to him. Hal was still sleepy. He was dragged up from the bed by Schiller and was still on the edge of being half asleep.
Schiller poked him hard with his umbrella and said, "Wake up, you want to fly a plane."
Hal suddenly woke up, sighed and said, "What do you think? You suddenly have to fly across the entire United States to California in the middle of the night?"
"Of course it's because I still have a long time before my annual vacation, and I plan to change places to see the scenery."
Schiller was telling the truth. Originally, his annual leave was only 18 days, and more than half of it was taken up, so his travel could only be arranged in nearby cities. But now, he has almost a month of annual leave, so
Why not go further afield? He hasn't traveled to the United States yet.
Finally, the black Bat fighter slowly took off into the sky, and then disappeared into the night like a shooting star.
This chapter has been completed!