Chapter seven hundred and sixty-eight on the match seller Schiller
Half an hour later, Schiller carried Mirror Master, who had been soaked in the rain, to the office of Gotham University. At this time, Victor was packing his things and getting ready to get off work.
Seeing Schiller suddenly bringing a stranger over, he approached him curiously and asked, "What's wrong? Who is he? Why did you bring him to school?"
Schiller slapped the Mirror Master hard, causing him to stagger where he stood. Schiller looked at him and asked, "By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet. What is your name?"
"My name is Sam, Sam Scudder." Mirror Master replied, shrinking his neck.
Now, he is under the eaves and has to lower his head. The black curse surrounding his body has not yet been solved. He can clearly feel the passage of life force. If Schiller cannot help him solve the curse, he will die.
So, he could only follow Schiller to Gotham University.
Aiming at the weakness of the Mirror Master, Schiller first used psychological tactics to make him panic, and then he was caught off guard by covering all reflective items, leaving only one flaw, which was the reflective umbrella knife.
But the umbrella knife and the umbrella handle are actually one piece, and living in the umbrella handle is Constantine's brother, the cursed soul who was strangled to death by him in his mother's belly and turned into an innocent soul.
The cursed soul cannot actively attack. It must possess someone or an object, and during the possession process, there must be contact for a certain period of time and cannot float away out of thin air. Therefore, Schiller must lure the mirror master to possess himself.
Wearing an umbrella.
In the panic, Mirror Master chose the only escape route without thinking. Naturally, he stepped into the trap and was entangled by the cursed soul.
Schiller once tested the effect of the cursed soul on Marvel's Black Panther, and he was very satisfied with the results. Even the Panther God was helpless against this unknown curse.
After all, if this cursed soul is really Constantine's twin brother, then he should have the same extraordinary magical talent as Constantine, and after it transforms into a life form, it will have even more powerful power.
Not surprising either.
Anyway, Mirror Master was in bad luck. Schiller grabbed his collar and dragged him to Gotham University. When he heard him announcing his home address, Schiller nodded, and then said to Victor: "My registration application form here is
It’s over, do you have any more? Give me another one.”
"Yes, yes, but what do you want to use it for? You don't want him to enroll in school, right?" Victor looked at Mirror Master up and down and said, "He doesn't look like a native of Gotham."
"Our school is eclectic and can recruit students from across state lines," Schiller replied.
"Hmm...but he doesn't look like a student."
"It's a matter of clothing." Schiller answered again. He dragged Mirror Master to the lounge next to the office. After throwing him in, he threw him a set of clothes and asked him to change into them. Anyway, the curse was there.
He didn't dare to run away.
Mirror Master changed his clothes dejectedly. The sweater and sweatpants made him look ten years younger. Schiller dragged him into the office again, pointed at him, and said to Victor: "Look, this
Doesn’t it look like a student?”
"But...but does he really need to learn skills?" Victor looked at Mirror Master up and down, and saw that Mirror Master had a very clean and tidy beard, no calluses, and well-maintained hands. He continued
Said: "He doesn't seem to need to learn skills to support himself."
The mirror master nodded his head so hard that his neck almost broke. Schiller looked at him and showed a fake smile and said: "It's not whether you need to learn technology, but I think it's not necessary for you to learn technology."
Mirror Master looked at him and said: "But...but I have graduated from college. I am an outstanding graduate. I..."
Realizing that Schiller's eyes were getting worse and worse, the Mirror Master's voice became smaller and smaller, and he said, "Well, it's okay to study for another degree."
Victor brought a registration form and watched Schiller writing on it. He asked: "Which major do you plan to divide it into? Or auto repair?"
"No, I plan to open a separate major specifically so that his expertise can be fully utilized." Schiller wrote the registration form without raising his head. He said, "It's called the mirroring and transmission major. Let's hang it first.
If research results are produced under the name of the Technical Vocational College, they will be merged into this college."
"Mirroring and teleportation?" Victor frowned and recited this awkward professional term again. He looked at the mirror master and asked: "Can you teleport?"
Mirror Master nodded absently, turned his head slightly, and looked at the ceramic water cup next to Victor. The surface of the white water cup was very smooth, and the light could be seen. With a "swish", Mirror Master got in, and in the water cup
On the surface, he waved to Victor.
Victor's eyes widened, he picked up the water cup, looked up and down, and felt very confused. After a while, the Mirror Master came out of the cup, and Victor immediately said: "Come here and tell me, how did you do it?"
Is it possible? What kind of technology is this?”
"Before making the mirror, I added a special chemical substance to the solution in which the mirror was being made. After the mirror gained special abilities, I conducted other research, and this gun..."
Of course, Mirror Master would not let go of the opportunity to show off his skills. After speaking for a while, he looked up at Victor and said, "Are you also a professor at this university? What major do you teach?"
"I am a low-temperature physicist, and now I mainly teach physics. Of course, my research scope is relatively broad, including chemistry, mechanical engineering, and some natural sciences."
"Cryogenics?" Mirror Master Mosuo said, holding his pistol: "I also know a guy. He seems to have mastered some kind of cryogenic technology, but I can't quite figure it out."
"Oh?" Victor raised his eyebrows and showed interest. He said: "Now, there are not many people studying low-temperature physics. If he is famous in the industry, I should have heard of him. By the way, where are you from?
A city?”
"Central City, the weather there is much better than here." Mirror Master complained. Now he also knows that his defeat to Schiller was not unfair. This was completely a trap for him, but it was also his bad luck.
Well, we caught up with the typhoon.
"Central City?" Victor touched his chin and said, "I haven't heard that there is a famous cryogenic laboratory there."
While the two were chatting, Schiller came to the mirror master with the registration form, shook it, handed it to him and said: "Now, take this form and report to the Academic Affairs Office, and then honestly
Stay in school and study, and you can’t leave until you graduate, otherwise..."
Schiller raised his umbrella again, and the Mirror Master took two steps back, swallowed and said, "Don't worry, I have a double undergraduate degree, both with full scholarships, and I am an outstanding graduate. I have sufficient internship experience.
I am good at the ratio of various chemical preparations, I..."
"Okay, if your academic performance is very good, we will also give you a full scholarship. After all, we can't even find anyone who can give a scholarship now." Schiller laughed at himself.
After the Mirror Master left, Victor leaned next to Schiller's desk and said with a smile: "Do you still remember the topic we discussed? We are all travelers in the snowy night, in the vast snowfield, lighting up
campfire……"
Schiller said while reading the paper: "Of course, remember, everyone who comes here will add more firewood, so the campfire will never go out."
"What you are doing now is more like standing by the campfire, holding a box of matches and buying and selling by force." Victor said with a smile: "Others are obviously not cold and don't need matches at all, but you still insist on selling.
"
Schiller paused for a moment, then said, "How do you know he's not cold?"
Victor choked and said, "He is not even from Gotham. He has finished college well and has a stable job."
"If he had finished college well and had a stable job, why would he break into Wayne Tower and steal things?" Schiller asked rhetorically.
Victor had nothing to say, and Schiller continued: "Why do you say he doesn't need matches? Are you a psychologist, or am I a psychologist?"
"Also, what is forced buying and selling? I have shouldered part of the society's obligation to rehabilitate criminals for free. I should write a bill to the central city's municipal government and ask them to pay for that Sam's tuition."
Victor shook his head. Anna sat in her seat and said without raising her head: "I really don't understand why you have to argue with a psychologist. This is his specialty."
"Yes, it's like counting the three of us who can speak in this office, and after you, there are only two people left, which is your professional scope." Schiller shot back.
Victor didn't say anything. He put on his coat, picked up the key, and said, "Are you still staying in the dormitory today? If so, I will leave the key to you."
Without raising his head, Schiller said: "Yes, I won't go back today. I will have to get up tomorrow morning and stare at the students at the Technical College."
Seeing Schiller's focused expression, Victor shook his head, turned and left.
The Mirror Master, who had left Schiller's field of vision, found a nearby public phone booth. After dialing the number, he said: "This is what happened..."
He briefly explained his current situation. The tone of the other person's voice was very low, but he did not criticize him harshly. Instead, he said: "I will send someone to Gotham University to investigate and respond to you at the same time. After you solve the curse problem, you will immediately
Return to a safe location."
Mirror Master looked around and lowered his voice and said: "That professor is difficult to deal with. Are you sure the person you sent can..."
"Don't worry, he is an old acquaintance of yours. He will go there tonight. As long as you don't make too much noise, no one can stop you."
After hanging up the phone, Mirror Master breathed a sigh of relief. His previous attitude was just a delaying tactic. He didn't believe that he would be trapped in a university, and he had no interest in studying at a vocational and technical school.
After nightfall, when the wind and rain subsided, Victor was reading in his dormitory, mainly some information on neurology. He was starting to take the exam for a doctorate in neuroscience.
His wife's physical condition no longer has any major problems. The only unresolved problem is neurodegenerative disease.
The difficulty with this disease is that it will continue to get worse once it is thawed, so even though his wife's physical condition has returned to normal, or even healthier than normal, Victor still did not choose to thaw her.
He was unwilling to gamble unless there was a 100% success rate. Although Schiller brought a lot of information, expert consultation was necessary to solve Victor's wife's neurodegenerative disease.
No matter how skilled any doctor is, there is no guarantee that he can make an accurate diagnosis without seeing the patient. Even Strange, the medical master, must first see the patient and make a diagnosis.
Surgery can only be performed after a thorough examination.
When the two parties cannot meet, conservative treatment is adopted. Although the process is slow, it is highly safe.
Thanks to the efforts of the two worlds, the development of freezing technology has reached its peak. Frozen people will not have any problems with their body functions. As long as neurodegenerative diseases and genetic problems can be slowly solved, there is a possibility of complete recovery.
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[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
Victor, who was thinking about these questions, glanced out the window while reading, and then discovered a sneaky figure under the teacher's dormitory building.
Victor narrowed his eyes. He glanced out of the window, then put on his coat, picked up the freeze gun on the table, and walked toward the door.
In the corridor, he glanced towards Schiller's room. Schiller didn't even take off his coat. You were sleeping soundly on the bed, with a hint of fatigue between your brows.
Victor knew that although the students had a busy schedule, the teacher who stared at them would only make them busier.
As for Schiller, in addition to keeping an eye on the technical college, he also had to take undergraduate courses, write graduate thesis papers, and help Bruce solve a lot of troubles so that he could study with peace of mind.
Victor thought, Schiller the match seller? This is really not a fairy tale worth telling, because it is filled with too much realistic helplessness.
This is more suitable to become the city's new dark nursery rhyme. If you are unwilling to get closer to the campfire on a snowy night, or are unable to pick up a torch on a cold night, you can find a new way out for yourself.
Then, maybe you will see a professor holding a match at the end of a dark alley, lighting a cigar on your way home, and before the smoke disperses, he will hand it to you