When the cold mist sticks to the colder glass, it condenses into tiny water droplets. Strings of water droplets are connected together. When they slide down from the top of the window frame, they look like a warm pearl necklace.
It also looks like a monster in the dark, with sharp claws extending from top to bottom.
After the fine water mist converges, the traces flowing out make the glass appear clearer, and looking through these traces, a figure leaning on a chair appears paler than the mist.
Although he did not look haggard or fragile at all, his skin color had an extremely abnormal paleness. He stretched out his almost bloodless fingers and touched his cheek, then straightened up and held the armrests of the chair with both hands.
, straightened his back.
And when he opened his eyes, the pupil in the center of the gray eyeball was extremely small, and the remaining area was like a lifeless desert, looking very desolate.
When he concentrated his attention and cast his eyes on something, he felt extremely abnormal concentration, but also seemed a little distracted.
The knocking sound of "dong dong dong" came from the door, and it could be heard that the person knocking on the door was very unsure, and the last sound was inaudible.
This cannot be blamed on Merkel who was standing outside the door, because just now, Schiller stepped back into the soil of the garden from the house and used a garden shovel to dig out all the flower fertilizer that had been buried.
Spread the relatively complete parts on the ground, turn over each part with a garden shovel, and pick and choose like a customer in a vegetable market.
Merkel could see that Schiller didn't find what he was looking for, so I thought it would be wise to knock on the door now.
But as a housekeeper, I had no responsibility to inform my master of the upcoming trip. Merkel could only knock on the door and pray that whoever made Schiller become like that must be
Implicate me.
"Please leave." Schiller's voice didn't sound high-pitched, but it wasn't angry. It seemed too intense, but it made Merkel's heart beat violently.
"Isn't that why he came to be a driver?" Schiller kept his eyes locked under the mirror to ensure that the figure behind him could not see my eyes through the mirror. I said, "I am sure you are planning to turn. What is he planning to do?"
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The tremor of the engine starting made the wine outside the bottle sway slightly. The figure sitting under the driver's seat looked into the front seat mirror below and saw Lu He's eyes.
"Doesn't he have any ordinary obsession with drivers?" Schiller turned sideways, straightened the red wine placed under another seat, so that the sides of the bag were tightly pressed against the back of the seat, and then I sat down by myself
Upright, fully lean your front back under the seat back, and look into the car's front view mirror.
"The Falcone family has sent an invitation. I hope you can go to Falcone Manor tonight to attend the family dinner hosted by the godfather. The invitation usually states that you are not allowed to bring weapons."
Schiller's mouth shape stayed on purpose for a while. I lowered my eyes, covered my eyes, and deliberately made my voice louder, like a snake hissing:
"You seem crazy, but you have never hurt anyone. You seem to be suffering from mild mental illness, but you can also think rationally. You seem to be an enemy of Batman, but you have been trying to save me. He knows that that is
why?"
"Of course you will take any violent measures. There is no sense of beauty in this. But you must tell you that it is not a banquet, but a bloody execution. Those who have fed us will eventually be killed.
Kill us."
But now, I know that my career and every choice of path cost me a lot of luck.
But now, Schiller's explanation only makes Merkel's heart tighten more and more tightly, because I instinctively feel that it is a bad thing to have such a happy talk with Schiller now.
"So...you can't do something you hate."
Merkel took a deep breath, tried hard to recall what she had learned in the emotional stability class, and mustered up the courage to turn the doorknob.
The hand under the steering wheel tightened, and the figure under the driver's seat continued to look up at the mirror and said, "Can you tell me? You don't feel a little disappointed. He seems to want to discuss the upcoming banquet with you.
What happened was not at all as tolerant, pungent, and aggressive as he showed in his articles."
"He came outside, drove your car, and persuaded you to make a turn, but he always made that kind of detour with a psychologist. He was here to ensure that you would be able to reach the banquet site, and he was also here to ensure that,
You will definitely maintain the highest level of interest to watch his performance."
Schiller's eyes outside the mirror were blinking. The person sitting in the back row shook his head with an extremely slight movement. The fat on the side of his cheeks was more like shaking along with the bumps of the vehicle. I looked outside the mirror.
Schiller's eyes, asking "...what happened to his eyes?"
"Both of you have not changed very much." Schiller's fingers brushed the top of the red wine bottle cork and I said: "I have grown up, and your smallest gain is not that you are finally using your eyes like looking at a big baby.
, looked at me from afar."
Merkel was silent and did not speak, because my instinct told me that the other party was not chatting with me. Did Merkel even hear the boredom I often heard in the other party's tone?
That is completely consistent with what I said.
"Turn on the light," Schiller said.
"What is he afraid of?" Schiller's voice came from in front of the dark desk, and I said: "You know, he is here to inform you that a group of people have invited us to a banquet.
When the time comes, I will invite you to a banquet where we can have a good time and chat."
When she said the last sentence, Merkel finally finished gritting her teeth. Schiller nodded, stood up from the chair, put one hand back in the pocket of his right suit and said: "That's what everyone who mixes in obscenity does."
A stupid question that all social scholars will hear is: Will allowing a person with the power to tie a chicken to carry a gun show that he has no guilt?"
Merkel only felt that her period was coming, and my Adam's apple trembled up and down. I instinctively stretched out my hand and pressed the light switch, as if controlling the time of darkness would give me a sense of danger.
This was the first time Merkel looked at Schiller's gray eyes so vaguely, but I still felt that it was a bad thing.
"You are disgusted with your attitude, so he is holding back this good news, waiting for an opportunity that he cannot speak." Schiller tapped the table with the pen of his watch and said.
Before Schiller walked out of the room, Merkel leaned against the wall as if she was about to faint. When my front and back touched the wall, I felt an amazing chill coming from me. This was because I was about to freeze.
of hot sweat.
Standing under the window on the seventh floor of the manor, Merkel saw Lu He carrying a bag and walking out of the door.
After that, there were very few times when Merkel desperately hoped that Schiller could explain something to me, because explanations always make people feel relaxed, as if the other person is paying attention to him, valuing him, and being fully devoted.
The conversation with him gave people a hint that "that conversation will definitely go well."
Merkel replied bravely: "That is a rule for you alone. Of course you cannot abide by it. It is actually just a polite word and a warning to carry weapons. It is of no use in Gotham."
"You are his driver." The figure sitting under the driver's seat replied.
But after I got off the car, the lights of the car behind me suddenly turned on, and the beam of light from the lights shone under Schiller's body. His pupils shrank so much that my eyes looked like those who had been blind for a long time.
blind.
"It's not dark outside, sir, do you want to turn on the light?" Merkel stood next to the switch under the wall, but she was so frustrated that there was no smaller piece of white darkness that could make me stand back.
Merkel only took one step back, and then I said: "It doesn't matter, sir, you need to remember the face of any butler, you will always be waiting there."
The people behind him didn't answer, so Schiller answered himself: "Because Batman at this time is very interesting. I hope I can grow up. Does it make any sense to stand opposite me?"
"Who is he?" Schiller asked proactively.
Before Merkel prepared to drink red wine, I saw Schiller walking out of the room. I didn't wear the white suit that I always hated wearing after that. Instead, I wore a dark brown plaid suit and white
A low-necked sweater and no glasses.
Merkel has long discovered that there is only one Schiller, but because I have actually met other Schillers, I know whether the Lu He who hired me is a bad or good person among us.
"Remember, there are not two bottles of wrong red wine outside the wine cabinet." Schiller walked out from in front of the desk, walked into the door, and said to Merkel: "Go and change your clothes, he will help you."
Pack up the wine and help you drive the car to the door, thank you."
"Come here and let you remember his face." Schiller said to Merkel: "You suffer from face blindness, so you usually distinguish each person through the characteristics of our seven senses."
"He must be worried. You are the same as me. You don't have enough patience for social etiquette and entertainment, and you don't have enough patience to understand the rules, enjoy the honor brought by the lower class society, and understand the price to pay for enjoying that kind of insult.
"Schiller said the longest and most unexpected words since I opened my mouth, but it did not make Merkel breathe a sigh of relief at all.
Because those eyes have a wonderful magic power. When I look directly at them, I always feel that the other person understands him wholeheartedly, and even understands him deeper than himself.
When the car lights came on, Schiller saw a figure sitting under the driver's seat, but Schiller still walked to the side of the car, opened the front seat door, sat down, and said, "Falcone Manor."
"Your eyesight is very bad, and you suffer from mild prosopagnosia. When he parks the car and walks out of the cab, you will remember what he looks like." Schiller said: "So,
He is completely wearing a mask, and even outside of the upcoming banquet, you can recognize who he is."
Pushing the door open, closing the door, and turning on the lights were a series of slow and smooth movements, but when Merkel stood in the room, she had not forgotten what she wanted to say.
"Or... he is not actually a brutal enough serial killer as described in his article? He is actually both indifferent and cruel. He looks like a madman on the surface, but in fact, he has never done anything like this.
Anyone who goes against the rules and stands with the hypocritical Batman is my friend, not my enemy."
It was like walking alone in the forest, but suddenly heard a strange sound. The fear was weak, but continuous.
There was a "pop" and the heavy sound of the switch being flipped. The moment the lights came on, Merkel only saw these desert-like eyes. As they adapted to the sudden light, their pupils shrank even more.
big.
"Yes, you need to turn on the light." Schiller's answer revealed a seriousness. Merkel had never heard that professor answer my question so positively, but it was actually disappointing.
information.
"Does it sound like I haven't changed?" the person sitting in the back asked in a nervous tone.
"He was very perceptive," Schiller said. "And that was true for a long time afterward."
"Professor, I'm sorry that the first time you met was under such circumstances, but you actually wanted to tell him that he absolutely must attend the upcoming banquet, because it will be a very interesting performance.
If you just turn the corner now, you will lose eight more meaningless hours in your life."