Schiller turned to look at Cobot. He was completely different from the timid umbrella boy when he first met him. Cobot was not tall and his figure was not strong. Judging from his bone structure, he was not that tall.
This kind of person can grow to a very tall person, but he is already much better than the skinny boy before.
He was wearing a suit often worn by gang leaders, his hair was neatly combed back, and his leather shoes were so bright that they reflected the pattern on the ceiling. However, he still rubbed his hands nervously, looked at Schiller with a smile and asked: "Professor,
Do you have time recently?"
"Are there any questions?" Schiller put down the lecture notes in his hand, looked at Copot and said, "If you have any, ask now. The professor's office is not equipped with computers for the time being, and I probably won't go to Multimedia for a long time."
Check emails in the classroom, it’s too hot now.”
"Yes, the weather is a bit too hot." Cobot sighed and said, "But I asked Mayor Roy, and he said this is to develop tourism. Gotham's beaches and seawater conditions are actually better than those in the metropolis.
It's better, all it lacks is sunshine."
"The group of tourists who came from afar seemed to like to bask in the sun on the beach. Lex did not start the instrument for two days in a row. Many people left disappointed, so the machine was almost always on after that."
"Gotham people have to adapt." Schiller shook his head slightly and said: "The current temperature is still within the normal range. Heat stroke is common because Gotham people are unprepared and continue to live in the sun according to their original rhythm of life.
If you work without taking any sun protection measures and without air conditioning, you will certainly suffer from heatstroke."
"But it will be much better after this summer." Schiller turned his head back to organize the handouts and said: "Gordon has organized a lot of manpower for disaster relief in advance, so it should be no big deal."
Cobot nodded. He licked his lips slightly and looked a little nervous, but he still said: "I know it's a bit presumptuous, Professor, to bother you on such a hot day, but there is indeed a strange thing happening recently. It may be
Murder."
Schiller frowned slightly, and Cobot pondered for a moment and then said carefully: "The Godfather suspected that it might be an organized poisoning, but this kind of thing has never happened before. You know, this is not Gotham."
Human style…”
Cobot showed a troubled expression. He looked around and found that the other students were lying on the table and had no intention of coming over to ask questions. The surrounding area was very empty and quiet, and the conversation between them would not be interrupted by anyone.
After hearing this, he said: "The Godfather suspects it is an outsider, such as the FBI, which has always been interested in Gotham."
"But the Godfather cannot say it clearly. The Twelve Families have complained about the large influx of outsiders and chaotic management. If this fact is made public again, the Twelve Families will definitely clamor to give them some trouble.
.”
"Once the contradiction intensifies, it will become an obstacle to the development of the tourism industry and industrial transformation and upgrading. Therefore, Your Excellency the Godfather entrusted me to investigate this matter secretly."
Cobot frowned and said: "Professor, I would never be so rude to ask you about my personal affairs in class, but this matter is really strange. I think psychology may be able to answer my doubts."
While Cobot was telling this matter, Schiller had been observing his expression. Cobot's face was serious, but more of a puzzlement. And it can be seen from the cautiousness of his questions that Cobot
He must have been investigating and thinking privately for a long time with no results before he mustered up the courage to ask Schiller.
Schiller hasn't been very busy recently, but he can't help much with the high incidence of heat stroke, because he is a psychiatrist. After helping Roy write a notice to remind citizens to pay attention to the symptoms of heat stroke, he has nothing to do.
Done.
The group of children in Wayne Manor are still in the main universe. The lunatics in Arkham Asylum are staying in the laboratory because the weather is too hot. No one comes out to make trouble. Schiller's recent main
His job is to teach, so when his students are in trouble, he is happy to help.
"It's not convenient to talk here. I have two classes this afternoon. We will meet at the entrance of the teachers' cafeteria at about six o'clock in the afternoon."
"Thank you so much, Professor."
This class passed quickly. The second class was for psychology majors, but there were still very few people coming, so Schiller had to change this class into a question and answer class.
On the way to the restaurant after class, Schiller felt a headache. Every teacher has this problem. The course progress is too fast and students are worried that they will not have time to review. The course progress is too slow and they have to rush forward to avoid finishing the teaching.
, Schiller is now troubled by the latter.
This may be the chain reaction of a vicious cycle. Due to the poor security situation in Gotham, not many foreign students dared to take the exam here. The locals were unable to adapt to the sudden change in climate, and they collapsed in droves.
Schiller is now pushing the teaching progress forward, which means that most of the people will not be able to listen to the class. But if he does not push it forward, he will definitely not be able to finish teaching before the end of the semester. But if the sick students are allowed to continue in class, the sick students will not be able to attend class.
Can't listen.
It is said that heat stroke can be cured immediately, but as long as the sun is still there, Gotham people are still too stupid to learn sun protection. So Schiller's cure may not be able to catch up with the speed of their disease, but if the sun is turned off,
, and it is detrimental to the tourism industry that wants to develop the golden coastline.
Schiller did not expect that enemies such as the cosmic tyrant did not give him a headache, but the daily teaching tasks really stumped him. Sure enough, this is the fate of every teacher.
While thinking about how to adjust the curriculum to catch up with the teaching progress as much as possible, Schiller walked to the teachers' cafeteria. On the way, he met Victor again, but it seemed that Victor only had one class in the afternoon, so he had already finished his meal.
, and walked in a hurry, looking like he was in a hurry to go somewhere.
Schiller wanted to stop Victor and ask, but when he thought that Cobot might still be waiting for him, he gave up the idea and walked quickly towards the main entrance of the teachers' cafeteria.
When he arrived at the teachers' cafeteria, Cobot was already standing at the door waiting for him. Schiller quickly walked up the steps, Cobot followed behind him. Schiller turned back and asked: "How long have you been waiting?"
"I just arrived, too, Professor." Cobot took out the square towel in his pocket and wiped the sweat on his forehead, then followed Schiller into the restaurant.
Unfortunately, there is no air conditioning in the classroom cafeteria, but there are more windows here, and the structure of the building is better than that in the classroom. There is cross-ventilation, which is much better than the stuffy heat in the classroom.
Cobot breathed a sigh of relief after he walked in. Like a fish that had just landed, he wiped the sweat from his forehead again and sat down next to a larger window with Schiller.
Schiller took a look at the menu, and just as he was about to order, the waiter came over and said, "Sorry, professor, the chef of the restaurant is ill and cannot cook the more complicated main dishes."
Schiller sighed, looked at the menu and said, "Then just tell me what I can order, and we'll have a simple meal."
Schiller looked at Copot and asked for his opinion. Copot sighed and said: "Many restaurants in Gotham are in this situation now, otherwise I will invite you to eat outside."
The two ordered a few dishes piecemeal, basically staple food. Schiller ordered a sweet and sour Spanish risotto, and Cobot simply ordered a Caesar salad, without soup or dessert at all, and refused butter.
and heavy sauces. Obviously, even if Schiller is not afraid of heat, this hot summer atmosphere makes people have no appetite for greasy things.
While eating, Cobot opened up his chatterbox and began to talk about the strange things that happened to the gang during this period.
"The Spencer family was very unhappy because of their daughter's marriage. The old Spencer and his wife have not been in good health. Some time ago, the old Mrs. Spencer contracted a strange disease."
"Strange disease? What strange disease?"
Cobot opened his mouth and said with some hesitation: "I didn't see the specific situation. I only heard from the accompanying female family members that the doctor had never seen this disease before, and old Spencer felt that his wife was cursed.
Already."
"Are there any symptoms?"
"I heard it was swelling all over the body." Scott pursed his lips and said, "I can understand that if the patient's appearance is abnormal, the family members usually don't want outsiders to see it. In fact, the old Mrs. Spencer has been on the bed for two days.
It has been more than 10 years, but the sudden change in his condition is still a little strange, and old Spencer is also on guard against someone plotting against him."
"What's wrong with Mrs. Spencer?"
"Stomach cancer, this lady is old, and everyone familiar with the matter knows that she will not live long. The old Spencer has already accepted the status quo. More than a month ago, the old Mrs. Spencer passed away, and the funeral was held at Gotham University.
Hosted by church.”
Schiller thought about it a little and discovered the strange point in this ordinary story. He gently rubbed the pattern on the handle of the silver spoon with his fingers and said: "There are indeed some diseases that can cause edema at the end of the limbs. The condition is more severe."
In serious cases, there may indeed be swelling all over the body, but stomach cancer..."
"Old Spencer had a good relationship with his wife. Even if death was inevitable, he didn't want her to suffer. So he invited many doctors and asked them to find ways to eliminate the swelling, but to no avail."
"Including the doctors at Wayne Hospital?"
"Yes, including some doctors from the metropolis."
Cobot paused again, glanced at Schiller's face, and then said: "I know this is a bit disrespectful to science, but old Spencer looked it up with the old priest at Gotham Cathedral, and the old priest said
This is not a curse..."
"Originally, it was okay. After all, old Mrs. Spencer was already terminally ill. There was no need to explore what happened to the strange symptoms before her death. After all, people cannot be resurrected."
"But just a week later, the eldest son of the Fanas family also died. His whole body was also swollen before. He was only sixteen years old when he died. Fanas simply couldn't accept it."
Cobot sighed deeply and said: "Originally, due to religious beliefs, direct members of the Twelve Families did not accept forensic autopsies, but the Farnas family only had one son, and the Farnas expected him to inherit the family. Suddenly,
So gone, Fanas vowed to find the murderer."
"He thought it was a man-made murder?"
"I'm afraid this is the only possibility." Cobot stared at the salad on the plate and recalled: "Little Fanas is only sixteen years old. He is in good health and has no genetic diseases. He also joined the basketball club in school.
Moreover, there were no signs at all before his death, and Fanas never heard his son say he was not feeling well."
Schiller thought for a moment and then asked: "What about the forensic test results?"