Chapter 1784 Summer in Fool’s Village (Twenty-four)
When Thalia was hesitating to get out of bed for the thirty-fourth time, her willpower was kicked hard by the scent coming from downstairs.
This is simply unreasonable, Thalia thought, her room's location in Rodriguez Manor is almost equivalent to Texas being to the United States, and there is no way this damn scent could drift here through the layers of corridors.
Unless they didn't drift in from the corridor.
Thalia pressed her middle finger and ring finger on her still aching forehead. She walked to the window with disheveled clothes and messy hair. She opened the heavy curtains with a wave of her arm, and a strong fragrance suddenly rushed into her nose.
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When she lowered her head and looked down, Schiller was looking up at her from the edge of the transparent glass door of the flower pavilion.
Thalia let out a small groan of pain. The damn thing was that she now knew that the ingredients in the cauldron on the picnic table were probably not much less than those in the witch's cauldron, but she still wanted to
Eat a lot because she is really hungry.
Under normal circumstances, hunger is not a problem. Thalia can even remain motionless when delicious food is placed in front of her and she is close to the limit of hunger that her body can tolerate, but not now.
She doesn't know why it's not now. She doesn't know that the human body is actually more sophisticated than she imagined. The most sophisticated thing is that she adheres to the principle of elastic threads. An over-tightened thread has only two consequences, or it breaks.
Or after relaxing, you find that you have lost your elasticity and can no longer be so tight.
The human spirit has its limits. If the mental torture Thalia had experienced before was nothing more than slowly tightening the string, then Schiller was almost equivalent to using a bow to play a Pagani on it.
Ni.
Then she took her hand back, Thalia thought a little desperately, leaving the broken strings alone on the instrument, so why couldn't she make some noise on her own?
Thalia jumped directly from the third floor.
Merkel, the housekeeper standing on the other side of the flower pavilion, looked more nervous than when she was kidnapped. He stared at Thalia with wide eyes as she stood up straight in the bushes and reached out to push back her wild black hair.
Gather it together, and then brush off the leaves stained on the silk nightgown with your hands.
Only then did Thalia see clearly that there was a picnic table placed inside the flower pavilion, but there was also a small round paint-red barbecue stove behind it, and the fallen monstera leaves looked like natural fans.
, the white heat looks innocent and harmless against the green background.
Pamela sat behind the barbecue and picked the meat with tongs. The meat looked very fresh, deep purple in color, and very attractive against the background of large green plants.
Schiller was putting plates on the picnic table. Merkel was holding a lot of rotten leaves picked out from the flower pavilion and walking farther away. The two children were separated by a transparent glass door.
Playing tag, the whistling wind blew up the cloth at a corner of the picnic table, and a strong hand stretched out to smooth out the wrinkles with his fingers.
Like smoothing something else, Thalia thought in a daze, but for some reason, what came to her mind was not a plaid dress that was more similar to a bright plaid tablecloth. What was it?
Thalia shook her head gently to get rid of the irrelevant associations. She lifted the hem of her nightgown, threw off two slippers on the left and right, and walked barefoot outside the flower pavilion.
"You are taller than Anna, but I only have her nightgown here. I'm thankful she didn't vomit all over her body after the party."
"She is your colleague?"
"Yes, a respectable mathematician." Schiller opened the door of the flower pavilion for Thalia, and Thalia picked up her skirt with one hand and strode in.
Pamela, who was sitting behind the stove and picking bones, raised her eyebrows at Thalia, but Thalia really didn't have time to play with her now. She was going crazy with hunger. Even if there was an entire periodic table of elements in the pot, she
You also have to eat like crazy.
"It looks like you are starving, but unfortunately, there are no decent chefs in Gotham right now. The meals were cooked by my butler, and some of them are not suitable for this season."
Schiller moved away, and Thalia stretched out her head to take a look into the pot. Good, she had thought there was something wrong with the butler named Merkel before. If he was really one of those weak British guys, he would
She should have burst into tears the moment she strangled his neck.
It was true that borscht was completely inappropriate for this season, but Thalia thought that nothing better suited her stomach than a high-calorie vegetable soup. After all, if she filled her stomach with cold Spanish ham, she might eat a pig.
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Schiller had already brought a big wooden spoon and served Thalia a large bowl of soup without any hesitation. When she sat at the dining table with the bowl in her hands, she looked up at Schiller and said, "I thought your banquet would be great."
Even……"
"What will be more?"
"I don't know, it's just like what I have attended before, a heavy long table, a tablecloth without any wrinkles, and a table of dishes whose ornamental value is completely greater than their taste."
"You have an amazing sense of humor, Miss Thalia." Schiller smiled, took the pot further, and then said: "If possible, I would also like to hold a banquet like that, but
Unfortunately, the scorching heat has swallowed up almost all Gotham’s famous chefs and guests on the invitation list. It is also difficult to ensure the safety of the ingredients. The high temperature will cause the meat to spoil very quickly."
Thalia couldn't help but look at the meat that Pamela was processing. The color of the meat was a bit strange, darker than the raw meat Pamela had ever seen. There was very little fascia and almost no smell of blood.
"What kind of meat is that?"
"Have you ever eaten moose meat?" Schiller began to put cold dishes on the plate. It was still cheese, ham, vegetable salad and other dishes. The aroma was completely covered up by the hot soup in the pot.
Thalia took a sip of the soup in the bowl and let out an uncontrollable sigh. She could feel how much butter was put in it. She even began to feel a little grateful for Russia's history, culture and weather.
"About our previous topic..." Schiller lowered his voice slightly. Thalia wasn't sure if she heard tenderness in that low voice, but she saw Schiller clearly gestured to Pammy with his eyes.
pull.
Thalia asked, "What's wrong?"
"Bruce sent her here, but she didn't want to come."
Thalia raised an eyebrow. She thought she understood what Schiller meant. She scooped out the dry matter in the soup as quickly as possible with a spoon, took a few sips of the soup cautiously, and then stood up from the chair next to the picnic table.
He got up and sat on the small stool next to the barbecue stove.
"Are you Bruce's girlfriend?"
"Obviously I'm not." Pamela glared at Thalia and said, "That's just their rumor."
"Then why are you here for him?"
Pamela lowered her eyes and said, "Because I don't want the rumors to continue."
"Because becoming Bruce Wayne's girlfriend will bring you unimaginable huge trouble, huh?" Thalia raised her eyebrows, full of unspeakable beauty.
"He is deliberately letting such rumors go." Pamela rubbed her furrowed eyebrows with two fingers, and said with a hint of pain in her tone: "I didn't actually get anything from him, but he let him
People thought that I was hooked up with a rich guy, and when those people gave me trouble because of jealousy, he acted very happy, a damn sadist."
Thalia withdrew her eyes, and the smile in her eyes gradually dissipated. She began to turn over the charcoal in the barbecue, but it seemed that she was just looking for something to do with her hands. Soon she said half hypocritically and half sincerely.
: "Looks like we all have a little trouble with him."
"It's not just the two of us." Pamela snorted coldly, and then said: "Did you know that he has a fiancée?"
Of course Thalia knew, but she still acted a little surprised and said: "Not a girlfriend?"
"No, she used to live in Wayne Manor and helped Bruce take care of his child. She was not his adopted son, but his biological daughter."
All the information showed that there were still things that Thalia had not investigated. Although she did not expect Pamela to have information, he still asked: "Bruce Wayne seems to have no marriage history."
"Obviously another victim." The short knife used for deboning was pierced on the thigh flesh. Pamela lowered her head gloomily, continued her actions and said: "Of course, the whole world thinks that he is romantic.
As it should be, aren't you too busy to squeeze into his bed?"
Talia cleverly avoided the topic, but she thought this might be a good opportunity, and of course, it had nothing to do with her original plan to obtain Batman's genes.
Now she realizes that if Batman is really a scumbag with no moral bottom line, then there may be no other way besides trying to knock him out and forcibly obtain his genes.
But of course Batman would be wary, so Talia knew she needed to find a way to distract him, in short, cause Batman some trouble.
"People laugh at the rich man's love history, because it cannot be said that those who are entangled with him are completely innocent." Thalia tucked her black hair behind her ears and said: "Most people like his money, and some just like the world.
The vanity that the richest man can bring as a boyfriend, but if he's abusing these girls, that's another thing, right?"
"What kind of abuse is this?" Pamela shrugged and said, "He neither hit me nor scolded me. People will say that I spread the scandal myself in order to threaten Bruce so that it would become true."
"He is actually doing this." Thalia stared at Pamela and said: "He enjoys playing with these girls and watching them suffer. Even if they are too difficult to deal with, he will resort to illegal means...
Did he drug you?"
Pamela opened her eyes wide and said, "Of course not."
"Really? Is there anything suspicious at all? For example, sudden dizziness, lack of concentration, etc."
Pamela pursed her lips and showed a hesitant expression. She shook her head and said, "How can you tell the difference between that and staying up late and working hard? Please, this is not a court examination."
"Have you discussed these issues with your professor, Pamela?" Schiller asked.
Pamela shook her head and said, "This is my private matter."
"Perhaps he saw this exactly." Schiller said as he smoothed the folds of the tablecloth: "He knew that society would put great pressure on any member of the opposite sex who came forward to correct him. People would say that you took the money and accepted it.
Expensive gifts, so I voluntarily accepted mental abuse. Even if you take a step back, I would only say that you fell into the trap of worshiping money and you deserve it."
"No matter what, Pamela." Schiller turned to look at Pamela and said: "The professors of Gotham University will stand on the side of justice and justice. We will not bow for money or public opinion."
At this time Thalia stood up, she smiled, her eyes sparkled and said: "Professor Schiller, maybe you can introduce me to a good doctor?"
"what are you up to?"
"Drug Residue Testing."
If you cheat, you will be lame
(If someone looks in the mirror, I won’t say who it is)