"Is he dead?" Raven squeezed himself into the gap between the stair railing and the wall as much as possible, slowly accepting the fact that he had just witnessed a murder.
The Azeroth where Raven lives is an orderly society, so she understands the importance of rules even better than those magicians who have been exposed to the magic world since childhood. Killing is also a felony in their country and requires extremely severe punishment.
And because the society there is more primitive, killing people often requires death.
Schiller carried the statue and looked at her.
Raven shuddered and bit her lip, but in the end she couldn't say something like "I didn't see anything."
"Why did you kill him?"
Schiller sighed softly, looked down at the statue in his hand, and set his sights on the messenger bag placed on the sofa.
Raven carefully tiptoed around the body, walked to the back of the sofa, reached out and fished out the messenger bag.
She didn't pull on the strap of the messenger bag, but on the bottom of the messenger bag, so something fell out when she pulled it back.
A huge bone chopping knife.
"hiss……"
Raven immediately looked up at Schiller, whose eyes confirmed her suspicion. Raven then looked at the postman lying on the ground and said: "Even if he wanted to kill you, he didn't do it. He might just
Worry about losing your job."
Raven heard Schiller sigh again, so she looked at Schiller with some confusion, wondering what she said was wrong.
"If he was worried about losing his job and wanted to kill someone, he should have brought a loaded pistol."
Raven was speechless. Even if she had never lived in this society, she knew that the most efficient weapon for killing people here was the gun. Sometimes the gun was more efficient than magic, because you only had to pull the trigger and the ballistic flight would
Almost no one can predict the trajectory. Whoever shoots first wins.
A gun is also a very good self-protection item. In the society of ordinary people, whether you point the gun at others or at yourself, you can threaten the other party very well. If the threat fails, you will almost never be killed.
Danger.
"Maybe... maybe he can't afford a gun, or he doesn't know how to use a gun?" Raven couldn't convince herself with these two reasons. According to her observation, there are almost no people in this country who can't use guns, and guns are also very difficult to use.
It's cheap and can be bought almost everywhere. There is a gun store next to the clothing store that Killer Croc took her to before. You don't even need any license to buy an ordinary pistol. You just need to be an adult.
Raven racked her brains and came up with another excuse. Buying a gun should leave a record. Doesn't he want to be discovered? After all, if he is discovered, he will go to jail.
But soon, she discovered that this reason was not valid. Jason and the others had said that this city has always been like this, either you don't have a gun or you don't have a home.
According to what Raven has learned in the past few days, the life of a person who can have a stable job in this era will not be too bad. Moreover, Schiller lives in a wealthy area, and people who can work in a wealthy area are not that bad.
The workers at the bottom are the first beneficiaries of the downward circulation of the economy.
Just like when they work for a moving company, when they move the goods of rich people, they will give more tips. The richer the community, the more tips they will give. This is their main source of income. The postman is a job that goes from street to street.
, I’m afraid the tip won’t be too small either.
Therefore, it is impossible for him to buy a murder weapon because he was about to kill someone. He could just get the gun from home.
"Why is that?" Raven was puzzled.
"Go to the kitchen and get the knife." Schiller gently shook her head in that direction. Raven didn't know the reason, but she did it anyway.
She walked around the back of the sofa and walked into the kitchen to pick out a kitchen knife. Just as she was about to take it, Schiller shook his head and said, "Take the biggest one."
Raven fiddled with the knife holder, then turned around and found a bone chopping knife about the same size as the one that fell out of the messenger bag.
"What is the most efficient way for ordinary people to deal with a murder scene?" Schiller suddenly asked.
This was really beyond the scope of Raven's knowledge. Her head was about to smoke, so she could only shake her head numbly, saying that she didn't know.
"Dismember the body." Schiller said: "If he chooses to bring a gun, he also has to bring a knife, because the gun cannot be used to dismember the body, and the chain reaction caused by the gunshot will probably prevent him from having time to dismember the body."
"So what does this prove?"
"It proves that he is a veteran. He knows that there are risks in fighting with cold weapons, but it is quiet enough to provide enough time for subsequent exoneration. Shooting does not work."
Raven then realized that shooting makes a sound. If the opponent chooses to shoot, he must run away immediately after shooting, otherwise he will be caught too easily.
But if you use a knife, in the case of a sneak attack, the opponent may not be able to react. As long as you aim the knife at the neck, the opponent will not even scream.
"The management of silencers is very strict, and ordinary people don't have that way to get them." Schiller said: "If what fell out of this bag was a pistol with a silencer, I would wonder if he was an agent or something.
That’s it.”
"The postman is a killer?" Raven looked at the body on the ground in shock.
"Maybe not a professional killer, but at least he was a murderer and he hid it very well." Schiller said: "He was able to judge within a few meetings that I was the type of person he could subdue with cold weapons, so
He just came to the door."
Raven looked at Schiller, and then at the body lying on the ground. The postman's size did not have an overwhelming advantage. He was not as tall as Schiller, and he was not very strong, but he could see through the shape of his arms and clothes.
Show some muscles.
Schiller wore a suit, and the only thing that could be seen was that he was very thin.
"He judged it based on my career." Schiller took the knife and started to take off the postman's clothes. Raven didn't dare to think about what he was going to do next, so he could only focus on the topic he raised.
"He knows you are a professor."
"Of course, this is obvious. In this kind of community, people usually don't choose to hide their profession, because most of them are very respectable, so I introduced him to him at the first opportunity that I was a professor at Gotham University."
"Oh, I understand." Raven suddenly realized, she said: "He thinks you are the kind of person who sits in an office all year round, and the heaviest work he does is to write with a pen, and even if he is not an athlete, at least he is
Individual manual laborers should be faster and stronger than you."
"Obvious conclusion, but a little missing."
"Vigilance?" Raven touched her chin and speculated: "I feel that the eyes of the porters or drivers I saw on the street are different from others. They always seem to be looking at the people passing by, like frightened animals.
Rabbit."
"Working on the street requires a lot of vigilance," Schiller said, "Especially in Gotham. People who have survived the streets of the last era have reflexes that are not comparable to those of office clerks."
Raven nodded. She also heard about the previous situation in Gotham from Dick and the others. If this was the case, it would not be incomprehensible.
Schiller had already taken off the postman's clothes, but a tattoo on his body caught Schiller's attention.
"He is not a postman," Schiller said suddenly.
Raven looked at him again. Schiller touched the tattoo with his hand and whispered a name, "Repent Cartel..."
"what is that?"
"A drug trafficking organization, the largest international drug trafficking organization between the United States and Mexico, has been trying to infiltrate Gotham, and this may be the nail they planted before."
Raven gasped, she stared at Schiller and said, "Have you ever dealt with them?"
"I've seen tattoos like this on their bodies."
"What then? Will they cause trouble for you?"
"Whether they will cause trouble for me depends on what I do." Schiller said: "This should be a very important nail. It is not easy to penetrate into the rich areas."
"Then let's..."
Raven thought of the answer, but she felt a little scared and her fingertips kept shaking. Schiller looked at her and said to her: "Go get the awning from the backyard, miss."
Raven said nothing and went in silence, and it could be seen that she knew very well what he was doing now, but she went anyway.
Soon the blue plastic sheet was brought over, and Raven unfolded the plastic sheet. Schiller looked at her movements. Raven knew what he wanted to ask, so she took a deep breath, wrapped her hands around the hem of her clothes and said:
"Now that things are like this, we can't just leave them alone, right?"
"A normal person should call the police."
"I have never been a normal person." Raven said: "I can't lose my house. I still have to work and go to school. If I change my landlord, they may not allow me to delay the rent and use their kitchen casually."
There was a hint of envy in Schiller's eyes. When could he be so sincere and confident in saying such a common reason?
"So you decided to help me kill people and dismember them?"
"I...I...let's do it quickly, it's almost dawn." The raven turned his head to one side as if to escape and said, "I've never done this kind of work before. If we don't hurry up, I'm afraid we'll get it wrong."
It’s going to be a mess.”
"No, miss."
Schiller spread the plastic sheet more evenly, and together with Raven, he lifted the body onto the plastic sheet and began to dispose of the body.
Raven stared at his skillful operation in amazement. After Schiller finished, only a little blood stain from the initial bleeding was stuck to the plastic sheet, and the rest of the limbs, blood, and internal organs were all perfectly separated.
Everything was packed in boxes covered with plastic bags. The boxes were only covered with a layer of cardboard and were not sealed. Schiller stacked the boxes together and asked Raven to move them to the trunk of his car using his telekinesis.
.
Raven was still shaking when she got into the passenger seat. She looked at Schiller nervously and said, "Where are we going?"
"We still have some vegetables, fish and seasonings to buy at the nearest fresh market. It should be open by the time we get there."
Raven looked out the window, and it was already dawn without her realizing it. She had been watching Schiller like this for so long, and she didn't even notice the dawn.
"Don't we first..."
"It's the same thing." Schiller said as he drove: "All the markets around here are high-end markets, and they won't sell stale fish and meat."
"so what?"
"But there are bound to be stale ingredients. The unsold fish and meat need a place to go. Such a market is very strictly managed and employees are never allowed to divide up any leftovers. There is only one end for stale ingredients."
"But why a fresh food supermarket?" Raven grasped the key point. She said: "They should only throw these ingredients into the garbage truck, so why not wait for the garbage truck to come?"
Schiller turned to look at her, as if waiting for her to think for herself. Raven quickly came back to her senses and asked tentatively: "Taste?"