Schiller still chose to go downstairs. He walked through the chaotic living room in his pajamas, came to the front door, and looked through the peephole.
Standing outside was the old policeman, and a familiar face of Schiller's, Gordon's old partner in the police station, Harvey Bullock, who still had the same paunchy look.
Schiller opened the door, looked at them and said: "I'm afraid I don't have time to be questioned now, there are still a lot of troubles waiting for me to deal with."
"We're not here to question you, Professor." Bullock narrowed his eyes and smiled, threw the cigarette butt he had extinguished into the trash can next to him, and pointed behind him.
Schiller saw a strange large machine behind them, about half as tall as a man, with a hose protruding from one interface and a vacuum cleaner head on the front.
"I have emphasized to those young boys many times that they must wear shoe covers when entering other people's homes, but some of them are always disobedient." The old policeman said thoughtfully: "Especially those new ones, who run rampant and don't care.
"
"We can't let them act like this." Bullock said, leaning against the pillar on the porch: "Otherwise, the good image we have established before will be in vain, but we have nothing to do with them for the time being. We can only try our best to wipe their butts.
Already."
Bullock reached out and patted the machine and said: "Let me introduce the industrial cleaning machine. We happen to have someone who can use this thing. It can be used as a vacuum cleaner and a mower. It seems to be able to smooth the soil and clean it.
lawn."
"I know those newcomers made a mess here." The old policeman said: "We will be responsible for cleaning your porch, Professor, and we are also responsible for the mess in your house, but considering that some of your collections may be too valuable,
Gao, it's not convenient for us to clean up, so you have to find a way by yourself."
"We have to go to Principal Sivana's house later." Bullock blinked and said, "That group of people only took away the body, not even the blood or the plastic sheet that came into contact with the body.
If it is not done, his house will become the biggest source of odor on this street."
"Please stand back, Professor." A head poked out from behind the machine, and it seemed that the other person was about to start working.
Schiller took a step back, and Block lit a cigarette again and said, "This machine makes some noise. If you find it annoying, just close the door and go to the second floor."
"That's not necessary," Schiller replied.
As soon as the machine started, the two disc-shaped brushes in front began to rotate crazily. The dried footprints mixed with blood and soil disappeared the moment the machine passed by, and the floor of the porch was instantly as clean as new.
One person pushes the machine and the other holds the vacuum cleaner. The brush under the machine is responsible for solving stubborn stains, while the vacuum cleaner can suck up some dust and debris.
This machine was very efficient. It cleaned the porch floor in one round, and then they went to mow the lawn.
About five or six minutes later, one of the people came back and said: "The dirt and footprints in the lawn have been cleaned up, but some grass has been trampled down and looks like it will not survive. Maybe you can buy some grass seeds yourself..."
"There is a plant shop in the community. We will buy some after cleaning the principal's house and send them over." Bullock bounced off the wall, put out the cigarette butt and threw it away. He waved to Schiller and said: "
Goodbye, professor."
After they left, Schiller stood at the door for a while, as if he couldn't believe that one-third of his big troubles had been solved. Technology is indeed power.
Before dealing with his main big trouble, he still had one thing to do, which was to write invitations quickly and deliver them to everyone's homes before dark, so that the guests would not have to travel in vain.
Schiller rummaged through the drawer and found that the remaining letter paper and envelopes were not enough to send another invitation. He picked up the pen and thought for a moment before putting it down, and took out his mobile phone.
He wanted to call Raven and ask her to take a detour back after dinner and go to the post office to buy some letter paper and stamps, so that he would not pursue Raven's behavior of messing up his house.
"Hello? Raven? That's right, I..."
Before Raven could reply, there was a lot of noise coming from the other side. It sounded like a few children were playing crazy. Schiller shook his head gently, sighed, and finally hung up the phone.
He went upstairs to change clothes and prepared to go to the post office. If he didn't make it, he would have to use gray fog to deliver the letter.
The reason why he didn't adopt the gray fog strategy immediately was because although the gray fog state was easy to work with, it couldn't communicate with others. Even in Gotham, it was a bit scary for a fog to be able to speak, let alone carry out activities.
The polite words and greetings were exchanged.
If he uses a postman to deliver the letter, he can ask the postman to bring a message to the guests to express his apology. If he delivers it himself, he can also tell the guests what happened in his house to ask for their understanding.
But if he uses gray fog, all he can do is throw the letter into the mailbox. After all, there are many surveillance cameras in Gotham now. If he turns into a human form in front of someone's house, his secret may be exposed.
Schiller was changing clothes in the bedroom when he heard another movement at the door, followed by a banging on the door.
From the chirping sounds below, Schiller could tell that it was the Robins who were coming, but there was obviously no time to put him in a suit now. If he didn't go down, the door would be kicked open by them.
So Schiller could only continue to walk down the stairs in his pajamas, opened the door, and the Robins poured in like a wave and started yelling at everything they could see.
"Oh my gosh, professor, is this where you plan to hold a party? Is this some special disaster style? That's so cool!" Jason started taking out his phone to take pictures.
"Oh, is that sculpture a Maori sculpture? I've heard of this style. They are the aboriginal people of Australia and New Zealand. I recently saw news reporting on their living conditions." Tim picked up the wooden sculpture.
Get up and say.
Dick picked up the bat doll and looked at the big hole on its back with some distress and said, "What happened? Was it scratched by something?... Oh my God, this thing is too big. My waist is too big."
ah."
After saying that, he fell backwards, Raven quickly helped him up, and the two of them fell on the sofa together.
Elsa jumped into Schiller's arms with a very unceremonious dash. She had grown so much that Schiller almost couldn't hold her in his arms.
"Professor! It's delicious!" Elsa started shouting.
Jason immediately rushed over and pulled her off Schiller, rubbed her head vigorously and said, "I knew you were a big mouth, didn't you agree to give the professor a surprise?!"
"We brought some food." Dick said: "The food we brought back from that restaurant will definitely become the star dish of the party tonight!"
"Yes, Professor, this restaurant is great." Tim said, "Their grilled beef shank and black pepper short ribs are amazing! We deliberately didn't eat too much and packed a portion of all the signature dishes.
"
"I'm sorry, today's housewarming party is cancelled," Schiller said.
The atmosphere in the room fell silent for a moment, and Dick asked cautiously: "What's wrong? Why was it cancelled?"
"Something unexpected happened." Schiller didn't know how to explain it.
"Actually, there is still some time before the evening banquet, so the best way is to clean up the house as quickly as possible. Even if the backyard cannot be used, everyone can have dinner together in the house or have a barbecue in the front yard."
The root cause is that Schiller didn't think he could sort out so many troubles during this period of time.
The main reason Schiller has been so tolerant of Merkel is that he knows how difficult these jobs are.
It's not that Alfred managed a huge manor like a superman and flawlessly managed it. All butlers should be like him. In fact, keeping any area clean and tidy for a long time is a laborious task.
Some people think they love cleanliness, but in fact they only love cleanliness according to their own standards. If they were asked to pay to clean up for others, many people would not be able to do it well.
To achieve cleanliness in an objective sense, even in the eyes of some picky employers, you have no time to spare and basically have to clean up over and over again.
And you must have a special kind of labor wisdom, knowing which thing to do first, which thing to do next, which things and which things can be done together to achieve the highest efficiency, otherwise you will be exhausted and still unable to clean up.
So even if Merkel is not proficient in gardening, she will die if she raises it, and she will occasionally bump into the manor's handicrafts, Schiller does not care, essentially because he knows that he is not good at it, and another one may not be better than Merkel.
Yes, the main reason why Merkel seems incompetent is that Alfred is too good.
But Alfred is a plug-in created by the screenwriter for Batman, which is different. So objectively speaking, Merkel has done a good job.
Now that Merkel is gone, Schiller is quite self-aware. He can work even if he has hands and feet. You can give him a day to clean up slowly, but if you want to be efficient, then this banquet
It doesn’t have to be done today.
But this reason is really difficult to explain to Robin. After all, it seems that they have high expectations, and Schiller's statement that he cannot clean up the house can easily be interpreted as being too lazy to clean up. It is really disappointing.
"I'm sorry, it's actually my problem." Raven retracted her head, "I told you before, my power is uncontrollable. Because of some things, I broke out once in this house and brought everything down.
Everything is messed up."
"Then we just need to clean it up, right?" Dick looked around and said, "It doesn't look very messy, it's not as messy as Tim's room."
"What did you say?! My room is obviously clean, okay? Jason's room is the messiest!" Tim said, raising his voice.
"My room is messy because I have a lot of stuff." Jason said confidently, "Also, Alfred praised me before for being able to tidy up and organize the room to such an extent even with three large bookshelves.
It’s pretty good, right?”
"That's why Aisha's room is the messiest, but I'm not the messiest anyway!"
"Elsa is not messy!" Elsa emphasized: "Mom's room is the messiest. Her jewelry is never tidied up! She is the messiest!"
"You can't say that about Selina." Dick immediately covered Elsa's mouth and said, "Be careful of Bruce causing trouble for you."
"Dad was messing around too! They were messing around together! One morning I saw both of their clothes were on the floor..."
The three people rushed over quickly and covered Aisha's mouth together.
Raven tugged at the corner of his clothes and said: "You bought me clothes and I messed up your house. I'm really sorry. I can use my mind to help clean it up, but it may take some time."
Schiller also began to think that if the raven helped, it might be too late, but at this time Elsa suddenly shrugged her nose and said, "What does it smell like?"