Schiller, Sivana, Raven and Dick were sitting at the dining table. Schiller was telling Raven about the real-name system plan in the magic world, and he said it in a very relaxed tone.
"Due to the current shortage of manpower, the investigation adopts an acquaintance strategy. For those non-human creatures, we basically count those who are familiar with them."
"Then Constantine must be very busy." Dick said.
"He can't." Schiller shook his head and said, "He does know everyone, but the other person doesn't really want to know him, and it's a bit too early to ask a grilled whole fish to count how many beards a cat has."
Dick thought of something funny, so he smiled, but Raven didn't know why. She said: "Well, since I came here, I know that many people know angels and demons. I am not particularly special, but the three
Palace Demon...he is my father, he..."
"But he hasn't done anything bad to you yet." Schiller said: "He hasn't hurt you, he hasn't invaded your hometown, and he hasn't invaded the earth yet, so it's safe for you to go find him now."
"Do we have to go find him?" Dick asked: "Can't we get some kind of summoning circle to summon him, or some kind of token?"
Everyone looked at Raven, who shook his head and said: "Actually, I have never seen him except in dreams, and he didn't leave me any tokens... Wait, my mother
like……"
Raven was lost in thought. She paused for a few seconds and then said: "There may be clues in my mother's relics, but even if I can find something related to him, I don't know how to summon him."
"You are only responsible for finding the token. Someone will research the summoning array."
"I need to go back to Azeroth." Raven stood up and said: "Professor Zatala once asked me if I wanted the children of Azeroth to go to school here. I have to ask the high priest.
."
"Can I go with you?" Dick asked, looking up at her.
Raven suddenly blushed. Seeing this, Schiller and Sivana both stood up and said, "You two discuss it. If you have any news, call me. Let's go to the principal's office first."
As the two of them walked outside the restaurant, Sivana said, "I think there is a high chance that the two of them will succeed. What do you think?"
"Dick has a very good character." Schiller said: "His personality is the most stable among all the people in the Bat family. He is a rare normal person in Gotham. This is a kind of thing for people who have almost never come into contact with normal people.
A great temptation.”
"I guess that's part of his charm," Sivana said, "and he looks like the type of guy a little girl like Raven would like."
"Have you ever been in love?" Schiller asked.
"Many people chased me while I was studying and working, but I'm not in the mood for a relationship. It would be too time-consuming. What about you?"
"You can't call it love," Schiller said.
Somehow, Sivana thought of the pictures he saw, the Christmas tree that looked like it was flown in from a Day of the Dead party in Mexico.
He shuddered and decided to end the topic.
"About that Officer Clay..." Sivana's tone revealed deep helplessness. He said, "I can't imagine being surrounded by such people. How long will they continue to appear around my house?"
"I will take care of this matter, Mr. Principal, the office is here."
Sivana opened the door of the office. It was a rather grand room. The whole room was still luxurious brown and red. There was a huge glowing earth floating in the center of the room. The walls on the first floor were all bookshelves. Stepping onto the drifting
After the stairs are the desks and reception area.
Unlike the bright and spacious common room of the School of Theory, most of the windows here are at high altitudes and are densely arranged in long strips. The light shines down from above, and there is an obvious Tyndall effect when it falls, making the indoor space
It's not too bright, it's even a little dim, but this makes Sivana like it very much.
"If I didn't know that I haven't come into contact with you before, I would have thought that you had already targeted me, and this office was customized for me." Sivana said: "I have always thought that a space that is too bright is not conducive to
Thinking about it, this is just right.”
"Everyone says that sunlight is good, but light can easily irritate people." Schiller said: "Excessively bright light will indeed have a certain impact on the human spirit. This principle is often used in modern interrogations."
Sivana said with some confusion: "Professor, I don't mean to offend, but I have to say that you seem to know those law enforcement agencies very well, not just hearsay. Have you ever worked for them?"
"That was a long time ago." Schiller sat on the single sofa chair and said: "Because of a small mistake, a mistake to be precise, it led to a series of vicious events. To me, it was a vicious event.
, it’s probably pie in the sky for them.”
"You choose to cooperate with them?"
Schiller nodded, acting indifferent, and said: "If you really understand the content of their work, you will understand that helping them work is not helping the country become better. It has never been the same thing, or
Quite the opposite."
"I agree with this, but it's actually hard for me to imagine." Sivana said: "I don't think they can threaten you, and you have countless reasons for not compromising."
Schiller showed a rare hesitation and said, "If you knew what I did, you might not think so."
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Schiller ignored Sivana's probing eyes and said, "I will take care of the law enforcement agency. What I'm more worried about is whether you can handle the job of principal of two schools."
"Currently, Gotham University is more troublesome." Sivana said: "Because the economic situation is not good, I will focus on that side of the work. On the Magic School side, after I complete the preliminary coordination work, I will
Let it run for a while and look for problems."
Schiller nodded. The most important reason why he hoped Sivana could accept the management of these two colleges was not entirely because he could do more work, but because Sivana was a relatively cautious and conservative person.
This type of person might have been criticized for being unenterprising and not decisive enough in the golden age, but in this era of the Great Depression, he was the most suitable candidate. Schiller did not want to bring out a reckless man and drag everyone with him.
Trial and error, in today's era, no one has so much money to make mistakes, so it is not an exaggeration to think that you would rather not do it than make mistakes.
Schiller quickly left the inner world because there were still a lot of troubles waiting for him to deal with in the outer world.
After returning to the real world, he discovered that the trouble was bigger than he imagined. As soon as he returned to his house, he heard the sound of the doorbell. When he opened the door, Clay stood outside.
"Hello sir, I am the newly appointed community police officer. Can I ask for your name and age? We need to do statistics."
Schiller glanced at the police officer's ID card hanging around Clay's neck. Clay immediately picked it up, took it off from his neck and handed it to Schiller. Schiller opened it and saw that it was fine. The ink hadn't even dried yet.
It was definitely Gordon.
This cunning police chief didn't want to deal with these stupid clones, so he left them to his place for artificial intelligence optimization.
But it doesn't matter, Schiller thought, it can be regarded as convenient for his own plan.
After sending Clay away, Schiller called Gordon and said: "Listen, I have a plan...of course it's about these damn clones, you have to first..."
After hanging up the phone, Schiller went to the backyard. He didn't forget that there was a pile of skinless limbs dumped in the big pit in his backyard.
There wasn't enough soil to fill the pit at that time, and it was only covered with a shallow layer. It already had a smell. Fortunately, the weather was relatively cold, so it didn't completely rot so quickly.
It's definitely not possible to just leave it here or get more soil to bury it, because the pit is too shallow. If you bury it so shallow, there will still be a smell. Let's not talk about whether other people will find the problem. Schiller himself will suffer.
I can't stand this taste.
Schiller soaked the soil with the gardening tools he had bought before, put the soil and body parts into the bag, sealed it tightly, put it in the trunk of the car, and drove to the house of Piero, the neighbor who had died before.
.
He stood outside the courtyard and looked around. When he found no one, he climbed in along the courtyard wall.
This neighbor is a motorcycle enthusiast. He has a large workshop in his backyard, which contains a lot of vehicle maintenance equipment and a very complete set of hardware tools.
Dismembering a body is a big project, and the Schiller family's bone-chopping knives have been almost used up. It is not a good choice to use the knife to hit the bones head-on. The best thing to use besides a meat-cutting ax is a hammer of sufficient weight. Crush them first and then
It's much easier to cut.
Schiller collected a lot of tools here, including three fine axes, two hammers, several hand saws, a scroll saw and a small grinder, many heavy metal parts, and a lot of fishing line and rope.
The car took a detour and came to the side of the lawn behind Schiller's house. There was a small forest here, and behind the forest was a lake.
Schiller's backyard can also see the woods and lake, but it's a long way to walk from the yard, and the road is very empty, but if you drive, you only need to turn a corner.
The woods here are relatively primitive, and walking through the woods to the lake is almost unnoticed.
After arriving at the lake, Schiller took out the limbs, put on gloves, and began to perform precise binding work with fishing lines.
It is not possible to directly tie the line to the bag and sink it to the bottom of the lake, because the bag will break down faster than the limbs, and then the limbs will escape from the bag and float to the surface of the lake, and may even be washed away
Go downstream.
It is also impossible to tie fishing line to each piece. It would be a bit troublesome and waste materials. It is not feasible to tie them all together. The decay speed is different. Some of them will dissolve in the water first, which will cause others to trip.
If it comes out, it will still float on the water.
Therefore, they must be classified according to the decay rate of different parts of the limbs. Schiller was not sure whether clones were the same as humans, but he classified them according to humans first.
He very skillfully divided the pieces of meat, whose original shape was almost completely lost, into several piles, and used fishing lines and ropes to move expertly among them and secure them firmly.
Then put the end of the fishing line through a heavy metal part and adjust the weight to ensure there is no imbalance.
The rays of the setting sun penetrate the sparkling water, and countless aquatic creatures nurtured by America's lush aquatic ecosystems shuttle and swim in the faint light.
Until the heavy falling object brought dense bubbles all the way to the bottom of the lake, what the happy fish could not see was the indifferent expression of the man wearing gloves above the turbid water for a moment before he turned around.
