About noon the next day, Schiller and Martin returned to the second-hand trading market together. In addition to the fishing lines and ropes that were almost used and needed to be purchased, Schiller also planned to buy some fishing equipment.
He felt that he would definitely not be able to host his housewarming party in the house. The big hole would not be filled for a while, and the various tools were placed in a messy manner. More importantly, the bloody smell would not dissipate for a while, and the refrigerator
I didn’t buy it when it broke, and there was no place to put the freezer I brought from the manor. It took too much time to sort out all this mess.
But one of the reasons why Schiller took a fancy to this house in the first place was the large lawn and lake behind it. Although these areas are public green spaces, due to their location, they are basically his private property.
So why not have a lawn party?
When Schiller dumped the body, he found a pretty nice green space by the lake. It was not far from the forest and was very flat. At noon, the sunlight shining through the forest and the mottled shadows on the grass on the grass were beautiful, making it perfect for picnics and camping.
And Schiller observed the water body of the small lake, and there were quite a lot of fish in it. He had seen several neighbors fishing in the lower reaches of the lake before, and the harvest was very good.
The United States and Canada are paradises for lure fishing. The water here is rich, and most fish can be caught with lures. There are good fish to catch in almost every season, so the United States can be called
The country with the largest proportion of fishing enthusiasts.
Schiller is not very good at fishing, and the previous few sea fishing ended in misfortune, but Schiller thinks that is the reason for the curse given to him by Atlan. Now that Atlan is gone, he has a good relationship with Arthur, and this
The first time he fished in the lake, he didn't believe he couldn't catch it.
The more troublesome thing is that he doesn't know how to fish with lures, but he has observed that every Wednesday there is a neighbor fishing on a big rock on the downstream bank. Maybe he can go over and ask for advice.
Anyway, he basically sent invitations to every neighbor. As long as he started with this topic, he might be able to get their opinions on activities such as camping parties.
Of course, as long as he doesn't know what the fish he caught had as food last night.
Martin took Schiller to buy fishing gear. The owner of the fishing gear store was very enthusiastic and introduced Schiller to various lure fishing rods and baits. He also suggested that Schiller make his own fishing bait and also taught him how to make it.
False baits are made of a variety of materials, but most of them are soft materials that simulate the swimming of small fish, such as various feathers, hairs and plastic products that can simulate rich colors.
But the fishing gear boss was still puzzled as to why Schiller bought so much fishing line at once, but after Martin's explanation, the boss didn't ask any more questions.
Next, Martin led Schiller to the underground of a bar near the second-hand trading market, where he obviously made an appointment with someone.
This place was a mixed bag, and almost no one knew Schiller. After Schiller went down, he and Martin found a place to sit down, and found that there was not the strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol as he had imagined.
"I know you can't stand those bars that are too messy. In fact, I don't like them either. Forget the smell of alcohol and leaves, there are always people vomiting on the ground. No one can stand the smell of vomit."
"This is a relatively quiet bar that I often come to." Martin pouted toward the door and said, "It's suitable for business discussions."
As soon as Schiller turned his head, he saw a group of people who were also Mexicans coming over and bumping fists with Martin, and the two parties introduced each other.
"You said you have a big order." The man wearing a turban who spoke with a heavier Spanish accent said, "Let's make an agreement first, we will only accept good goods."
"Of course, the most important thing I don't lack here is good goods."
"Why should we trust you?"
"I'm a surgeon."
The person opposite looked at each other, but was still dissatisfied. He said, "We also have professional doctors here. Man, doctors are the least valuable. We need you to explain the source of the supply."
"I'm a serial killer."
The other party was stunned.
"I moved to a new neighborhood and there were so many people there that I hated," Schiller said. "I was ready to get rid of them all, but I felt like they could also provide me with greater value."
The other party seemed to have never seen such a straightforward seller. After hesitating for a while, they both looked at Martin. Martin nodded and said, "I can assure you that he has sufficient supply, but you must provide professional equipment and pick up the goods in time."
, the price also has to be..."
"The price is easy to say." The Mexican curled his lips and said, "We all supply high-end customers, and there are no middlemen to make the difference."
He took a piece of paper, wrote a number and handed it to Schiller. When Schiller saw it, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Business has been so good recently?"
"Many suppliers have stopped working in the past, and supply is in short supply recently." The other person sighed and said, "As long as your quality is good enough, we can still add money, but we have to do it quickly."
"Okay, that's it. You can send the storage equipment to my home first. This is the address. You can pick it up tonight."
"So fast? Are you sure it's fresh?"
"I have already said that I am a surgeon, and I know the essentials of organ transplantation better than you."
The other party saw that he was confident in what he said. Although he was still a little skeptical, he still didn't say anything for Martin's sake.
"You have quite a reputation," Schiller said. "It seems that you are born to engage in intelligence work."
Martin showed a bitter face and said, "But I don't like doing this work. I just want to survive."
"Then go and do something you like."
"What."
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"You'll find out later."
On the way back, Martin drove and Schiller kept texting. When they got home, Jonathan and Valentine were already waiting outside the door.
"What big business?" Jonathan rubbed his hands and said, "Are you sure it's as good as you say?"
Schiller opened the door, let the two of them in and said: "You will know later, come in first."
Schiller took them to the backyard, and there was a strange device in the backyard. Schiller put the two objects with mechanical structures found in Clay's body yesterday into it.
Soon a series of strange readings were displayed on the device. Jonathan looked at the device and asked: "What is this? It looks like some kind of wave frequency detector."
"It is." Schiller nodded and said: "I borrowed it from a friend in another universe... Well, it is indeed a fool's errand."
"How can you tolerate someone calling you a fool?" Jonathan caught the point.
"As long as it works," Schiller said, "Is this the key to our big business, or are you actually not short of money at all?"
Before Jonathan could continue to speak harshly, Schiller began to tell them about his experiences in the past few days, mainly talking about cloning.
"Oh, I see." Jonathan glanced at the machine and said, "So this thing can help you tell which one is a clone."
"Yes, their brainwave simulation is very good, but it is still inferior to Batman's detection device. This machine can conduct a wide-area brainwave search to find the surrounding clones and display their locations.
."
"You plan to kill these clones?" Valentine asked: "But what's the point? These guys should be endless."
"They'd better be infinite, so our money will also be infinite." Now Schiller no longer feels awkward when talking about money.
"But isn't that too much trouble? We have to kill them first, then take out the organs, process them and put them into the equipment, and finally dump the bodies." Jonathan said with some embarrassment: "That's right.
It’s better to go work.”
"Someone will dispose of the body for us, and the organs alone cannot be sold for a good price, and the money is not of much use in the worldly sense."
"Are you planning to..."
"Martin, come here." Schiller turned around and shouted. Martin, who was sitting in the room playing games on his mobile phone, immediately responded and came over.
"Draw a sacrificial circle here." Schiller pointed to the ground.
"ah?"
"How did you sacrifice that unlucky guy to the ancestor gods that day? Didn't you draw a magic circle?"
"Well, yes, but who are we going to sacrifice now? Both of them?"
"Clones, of course."
Martin's eyes widened and he said: "Clones, but how can clones be sacrificed? They are not human beings at all, and they have no souls."
"Is it really not there?" Schiller looked at the machine, and the brain wave readings on it kept beating. He said, "You will know if you try it."
"But that's not possible... isn't this tantamount to fraud? I mean, that's the ancestor god, how could I lie to my ancestors?"
Martin's facial features wrinkled again.
"Who said we need to pay more?"
"How much can I add?"
"The power of exchange is all yours."
Martin's facial features instantly relaxed and he became beaming with joy. He said, "It's done. Our ancestors are not outsiders anyway."
So they began to put this plan into practice, and the machine happened to show that two clones were approaching Schiller's house.
Jonathan walked to the front of the house, opened the window and looked out, and said: "These two guys are following me. If Amanda sent them as you said, they might be seducing me to kill them.
"
"There will be a steady stream of clones sent to you, constantly provoking you, asking you to kill them, and exhausting you until you have a flaw." Schiller speculated: "It may even happen because of this.
I don’t want to live such a tiring life anymore so I take the initiative to join them.”
"That's so despicable." Jonathan cursed, and then he looked at Schiller with evil intentions and said: "That Amanda is your student, right? Can you teach her something good? You can easily take our
Weaknesses revealed?"
"He only cares about his students, and he doesn't care about them for a day or two anymore." Valentine said: "They look like they are going to knock on the door. Who is going?"
"You have wronged me." Schiller said: "Amanda evolved on her own, but I do feel a little guilty for not guiding her well over the years. It just so happened that I learned something new and now I can show it to her.
look."
"For example, how can one person sell more than one person?" Jonathan mocked: "When we were all pursuing art, you secretly learned to make money by yourself. You two are equally despicable."
"This is my house." Schiller knocked on the wall and said: "Because of your impolite attitude, the first order will be handed over to you. You go ahead."
"I'll come, I'll come."
"Don't use toxins to avoid contaminating the organs."
"In your eyes, am I the kind of killer who can't do anything without poison? You underestimate me too much."
Schiller made a "please" gesture, and Jonathan rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the door.