Some things seem logical when you don't doubt them, but once you doubt them, you can find millions of things wrong with them.
First of all, the sashimi brought by the blind lawyer Matt was actually enough for these people, even if it was the main course, they would be full, not to mention that Steve and Jason also brought a lot of meat.
Under such circumstances, when traffic was at its worst in Los Angeles, Schiller still had to drive thousands of miles to the supermarket to buy ingredients for cooking, which seemed a bit too deliberate.
He and Matt had obviously made an appointment a long time ago. It was impossible not to know that Matt would bring enough ingredients, and the sashimi was getting stale as time went by. He had to buy the ingredients and heat the oil in the pot for cooking.
It wastes too much time and is not something a true enthusiast would do.
Moreover, and most importantly, the Cantonese food cooked by Schiller is not very delicious, at least it is not comparable to the one they are eating now.
If I have to say it, the dishes Schiller stir-fried all tasted like sweet soy sauce. It was not unpalatable, but it could not be called amazing.
If Tim had never eaten the food from this restaurant, he might think it was good. In fact, that was what he thought the night before. Since he had never tasted the authentic food, he thought Schiller's one was pretty good too.
But as soon as I ate it today, I felt something was wrong.
Of course, it doesn't mean that Schiller can't be a bad cook, and he can only eat but not cook. But after Tim thought about it carefully, Schiller didn't eat much of the food he cooked the night before. He knew that the food was not delicious.
Yes, then why did he do it?
It's obviously meant to deceive people.
This is a serial scam. On the way to buy ingredients, Schiller also specifically emphasized that his taste is light. He also talked about a restaurant that he no longer liked to go to because it changed people. He specifically emphasized his preference for the taste of the dishes and
His pickiness.
Then, he used the pile of ingredients to make a large table of dishes, showing an eagerness that he couldn't even wait a day.
Of course, if anyone has eaten authentic Cantonese food, they will be able to tell that this level is really not that good. However, none of the people at this table had ever tasted fine rice bran. Everyone tasted it and thought it was pretty good. At least it tasted better than the sandwich.
No one doubts it.
All this prompted Tim to conclude that his previous investigation was correct, and Schiller was actually looking for the Cantonese chef hired for the banquet.
Wait, the person Schiller wanted to mislead might not be himself, Tim thought, to be precise, he was misleading others by misleading himself.
Who did you contact during the investigation?
Jason, and Jason is now Steve's assistant, which means that Schiller's series of scams are actually to make Steve mistakenly think that he went to the banquet for the Cantonese chef.
In other words, this is definitely not his purpose.
What could that be? Tim couldn't figure it out.
What was Steve here for? Tim thought again that he came here to take charge of security because the FBI said someone might assassinate congressmen at the banquet.
Schiller couldn't be the killer who assassinated the congressman, right???
This is interesting, Tim thought excitedly, Schiller is going to assassinate the congressman?
With such a big fuss, he wouldn't call him Tim Drake if he didn't look at it!
But the problem is, there are so many people here now, he can't leave, and he may not be able to drive there in time.
At this time, Harley stretched and said, "I'm a little sleepy and want to go back and take a nap."
Tim turned the steering wheel and said, "Okay, I'll take you back."
"No, Barry."
In a flash of golden light, the two of them disappeared.
At this time, Peter opened the car window and put one hand outside the window. Tim looked in the rearview mirror and found that Peter's hand was wearing a ring exactly like Schiller's.
It's the ring that can open the portal.
"Peter, what would you think if I said that Dr. Schiller's purpose in going to the banquet was not pure?"
"Every person's purpose at every banquet is not pure." Peter replied: "Maybe it's better to ask what kind of purpose is pure for attending the banquet? Is it just to eat?"
"You're like a philosopher," Tim commented.
"What do you want to say?"
"I want to watch the fun." Tim grinned and said, "I feel like there will be a lot of fun at this party. Do you want to go?"
Peter stared at Tim through the rearview mirror, shook his head helplessly and said, "If I said I didn't want to, you would go too."
"Can the ring on your hand open the portal?"
"Okay, do you want me to take you there?"
"Yes."
"Then what price are you going to offer?"
"What?"
"My magic power is very precious. It's not cheap to use it once. How much do you plan to pay?"
"You are truly the most vicious Spider-Man I have ever seen." Tim used the same comment.
"The next time I see Bruce, I'll tell him what you say about someone else... maybe Alfred?"
"Don't! Damn it, how come everyone knows so much about the Bat Family?!"
Peter smiled and said: "You are really famous. As long as you come into contact with one of them, you can imagine what the others are like."
"People in our universe are different from others...Okay, what do you want?"
"I gave my spider ability to others, and now I'm a bit short on the fighting world. Do you have any good equipment blueprints?"
"I can go look for it for you, but there's no guarantee that you can be created in this universe."
"You don't have to worry about that." Peter said, pushing up his glasses.
They returned to the hot spring cabin and opened the portal in the backyard. After passing through the portal, Tim found himself behind a tool room, with a well less than ten meters away.
This is obviously not a city anymore, because after turning around the tool room, you can see the fields that have not yet been harvested, and there are also several large buckets that seem to be used to catch rainwater, exuding a damp smell.
Tim sniffed and was about to move forward when Peter grabbed him and said, "Where are you going?"
Tim pointed to the farmhouse in front of him. It was a stone house, but it was not as small and simple as a common farm. It was more modern and even had floor-to-ceiling windows. It looked like it was built later.
"It will be discovered." Peter said: "If Matt is there, you will be discovered if you get closer to him than 50 meters."
"What?"
"In fact, this is when he is not concentrating. His superpower is the 'mind's eye'. When the power is fully activated, he can control all situations within a thousand meters."
"What the hell?!" Tim cursed.
"It's impossible for him to concentrate at the banquet. As long as we stay away, it will be fine," Peter said.
"And Captain America." Tim said with a headache: "He and the FBI agents should arrive soon. Where will we hide then?"
"It's okay. They don't dare to come in. Rather than personal safety, the people inside may be more worried about the FBI eavesdropping on their useless social talk, so the agents won't get too close."
"I want to know what happened in the house." Tim thought for a while and said, "With Matt not concentrating, as long as we don't make too much noise, it should be fine, right?"
At this point, he found that Peter was missing. He turned around and a pair of boots was handed over. Peter carried a broom and a bucket and said, "He usually judges the physical characteristics of people by the sound of footsteps. We can put on the boots."
You should be fine pretending to be a janitor."
Tim thought about it. When he and Pamela were listening to the corner, they didn't pay attention to the footsteps at all. After all, they were far away and separated by a wall. It was considered respectful to step a little slower. Who would have thought that someone
How can an intruder be detected with such a slight sound?
He put on his boots and the coat of the cleaner's uniform, picked up the bucket and broom, followed Peter, and walked forward in a swagger.
Sure enough, no one noticed him, not even the politician in a suit and tie who came out of the house to smoke a cigarette didn't take a second look at them, only seeing them as ordinary cleaners.
Tim knows why. Generally speaking, such a party requires a huge number of logistics personnel. The cleaning staff collects garbage during the party and collects all kinds of food waste after the party. Cleaners are the most indispensable logistics personnel.
staff.
Because parties are not held every day, we basically wait until the party is about to start before hiring a team of cleaners temporarily. Everyone has never met each other, so naturally there are no familiar faces.
Theoretically, such an important gathering requires inspection of personnel.
However, the assassination itself was self-directed and staged by the FBI and politicians. They naturally knew the truth and felt that there could not be a real killer among all the various personnel, so they probably did not investigate seriously at all.
The two pretended to change the water and went around to the back of the house. Before they found Schiller, Tim heard Matt's voice first.
He was a little nervous, but Peter gave him a look and shook his head. The two of them walked without changing the frequency of their footsteps, and walked all the way to the faucet in the backyard and opened the faucet to let out water.
When Tim just walked past the window, he saw Matt standing with another young man. That should be his student, the very popular Internet lawyer. As for the person opposite, he didn't know him, but from his personal position in the room
From the looks of it, he must be a big shot.
Tim didn't see Schiller in the room. After he finished collecting the water, he gestured to the second floor with his eyes. Peter didn't refuse, and the two of them walked into the house carrying the bucket and mop.
As expected, he was stopped. Peter pretended to be confused and said: "Didn't someone spill the juice? Don't we need to clean it up? Then we will..."
The other party obviously stopped them symbolically, and did not actually call to confirm whether any juice had been spilled, but just let them pass.
Tim shook his head, feeling in his mind that the security was too loose. If Schiller could succeed, the organizer of this party would have to take the lead.
The two swaggered up to the second floor and soon discovered Schiller's traces. But what was more troublesome was that Schiller pretended to be smoking on the second floor, but he was not alone there, and it was difficult for the two of them to get close.
Peter waved to Tim, and Tim leaned toward him. The two pretended to drag the floor of the corridor and entered the bathroom next to it. Tim saw that there was a balcony in the bathroom, so he climbed out and came to the bathroom from the balcony.
From the balcony on the other side, you can just hear the sound from Schiller's balcony around the corner.
Schiller is on the phone.
"Where have you been?...Okay, you'd better not be late, the feast is about to begin."