Chapter 3007 The green trees are dense and the summer is long (15)
Chapter 2981 The green trees are dense and the summer is long (15)
At dawn, Schiller returned to Arkham Asylum. To his surprise, Brand didn't sleep at all. Schiller put the late-night snacks he bought on the road on the table.
Brand straightened up from his desk. It seemed that he had been gone for a while. He suddenly woke up when he smelled the aroma of food. He quickly came over and said, "Did you buy it from a Chinese restaurant?"
"What if?"
"That's right, they are the only ones who stay open so late." Brand rubbed his hands, but soon realized something, narrowed his eyes and looked at Schiller and said, "What do you want to do? I'm warning you, I
But you won’t be bought off by a late night snack.”
"You think too much, but you just buy too little and people won't sell it."
Brand always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, and simply didn't think about it. He opened the bag and started eating. He was a little envious when he saw Schiller using chopsticks skillfully, but he still honestly picked up the fork and ate the fried noodles.
"You went to investigate near the school. Did you find anything?"
"That school also has a junior high school and an elementary school." Schiller said: "It should have been in operation for a period of time about ten years ago, but it was later demolished for unknown reasons. I suspect that the principal in question may not be the principal of the high school, but the principal of the high school.
He was the principal of the demolished middle school and elementary school."
"Will there be three principals?" Brand asked.
Schiller nodded and said: "There are at least two, one for junior high school and elementary school, and one for high school."
Brand has also studied psychology, and he certainly knows why. The teaching methods in junior high schools and elementary schools are completely different from those in high schools. The schedules and management methods are also different of course. It is normal for them to be divided into two principals.
"But Edward didn't go to junior high school or primary school there, so how could he have interacted with the principal of the junior high school and primary school?" Brand asked.
Schiller shook his head and said: "This is not clear yet, but after all, the three schools are not far apart, so it is not impossible to bump into them by chance."
"If according to what you said, it was the principal of the junior high school and elementary school who did it, then he couldn't have done it on the roadside, right? Could Edward still have run to the office?"
Schiller has never been able to get out of his thinking state. The thorny thing about this case is that it is so old that most of the clues have been buried in time. The only person involved in the case cannot be questioned. There are too few clues.
.
"There is a very useful clue." Schiller said: "We found a body under the ruins of the junior high school and elementary school. Judging from the state of the bones, it should be a worker."
"Corpse?" Brand seemed a little interested.
Schiller took out a transparent plastic bag for professional forensics from his pocket and handed it to Brand. Brand saw the phalanx in the plastic bag, but he still wanted to say more.
"Are you serious? Carrying this thing with you?"
He was referring to the professional plastic bag, but Schiller said nonchalantly: "I just picked it up when I went to the Gotham Police Department's autopsy room."
"Gordon just let you take it?" Brand said in disbelief: "Is his mental state okay? Does he really need to be hospitalized for treatment?"
"Of course he won't let me take it, but it's better than taking part of the body." Schiller did not dwell on this issue. He said, "If you can find a professional, help me test and compare the genes."
"It depends on what kind of professionals you look for." Brand stared at the knuckle and said: "From a scientific point of view, it is unrealistic to compare the DNA of the entire city, and the Gotham Police Department is certainly not that
Even Batman may not have comprehensive genetic information."
"What about other angles?"
"I can set up a magic circle." Brand said: "Maybe I can summon his soul and ask. If not, at least I can see what he looks like."
"Can you restore the death scene?"
Brand shook his head and said: "I'm afraid it's difficult. It would be nice to see some remnants of the soul. If Constantine can still use magic, he is the real hell detective. I am just a pathologist.
"
"You'd better be just a pathologist." Schiller snorted and said, "How long will it take?"
"It will take about a day to prepare the materials... I will make a list for you, and you go find Zatanna. She will know where to buy these materials."
"Why should I go?" Schiller looked at him and said.
"Are you asking me to not only lose my working time but also bring my own materials to help you?" Brand looked at Schiller and said, "Can you have a little bit of the consciousness of a debtor?"
"I mean you don't have any students?"
"Of the 7 interns I brought this year, 8 failed to pass the internship, 9 did not have enough supervision time, and 12 had to take time off to write their thesis. Do you think they still have time to run errands for me?"
Schiller sighed, even if this was Naiya, he had paid too much to urge him to pay the debt.
Schiller originally planned to ask his graduate students to make a trip. Don't think that foreign tutors will be any better. Graduate students also have to do errands, but when he thinks about the few third-year graduate students he has, they are only one month away from graduation.
, and their junk papers were still lying in his mailbox, he thought it would be better to go there himself.
Schiller went back to his room and took a nap, then called Zatanna first. Miss Magician was a little surprised by Schiller's visit. When Schiller arrived, she seemed to be urgently cleaning up the bookstore.
"Where's John?" Schiller asked casually.
"He went to the publishing house."
"Publisher?"
"Don't you know? The two short stories he wrote recently have been published and the response has been very good."
"He's starting to be a writer?"
"No, I just had nothing to do when I was browsing in the bookstore and wrote down some magical events I had encountered before. As a result, an editor happened to see the draft he put on the table and suggested that he submit it to a publishing house. Unexpectedly,
It was actually published.”
Zatanna smiled and said, "Let's not talk about what he is like as a person, but his experience is indeed legendary. Some people like to read this. Two novels have earned more than 1,000 yuan in royalties."
Schiller raised his eyebrows and said: "Magical Affair? Does he write adventure novels?"
"Uh...it's actually a horror novel." Zatanna said helplessly: "Some things are not so scary from the perspective of a magician, but they are a bit scary from the perspective of ordinary people."
Schiller also had some surprises, but he felt that Constantine was actually very suitable for this profession. In other words, compared to the magician, he should have been in this profession. Those inspirations that were far beyond ordinary people should actually be poured into works of art.
Among them, if he had chosen this path, he might have become a well-known writer now.
Zatanna seems to think so too. She said: "John's life is not a complete tragedy. He has invested in it, experienced it, and now he can break free and look at the mysterious side of the world from an outsider's perspective. Then his investment in art
It's only a matter of time before I embrace you. It's better to be an artist than a corpse."
"What about you?" Schiller asked.
"Me? It is my destiny to revive the magic world. Even if someone pays off my debt one day, I will go back because of my responsibility. What's more, I still have to find my father."
Schiller's lips moved. He knew that Brand might have clues about Zatanna's father, but considering that it was not safe to deal with Naia, he still did not make any suggestions.
But he also thought that it might be a good idea to let Constantine deal with Naia, because Constantine is now a writer, and no outside god can refuse someone to write his story in a book.
This can almost achieve a triple win. Constantine can get inspiration from Naiya's narrative and publish novels to make money. Naiya uses his novels to expand his influence and have greater fun. Constantine can also ask insinuating questions.
Ask Zatanna for clues about her father and help her find her relatives.
As for Schiller, he only did a small amount of matchmaking work, which can be regarded as repaying the debt to a certain extent. It must be regarded as repaying, and he will not repay more anyway.
Schiller gave Brand's list of materials to Zatanna. Zatanna glanced at it and said: "You want to do a spiritual summoning ceremony? I have to remind you that the person who presides over the ceremony must be reliable, otherwise it can be recruited.
Nothing is certain."
Schiller said in his heart: "There is no one more reliable than him."
"Is your medium ready? Can you show it to me?" Zatanna was obviously worried. She continued: "Some demons will do things in secret and deliberately change the medium so that they can pass through.
I have encountered soul-calling rituals several times since they came to this world, and the devil's cunning is unimaginable to ordinary people."
Fortunately, Schiller brought the small bone with him and handed it to Zatanna to look at. Zatanna nodded, and then told Schiller that these materials were not difficult to prepare. She had them all here, and quickly turned around to prepare them.
Material.
Because he wanted to find Constantine, Schiller waited a little longer. Near noon, Constantine came back. He looked much stronger, but his expression was still that of sleepy and dazzled.
"Evocation ritual? Isn't this the time for you to laugh at me for being a detective from hell?" Constantine sneered, but still looked carefully at the medium that Schiller brought over.
"I feel the aura of violent death, but he is probably an ordinary person. As long as there is no contract partner, it is easy to deal with. Who are you looking for?"
"Brand."
"That friend of yours? I can't see through him. Maybe he's a powerful person."
"More powerful than you think."
Constantine looked up at Schiller.
"Do you want to come with me to meet him?"
"You sound like you want to sell me out."
"If I wanted to sell you, you would have been torn into pieces." Schiller stood up and said goodbye to Zatanna.
"No matter what, don't get involved with Xiao Zha." Constantine then stood up, shook the slippers on his feet and said, "Even if you don't tell me, I still have to go. The soul-calling ceremony is not as simple as you think.
One is a stupid young man. It doesn’t matter if he demolishes the lunatic asylum, but what if he releases those lunatics?"
"I didn't expect you to have such a sense of social responsibility."
"I've been in a mental hospital for so many years, and they can't even think about it."
"I take back what I said before."
The two got into the car, and the black-haired girl wearing simple shorts and shorts stood in the bright sunshine, smiling and waving to them, the light flowing through her body, as bright as an oil painting.
"She is so beautiful." Constantine said: "In my new novel, I will write her as the heroine."
"And then we will finally get married to you as the male protagonist?"
"No, I saw that as the male protagonist, I was torn apart by the devil."
"You were born to do this."
"Excuse me, what's going on with Brand?"
"You will know soon, don't be too surprised then."
Constantine smiled, his smile full of disdain. He put his hands on the window frame of the car and looked out the window. His long golden hair floated in the river of light and wind, as if it was floating up from the bottom of the river.
Gold sand drifting with the tide.
Put on more clothes when the season changes. I'm getting cold again.