In the presidential suite of the Beverly Hill Hotel in Los Angeles, Hal and Oliver were playing cards. Looking out the window, Arthur was swimming in the outdoor swimming pool downstairs. Many beauties were focusing on his strong and toned body, following him.
His movements caused bursts of exclamations.
"I'm not very good at sailing, but I'm good at showing off my muscles." Oliver sighed and said, "I was like this when I was young. In order to show off my muscles at the pool party, I spent two months in the gym in advance."
"You should be grateful for your fitness experience, which gave you a good physique when you were surviving on a desert island, otherwise you would definitely not be able to hold on now." Hal threw out a poker and said.
Oliver nodded, and then he added: "I just called back to Star City, and my butler expressed surprise that I was still alive, and very pleasantly surprised. He hoped that I could go back soon..."
"Then why are you still here?" Hal stretched out his hand and glanced at his watch and said, "Star City is not far from here. If you leave now, you should arrive before dawn."
Oliver shook his head and said: "These days on the desert island, I have been thinking about a question, where does people's suffering come from?"
"Why do you suddenly think of such a thing? Are you also a philosopher?" Hal took a sip of cold sparkling water, took a breath, and then said: "I thought that only professors like Schiller could
I will study such useless philosophical questions."
"How can you say this is useless? Haven't you ever thought about it?"
"I have thought about it, but is it useful to just think about it?" Hal sighed and said: "You sitting here thinking about these problems will not make someone in this world suffer less. I would rather use this time.
Go help others."
"But with your help, can all the suffering in this world disappear?" Oliver asked.
"Of course not, but if you can disappear, it counts, and if you can save one person, it counts as one person, right?" Hal said.
"This is completely a negative thought. If we can't figure out why everyone is suffering from a spiritual level, then there will never be a way to truly save them." Oliver said seriously.
Hal paused while playing with the cards and said, "I once heard a similar argument from someone."
"Who is it?" Oliver asked, looking into his eyes.
"It should be Schiller. I think he is the only person I know who can say this." Hal scratched his head and said: "Sometimes, I can't understand those psychological and philosophical theories, but many times
, those words would be running around in my head again, as if I had understood and remembered them.”
"When he was treating my wounds, he didn't act like someone who had the patience to read philosophy." Oliver curled his lips and said.
As soon as he said this, the door of the room rang. Schiller opened the door, looked at the two people sitting in the middle of the living room playing cards, and said: "You are not asleep yet?"
"It's still early, but you, how was your trip to visit your old friend? He didn't let you stay overnight?" Hal looked up at him and asked.
Schiller snorted and said, "Yes, because he wanted to keep someone else overnight, a beautiful female police officer."
Oliver and Hal laughed at the same time, obviously gloating. Schiller walked in after changing his shoes, walked to the sofa and sat down, and then also touched a hand of cards.
The three of them chatted while playing cards. As they chatted, they returned to the topic of island survival. Hal remembered what Oliver had said before. He asked: "You said that drug dealers directly massacred an entire village. How on earth did that happen?"
What's going on?"
"When I first arrived on the island, I found traces of people living on the island. I was overjoyed. But when I caught up with them, I found no living people, but the remains of a village."
"That should be where the original islanders lived. Judging from the traces of life, the last time anyone was active was probably a long time ago."
"I didn't find the body, but I found some body parts. Following these traces, I found the place where these damn butchers buried those villagers. There were about a dozen corpses there, which should be all the villagers..."
"The whole village was looted by them, leaving nothing useful. I originally wanted to survive there, but..."
Oliver shook his head and said with a sad expression: "I saw the traces of their past life and thought of the tragic state of their corpses, and I felt very sad. Moreover, it was far away from fresh water and the food was not abundant, so in the end,
I left anyway."
"Damn drug dealers, they are getting more and more rampant!" Hal took a deep breath and said: "You may not know that Coast City also relied on fishing for a living for a period of time. At that time, the most feared thing for ocean-going ships going out to sea was
Drug dealers over there in South America.”
"If you encounter pirates, the pirates will only kidnap the crew and hold them for ransom. As long as they give you some money, they will not kill easily. If the captain is willing to spend money, he will just hand over the goods. At least his life will not be in danger."
"But drug dealers are different. They have no humanity at all. They don't need anyone alive. As long as they board the ship, they will kill all the crew members." Hal's face was very gloomy. He said: "My uncle, that is, me
My father’s eldest brother died in their hands.”
"And if you dare to resist, they will torture you to death and then throw you into the sea. My uncle was a retired army officer. He suffered inhumane torture, and even his body was not found..."
Hal lowered his head, and the sadness between his eyebrows became more obvious. He said: "Since then, my parents have firmly not allowed me to travel far away, because I am their eldest son, and they are worried that I will be like my uncle.
Encountering such danger..."
"I want to avenge these villagers." Oliver hesitated, but he still said: "I know that the drug trade has been around for a long time, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to eradicate, but I don't think I can stand by and watch."
"What are you going to do?" Hal asked immediately. Obviously, he also had this idea. Oliver turned his head, glanced out the window, looked at Arthur who was still playing in the pool downstairs and said:
"Arthur can communicate with fish. He said before that a killer whale's mother was killed by these drug traffickers. Then we can use his ability to let the killer whales lead the way and find the base of this group of drug traffickers for us.
, and then avenge those villagers."
Schiller remained silent. Both Hal and Oliver looked at him. Schiller did not comment. He just said: "If you want to go, go ahead, but I am seasick, so I won't go with you."
"Don't you think they are really cruel?" Hal asked, looking at Schiller's unchanged expression, but then he added: "Ah, I didn't mean to force you to go..."
Schiller sighed and said, "Have you ever thought about why all this happened?"
"Of course it's because of those vicious drug dealers!" Hal hated this group of people so much that he didn't miss every opportunity to scold them. He gritted his teeth and said, "I must eliminate them all for the sake of everyone."
Revenge of innocent people..."
After saying that, Hal stood up, seemingly furious, and Oliver stood up with him. The two reached an agreement on this aspect. After a while, Arthur was called up by them. He heard that they
He also agreed with the need to deal with drug dealers. He said:
"There are abundant fisheries in the Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean. Many fleets will fish there during the season when resources are abundant. They are not afraid of encountering pirates. What they are most afraid of is encountering these drug traffickers. Their methods are very cruel. I
I have heard this terrible legend since I was a child."
"Let's set off now. I can use the energy of the green light to make the boat go very fast. With the guidance of the killer whale, we should be able to reach our destination quickly. By the time we find their base, they will be finished."
"Let's set off now." Oliver said, remembering the tragic situation he saw on the island.
After the three of them left, Schiller didn't have much time to relax. Lucifer and Chloe came to see him again. When the two of them walked into the hotel room, it was already dawn, and Schiller was about to have breakfast, so the three of them came to see him.
They came to the hotel restaurant and chatted while eating.
"So, you went to find Delilah's partner and caused trouble at his wedding, so you came up with clues?" Schiller asked after taking a bite of the salad.
"That's because he didn't cooperate," Lucifer snorted, and Chloe showed a helpless expression and said, "You should listen to me, we should follow the procedures..."
"Okay, the goal has been achieved anyway, what clues did you find?" Schiller asked.
"Delilah's partner told us that she had a boyfriend who often beat her. Delilah even cried in the recording studio. Officer Chloe and I went to the home of Delilah's boyfriend. He was a
A famous rapper, his private life is very chaotic..."
"When we went there, he was high. I had to find a way to wake him up. I picked him up and hung him outside the balcony. After the wind blew for a while, he finally revealed the clues."
"He said that he beat Delilah because she cheated on her, and Delilah often went to a psychiatrist to talk to her. The psychiatrist was named Linda."
"So, we came to you because we actually hope you can do us a favor." Lucifer glanced at Chloe and said proactively: "The psychiatrist named Linda is very difficult to deal with. I think, since you are
A famous psychologist, you should be able to convince him, we want to know who Delilah cheated on?"
"Did he tell you that it is a psychiatrist's professional ethics to keep patients' confidentiality?" Schiller asked.
Chloe nodded immediately and said, "Yes, that's what she said. We asked her many times, but she didn't waver at all, so we thought..."
"Keeping patient confidentiality is indeed a psychiatrist's professional ethics, and it is the same for me. Therefore, I will not force my colleagues to reveal secrets, but I think there should be better ways to investigate the truth."
Chloe and Lucifer looked at each other, and then looked at Schiller together. Schiller cut the food on the plate with a knife and fork and said, "Although I don't know much about pop music, I know that along with pop music and business
Another thing that caused the rise of movies was entertainment newspapers."
"Even in Gotham, I can hear newsboys running by on the street shouting gossip about celebrities. So how do entertainment newspapers get these gossips?"
Croy was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly exclaimed: "Paparazzi! Yes! Delilah has been very red and purple recently, and the paparazzi will definitely follow her! Come on, let's go to Weathervane Newspaper, which is the largest gossip newspaper on the West Coast...
"
After saying that, Chloe stood up and hurried out. Lucifer looked back at Schiller, gave him a "good job" gesture, and chased Chloe away.
But at this moment, Schiller, who was dining, put down his fork, turned his head slightly, and glanced at the corner of the hotel restaurant, where he saw a familiar figure taking his meal.
The figure was wearing a yellow and black uniform and looked out of place among the many suits and long skirts.