As the strong wind at night gradually subsided, the dark clouds that have always shrouded Gotham have dispersed. The next day was a rare good weather in Gotham, with only a slight mist.
Schiller got up early, put on his leather boots, picked up a garden shovel, and went to the garden downstairs.
Merkel picked up the pot for boiling milk in the tool room next to her, poured the milk into the pot, carried the milk jug and tea bag, and came to the garden under the oak tree, where Schiller was sorting out the water pipes he had taken out yesterday.
Merkel sprinkled a handful of tea leaves into the cup, then poured the steaming milk into the cup. White mist rose and the aroma of English milk tea spread.
Schiller took the small cup with a handle that could only fit one finger in. He shook his head and said, "I really don't know, I can still drink milk tea in the morning. Are there no raw materials for coffee in the manor?"
After saying that, he took a sip of English milk tea. It tasted really good, not sweet, and the taste of tea was more obvious, which Schiller, who didn't like to drink milk, could barely accept. Merkel shook her head and said: "No,
Sir, the coffee ingredients and coffee machine are ready, but this weather reminds me of my hometown."
"It's always rainy in the UK. On the farm owned by my family, after a strong wind, the weather will be sunny and everyone will get up early."
"At this time, the farm workers will go to the neighbor's house to buy freshly milked milk. To be honest, the taste is much better than what we drink now..."
Schiller took another sip of milk tea, and Merkel also made herself a cup. After the two drank the milk tea under the oak tree, Schiller picked up the gardening shovel again and said: "The situation of gardeners is not optimistic. It seems that these tasks
We can only do it ourselves. We will clean up the broken awning this morning, hose down the garden later, and dig out the dead plants tomorrow..."
Merkel went back to change her shoes. Schiller put his hand on the gardening shovel and sighed as he looked at the messy garden. But after a while, he picked up the shovel and began to dig out the awning supports inserted into the soil.
come out.
After a while, Merkel came over again. Schiller glanced at the leather shoes on his feet and said, "What's wrong? Where are the rain boots you wore last night?"
Merkel shook her head and said to Schiller: "Sir, there is a call, it seems to be from Mr. Wayne..."
Schiller frowned, and Merkel took the shovel from his hand. When Schiller walked to the door, he stamped his feet on the carpet to shake off the soil, walked through the front hall, and came to the hall.
Picked up the phone receiver from the table next to him.
"Hello? What's wrong? You've only been away for a few hours, why...what did you say? The building in the East District collapsed, so you didn't go to provide disaster relief?"
"Really? That's a good thing. Children can actively participate in disaster relief work and exercise their abilities, right?"
"Yes, I know, but even a small thing like delivering food can get a lot of people involved. Cobot did a really good job this time... What did you say? Someone was injured?"
"How could the children be injured? Aren't they going to deliver something?...The mental patient suddenly went crazy? Who was injured? Don't tell me...Okay, I understand, I'll go there right away."
Schiller put down the phone and walked quickly towards the stairs. Merkel, who had just come in, caught up with him and asked: "What's wrong? Where are you going?"
"Help me prepare a coat. I'm going to the first phase of the renovation project, which is Building 1 of the demonstration area. One of my students was injured. He was attacked by a mental patient who suddenly went crazy. I have to go and see what's going on.
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"Oh, by the way, call Brand and ask him to come over. Maybe we need his help in pathological analysis..."
Merkel nodded and immediately went to find her coat. Schiller went upstairs, changed out of the work clothes he was going to use for work, put on his formal clothes again, tied his tie, and went downstairs while taking the windbreaker jacket from Merkel's hand.
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"Dr. Brand said that he is in the hospital now. Mr. Wayne invited him to attend a consultation. The driver has already arrived at the door and placed an umbrella on the back seat for you..."
Schiller nodded and walked out of the door quickly. After getting into the car, he frowned and looked out the window while holding an umbrella.
Today is a rare good day in Gotham, but the sun is not bright, but the sky is brighter than usual. The sky is not blue, it is still foggy and gray, but the cloud pressure is not low, and it is not as oppressive as before.
Dark feeling.
The difference is that the air is filled with mist and the humidity is higher than before. Take a breath and feel the coolness from your nose to your lungs.
On the street, there are puddles one after another. On the water surface of most puddles, golden leaves that were blown down last night are falling. Due to the rise in temperature, fine white mist is rising on some water surfaces, just like a bowl.
Hot soup.
Occasionally, bicycle bells rang on the opposite street, and in some blocks that had not yet been renovated, newsboys whizzed past in groups. Schiller looked at the newspapers in their hands and asked: "Mr. Driver, is there a newspaper? There is one today.
What’s the big news?”
The driver was very old and an authentic local. He gently tugged on the gloves on his hands and said: "The newspaper is in the door drawer on your left, but you'd better not pick it up because the weather is relatively humid.
, the ink has not dried yet, it may get on your hands.”
Schiller stopped reaching out, and he heard the driver continue: "Today's news is, of course, the collapse of the building on Poyulu Street..."
"A gentleman like you may have never been to a street like that. The houses there are different from your manor. They were not built in one go. They were all lived in and added on temporarily."
"This kind of house is not very reliable. The powerful typhoon last night caused the building at the end of the building to collapse. Originally, it was the only building that collapsed, but the houses there were too dense and they were not very reliable.
It was stable, so six houses collapsed in a row..."
"What are the casualties?" Schiller asked with a frown.
"The buildings there are not very high, unlike in the city center, which often have thirty or forty stories. Of the six buildings that collapsed, the highest one was only six stories. In addition, the materials used were not very solid, so no one was killed, but
Several of them were seriously injured and were taken away by ambulances sent by Wayne Group."
"I heard that the gangs participated in the disaster relief, and the children in the reconstruction demonstration area also went?" Schiller asked.
"Of course gangsters have to participate in disaster relief." The driver stretched out his hand and honked the horn to signal the car in front to hurry up. He turned the steering wheel and said: "In the past, when this kind of accident happened, it was gangsters who provided disaster relief. This time, Wei
Well, the rich man also participated, so the efficiency is much higher."
"As for those children, they did a good job, but I heard that there seemed to be some conflicts there. There was a wounded man who was injured. He went crazy for some reason and started attacking those who rescued him."
"After a day's work, the gangsters who were still hungry were very angry. There was a conflict between the two parties. As for the children..." The driver shook his head and said: "They should not get involved. These little bastards are the most likely to get involved."
He’s good at escaping.”
"In a gang fight with live ammunition, they all ran very fast. This fight only involved fists. There is no reason why they would not be able to escape."
Schiller nodded, but his frown did not loosen. If it was as Bruce said, Jason was injured in the fight, then the situation must be much more serious than what the driver said.
First of all, Jason is the king of children. Once a fight breaks out, his children will protect him because he is the leader and their brains. This is their instinct to safeguard the interests of the group. Jason is not so easily attacked.
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In addition, Jason is quite good at fighting. Although he is definitely not as good as the genius Batman or Dick, who is naturally good at sports, he is considered a good fighter among ordinary children and should not bear the brunt of being beaten and injured.
Even if he can't be beaten, Jason is not the kind of person who is stubborn and determined not to run away. As the driver said, these kids in Gotham can survive and their escape skills are top-notch.
After all, when there is a war between gangs, they will not be notified specifically. As soon as the gunshots are fired, these children will disappear in a flash. This is their ability to survive in Gotham.
With this thought in mind, Schiller got out of the car and made a phone call outside the door of Building 1. After a while, Cobot walked down. As soon as they met, Schiller found that his face was not very good, so
He asked: "What happened? Your face looks a little too serious..."
Cobot shook his head and said nothing. He just led Schiller into the elevator and arrived at the 15th floor where Jason lived.
Opening the door, Schiller saw several children surrounding Jason who was lying on the bed. Cobot waved and they reluctantly walked out. In the narrow room, Schiller walked to the bed.
He looked at Jason and found that his complexion was even worse.
Schiller looked around, and Cobot immediately understood what he meant, and walked out. After a while, he brought back a chair. Schiller sat on the bedside and reached out to touch Jason's forehead.
"He has a fever. Is there no fever-reducing medicine?" Schiller asked.
"Yes. And I gave it to him two hours ago. It is the maximum dose that he can take for his weight." Cobot said with some worry. He could see that Schiller valued Jason very much.
Not only Schiller, Cobot himself also values Jason very much and feels that he will be his right-hand man in leading the new order. But now, Jason's situation is not optimistic. Cobot, who also grew up in the East End, understands that once the company is connected,
The medicine is gone and the situation has reached a very critical point.
Schiller frowned deeply and said, "I heard that he was injured. Where is the injury?"
Cobot stepped forward and took one of Jason's arms out of the quilt. Schiller rolled up his sleeves and saw three deep wounds on his forearm, which looked like scratches by fingernails.
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At this moment, Tire pushed the door open and came in. He said: "How's it going? Is Jason feeling better?...Oh, Boss Cobot, you're here too, my God, and Professor Schiller, you're finally here...
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Tire showed a guilty expression and said: "Please save Jason quickly. This is all my fault. Jason was injured just to protect me!"
Schiller didn't mean to blame him, but turned to look at him and said, "What on earth is going on? Aren't you just going to deliver some food? How could you get into a fight with others?"
Tire stomped his foot in annoyance and said, "It's not our fault, it's all those lunatics' fault... Maybe we can't blame them. If we are to blame, just blame this typhoon."
"Last night's typhoon was the biggest storm Gotham has ever seen in more than ten years. Six houses collapsed in the Poyulu street where I live, injuring many people. Gangsters went to provide disaster relief...
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"I know all these things, let's talk about what happens next."
Perhaps it was Schiller's calm tone that soothed the anxious Tire. He took a deep breath, cleared his thoughts, and then began to talk:
"Last night, when Boss Cobot told us that he was going to deliver food, Jason proposed to cook by himself. We all agreed with this proposal, so all the children hurriedly started preparing..."