Chapter 1177 Professor (Forty)

Clark, who was studying angel wings, found that the bat cat suddenly jumped out of his arms and jumped to the ground. The black cat grabbed the ground with its long sharp claws, arched its body, and the hair on its back exploded. There was also a constant "hissing" sound coming from his throat.

A pair of hands hugged the black cat's waist, lifted it up from the ground, and held it in his arms. Schiller touched the bat cat's head with his hand, but the bat cat just kept struggling, trying to get rid of it. Schiller jumped out of his arms.

"Hey, Professor, don't hold it like this. It doesn't like others touching its tail. Come on, give it to me." Clark walked over and stretched out his hand to Schiller. At this moment, the Bat Cat suddenly It stopped making trouble, and winked desperately at Clark, as if it wanted him not to come over now.

However, no matter how good Clark's eyesight is, he cannot be expected to see a cat's eyes. It is difficult for humans to read any meaningful information from a cat's face, let alone a black cat whose expression is almost unclear. cat.

Schiller scratched the bat cat's chin. The bat cat instinctively raised its face, but the next second, it began to struggle again, shivering continuously.

"Professor, I'm sorry for damaging your bookstore." Clark scratched his head and said, "I will try my best to clean this place up, but if I want to fix it, I'm afraid I have to go find Bruce."

After saying that, Clark looked sideways at the corner of the street and said inexplicably: "Just now, he was walking very fast. The car almost exceeded the speed limit. I don't know what he was going to do..."

Upon hearing this, Batcat's eyes widened, and it let out a "meow" at the top of its voice, but Batman's unique hoarse voice made its meow sound more like a terrifying howl.

Clark immediately cast his gaze on Batcat's face, and Batcat blinked at Clark as best he could. After raising Batcat for so long, Clark was able to understand some of its actions, so he repeated He repeated his last sentence: "The car almost exceeded the speed limit, and I don't know what to do..."

"Oh!" Clark exclaimed, and said as if he suddenly realized: "Before he left, he said that he was going... to write a thesis?"

Clark saw that Schiller's face instantly improved slightly, but then he was stunned again, as if he didn't know why he had such an instinctive reaction.

Schiller sighed softly, looked behind Clark and said, "What's going on with that guy with wings lying on the ground?"

Clark scratched his head, turned around and looked over, and then said: "Actually, I don't know either. The magician who talked so much threw bombs into the bookstore. I think he should be a bad person. My father often taught me that no Anyone who takes good care of books is a bad person.”

"He threw a few air bombs that I couldn't see, and almost hit you and the little girl just now. He looked like a terrorist. He said he was going to summon something. After a while, this The so-called angel has arrived."

Clark shook his head, looking a little helpless. He said: "Liars nowadays are really getting more and more careless. The Bible clearly says that when angels appear, holy light will come, and they will never hurt children, but this This angel is really a bit..."

Clark showed a troubled expression, because he remembered that when he flew above the clouds, he saw that the angel was really splitting the dark clouds over Gotham, and he couldn't split them at all. Common sense told him that a real angel It won't be so frustrating.

Schiller crossed Clark and walked in front of the angel. When he saw his face, Schiller was stunned for a moment because he looked exactly like the Ancient Master. Is this the movie version of Gabriel?

But then, Schiller thought for a moment, even if it was the movie version of Gabriel, he wouldn't be beaten like this as soon as he appeared on the scene, right? If he remembered correctly, the movie version of Gabriel was also an intellectual villain, and now that Constantine is gone, why would she come to Gotham?

Schiller, who felt that this was very suspicious, did not say too much nonsense. In Clark's surprised eyes, Schiller snapped his fingers, and a circle of light appeared on his head. In Clark's even more shocked eyes, Schiller opened the circle of light. Take it down.

Schiller held the aperture and said over there: "Hey, is anyone here? Who can help me take a look? Who is this guy?"

After speaking, Schiller stared at the aperture. After a while, a faint ray of light appeared in the center of the aperture, a vague shadow appeared on it, and a pleasant neutral voice came: "Hello, if you want to identify the members of Heaven If you belong to the lineage, please use the sacred chanting magic circle."

"Is there an easier way?" Schiller asked.

"Then you can also use the Holy Light to come."

"Make it simpler."

"...Smash him with the aperture."

"Thanks."

"Bang!"

The angel who just wanted to get up was knocked to the ground by the aperture again. The aperture emitted a faint light, and with another "bang", the angel's figure disappeared, leaving only a faint shimmer. The feathers slowly fell to the ground.

Schiller walked over, bent down, picked up the feather, looked at it in his hand, and then looked back at the ruined bookstore.

Clark walked over, and just as he was about to ask, Schiller turned around and walked into the bookstore, picked up the phone that survived the disaster, and dialed a number.

"Hello, Lucifer?... Oh, it's like this, nothing else, I just want to say, I want to return the feather to you, do you have time to come and get it?"

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"No, nothing, it's just that I plucked another feather of Gabriel, I think it has more collection value, so your feather can be returned to you... That's it, bye."

"Snap", Schiller hung up the phone, and then he whispered: "Three, two..."

"Schiller!!! What nonsense are you talking about?!!! Don't try to lie to me!! How do you have Gabriel... Damn, why is this bald chicken still shedding feathers all over the world!!!!"

"Whoosh", the feather in Schiller's hand disappeared. Although Lucifer did not appear at all, Gabriel must not be very quiet for a while.

After using his utmost patience to solve the current problem, Schiller finally couldn't stand his poor hygiene anymore. He rushed back to Rodriguez Manor as quickly as possible, took a shower, changed his clothes, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Before, the bad environment near the bookstore made Schiller unable to concentrate completely. After returning to the manor, he finally had time to take a closer look at what troubles Laziness had caused during his time as a substitute.

In fact, Schiller had long guessed that letting a lazy personality take charge would definitely cause some trouble, but so far, he felt that except for the slightly shocking scene of post-war ruins at first sight, the degree of the trouble was still within his acceptable range.

Schiller calmly began to flip through his previous memories... His calmness only lasted about ten seconds, because when he recalled along the timeline, a rotten pig ear appeared in his mind. What was even more terrifying was that the letter placed together with this disgusting pig ear was actually picked up by his own hand.

Schiller shuddered, stood up from the sofa, and began to shout: "Merkel! Merkel! Where are you? Go and take down the mailbox. Rodriguez Manor will never need a mailbox again!!!"

Schiller shouted and turned around, but he didn't hear Merkel's response. He became anxious again, so he walked quickly towards the garden. Merkel should be trimming the hedge at this time.

Through the window near the garden, Schiller did see Merkel's figure, so he quickened his pace and walked towards Merkel, but the next second, he was tripped by something on the ground.

Schiller stabilized his center of gravity and looked down. It turned out to be a metal part. Schiller immediately moved to the side and moved a little further away from it, but he still saw that there was a trace of rotten meat hanging on the side of the metal part.

Following the traces of parts rolling on the soil, Schiller turned around and saw a newly dug pit. At this moment, the fully armed butler Merkel dragged a horrible puppet with his gloved hands and threw it into the pit.

Schiller gasped, but then quickly covered his mouth and nose, looked at Merkel and asked: "What the hell is this?!"

"I don't know either. I heard from Alfred that it seemed to be a puppet made by a madman after killing people. He likes to climb over the wall of the manor area when he has nothing to do. This is the third one I have solved. Oh my God, it's so disgusting!"

Schiller ran back to the room as fast as he could. Through the glass, he pointed at the location of the puppet and shouted to Merkel: "Don't tell me that you buried this thing in my garden??!!"

Merkel looked at him with a confused face and said: "But before, I handled the fertilizer that climbed over the wall into the yard like this... Oh, by the way, normally it should be burned, but because the metal parts can't be burned, I buried it directly."

Schiller covered his forehead. He felt a little suffocated, so he turned back and didn't look at the terrible scene. He breathed in and out until the air in the room seemed to be sucked out by him, and then Schiller finally recovered a little.

"It's okay, it's okay. There are many crazy people, and there are always a few who don't like cleanliness. Mysophobia is a disease. I want to be an ordinary person. I can't bother with them..." Schiller muttered in a low voice and walked into his bedroom with his head down.

Two minutes later, Schiller came to the mailbox in front of Rodriguez Manor with a felling axe.

When he raised the axe, he suddenly found that the small flag on the mailbox was standing up, which meant that someone put something in the mailbox.

But his hand waving the axe had already fallen down, and with a "click", the mailbox was chopped down, and with a "pop", the metal door of the mailbox that fell on the ground was knocked open, and a stack of papers fell out of it.

Schiller didn't take it with his hands, he just took the felling axe and pushed the stack of papers away.

Then he found that the sample issue of his paper was placed on top. This poor magazine just lay in the mailbox where the rotten pig ears were once placed. It was unknown how long it had been.

Schiller slowly stretched out his hand, covered his heart, and looked at the other paper on the ground.

It was today's newspaper. As soon as Schiller pushed the sample issue on top away, he saw the headline on the front page of the newspaper...

"The murderer of the horrible serial murder case committed another crime. The first case cut off the ears, and the second case dug out the eyes. The murderer's cruelty is far beyond imagination! Citizens please be vigilant..."

Schiller took a deep breath, and his expression became dull in an instant.

The next second, the door of the Mind Tower elevator opened, and Arrogant, wearing a black suit, rushed into a room at full speed, banging on the door and shouting.

"Sick! Someone plagiarized your academic achievements!!!"