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, and its throat kept making "hissing" sounds.

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 and wanted to jump out of Schiller's arms.

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

However, no matter how good Clark's eyesight is, he can't expect him to see a cat's eyes. It is difficult for humans to read any meaningful information from a cat's face, not to mention a black cat whose expression is almost invisible.

Schiller scratched Batcat's chin, and Batcat instinctively raised his face, but the next second, it began to struggle again, shivering constantly.

"Professor, I'm sorry for ruining your bookstore." Clark scratched his head and said, "I'll try to clean it up here, but if I want to fix it, I'm afraid I can only go to Bruce."

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

Hearing this, Batcat widened his eyes, and he "meowed" at the top of his voice, but the hoarse voice unique to Batman made his cat cry sound more like a terrifying howl.

Clark immediately looked at the face of the bat cat, and the bat cat did its best to wink at Clark. After raising the bat cat for so long, Clark could understand the meaning of its actions, so he repeated his previous sentence: "The car almost exceeded the speed limit, and I don't know what it was going to do..."

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

Clark saw that Schiller's face instantly improved a little, 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 the matter with the winged guy lying on the ground?"

Clark scratched his head, turned around and looked over, then said, "Actually, I don't know. That weird magician threw bombs into the bookstore. I think he should be a bad guy. My father always taught me that those who don't take good care of books are bad people."

"He threw a few air bombs that I couldn't see, and almost blew up you and the little girl just now. He was completely a terrorist. He said that he would summon something, and after a while, this so-called angel came."

Clark shook his head, looking a little helpless. He said, "Nowadays, liars are really getting more and more careless. The Bible clearly says that when an angel appears, holy light will descend, and it will never hurt children, but this angel is really a bit..."

Clark showed an embarrassed 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 it couldn't split them at all. Common sense told him that a real angel would not be so frustrated.

Schiller passed 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 One. Is this the movie version of Gabriel?

But then, Schiller thought about it. Even if it was the movie version of Gabriel, he wouldn't be beaten like this as soon as he appeared, right? If he remembered correctly, the movie version of Gabriel was also an intelligent villain. Moreover, now that Constantine was gone, why did she come to Gotham?

Schiller, who felt that there were many doubts, didn't say too much nonsense. In Clark's surprised eyes, Schiller snapped his fingers, and a halo appeared on his head. In Clark's even more shocked eyes, Schiller took the halo off.

Schiller held the aperture and said, "Hey, is anyone there? Can anyone help me see who this guy is?"

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

"Is there a simpler way?" Schiller asked.

"Then you can also use the Holy Light Coming."

"Easier."

"...Hit him with the aperture."

"Thank you."

"Bang!"

The angel who just wanted to get up was hit 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 feather emitting a faint glow, slowly falling to the ground.

Schiller walked over, bent down to pick up the feather, put it in his hand and looked at it, and then looked back at the destroyed bookstore.

Clark came over and was about to ask, but Schiller had already 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 that I want to return the feather to you, do you have time to come and get it?"

"No, nothing, but 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 he had caused during the time when he was lazy.

In fact, Schiller had long guessed that letting a lazy person take charge of the class would definitely cause some trouble, but so far, he felt that except for the slightly shocking scene of the 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's more terrifying is 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 took a breath, 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 just buried it."

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 discovered that what was placed on top was a sample issue of his paper. This poor magazine had been lying in the mailbox, which had once held rotten pig ears, for who knows how long.

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

It was today's newspaper. Schiller just flipped the sample issue on it and saw the headline on the front page of the newspaper...

"The murderer of the horrible serial murder case committed crimes again. 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 Thinking Tower elevator opened, and the arrogant man in a black suit rushed into a room at full speed, banging on the door and shouting.

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

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