Chapter 15 An Invitation to a Trap

"You mean, after you've been there for a few days, the biggest problem you found is... he might steal electricity?"

Nick Fury stood in the office of SHIELD, holding a report and asked Coulson.

Coulson also knew that this report really looked like something he had to rush to write early in the morning because he was hungover the day before. The conclusion on it was only a bottle of whiskey away from nonsense.

Nick Fury took the report and took a deep breath. His mouth was open, but he still paused for a moment, obviously speechless.

He said: "In fact, I have always disagreed with the rating standards of SHIELD agents. Coulson, I think you are my most powerful argument against this standard, right?"

"Uh..." Coulson rubbed his hands awkwardly and said: "In fact, we didn't observe nothing. We found that there might be a tunnel under his clinic..."

"I really should ask Nurse Jenny to test you for drunk driving, Coulson, you wrote here 'Observed that the target often suddenly appeared in other places about a hundred meters outside the clinic', and your conclusion is... there might be a tunnel under the clinic?" Nick Fury said.

"Actually, I know he might have the ability to teleport." Coulson said, frowning as he crossed his arms and said, "But according to the cases we have encountered, teleportation always requires a landing moment. We have deployed hundreds of micro cameras around, but none of them captured any abnormalities."

Nick Fury said, "Then add a few hundred more. He is very important to us at the moment, and he is the most difficult opponent to deal with. Don't be careless..."

At this time, in the bed of the professor's apartment at Gotham University, Schiller just woke up and found that he was holding a fluffy thing in his arms. He looked down and saw Pikachu!

"Oh, what's wrong with you? What time is it now?" Pikachu was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. Schiller rubbed his eyes. Why did this mouse follow him? ?

Pikachu looked around in a daze, got startled, and woke up instantly, saying: "Where is this?! How did you bring me here? Are you actually a human trafficker???"

Schiller folded the quilt and said: "Why don't you explain to me first, why are you in my bed?"

"How dare you ask me?" Pikachu yelled, it said: ""It's a three-story building, you only turned on the heater in your room! If I hadn't been able to pick the lock, I would have frozen to death now!"

"Oh, really?" Schiller said without any guilt, "Freeze-dried mice are not a good idea."

"So why are you here? Where is this?"

"As you can see, I can travel through time and space, so I woke up here." Schiller said. "This is a very dangerous place. If you run around, you will be stewed in less than three minutes."

"Tsk. "Pikachu snorted in disdain, and said, "You can travel through time and space? Then I can also splash water."

Schiller was not lying. It didn't matter if Pikachu knew it. After all, it was a rat. In the eyes of these superheroes, its words were even less credible than a repeater. If it went to Batman and talked, Batman would definitely stew it immediately. Batman doesn't kill people, but he doesn't kill rats.

Facing non-human creatures, few heroes on Earth have any trust in them. Although Pikachu speaks like humans and has a strange Canadian accent, this yellow rat that obviously looks like a genetically modified creature is obviously difficult to convince any normal person, so Schiller is not worried at all.

When Schiller was making the bed, Pikachu jumped up and down, sniffing around the room, wrinkling his nose and muttering in disdain: "It seems that you are really capable. This is really not the original world."

In the morning, Schiller went to class. He carried Pikachu in his bag. It was not that he wanted to take Pikachu to class. The main reason was that if he didn't take it, Pikachu would definitely slip out by itself and be stewed.

Pikachu was poking his head in Schiller's bag, but was pushed back by Schiller several times. In the afternoon, Schiller put his bag on the table in the counseling room, pressed Pikachu's forehead and said, "Listen, even if I don't care if others see a strange yellow creature in my bag, I think you should understand what I told you. When it comes to superheroes, everyone among them regards "meddling" as their life creed. No one will let go of studying you, a yellow mouse, especially..."

While Schiller was talking, the door of the counseling room was suddenly opened, and Bruce said, "Professor, I..."

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his professor pressing the forehead of a strange yellow creature with his hand.

Pikachu was startled and jumped into Schiller's arms in an instant. Schiller pursed his lips, looked at Pikachu, and then looked at Bruce. He hugged Pikachu and said, "If I say that this is a new species of albino mole, do you believe it..."

"If you don't believe it, you plan to make up another one, right?" Bruce said with his arms folded.

Pikachu bared his teeth at him, but Schiller covered his mouth with his hands. He said, "What do you want, Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce walked over and said, "Actually, I'm sorry... It's like this, I want to invite you to visit Wayne Manor..."

Visit Wayne Manor?

What kind of invitation to surrender is this?

Bruce was obviously a little awkward, because Schiller knew his true identity, so he couldn't figure out whether he should be Bruce or Batman, and the current Batman was not as cool as he would be in the future, and he would even take the initiative to find Gordon for cooperation, so Bruce was in a very tangled state.

Schiller could feel something through telepathy, he knocked on the table and took the initiative to say: "I can see, Bruce, you are very tangled now, sit down."

"Actually, you did a good job before, Bruce is not Batman, he is just an uneducated playboy, his favorite thing is to go to bars and drink, and there are beautiful women around him. Batman is just the opposite..."

Bruce sat down, he pressed his fingers on the corner of his eyebrows, and said: "I don't understand what's the point of doing this. I don't think I can hide it from anyone."

Bruce is not stupid, he is the only one in Gotham City who is so rich, and he is the only one who has the financial resources to manufacture Batman's equipment. He doesn't think that criminals are fools and don't know that he is Bruce Wayne.

And we can guess a little from his figure alone. Bruce is a playboy, so he won't be wrapped up tightly at some times. It's not difficult to find out some details about his figure.

Especially Schiller has seen Bruce go out to fool around in the middle of the night more than once, and the women around him have never been the same. Half of the famous Nightingale cheerleading troupe have been with Bruce.

In fact, Schiller speculated that many villains with super high IQs in comics should not be completely kept in the dark. This reasoning is really not difficult, but they still act like "Who is Batman? Why can't I guess it?" There must be a reason for it.

"Yeah, it's not really a secret, but as long as you want it to be a secret, it will be your weapon when necessary."

"If you show that you take a secret very seriously, then others will think that the secret is important to you. You try your best to hide it, but if you reveal it at a critical moment, it will naturally prove your sincerity, even though it is actually not important."

Schiller was talking about Bruce's future actions towards the Justice League. In order to gain the trust of the Justice League, Batman took off his mask - announcing a secret that everyone actually knew, that Batman is Bruce Wayne.

But everyone still strengthened their trust in Batman, because Batman always showed that he valued this secret very much and was willing to reveal it for his companions, which of course could gain people's trust. Although this secret can be guessed with a little thought, it is not important. What is important is the attitude!

Bruce stroked his chin and continued: "For example, if a criminal wants to use this to threaten me, I can set a trap for him without panic..."

"Okay, Mr. Wayne." Schiller looked at his watch and said, "It's time for psychological consultation. Regarding your invitation, I will think carefully after receiving the invitation letter."

Bruce didn't quite understand why Schiller had to think carefully. In the United States, a verbal invitation means that this is a private visit, not formal, probably just a private meal together.

But when Schiller mentioned the invitation letter, Bruce thought that Schiller might think that this invitation was not formal enough and did not seem to be taken seriously enough, so after he left the consultation room, he asked the butler Alfu to prepare the invitation letter and the banquet.

In fact, what he didn't know was that for Schiller, being invited to Batman's house was like saying to him: "Are you interested in falling into the trap?"

He needed too much psychological preparation.

Although Schiller knew that Bruce was far from the Batman he would become, and his two identities were not even completely differentiated, if it was the Batman in the comics, Bruce would only come with a bottle of wine and say he would introduce him to some beauties at the party.

Instead of being serious and awkward.

But Schiller had such a deep stereotype of Batman that he even suspected that this was a trap set by Batman to get his DNA, which was definitely something Batman could do.

In addition, although Bruce didn't say it, it was obvious that Pikachu, the yellow mouse, caught his attention.

Schiller lifted Pikachu up by its tail and said, "Did you see the guy who just came? That's the boss of Gotham. If you want to enjoy life in the future, you'd better not offend him."

Pikachu waved his short arms in the air and struggled desperately, saying, "Put me down! That guy just now was really scary!"

Schiller lifted Pikachu up by its tail and said, "How did you know?"

"Detective's intuition!" Pikachu shouted, "You should really consider not staying here. It makes me feel cold here. Why don't we go back to the place where we were yesterday? I can even tolerate you eating strawberry jam!"

Schiller looked Pikachu up and down and felt that it was not telling the truth.