Chapter 565: Typical Murder Case (Part 1)

Gotham City, a not bright but still warm morning, Schiller put down the coffee cup in his hand and heard the footsteps of his colleague Anna's high heels. After a while, a blonde American sweetheart walked in, knocked on the baffle on Schiller's desk, and said: "The lazy guys at the freshman registration office have asked for leave, you go..."

"I'm not going."

Schiller answered without raising his head. If such a scene happened a year ago, Schiller might still be an ordinary university professor in Gotham, instead of writing papers like now, but under those papers are the industrial plans of the Green Lantern Corps and the plans of the Misty Crystal Industry.

Anna rolled her eyes and said, "You have the least classes this week. If you don't go, who will?"

Suddenly, Schiller came back to his senses from the mess of work. He turned his head and glanced at the calendar next to him and said, "It's January now, and it should be the time for spring semester. Gotham University should not have majors that report in spring, right?"

"Who said that?" Anna walked to Schiller's seat, crossed her arms and said, "You forgot that the previous president, Shedon, was a liberal arts student. He opened literature and philosophy majors at Gotham University. Before he left, these two majors passed the review and the start time was set in spring."

"Oh, yes, he may have forgotten to tell you that the psychology major has also been assigned to the College of Humanities, so the major you teach also starts in spring."

Schiller narrowed his eyes and recalled that American universities are slightly different from Chinese universities. Many American universities are divided into three semesters a year, starting in January, May and August, and new students will arrive in January in spring and August in autumn.

However, Gotham University is closer to Chinese universities. Although it also has three semesters, the month for freshmen to register is only August, and no one comes for spring reporting.

The reason is that Gotham University has fewer colleges and its management is relatively chaotic. For convenience, some administrative staff of the school have classified all majors as autumn reporting.

Before, when the president named Shedon came, he made drastic reforms to the administrative management system and created three more colleges. Now all three colleges have changed to spring reporting.

As Schiller worked hard, the deep winter in Gotham has passed. Now it is January when the temperature has just risen a little, and the spring reporting of Gotham University has also begun.

Putting down the pen and stretching his stiff shoulders, Schiller thought that it would be good to stay at the freshman registration office for half a day. Recently, his mind has been almost filled with those messy numbers.

Schiller stood up and wanted to leave. Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered twice, and the light bulb hanging in the middle of the room went out with a "snap".

At this time, the daytime is still relatively short, and you still need to turn on the light in the early morning to see the words on the book clearly. Now the light bulb is not bright, and the room is dim.

Anna looked up and glanced at the light bulb, but did not show any surprise. She said: "You haven't had early classes in the past few days, and you are not here in the morning and evening, so you don't know. The school pipelines are aging. There are power outages for one to two hours every day these days, and the repeated power outages have broken most of the old light bulbs."

"What should I do?" Schiller asked.

"What can I do? Just make do with it." Anna walked back to her seat and sat down. She skillfully took out a flashlight from the side, turned it on, and shone it at Schiller, and then said: "Now Gotham University is the only school on the East Coast without a president. Who do you expect to take care of this?"

Schiller shook his head and looked up at the room again. This office, where he had stayed the longest since he came to Gotham, was actually very old.

There is no decoration style here, because most of the furniture has been replaced several times. The white wall skirting and ceiling have different degrees of damage. The only desk that can be called good is half new and half old.

Schiller doesn't like things that are too modern, but it doesn't mean he likes to use second-hand goods, especially these things are so old that they are beginning to affect their use.

Sighing, Schiller took his things, left the office, and walked towards the freshman registration office.

When he came to the freshman registration office, he found that there was a power outage here, and what was even more tragic was that there were no floor-to-ceiling windows in the office, and the lighting was even worse. It was pitch black at this time.

This is good, Schiller thought, when the freshmen come later, they will immediately know what a wrong decision they made.

In the rest of their college life, they can't think of attending parties happily or having sex. There is no student activity room or party room here. The only room with an independent generator is Victor's cryogenic laboratory and the library.

Schiller moved a chair and sat down in the darkness. Soon, students came in one after another. Almost everyone would instinctively pause when they saw a person sitting in the dark room, then step out to look at the room number, and then walk in carefully.

Schiller was still writing with his head down. Suddenly, he heard the sound of leather shoes coming from far away. He seemed very calm and not panicked. He felt the figure coming to the table. Schiller picked up the pen and asked without raising his head: "Name?"

"Lex Luthor."

"Lex... Room 403, Building 2, Boys' Dormitory..." Schiller wrote it down subconsciously. Suddenly, he paused and looked up. Sure enough, the red-haired Lex appeared in the darkness.

"Lex?" Schiller looked up at him, then looked down at the form in his hand and said, "Don't tell me, you applied for Gotham University?"

"In fact, I didn't apply for Gotham University. I'm not old enough to go to college, but I donated a large sum of money, so..."

Schiller took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "Can I ask about your thinking? Have you never visited your local Metropolitan University?"

"Of course I visited it. Just before I came to register, I went to Metropolitan University and found Clark, who studied journalism and communication, and made him look bad in front of his classmates."

"Since you have been to Metropolitan University, then on your way from the gate of Gotham University to here, you should leave without looking back. What gave you the courage to come here?"

The teaching level and hardware facilities of Metropolitan University and Gotham University cannot be said to be very different, but can only be said to be a world of difference.

"Of course it's you, professor. To be honest, what happened in the mayor's mansion in Metropolis and your performance made me interested in the subject of psychology. And among all the universities on the East Coast, you are the only one whose academic level is trustworthy."

"Thank you for your compliment." Schiller turned a page of the form in his hand and said, "You are much more likable than Wayne who just came to report, but I still want to say that you'd better go back to Metropolis. This is not the place for you."

Lex didn't listen at all. He shrugged and said, "Is there any place I can't go? No."

"Where Wayne can come, of course I can, I'm no worse than him."

"Seriously, professor, how is his academic performance? He should be the first in the grade, right? It doesn't matter, I will break his record soon."

Just as Schiller was about to continue speaking, Lex picked up his suitcase. Schiller looked at his movements and said, "Don't tell me you didn't even bring a security guard and a housekeeper, and you plan to live in the student dormitory."

Lex nodded and carried the suitcase with some effort. He was so thin that the suitcase, which was not big, seemed very heavy.

Schiller shook his head, looked up at the extinguished light bulb, and then said, "You will pay the price for your confidence today. Those who don't belong to Gotham will eventually leave."

Lex didn't understand Schiller's fatalistic words, he just carried the suitcase and left.

As he passed through the teaching buildings and squares of Gotham University, it was already completely bright, but the power was still not restored, so after Lex entered the dormitory building, it was still dark.

What's more terrifying is that the dormitory building of Gotham University has 6 floors, Lex lives on the 4th floor, and there is no elevator in this building.

In other words, Lex has to carry his heavy suitcase and climb to the 4th floor alone.

In fact, this is not difficult for any college student with normal physique. Although it will be more or less tiring, it is not to the point where he can't persist. But for Lex, it is not the case.

As he said before, he is not yet old enough to go to college. He is three years younger than Bruce now. He just turned 16 this year. Moreover, because of Lionel's control over him and excessive drug use, his health is very bad and his physical strength is very poor.

Therefore, it was very difficult for him to drag the suitcase up the stairs. He had to change his posture after walking two steps. Moreover, he didn't rely on carrying, but dragged it hard. The suitcase hit the edge of the steps, making a dull "bang bang" sound.

After dragging the suitcase up one floor, Lex couldn't move it at all. He could only rest in the stairwell panting, and began to regret why he didn't bring the housekeeper and security guard.

At this moment, a tall figure came up. Seeing that there was another person in the stairwell, he was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Are you a freshman this year? What's wrong with you? Do you need help?"

"I..." Lex swallowed his saliva, pointed to his suitcase, and said, "It's too heavy, I can't move it, but my dormitory is on the 4th floor..."

"Oh, so, it's okay, I'll help you move it." The tall figure came out of the darkness and came to the stairwell. Lex saw clearly that it was a black-haired boy with a tall figure, handsome face, and wearing a suit. He looked very well-educated.

"My name is Lex, from Metropolis, what's your name?" Lex asked, and the boy said, "You can call me Thomas, Thomas Elliot, you should have heard of the Elliot family, right?"

"I'm an outsider, and I've never left my city, so I haven't heard of any Gotham family." Lex watched the boy named Thomas pick up his suitcase and walk up the stairs.

"What about the Wayne family?" Thomas asked.

"Well, I have heard of them. After all, they are so famous." Lex followed Thomas, and he walked very slowly, as if he had exhausted his energy before, so Thomas had to stand on a higher step to wait for him.

"Oh, then you should also know that Little Wayne is studying in this school, right? Although he doesn't come to class very often, you should be able to meet him recently because he often lives in the dormitory recently."

"Living in the dormitory? Isn't his family very rich? Why does he live in the dormitory?" Arriving at the 3rd floor, the two rested in the stairwell for a while, and then chatted while resting.

"Don't mention it. His daughter often makes noises at night, which makes him unable to sleep well, so he can only leave Wayne Manor and rest in the dormitory."

Thomas spread his hands and said, "My family and his family are old friends. We have known each other since childhood, but even I don't know when he had an ex-wife and daughter."

Lex frowned. Thomas saw his reaction and continued, "Of course, I can understand him. Men should have some space of their own. He is not the kind of person who revolves around his wife and children."

Seeing that Lex's frown was getting deeper and deeper, Thomas picked up the suitcase again and walked up the stairs. Lex followed him and they went to the 4th floor together.

But the moment they stepped onto the corridor on the 4th floor, a strong smell of blood floated over.

With the dim light from the window at the end of the corridor, Lex saw that the door of the fourth room on the right was open, and a pair of legs stretched out from there, and blood flowed out of the door.

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