Chapter 598: Who Can Destroy Schiller Manor? (Part 2)
In the elegant English study, the faint morning light shines through the crimson curtains. The smooth wooden floor has been well maintained, and every grain of wood is clearly visible.
In the gaps between a whole row of solid wood bookshelves and display cabinets, there are dots of light. When it falls on the figure in front of the desk, it illuminates the pattern of his pajamas and the black cat in his hand.
If there is no previous story, this scene can be seamlessly connected to the "Godfather" movie, but the truth is that one person and one cat fought all night, and no one slept well.
In the end, the two of them fell asleep in the study, not because they turned enemies into friends and established friendship, but because Schiller finally couldn't stand the bat cat destroying the house, so he knocked him down with crazy wine, and the two went to fight in their dreams.
Raise a Batman?
When you hear this question and seriously think about the possibility of its implementation, and even feel a little eager, you can only say that although people are free to love pets, it is still recommended to see a doctor.
蝙蝠侠的人设放在漫画里是挺酷炫的，许多读者就是喜欢这种充满黑暗、无敌谜语人风格的主角，可是，如果放在现实当中，出门一趟被揍三次并不奇怪。
很多人对于蝙蝠侠游戏当中的谜语人奖杯深恶痛绝，甚至喊出了“谜语人滚出哥谭”的口号，可要是你的亲人、爱人哪怕宠物是蝙蝠侠的话，就相当于天天都要做谜语人的支线，一天几百个，第二天还会刷新。
蝙蝠侠的人格构成就注定了，如果他出现在你身边，不到三天，你就会把他送去精神病院，这就足以见他的杀伤力了。
那么，蝙蝠侠的性格，加上猫的性格，会组合出什么呢？书房椅子上昏睡的一人一猫已经说明了答案，即使是席勒，也无法忍受这样的宠物。
之前提到过，席勒闲着没事干的时候，就把自己庄园的各个房间弄上一大堆谜题，然后仗着自己有闪现，来去自如，丝毫不管默克尔徒增的工作量。
Such a large manor is simply a natural cat paradise. If it were an ordinary cat, it would be enough to play for a long time just pushing bottles, breaking plates, scratching walls, scratching paintings, and scratching doors.
However, Bat Cat is a cat that has gotten rid of low-level interests. He has no interest in pushing plates off the table, but these puzzles left by Schiller just fit his preferences. So in addition to scratching the door, he also dismantled all the puzzles left by Schiller.
Schiller's puzzles are basically set for people. He has never considered that there will be cats to solve these things. Therefore, when Bat Cat can't do certain actions of humans, he will take some more violent ways of destruction.
The mess left behind is nothing, anyway, there is Merkel to clean up, but the destruction often brings a lot of noise. Except for the hour when Schiller was close to falling asleep just now, the rest of the time he was looking for sounds to catch the bat cat that made noise.
From this, it can be seen that Schiller has never kept a pet. When facing a noisy cat, the best way is not to catch it, because that will make it feel that you are playing with it, and then make more noise.
Schiller did not understand this truth, so he could only take some means outside the rules, that is, to get him into his own mind palace, and then fight with him.
Unsurprisingly, Schiller won, but people who have kept cats should know that winning once does not mean the end, but just means that a long battle has just begun.
After several days of such human-cat fights, Schiller finally couldn't stand it anymore. He went to the headquarters of the Green Lantern Corps, picked up Pikachu who was working in the Green Lantern Furnace, and then hoped that the chattering yellow-skinned electric mouse could defeat the bat cat.
Ten minutes later, Pikachu, who was being chased by the bat cat, yelled: "Schiller!! What on earth are you thinking? ! ! How could you!! Let a mouse!! Go after a cat?!!!"
Schiller flashed to the left to avoid the electric current released by Pikachu, and said: "Where is your 100,000 volts?! Shock him!"
"Are you sure? Don't you want your manor anymore?!" Pikachu used electric current to interfere with the bat cat chasing him while walking, and Schiller had to try to catch the bat cat while avoiding Pikachu's electric current.
Finally, Schiller was furious and shouted at Pikachu: "Use 100,000 volts!"
"Zi La!!!!"
Clark, who had just flown over Gotham City, saw that his target location, Professor Schiller's manor, suddenly erupted with a strong electric light, and the electric current scattered in all directions from the windows and doors, and the entire manor turned into a sphere made of lightning.
Clark stood above the manor in amazement. Just as he was about to rush down to save people, he saw Schiller coming out with a bunch of things.
He was holding the tail of the bat cat. The bat cat was a black cat, so it was not visible that it was blackened by electricity. The bat cat was biting Pikachu's tail in its mouth, and Merkel followed Pikachu.
"What happened? Professor, did you encounter ball lightning entering the room?" Clark flew down and asked with concern.
Schiller grabbed the black cat by the tail, picked him up with Pikachu, and held them in front of Clark, saying, "Which one of them looks like ball lightning?"
"...What is this? Is it a mouse? Why is he so yellow? And this black cat, why do I feel a little familiar? Oh my God... Bruce! How did you turn into a cat again? Am I still dreaming?!"
Clark rubbed his eyes, shook his head, and looked at the black cat in shock, because this black cat was exactly the same as the black cat Bruce turned into in his dream.
Schiller grabbed the string of things, looked at Clark and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, that's it, that... I just want to ask, what is going on, since that person entered my brain and stole my memory, everything that happened is a little... a little..."
"It's a bit incomprehensible, isn't it?" Schiller turned his head to look at his manor with black smoke coming out. He walked over, patted Clark on the shoulder, and the two walked along the path in the manor area together.
As they walked, Schiller said, "Not everything in this world can be understood. For example, even if I told you that my house blew up because of a cat-and-mouse fight, you would definitely not believe it."
"Is that so? That's understandable. My cats would mess up the straw pile when they were catching mice in the barn. There was even one time when it caught fire for some reason and the two cats almost didn't get out. If I hadn't been able to fly and was immune to fire, they would have been roasted."
"Wait, you mean, you have more than one cat at home? ... Do you think it How are they?" Schiller looked at Clark and asked
"Very good, I like these little guys, they are smart and capable, not only can they accompany my mother to do housework, but also can help my father catch mice, they can be said to be the best pets."
"I thought you would like pet dogs more."
"I also have a dog at home, a hound, my father will take them to the woods to catch hares, they are also capable little guys." Clark smiled, obviously thinking of many warm things, his smile is out of place in the city of Gotham, and the family stories he told are also things that people here have never heard of.
"So, you should have a lot of experience in taking care of pets?"
"Of course, I take care of the cat and dog beds in my house, and I am also responsible for their bathing. When you have some superpowers, it becomes very simple to deal with them, isn't it?" Clark shrugged. Facing Schiller, who has the same abilities as him, he always seems very relaxed, speaks directly from his heart, and doesn't beat around the bush.
"That's good. As you can see, my house is broken, so I have no place to keep pets. These two..." Schiller grabbed the black cat's tail, threw Pikachu and Batcat to Clark, and said, "They are given to you for foster care first. You can take them back to the farm in Kansas. They will help you catch mice."
"But I won't go back to the farm. The semester is not over yet. I still have to stay in Metropolis to study." Clark scratched his head and said, "Well, but I'm happy to help, but I'm afraid this mouse can't be taken. Its fur is too eye-catching. I'm afraid my classmates will find it."
"It's okay. When you return to Metropolis, give it to Lex and let him raise it."
While Schiller said, he took the phone from Merkel and started dialing. Hearing Lex's name, Clark widened his eyes and said, "Lex? Do you mean Lex Luthor? But I heard him say before that he was admitted to Gotham University. Now the semester at Gotham University should not be over yet. How can I be in Meet him in Metropolis?"
"The semester is not over yet, but he was injured before and went home to recuperate. Isn't his home in Metropolis?"
"What injury did he suffer?" Clark asked, "I told him before not to apply to Gotham University. It's quite dangerous here, but he didn't listen. Not only did he not listen to my advice, he also ran to my school to mock me. Really... Is he okay?"
"Hello?" Schiller stretched out a hand and motioned Clark to be quiet. He asked the other end of the phone: "Cobolt, it's me, is Lex okay?"
"Oh... Of course, of course, I understand you... What? No, you misunderstood me. I'm not accusing you of attacking Lex."
"I mean, if he's okay, can you let him be okay?"
A few hours later, in the dark dormitory building of Gotham University, Lex suddenly opened his eyes. He quickly turned over and got out of bed. A flash of knife light flashed in front of the bed. The sharp knife raised by Cobolt reflected the deep cold moonlight.
Lex did not show that panic again. He took a step closer to the bed, pulled up the sheet, and threw it directly at Cobert?
Seeing Cobert's vision blocked by the sheet for a moment, he turned and ran back. When he came to the shadow of the window sill, he paused for a moment, but suddenly realized that this was not a dream, but reality.
So, he directly climbed over the window sill. The height of the four-story building was like a cliff to him. Lex hesitated for only a moment and jumped down.
Just as he was about to touch the ground, a cloud of gray mist enveloped him and put him on the ground. Lex, panting, opened his eyes and looked at Schiller who appeared beside him. He said, "Professor... You saved me again, thank you..."
Schiller, who was standing beside him, held an umbrella in his left arm, a pen in his hand, and a medical record in his other hand, writing something.
When Lex got up from the ground, he was about to speak when he saw Schiller put away the medical record and pen, and then grabbed the umbrella with both hands. Seeing Schiller's expression, Lex took a step back and said, "Wait..."
"Bang!"
The last scene Lex saw was Schiller holding an umbrella and saying to him expressionlessly:
"You're welcome, I'll take three months of sick leave."
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