Chapter 632 Schiller's Leisurely Vacation (Part 2)

"Professor Rodriguez, why are you here?" Arthur turned his head to look at Schiller's figure and asked in surprise.

"I came out for a walk after dinner, and then I heard you say you were going to save someone. Who were you going to save? Why didn't you call the police?" Schiller asked.

But Arthur suddenly showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, and said: "It's probably useless to call the police, because the person I want to save is far away..."

"How far?"

"More than 4,500 kilometers away."

Schiller looked at Arthur in surprise, and asked: "The person you want to save is on the West Coast?"

That's right, the east-west width of the United States is almost more than 4,500 kilometers. If you calculate it in another direction, the data should not be exactly the width of the country.

"He is trapped on an island near California, and it seems that he was injured recently. I have to find a way to help him."

"But how do you know? Did he call you? If he called you, why didn't he call the police directly?"

Although Schiller knew that this must be the information Arthur got through communicating with the fish school, he had to let Arthur confess himself.

"I..." Arthur seemed to be at a loss for words. He looked back at the group of fish that were still waiting for him and said, "You may think I'm crazy, but I can hear fish talk. I've had this ability since I was a child."

"The fish told me that someone was trapped on an island near California. They brought me news about that person one after another. I was preparing to save him, but I didn't expect him to be injured today."

Before Schiller could say anything, Arthur waved his hand and said, "I know you may want to call the police to arrest me or send me to a mental hospital, but someone has already done this. The police He won't catch him because someone says he can hear the fish, unless they are crazy. "Schiller shook his head and said," You don't have to worry, I have been older than you, and you have seen a lot of strange people. Do you plan to go south, go to the Panama Canal, go north, take the Bailing Strait, and then go to the West Coast? Confused, such a long journey, he only watched in the movie, and is still the protagonist in this kind of movie. This kind of movie is generally randomly car. However, Arthur feels that he does not have such a good eloquence, and he is easy to be robbed by his own image. Schiller sighed and said, "If it's true as you said, the person you want to save is injured and can't hold on for long, it's a matter of life and death, I can help."

Arthur looked at Schiller, his eyes full of expectation. Schiller shook his head and said, "The fastest way to California is to take a plane, but obviously, there is no airport in Blüdhaven, and the nearest airport is Gotham Airport."

"If we set out to drive to Gotham now, it should be night when we arrive in Gotham. You should have heard a lot of legends about Gotham late at night. Do you really dare to go?"

Schiller actually guessed that the unlucky guy who was trapped on an island near California mentioned by Arthur is likely to be Green Arrow. In the entire DC, Oliver Queen is the only one who got the script of being trapped on a deserted island and becoming Robinson Crusoe.

"No, I have to go. Actually... Actually, I heard about this news a few weeks ago, but I thought he could do it himself..." Arthur sighed and said, "If I had known, I should have found a way to go earlier. I can't just watch him die there, right?"

"Every night, the fish school will bring me the latest news about him. He is a very strong and brave man who will never give up no matter what difficulties he encounters. I have heard his story of struggling to survive on the isolated island. I can't just watch him die..."

Schiller turned around and walked towards Arthur's home, and Arthur caught up with him.

Back in the house, before Arthur, who looked anxious, could speak, Schiller said, "Mr. Curry, we are back."

Old Curry, who was adding firewood to the fireplace, took a look and said, "Oh, it's getting late now, professor. The guest room prepared for you is upstairs. You can go up and rest at any time."

"Perhaps, I didn't tell you what I teach. I am a professor of psychology at Gotham University and also a psychologist."

"I saw Arthur standing outside looking at the sea, so I chatted with him. I found that he seemed to be eager for the outside world."

Old Curry was stunned for a moment, as if he understood what Schiller meant. He stood up and looked at Arthur. Arthur was no longer expressionless as before, but seemed a little moved. Old Curry sighed and said, "I told you a long time ago to go out and see, but you always said that you like the sea and don't want to leave, but you always have to go out and see the world."

Old Curry sighed, sat down on the sofa, and said, "Your mother died in a shipwreck. I was busy with my duties as a lighthouse keeper and neglected your teaching. You don't want to travel or go to school. You just want to stay here. Arthur, this is not good..."

Arthur's lips moved, and he said, "I don't know why, but I just have an attachment to the sea. I feel a little scared when I think about going to a place without the sea."

"That's just because you are unfamiliar with such places. Maybe you will feel different if you go and see it?" Schiller looked at Arthur and said, he paused, and then said, "It just so happens that I have an academic conference in California. In order to repay you for treating me to fish soup, I can take you to go around."

Hearing about the academic conference, Old Curry's eyes lit up. He has lived in this city all his life, and the word academic has never been his.

Or, everyone in this city has nothing to do with this word. This is just an inconspicuous small town on the East Coast. Most people follow in their father's footsteps. Even few people go to famous schools, let alone anyone who can enter the academic world.

"You can consider your favorite major. If you are really talented in this area, I can ask someone to write you a letter of recommendation. Maybe you can go to Metropolitan University or other East Coast universities." When Schiller finished speaking, old Curry's eyes began to shine.

This simple and gentle lighthouse keeper has a simple mind. He hopes that his children can go to a good school, have a good job, and live a happy life, instead of being trapped in this city for a lifetime, guarding fishing boats, and doing the hard and dangerous work of fishermen.

Schiller did not treat Arthur with special favor, but just took into account Arthur's future identity. In the future, he will be the master of the seven seas, the master of Atlantis, and the leader of all marine creatures.

If he can be closer to the life of normal people in the human world, he will become like Clark, very close to humans, which is good for both parties.

And it is good to go to college with Clark, who is close to humans. The two of them should be able to talk to each other. At least they will not quarrel every day when they are together like Clark and Bruce.

Arthur seemed a little flattered. He didn't expect that he would be praised by a university professor. When he was in high school, if he could get a recommendation letter from a famous university professor, all the teachers in high school would call him a genius.

"Of course, you can do this, Arthur, hurry up... thank this professor!"

Before Arthur could speak, Schiller looked down at his watch and said, "I'm afraid we have to leave now. This is an impromptu meeting. In order to discuss a major research result that has just been discovered, I have to drive to Gotham Airport and catch a plane. If you want to come, go pack your luggage."

Before Arthur could express his opinion, Old Curry immediately drove him upstairs and said, "Of course you have to go. I don't know what the climate in California is like. Will it be hotter than here? Then those T-shirts I bought for you. shirts come in handy, and bring antiperspirant..."

Soon, Arthur packed his luggage. He didn't bring too many things, only some clothes to change and some daily necessities. Schiller and him walked to where he had parked before. After they got in the car, Arthur asked, "Can I still buy a plane ticket now?"

Schiller looked down at his watch. It was past 9 o'clock in the evening. If it were in the 21st century, booking a ticket at night would not be a hassle, but it was different now. It was 1989, and airlines still used on-site ticket purchases or phone bookings.

In other words, if you want to book the nearest flight now, you either go to the counter or call, but after 9:00 p.m., both the counter and the telephone customer service are closed, so it is difficult to get a ticket without using some privileges that belong to the rich.

"It doesn't matter," Schiller replied, "I just know a pilot friend who is on call all day."

"Pilot? But where can we find a plane?" Arthur asked again.

Half an hour later, in the square of Wayne Manor, Arthur looked at the bat fighter that could hardly be called an airplane, and opened his mouth in shock.

"This is an obsolete model, otherwise I wouldn't lend it to you." Batman, who had just changed his clothes and was about to go out to seek justice, looked at Schiller and said, "Because you found an unreliable pilot."

After that, he turned his head to Hal who was standing next to him. Hal was still drowsy. He was dragged out of bed by Schiller and was still on the verge of half asleep.

Schiller poked him hard with an umbrella and said, "Wake up, you have to fly a plane."

Hal woke up with a start, sighed and said, "What do you think? Suddenly you have to cross the entire United States and fly to California in the middle of the night?"

"Of course it's because I still have a long time for my annual leave, and I plan to go to another place to see the scenery."

Schiller was telling the truth. Originally, he only had 18 days of annual leave, and more than half of it was taken up, so his travel could only be arranged in nearby cities. But now, he had almost a month of annual leave, so why not go somewhere far away? He had never traveled in the United States.

Finally, the black bat fighter slowly took off, and then "whoosh", like a shooting star, disappeared into the night.

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