Chapter 768: Schiller the Match Seller (Part 1)

Half an hour later, Schiller brought the Mirror Master, who was soaked like a drowned chicken, to the office of Gotham University. At this time, Victor was packing up and preparing to get off work.

Seeing Schiller suddenly bring a stranger over, he curiously approached and asked: "What's wrong? Who is he? Why did you bring him to school?"

Schiller slapped the Mirror Master hard, making him stagger on the spot. Schiller looked at him and asked: "By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet. What's your name?"

"My name is Sam, Sam Scudder." The Mirror Master replied with his neck shrunk.

Now, he was under the eaves and had to bow his head. The black curse surrounding him had not been solved yet. He could clearly feel the loss of vitality. If Schiller could not help him solve the curse, he would be dead, so he could only follow Schiller to Gotham University.

Schiller used psychological tactics to make the Mirror Master panic, and then covered all reflective objects before he was caught off guard, leaving only one flaw, the reflective umbrella knife.

However, the umbrella knife and the umbrella handle are actually one, and the one living in the umbrella handle is Constantine's brother, the cursed soul who was strangled to death by him in his mother's belly and turned into a wronged soul.

The cursed soul cannot attack actively, he must possess a person or an object, and in the process of possession, there must be a certain period of contact, and it cannot float over in the air, so Schiller must lure the Mirror Master to possess the umbrella himself.

In panic, the Mirror Master chose the only escape route without thinking, and naturally stepped into the trap and was entangled by the cursed soul.

Schiller once tested the effect of the cursed soul on Marvel's Black Panther, and the result made him very satisfied. Even the Panther God was helpless against this unknown curse.

After all, if this cursed soul is really Constantine's twin brother, then he should have extraordinary magical talents like Constantine, and it is not surprising that he will have more powerful power after it changes its life form.

Anyway, the Mirror Master was in trouble. Schiller grabbed his collar and dragged him to Gotham University. Hearing him introduce himself, Schiller nodded and said to Victor: "I have run out of application forms here. Do you have any more? Give me another one."

"Yes, but what do you want to use it for? You don't want him to enroll, do you?" Victor looked up and down at the Mirror Master and said, "He doesn't look like a native of Gotham."

"Our school is inclusive and can recruit students across states." Schiller replied.

"Well... but he doesn't look like a student."

"It's a clothing problem." Schiller answered again. He dragged the Mirror Master to the lounge next to the office, threw him in, and threw him a set of clothes, asking him to change into them himself. Anyway, he didn't dare to run because he was cursed.

Mirror Master changed his clothes dejectedly. The sweater and sweatpants made him look ten years younger. Schiller dragged him into the office again, pointed at him, and said to Victor: "Look, doesn't this look like a student?"

"But... but does he really need to learn technology?" Victor looked Mirror Master up and down, and saw that Mirror Master had a very clean and tidy stubble, no calluses, and well-maintained hands. He continued: "He doesn't look like he needs to learn technology to support himself."

Mirror Master nodded vigorously, his neck was almost broken. Schiller looked at him, showed a fake smile and said: "It's not whether you need to learn technology, but whether I think you need to learn technology."

Mirror Master looked at him and said: "But... but I graduated from college, I am an excellent graduate, I..."

I found that Schiller's eyes were getting more and more unfriendly, and Mirror Master's voice was getting louder and louder. The younger he was, the smaller he was. He said, "Okay, it's okay to get another degree."

Victor brought an application form and looked at Schiller writing on it. He asked, "Which major do you plan to assign it to? Or auto repair?"

"No, I plan to open a separate major so that his expertise can be fully utilized." Schiller wrote the application form without raising his head. He said, "It will be called the Mirror and Teleportation Major. It will first be under the name of the Technical Vocational College. If there are any research results, it will be merged into the main college."

"Mirror and Teleportation?" Victor frowned and read the difficult professional term again. He looked at the Mirror Master and asked, "Can you teleport?"

The Mirror Master nodded absent-mindedly, turned his head slightly, and looked at the ceramic water cup next to Victor. The surface of the white water cup was very smooth and shiny. With a "whoosh", the Mirror Master got in and waved to Victor on the surface of the water cup.

Victor's eyes widened, he picked up the water cup, looked it up and down, and felt very confused. After a while, the mirror master walked out of the cup, and Victor immediately said: "Come here and tell me, how did you do it? What kind of technology is this?"

"Before making the mirror, I added a special chemical substance to the solution that was making the mirror. After the mirror gained special abilities, I conducted other research, and this gun..."

The Mirror Master certainly would not miss the opportunity to show off his skills. After talking for a while, he looked up at Victor and said, "Are you also a professor at this university? What major do you teach?"

"I am a low-temperature physicist. Now I mainly teach physics. Of course, my research scope is relatively broad, including chemistry, mechanical engineering, and some natural sciences."

"Cryogenics?" Mirror Master Mosuo said with his pistol, "I also know a guy. He seems to have mastered some kind of cryogenic technology, but I don't quite understand it."

"Oh?" Victor raised his eyebrows and became interested. He said, "Nowadays, there are not many people studying low-temperature physics. If he is famous in the industry, I should have heard of it. By the way, which city are you from?"

"Central City, the weather there is much better than here." Mirror Master complained. Now he also knew that he lost to Schiller, and it was not unfair. This was a trap for him, but it was also his bad luck to catch up with the typhoon.

"Central City?" Victor touched his chin and said, "I haven't heard of a famous cryogenic laboratory there."

While the two were chatting, Schiller took the registration form and came to the Mirror Master, shook it, handed it to him and said, "Now, take this form to the Academic Affairs Office to register, and then stay in school to study honestly. You can't leave before graduation, otherwise..."

Schiller raised the umbrella again. The Mirror Master took two steps back, swallowed his saliva and said, "Don't worry, I have a double degree in undergraduate studies, both are full scholarships, and I am an outstanding graduate. I have sufficient internship experience and am good at the ratio of various chemical preparations. I..."

"Okay, if your academic performance is good, we will also give you a full scholarship. After all, we can't even find someone who can give a scholarship now." Schiller said self-deprecatingly.

After the Mirror Master left, Victor leaned against Schiller's desk and said with a smile: "Do you remember the topic we discussed at the beginning? We are all travelers in the snowy night, lighting a campfire in the vast snowfield..."

Schiller said while reading the paper: "Of course I remember, everyone who comes here will add firewood, so the campfire will never go out."

"What you are doing now is more like standing by the campfire, holding a box of matches and forcing people to buy and sell." Victor smiled and said: "Others are obviously not cold and don't need matches at all, but you still have to sell them."

Schiller paused for a moment, then said: "How do you know he is not cold?"

Victor was choked, and he said: "He is not from Gotham, he finished college well and has a stable job."

"If he finished college well and had a stable job, why would he run into Wayne Building to steal things?" Schiller asked back.

Victor was speechless, and Schiller continued: "What basis do you have to say that he doesn't need matches? Are you a psychologist, or am I a psychologist?"

"Also, what is forced buying and selling? I have assumed part of the criminal reform obligations for the society for free. I should open a bill to the city government of Central City and let them pay for Sam's tuition."

Victor shook his head. Anna sat in her seat and said without raising her head: "I really don't understand why you have to argue with a psychologist. This is his profession."

"Yes, just like counting the three of us who can talk in this office, and after subtracting you, there are only two people left. This is your professional scope." Schiller hit back.

Victor didn't speak. He put on his coat and picked up the key and said: "Are you still living in the dormitory today? If you are, I will leave the key to you."

Schiller didn't raise his head and said: "Yes, I won't go back today. I have to get up tomorrow morning to watch the students of the technical college."

Looking at Schiller's focused expression, Victor shook his head and turned away.

The mirror master, who had left Schiller's sight, found a public telephone booth nearby and dialed the number. He said, "This is what happened..."

He briefly explained his current situation. The voice on the other side was very low, but he did not blame him. Instead, he said, "I will send someone to Gotham University to investigate and pick you up. After you solve the curse problem, return to a safe place immediately."

The mirror master looked around and said in a low voice, "That professor is not easy to deal with. Are you sure the person you sent can..."

"Don't worry, he is an old acquaintance of yours. He will go there tonight. As long as you don't make too much noise, no one can stop you."

After hanging up the phone, the mirror master breathed a sigh of relief. His previous attitude was just a delaying tactic. He didn't believe that he would be trapped in a university, and he was not interested in studying in a vocational and technical school.

After nightfall, the wind and rain stopped for a while. Victor was reading in his dormitory, mainly some neurological materials. He was working on his own doctoral exam in neuroscience.

His wife's health condition no longer had any major problems, the only unresolved issue was her neurodegenerative disease.

The difficulty of this disease is that once thawed, it will continue to deteriorate. Therefore, even though his wife's physical condition has now returned to the level of a normal person, or even healthier than a normal person, Victor still did not choose to thaw her.

Unless there is a 100% success rate, he is not willing to gamble. Although Schiller brought a lot of information, in order to solve Victor's wife's neurodegenerative disease, an expert consultation is necessary.

Any doctor, no matter how advanced his skills are, cannot guarantee that he can make an accurate diagnosis without seeing the patient. Even Strange, the medical master, must see the patient first and do a complete examination before he can perform surgery.

When the two parties cannot meet, conservative treatment is adopted. Although the progress is slow, it is safer.

With the efforts of the two worlds, the development of freezing technology has reached its peak. The body functions of frozen people will not have any problems. As long as the neurodegenerative diseases and genetic problems can be slowly solved, there is a possibility of complete recovery.

Victor, who was thinking about these problems, glanced out the window in the interval between reading, and then found a sneaky figure under the teacher's dormitory building.

Victor narrowed his eyes, looked out the window, put on his coat, picked up the freezing gun on the table, and walked out the door.

In the corridor, he looked at Schiller's room. Schiller didn't even take off his coat. You were sleeping soundly on the bed, and there was a trace of fatigue between your eyebrows.

Victor knew that although the students were busy, the teachers who kept an eye on them would only be busier.

And Schiller, in addition to keeping an eye on the technical college, had to take undergraduate courses, catch graduates' papers, and help Bruce solve a lot of troubles so that he could study with peace of mind.

Victor thought, Schiller the matchmaker? This is really not a fairy tale worth telling, because it is filled with too much helplessness in reality.

This is more suitable to be the new dark nursery rhyme of this city. If you are unwilling to get close to the campfire on a snowy night, or are unable to pick up a torch on a cold night and find a new way out for yourself.

Then, maybe you will see a professor holding a match at the end of a dark alley, lighting a cigar on your way home, and before the smoke dissipates, he will hand you a match.

As for the cigar, you have to find it yourself.

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