Chapter 953 Schiller's Bad Luck (Part 1)

Schiller stood at the door for two minutes, then he turned back, rubbed his eyes, and turned back. Seeing that there were still broccoli everywhere outside, he took a deep breath and said in his heart:

"Gray Fog! Gray Fog! Did you steal wine again? Didn't I say that I can't drink too much crazy wine, otherwise I will have hallucinations!"

"That... from the information from your optic nerve, the things you just saw are probably not hallucinations." Gray Fog said hesitantly.

Schiller swallowed his saliva first, took a step back slightly, and said to Gray Fog in his heart: "You mean, these broccoli appeared in the real world... Are you sure???!!"

"Yes, I'm sure that the way symbionts and humans perceive the world is different. We don't observe the world through a specific organ."

"However, according to the information just sent back by the symbiont factor, there are currently more than 1,400 broccoli in front of you, and the smallest individual among them is about 14 times larger than the vegetable broccoli eaten by humans..."

Schiller took another step back.

He opened the umbrella with a "bang", then covered his forehead with his hand, lowered his head and muttered to himself: "Oh my God, what's going on? Is the world going to be destroyed? Is Gotham going to be destroyed?!!!"

Just then, Pamela and Catwoman, who had just changed their clothes, walked down the stairs of the laboratory building. Seeing Schiller still waiting at the door, Catwoman walked up to him with some confusion and said: "Professor Schiller, why are you still here? Oh, I know, the car is broken, it's okay, I can find you another one, I believe the owner of the car won't mind..."

Seeing them coming down, Schiller felt like he saw a life-saving straw. He stepped aside to leave room for Catwoman, then pointed to the door with a slightly trembling fingertips and said: "Help me quickly, am I hallucinating? The green and unknown groups outside are What is the object? ! "

"Green unidentified object?" Catwoman frowned and looked towards the door, then said in surprise: "Oh my God, why are there so many broccoli outside? It seems that the original vines have all turned into broccoli?"

She stood at the door and observed carefully for a while, then said: "But it seems that this is a good thing. The volume of broccoli is much larger than the vines. Originally, these vines could only entangle the feet of those crazy people, but now they should be stuck and unable to move."

Schiller stood there in a daze. At this time, he returned to the top floor of the thinking tower, and then said frantically: "Quick, quick, quick! ! Come on! ! ! Come on, someone to take over! ! ! My allergies are going to act up. If you don't float up, I'm going to faint! ! ! "

"Superego? Superego?" Are you there? Schiller raised his head and shouted to the air: "Hurry up! Find a substitute! I can't work for even a minute on this shift!!!"

"No substitute." The cold and ruthless voice of the superego came: "The only stable personalities that can float up to the surface consciousness are you and another guy. If you want to find a substitute, go find him."

"Ding Dong", the elevator door opened, and Marvel Schiller walked out of the elevator. He rubbed his hands and looked at DC Schiller, and then said: "You are allergic, right? Hey, man, this state is not suitable for work. I will go up to replace you now. Don't worry, I will never cause any trouble..."

DC Schiller stood there and hesitated for less than a second, then walked towards the elevator with a resolute attitude.

Standing in the middle of the elevator, before the elevator door closed, he pointed at Marvel Schiller with an umbrella and said, "I would rather endure the side effects of broccoli allergy than endure the day and night accounting work you found for me!"

Accompanied by a faint sound of electricity, the elevator door closed. After DC Schiller left, Marvel Schiller shrugged and said, "Don't blame me for this."

After DC Schiller returned again, he turned into gray mist and came to the roof of the laboratory building. This building was not too high, but it could barely see the situation in the entire Gotham University.

Just as he saw when he stood at the door, broccoli flooded the entire city, but just as Catwoman said, to some extent, this was a good thing, because the overly dense broccoli trapped those irrational lunatics.

Of course, some people who have not been infected were buried in the broccoli, but because they still have reason, they can struggle and call for help, and they will be rescued soon.

The sharp claws of those who have been infected can cut through human skin, but they are not good enough for the stems of plants.

They can cut through the epidermis of the broccoli stems, but they can't cut the whole broccoli like an axe, so they can only swing their limbs and be helplessly caught in one huge broccoli after another.

The broccoli that invaded Gotham was not the kind that was usually placed on the dining table. First of all, they were much larger than ordinary broccoli. According to Schiller's visual observation, the largest broccoli was about tens of meters high, and the smallest was at least half a meter.

Moreover, each broccoli grew very complete, and the dark spherical structure in the upper part was very full, so that each one looked like a mushroom cloud, and there was a strange beauty between the size and height.

On the Gotham skyline, one after another of the dark green broccoli, interspersed between the steel jungle, is like a food that is often eaten by people, finally awakening the unyielding will and collectively taking revenge on humans.

However, the actual effect achieved is not revenge on humans, because in fact, broccoli does not contain common allergens in nature.

At the same time, it does not have the unique fragrance of coriander or celery. Most people do not like broccoli because they do not like its taste and texture, but do not reach the level of physiological allergy.

Many people know that physiological allergies can have many very serious symptoms, including itchy skin, difficulty breathing and even shock, and severe allergic reactions may lead to death.

However, Schiller is not physically allergic to broccoli, so he will not have the above-mentioned serious reaction, and even if it does, Gray Fog can forcibly reverse this reaction. His allergy to broccoli is psychological, which is just a little serious.

"Gray Fog, take me back to the manor, I need to pack my luggage, I can't stay in Gotham anymore, I want to go to Metropolis...ah, no, no, the entire East Coast...forget it, I want to go to Los Angeles...maybe, the entire United States..." Schiller said breathlessly.

At this point, Schiller was suddenly stunned, he said to himself: "If Gotham, as a coastal city, is invaded by broccoli, then wouldn't there be a lot of broccoli seeds, flowing into the Pacific Ocean along Gotham's drainage system??!!!"

"Oh my God, I'm afraid the entire earth can't stay!"

"Gray Fog, take me back to the manor, I want to ask Merkel if the Soviet Union has any plans to land on the moon recently..."

Schiller turned into a ball of mist, staggering back to Rodriguez Manor, Schiller, who was a little unconscious, landed directly in front of the manor's gate and walked towards the manor's building.

The good news is that the manor was not invaded, the living room and the stairs were all normal, and Schiller didn't even notice that his housekeeper Merkel was missing. He almost ran up the stairs in a panic and started packing his luggage.

He put his usual clothes into the suitcase, cursing, "Don't let me know who did it..."

After that, he continued to pack his luggage, and speculated in a daze, "The only one who has the ability to turn all plants into broccoli is probably the Green of All Things, but we just made a deal, and the terms of the deal are beneficial to both parties, so he doesn't have to do this..."

"Besides, he doesn't know that I'm allergic to broccoli, and those who know this..." Schiller thought of the three people he saw in the memory space in his room. He folded his clothes and stuffed them into the box, snorted coldly, and said, "It's really the three of them. ..."

"Apart from the magician dressed like Zatanna, there are only Batman and Constantine left."

"Batman? Didn't I just block his graduation thesis for several months? Didn't I just throw it into a chemical dye barrel? Is he so petty?"

"Constantine? This damn bastard! Didn't I just hit him a few times with an umbrella? Didn't I just use the cursed soul to throw a black pot on him? Doesn't he know that people should be more tolerant?"

"Despicable, dirty, taking advantage of others..."

Just as Schiller turned back to the closet and sorted out his suit, he suddenly remembered, where is his butler?

Schiller was very confident in Merkel's ability, but the problem was that there were too many weird situations recently, so he stopped what he was doing, put his clothes aside, and looked out the door.

There was no Merkel in the corridor, which was actually very strange. As a butler, he should have greeted Schiller when he entered the room. Even if he was busy at the time, he would definitely show up in a few minutes to ask about his employer's needs. However, it had been more than ten minutes since Schiller entered the room and started packing his luggage, and Merkel had not shown up at all.

Schiller turned his head and looked at the wardrobe and suitcases that were a little messy due to his angry actions. He sighed and decided to find a professional to do this.

Schiller went out, walked through the corridor, went down the stairs, and came to the living room. Then, through the French windows of the living room, he saw his butler Merkel holding a huge axe and chopping trees.

It was not quite accurate to say that he was chopping trees. What he was chopping was the huge broccoli that had been transformed from the original oak tree in the center of the garden.

Before Schiller returned to the manor, Merkel, who was tidying up the garden, witnessed the whole process of how these plants turned into broccoli, and he knew even more clearly how much Schiller hated broccoli.

When he discovered this abnormality, he almost hurriedly picked up all the tools that could be used to repair plants and began to remove the broccoli in the garden to prevent his employer from going crazy due to a severe allergic reaction after returning to the manor.

Not many other flowers and plants were alive, and most of them were crushed into dust due to the collapse of the awning. The most resilient one was the oak tree in the middle of the yard, so the broccoli it turned into was also the largest.

Merkel saw that if Schiller returned with such a large broccoli, he would definitely go crazy, so of course he would find a way to cut down this huge broccoli.

Schiller, who was watching Merkel chopping trees, had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

He was now unconscious, so he did not realize that, after all, broccoli was also a herb, and the axe used to chop woody trees was a bit like using a butcher knife to kill a chicken when dealing with the stems of broccoli.

Merkel had undergone professional training and was much stronger than ordinary people. He was very anxious and wanted to eradicate the evidence before Schiller came back. So, after a few axe cuts, a huge gap appeared on the stem of the huge broccoli.

Coincidentally, the position where Merkel stood was just half blocked by the trunk of the broccoli. Schiller could not see the wound he cut on the trunk of the broccoli at all.

Schiller stood by the French window and wanted to call Merkel back, but suddenly found that there was a shadow above his head.

The tall broccoli, like an oak tree, was slowly falling in his direction.

At the critical moment, Schiller's flash saved his life. With a loud bang, the huge broccoli smashed the French window glass of the reception room and a small part of the building on the west side of the manor.

What's more terrifying is that the broccoli that smashed into the reception room was the closest to Schiller's branch, less than ten centimeters away from his nose. One man, one flower, and four eyes met.

So, about five minutes later, Batman saw Schiller, who he had never seen before, weak and pale, in the hall of Rodriguez Manor.

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