Chapter 1443 Research on Manipulation (IX)

The next morning, Elliot woke up from his old wooden bed with pain all over his body. In this era, no one advocated hard mattresses. Most of the big beds in luxury manors were soft and comfortable. People could sink directly into them when lying on them, and the feeling of being wrapped made people feel safe.

Elliot had been growing up in such a comfortable and luxurious environment, and he did not expect that one day he would be reduced to sleeping on a bare bed, so when he got up the next day, he felt that his whole body was about to fall apart.

But the more serious problem than being poked by the mattress was that he had no money to eat now. Elliot could not have the same moral level as Bruce. He could directly break into the house to kill and rob, but judging from the level of martial arts in Gotham, breaking into the house without hot weapons to rob was purely courting death.

Elliot decided to get a gun. He was very disgusted with doing this because he felt that this was not the life that Batman should have, but he had no choice. He could not wear the bat suit and could not use the bat equipment. Isn't a gun the best choice?

But at this moment, the only phone in the house rang. After Elliot picked up the phone, he heard a slightly familiar female voice.

"Hello, Bruce, I'm calling your house. Your housekeeper gave me this number. Are you free?"

"Pamela?" Elliot asked with a frown.

"Yes, it's me. I called you to tell you that I need your help. We should have some new progress in the crop cultivation project we agreed on before."

Just as Elliot was about to say impatiently that he didn't have time, he heard Pamela say on the other end: "The funds given by Victor have arrived. I bought some new high-quality seeds, but there are still more than half left. I think we can study how to distribute them better. There are also many new equipment that need to be purchased."

Elliot raised his eyebrows and said in a different tone: "Okay, wait for me for a while, I'll be there soon."

After going downstairs, Elliot directly pried a car and drove to Gotham University. This skill was practiced on the road of escape, but he was still not very proficient, so it took a little more time.

When he came to the lab, Pamela frowned and said in a very dissatisfied tone: "Your 'a while' means more than an hour?"

"There's a traffic jam." Elliot looked at the equipment in the botany lab. Pamela followed his gaze and stood in the middle of the room with her arms folded. She said jokingly: "Why, are you so interested in the equipment you invested in?"

Pamela walked to the side of the lab table, slid her hand along the table and said: "The new lab you built is indeed much better than the old one, but it's a pity that I'm the only one who can do research here now. My original botany professor has been imprisoned in Arkham Asylum, where he will continue his research on plant toxins."

"I'm not very interested in his direction. I still prefer living plants...Okay, no more nonsense, I'll go get the results of the last round of research, you can see if there are any deficiencies, we can adjust in the next research."

After that, Pamela walked out the door. Elliot wanted to call her, but Pamela walked very fast, and Elliot didn't stop her.

After a while, Pamela brought back a cylindrical glass chamber, which contained a light green liquid and a round cabbage floating in it.

Pamela put the glass chamber on the table, took out a large pile of information from the drawer next to it and began to read. Elliot no longer showed his impatient attitude, but listened quietly, pretending to be very focused.

But in fact, Elliot didn't want to solve Pamela's problem at all. He just wanted to gain Pamela's trust. Elliot needed a useful tool to help him solve the various difficulties he was facing now. A nerdy female college student was a good choice.

Originally, Elliot's appearance was not outstanding, but he could still attract the attention of many opposite sexes with his wealthy family background. The wealth of the Elliot family was enough to attract many women who were much better than Pamela.

In Elliot's view, now that he had the blessing of Bruce Wayne's face, wouldn't he be fascinated by these college girls?

Elliot does have a say in this regard. After all, he is also a rich kid and has seen all kinds of women in the social world.

Pamela's clothes are not luxurious, but her gestures are full of upper-class habits. She is the kind of woman who was born in the middle class, carefully educated and taught to marry into a wealthy family.

Discussing funding? Elliot sneered in his heart. Who would discuss the little funding for university projects with Bruce Wayne?

It's nothing more than finding a reason to involve the topic with money, so as to show that he came from a poor family, and it would be better to show that he loves learning, proving that he asked Bruce Wayne to come to an empty laboratory alone for scientific research.

Manipulating these innocent female college students, getting beauty and physical pleasure from them, and then ruthlessly abandoning them is almost a must-do for these real wealthy playboys, and Elliot is also proficient in this.

So, while listening to the information, he quietly moved closer to Pamela, leaning on the experimental table, with their hands almost touching. Pamela read the data for more than ten minutes, which Elliot did not understand at all, and Elliot kept a very focused expression.

After Pamela's voice fell, Elliot was silent for more than ten seconds, and then he said as if he had just woken up: "Sorry, I was a little too fascinated by what I heard."

After that, he gently touched his eyebrows with his hand and said: "I was busy listening to your voice and didn't remember the main content. Can you summarize it for me?"

Pamela spread her hands helplessly, and she raised her voice and said: "In short, I replaced all the control conditions that could be replaced, but these plants still went crazy. Do you know what's going on?"

"Crazy?" Elliot then turned his attention to what Pamela said. He leaned forward and got close to the glass chamber on the table, but the cabbage there looked like an ordinary vegetable, at most it was just a little stronger than other vegetables.

Elliot shook his head. Although there had been precedents of plants going crazy in Gotham before, this cabbage seemed normal at the moment, and Pamela's words sounded like a lie deliberately made up to attract attention.

"How did it go crazy?" Elliot patiently continued on this topic. He knew that he couldn't show too much aggression at the beginning, but should try to give the other party a sense of security as much as possible, so that the other party would not escape the trap because of panic.

Pamela tilted her head, looked at Elliot and said, "Do you want to see it? But I have to remind you that they are very crazy... Forget it, you are not those undergraduates who are powerless, so it should be no problem to deal with one."

After that, Pamela took out the equipment to drain the liquid in the glass chamber and opened the lid of the glass chamber.

The cabbage lay quietly in the center of the base, and Elliot leaned over with some curiosity.

Then there was a "bang" sound, a green shadow flashed by, and a long cabbage leaf hit Elliot's nose directly, knocking him to the opposite laboratory table with one punch.

Elliot was dizzy and hadn't seen what was going on. Another sound of breaking through the air was heard, and a huge round black shadow hit his forehead directly. The back of Elliot's head hit the surface of the laboratory table, and then slid down along the edge of the laboratory table.

Pamela dodged to the edge of the room and shouted at Elliot: "What are you doing?! Hit it!"

Elliot staggered to get up from the ground and found that a cabbage was supporting its body with the two outermost leaves, and the two leaves in front were curled up and clenched into fists. The legs exerted force and jumped forward, hitting Elliot's chest headfirst.

Well-developed cabbages have more leaves and are naturally heavier. This collision is almost equivalent to a basketball thrown at full speed. Elliot was hit to the ground again without any defense.

The cabbage was completely unsatisfied. It jumped off Elliot's chest and punched Elliot's ear on the side. Suddenly, Elliot heard a "buzz" in his right ear and then lost part of his hearing.

When he struggled to get up from the ground, the cabbage seemed to think he was too weak and lost interest. It ran to the other door of the laboratory at a very high speed, while Pamela just hid behind the curtain and screamed.

"Stop screaming!" Elliot's voice became very distorted. He stood up, holding his nose, and his anger rushed to his head. He was actually hit by a cabbage? ? !

So, what is more terrible than a cabbage that hits people?

The answer is two tons of cabbage that hits people.

The jumping cabbage broke through another door. In an instant, countless cabbages waving their fists poured out, and the expression on Elliot's face changed from anger to horror.

Gotham University is holding a physics lecture today. The main lecturer is Victor. There are many people sitting in the lecture hall. Victor, wearing glasses, is showing them the structural model of dense ice.

"It is by interfering with the structure of molecular arrangement and combination when water condenses that we can get such a magical new material. Although it is ice, its material strength is far beyond..."

When he said this, Victor dragged out a long tone and slowly widened his eyes. His eyes were staring straight at the window opposite the podium. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, as if he couldn't believe what he just saw.

The sound of wood cracking came from the door on the side of the podium, and Victor immediately jumped out from the podium.

"Bang!", the door was knocked open, and Elliot staggered in. Victor was about to raise his gun to shoot, and with a "bang", more than two tons of cabbage flooded the entire lecture hall.

The freezing gun in Victor's hand was directly knocked away by a cabbage that jumped in front of him, and then another punch knocked his glasses away. He screamed in pain and was punched in the face.

Within a few seconds, the classroom turned into a boxing ring, all the teachers and students were sandbags, and more than two tons of cabbage were the boxers.

Pamela, who was following Cabbage, was sneaking through the window and looking inside, watching this crazy boxing match. After a while, she made a cross on her chest and whispered:

"I'm really sorry, but rather than let myself suffer, I'd rather help Professor Schiller and make others suffer. Amen."