Chapter 1787: Summer in Fool Village (I)

Gotham finally reached the most difficult time of the year. Perhaps some people would be curious, is there any day in Gotham that is not difficult? But most of the things that happened in this fool village were absurd and bizarre, but what was even more absurd and bizarre was that it was not a disaster that defeated these tough guys who could struggle to survive in the sewers of the universe, but summer.

With the progress of Lex's project, Gotham's efficiency in expelling dark clouds became more and more stable. From two hours a day at the beginning, and two days off a week, it became at least three or four hours of sun a day, and it can be guaranteed to be open all year round.

Lex's personality is suitable for Gotham. He is also a metropolitan person who grew up in the sun. He really can't understand how people in a city can live in an environment without the sun all day.

So, after the dark cloud expulsion system became stable, Lex went full steam ahead and sunbathed here for 180 days to make the food delicious and fresh.

This is really killing the people of Gotham. Most of the ordinary people who have never left the city have hardly seen the sun since they were born. They basically only absorb ultraviolet rays in the evening for a few hours. The sunlight at that time is not strong at all. It is a bit exaggerated to say that it is bright.

Before summer comes, the sunshine from 12 o'clock to 4 o'clock every day only makes the people of Gotham feel that everything is brighter. But after entering the summer, the intensity of ultraviolet rays increases sharply. The people of Gotham, who have long been accustomed to the cool clouds and sea breeze every day, are sunburned on the spot.

The dark clouds that have been shrouding Gotham all year round have kept the temperature of this city stable for decades. It is not cold in winter and not hot in summer. It can be said that this city's only advantage is that it is not cold in winter and not hot in summer.

It can be said that as long as you can tolerate the poor air quality and the acid rain that falls every two days, Gotham is also a very livable city in terms of temperature conditions.

In the past, such stable climate conditions brought another problem, that is, air conditioning companies have no place to live here. In the coldest winter, the temperature is only below zero, and in the hottest summer, it will not exceed 30 degrees. It is completely feasible to rely on fireplaces for heating and fans for cooling.

This also led to the change of the most common disease in Gotham from gunshot wounds to heat stroke this summer.

In Schiller's office at Gotham University, he said to the other party with the phone: "...Of course, I am happy to do this, Chief Gordon, you just send the things to the school warehouse, yes, I will emphasize it to the students, okay, goodbye."

There was a knock on the door, Schiller turned his head, looked at Anna standing by the door and said: "What's wrong?"

"Did the police chief call you? Is there another homicide?"

Schiller shook his head, put the phone away, and then said: "There are too many people suffering from heat stroke recently, and there are not enough beds in the hospital. Gordon hopes to borrow the school's underground parking lot to place the patients, of course they will pay."

Anna frowned, she crossed her arms and said: "I can understand that he needs a cool place to place those patients with heat stroke, but there is really no place to park nearby "" "If the faculty and staff stopped the car in a distance, and the sun came over, there would be more people with heat stroke. We were air -conditioned ... "Anna's face turned bright instantly. She took a look at her blond hair and gently said," When he first took office, I knew that he would be a good director. " When the window was closed, he walked in front of Schiller and Anna like Xianbao. He looked at them with a smile and said, "Guess what I found?" "If it wasn't for the truth of the universe, it would not be worthy of your happy expression now." Schiller sat on his own station, paved the newspaper on the desktop, and began to browse the news. Victor stretched out his hand, and Anna screamed in fear. She waved at Schiller and said, "Look! Schiller, look what Victor found!"

Schiller sat up straight, looked in front of the seat, and then found that what was lying in Victor's hand was a small insect with almost transparent wings, a black-gray body, and two round eyes. It was a cicada.

Schiller raised his eyebrows and felt a little surprised, because just now, he recalled the few summers he spent in Gotham, and a strange feeling of missing something came to his mind. Now thinking back, perhaps it was the lack of cicada chirping.

American cicadas are called seventeen-year cicadas because they can live underground for up to seventeen years, but most of them can't stay that long. They will break out of the ground in three to five years, so the cicada chirping always erupts periodically, but Schiller has not heard it once in such a long time.

Anna yelled at the cicada lying in Victor's palm. She kept pointing at the tiny insect and said, "There are cicadas in Gotham?! And they won't attack people!"

"You have too much hope for entomology." Schiller picked up a pen to mark the useful news reports in the newspaper.

If you think about it carefully, there are indeed no insects in Gotham, and there are no wild animals in the suburbs.

This is not surprising. Humans with the name of ferocious upright apes are living in a hurry here. It is a bit unrealistic to ask wild animal populations to reproduce and thrive here.

But Gotham is not short of animals. Basically every month, a mutant rat larger than a human will crawl out of the sewer, causing five to six casualties. The city's air force led by sparrows with wingspans as big as eagles is still disciplined, but the group of seagulls on the coastline that are larger than the roof can be called a dock terrorist gang.

The people of Gotham, who often deal with these giant mutant monsters, have become accustomed to a monster popping out every few days.

After lunch that day, Schiller was on his way to the classroom when he saw Victor hurriedly walking through the corridor with an anxious expression on his face.

Schiller stopped Victor and asked, "What's wrong? Professor Freese, where are you going?"

"One of my students fainted." Victor paused briefly and said, "He suddenly fainted while doing an experiment in the cryogenic laboratory. I'm just about to go there now."

"Could it be..." Schiller was about to say whether he had a heat stroke like other people in Gotham, but then he remembered that the place where he fainted was Victor's cryogenic laboratory. Although not all rooms in the cryogenic laboratory were very cold, the laboratory set up underground had neither the scorching sun on the surface nor the low-temperature cold storages around it. How hot could it be?

Victor was very anxious, so Schiller didn't ask any more questions. After saying goodbye to Victor, Schiller walked into the classroom with the handouts.

He looked around and sighed. The reason was simple. The classroom that was originally full of people was now less than half full, and the students who came were like eggplants hit by frost.

Schiller has very strict requirements for attendance. Students who come to the basic psychology course know that this professor is not so easy to fool, so almost no one dares to be absent or sign on behalf of others. During the time when Schiller returned to Gotham University to teach, the student attendance rate remained above 98%, and those who did not come would submit a note of absence as required.

Schiller did not receive any notes of absence yesterday, but he was helpless in the face of this situation. He knew very well that the students who did not appear in the classroom must be lying dead in the dormitory.

There is only one reason for this situation-there is no air conditioning in the dormitory of Gotham University.

After the temperature rose sharply to 35 degrees this summer, sick leave notes filled the desks of every professor.

Whether someone will take advantage of the climate to pretend to be sick and take leave to do other things is a problem worthy of concern for other professors. Schiller does not have this worry, because in addition to checking attendance, he is also very strict about test scores. If you fail the test without coming to class, you will still be in trouble.

Therefore, Schiller was sure that the students who didn't come would definitely not be able to get up. In this case, he had no better solution, so he could only slow down the progress of the course. This new class that was originally scheduled to be taught was also changed to a question-and-answer class.

Schiller had arranged a question-and-answer class before, but the effect was not good. Students would rather send him an email after class than ask questions in person in class. This is a serious harm of excessive authority. Except for those students who are really obsessed with academics, most students who are in order to cope with exams dare not risk their lives to answer Schiller face to face even if they don't understand certain questions.

But this time, just after Schiller finished speaking, a figure walked down the side steps of the seat and came to the podium in a few minutes. Schiller turned around and found that it was Cobert.

Oswald Cobert was already a sophomore. After several years of treatment, his mother's condition had stabilized. But to be on the safe side, Cobert stayed at home for a year to observe. After confirming that his mother was fully capable of taking care of herself, he chose to enter the university he had dreamed of.

However, he chose finance as his major, which does require connections. But now Cobblepot is the most popular person under Falcone, and the people of the twelve families have to look at his face. In order to cooperate with Mayor Roy and his staff to improve the economic situation of the entire city and to whitewash the gangs, it is not difficult to understand that Cobblepot, who believes that he has a good talent in this area, chose to study for a bachelor's degree in finance.

Finance at Gotham University is a trump card major, because there are too many financial talents in this city who seek a position here for refuge, and there are only a few types of people who need refuge in the financial circle, either scammers or scammers who scam scammers.

This group of people has a common feature, that is, they have a strong professional level, strong business ability, and are more proficient in practice than professors at any other university.

As the saying goes, a good teacher produces good students. Graduates of Gotham University's finance major are well-known in a certain circle of wealthy people.