Chapter 1788: Summer in Fool Village (Part 2)

Schiller turned to look at Cobblepot. He was completely different from the timid umbrella boy when he first met him. Cobblepot was not tall and his body was not strong. Judging from his bone structure, he was not the kind of person who could grow very tall, but he was much better than the skinny boy before.

He wore a suit often worn by gang leaders, his hair was neatly combed behind his head, and his leather shoes were shiny enough to reflect the pattern of the ceiling, but he still rubbed his hands nervously, smiled and looked at Schiller and asked: "Professor, do you have time recently?"

"Any questions?" Schiller put down the handout in his hand, looked at Cobblepot and said: "If you have any questions, ask now. The professor's office is not equipped with a computer for the time being, and I probably won't go to the multimedia classroom to check emails for a long time. The weather is too hot now."

"Yes, the weather is a bit too hot." Cobblepot sighed and said: "But I asked Mayor Roy, he said this is for the development of tourism. Gotham's beach and sea conditions are actually better than those in Metropolis. What is lacking is only sunshine."

"The group of tourists who came from afar seemed to like it very much in Sunbathing on the beach, Lex didn't start the equipment for two consecutive days, and many people returned home disappointed, so the machine was almost always turned on after that. "

"Gotham people always have to adapt." Schiller shook his head gently and said: "The current temperature is still within the normal range. The frequent occurrence of heat stroke is because Gotham people are not prepared. They still work under the sun according to the original pace of life without any sun protection measures. In addition, there is no air conditioning, so of course they will get heatstroke."

"But it will be much better after this summer." Schiller turned his head back to organize the lecture notes and said: "Gordon organized a lot of people to rescue in advance, so it shouldn't be a big deal."

Cobolt nodded, he licked his lips lightly, seemed a little nervous, but still said: "I know this is a bit presumptuous, professor, it's so hot in this hot weather. I'm here to bother you, but there is indeed a strange thing recently, which may be a murder. "

Schiller frowned slightly, and Cobblepot pondered for a moment and said carefully: "Your Excellency the Godfather suspects that it may be an organized poisoning, but this has never happened before. You know, this is not the style of Gotham people..."

Cobblepot showed an embarrassed expression. He looked around and found that other students were lying on the table, and there was no intention to come over to ask questions. The surroundings were empty and quiet, and their conversation would not be heard by anyone. Then he said: "Your Excellency the Godfather suspects that it is an outsider, such as the FBI that has always been interested in Gotham. "

"But Your Excellency the Godfather cannot say it clearly. The twelve families have complained about the influx of outsiders and the chaotic management. If this fact is made public again, the twelve families will definitely shout and make a fuss to teach them a lesson. "

"Once the contradiction intensifies, it will become an obstacle to the development of the tourism industry and industrial transformation and upgrading, so the Godfather entrusted me to investigate this matter secretly."

Cobert frowned and said, "Professor, I would never be so rude to consult you about my private affairs in class, but this matter is too strange. I think psychology may be able to answer my doubts."

While Cobert was telling this story, Schiller had been observing his expression. Cobert's face was very serious, but more of it was doubtful. And from the cautiousness of his questions, it can be seen that Cobert must have investigated and thought about it privately for a long time without any results, so he mustered up the courage to ask Schiller.

Schiller has not been very busy recently, but he can't help much with the high incidence of heat stroke, because he is a psychologist. After helping Roy write a notice to remind citizens to pay attention to the symptoms of heat stroke, there is nothing to do.

The group of children in Wayne Manor also stayed in the main universe. The lunatics in Arkham Asylum stayed in the laboratory because of the hot weather. No one came out to make trouble. Schiller's main job recently was teaching, so when his students got into trouble, he was happy to help.

"It's not convenient to talk here. I have two classes this afternoon. We will meet at the entrance of the teacher's restaurant at about 6 pm."

"Thank you very much, professor."

This class passed quickly. The second class was a psychology course, but there were still few people coming. Schiller had to change this class into a question-and-answer class.

On the way to the restaurant after class, Schiller felt a little headache. Every teacher has such troubles. The course progress is too fast, and he is worried that the students will not have time to review. The course progress is too slow, and he has to catch up with the progress. He is afraid that he can't finish teaching. Schiller is now worried about the latter.

This may be a chain reaction of a vicious cycle. Because of the poor security situation in Gotham, there are not many foreign students who dare to take the exam here. The locals can't adapt to the sudden change in climate and fall down in groups.

Schiller is now pushing the teaching schedule forward, which means that most of the students will not be able to attend the class. However, if he does not push it forward, he will definitely not be able to finish teaching before the end of the semester. However, if sick students are forced to attend the class, they will not be able to concentrate.

If he wants to cure heat stroke immediately, as long as the sun still exists and the people of Gotham are still too stupid to learn how to protect themselves from the sun, Schiller's treatment speed may not be able to keep up with their illness speed. However, if he turns off the sun, it will be detrimental to the tourism industry that wants to develop the golden coastline.

Schiller didn't expect that enemies like the cosmic tyrant didn't give him a headache, but the daily teaching tasks really stumped him. Sure enough, this is the fate of every teacher.

While thinking about how to adjust the course to catch up with the teaching progress as much as possible, Schiller walked to the teacher's restaurant. On the way, he met Victor again, but it seemed that Victor only had one class in the afternoon, so he had finished his meal, and he was in a hurry, and he seemed to be in a hurry to go somewhere.

Schiller wanted to stop Victor and ask him, but when he thought that Cobert might still be waiting for him, he gave up the idea and walked quickly towards the main entrance of the teacher's restaurant.

When he arrived at the teacher's restaurant, Cobert was indeed standing at the door waiting for him. Schiller walked up the steps quickly, and Cobert followed him. Schiller turned around and asked, "How long have you been waiting?"

"I just arrived, too, professor." Cobert took out the square towel in his pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and followed Schiller into the restaurant.

Unfortunately, there is no air conditioning in the classroom restaurant, but there are more windows here, and the house structure is better than the classroom. There is a through wind, which is much better than the stuffy state in the classroom.

After Cobblepot came in, he was relieved. Like a fish that had just landed, he wiped the sweat off his forehead again and sat down with Schiller next to a larger window.

Schiller glanced at the menu and was about to order when the waiter came over and said, "Sorry, professor, the chef of the restaurant is ill and can't make more complicated main dishes."

Schiller sighed and looked at the menu and said, "Then tell me what I can order, and we'll have a simple meal."

Schiller looked at Cobblepot and asked for his opinion. Cobblepot sighed and said, "Many restaurants in Gotham are in this situation now, otherwise I'll ask you to eat outside."

The two ordered a few dishes, which were basically staple foods. Schiller ordered a sweet and sour Spanish risotto, and Cobblepot simply ordered a Caesar salad, without any soup or dessert, and refused butter and heavy sauces. Obviously, even if Schiller was not afraid of heat, this hot summer atmosphere made people lose their appetite for greasy things.

While eating, Cobert opened up and began to talk about the strange things that the gang had encountered during this period.

"The Spencer family had a very unhappy marriage because of their daughter. The old Spencers have not been in good health. Some time ago, Mrs. Spencer got a strange disease."

"Strange disease? What strange disease?"

Cobert opened his mouth and said hesitantly: "I didn't see the specific situation. I only heard from the female relatives who accompanied him that the doctor had never seen this disease, and old Spencer felt that his wife was cursed."

"Are there any symptoms?"

"I heard that the whole body was swollen." Scott pursed his lips and said: "I can understand that if the patient's appearance is abnormal, the family members usually don't want outsiders to see it. Old Mrs. Spencer has actually been bedridden for more than two years, but the sudden change in her condition is still a bit strange. Old Spencer was also on guard against someone plotting against him. "

"What disease did Mrs. Spencer have?"

"Stomach cancer. The lady is old, and everyone who knows her knows that she won't live long. Old Spencer had already accepted the status quo. More than a month ago, Mrs. Spencer passed away, and her funeral was held in Gotham Cathedral."

Schiller pondered for a moment and found the strange point in this ordinary story. He gently rubbed the pattern on the handle of the silver spoon with his fingers and said, "There are indeed some diseases that can cause edema at the ends of the limbs. In more serious cases, there may be swelling all over the body, but stomach cancer..."

"Old Spencer and his wife have a good relationship. Even if death is inevitable, he doesn't want her to suffer, so he invited Many doctors were asked to find ways to eliminate the swelling, but none of them worked. "

"Including the doctors at Wayne Hospital?"

"Yes, including some doctors from Metropolis."

Cobert paused again, took a look at Schiller's face, and then said, "I know this is a bit disrespectful to science, but old Spencer has consulted the old priest at Gotham Cathedral, and the old priest said it's not a curse..."

"It was okay at first, after all, old Mrs. Spencer was already terminally ill, and there was no need to explore the strange symptoms before her death, after all, the dead cannot be resurrected."

"But just a week later, the eldest son of the Fanas family also died. He was also swollen all over before, and he was only sixteen when he died. ”

Cobolt sighed deeply and said: "Originally, due to religious reasons, the direct members of the twelve families did not accept forensic autopsies, but the Fanas family had only one son, and Fanas was counting on him to inherit the family. Suddenly, he was gone. Fanas vowed to find the murderer. ”

"Does he think it was a man-made murder?"

"I'm afraid this is the only possibility." Cobolt stared at the salad on the plate and recalled: "Little Fanas was only sixteen years old, strong, and had no genetic diseases. He also joined the basketball club in school, and there was no sign before his death. Fanas never heard his son say that he was uncomfortable. ”

After a little thought, Schiller asked: "What are the results of the forensic examination?"

"Generalized edema caused by acute poisoning."