Chapter 1795: Summer in Fool Village (Part 9)

Schiller followed Pamela to the Botanical Laboratory. After all, the other party ran into trouble just after giving a gift. It would be a bit impolite for the recipient to stand by and watch.

Gotham's Botanical Laboratory is in the old laboratory building, not together with the High Energy Physics Laboratory and the Low Temperature Laboratory, but recent events have fully proved the necessity of the new laboratory building.

There are no particularly expensive instruments in this old laboratory building, so the rampage of plants did not cause much damage. If all the laboratories were crowded in one building, the beating plants would become the culprit for the decline in teaching quality at Gotham University.

Because the building is a bit old, there is some water accumulation at the main entrance. Pamela and Schiller took a long detour and entered the laboratory building from the side door: "I didn't take any defensive measures. I installed sprinklers with special plant toxins in the warehouse and laboratory. They are only effective for crazy beating plants. Once they escape, the sprinklers will start, and the plants with plant toxins will immediately calm down and will not cause too much damage."

"Very foresight, Miss." Schiller looked out the window.

On the third floor, the male student named Rant still seemed a little frightened, but it was not because of the pile of beating plants lying on the ground. Students majoring in botany were very used to it. There was no plant that Pamela could not handle.

Pamela also knew this, so she immediately stepped forward to help Rant up and asked: "What's wrong? What scared you so much?"

"There is someone..." Rant took a deep breath, but still seemed a little panicked. Schiller immediately stepped forward to hold his shoulders and said: "Take a deep breath, calm down, don't recall, focus on the current problem."

"Oh, my God, are you Professor Rodriguez? Why are you here?"

"I followed Pamela to see."

Rant glanced at the dead plants on the ground, a look of regret appeared on his face, and he said: "Sorry, I was wrong, the plants did not escape from prison, they They want to protect me."

Pamela's face immediately became serious. She took Rant and Schiller into the botany laboratory, asked Rant to sit down in front of the laboratory table, and then asked: "What's going on? Start from the time you came here."

"I'm doing sample analysis of plant toxins recently. Because I can't finish my paper, I came to the laboratory an hour earlier, hoping to speed up the progress. "

Rant glanced at Schiller uneasily. He knew that this professor was notoriously strict at Gotham University, and he didn't know if he would tell his professor about his rush to finish his paper.

Schiller's expression did not change. He actually did not care whether students were rushing to write papers or not. In other words, it was good enough for them to have the desire to write papers. On the contrary...

"I felt something was wrong when I entered the laboratory. The things on the shelf next to the window had been moved."

Schiller frowned slightly. Pamela explained: "Lant is a native of Gotham. He has hyperthymesia. He can even remember the texture distribution of each plant leaf."

Lant smiled embarrassedly and said: "Yes, this disease has troubled me for a long time before, but now I have learned to use the texture of plant leaves to summarize the information I collected, which is much better."

"That's good." Schiller commented. He thought, it seems that this is another Gotham genius, but he still added: "If you have any questions about memory summarization, you can ask me, just send an email."

"Thank you, professor, I continue, the person who did it is probably very professional, and the on-site restoration is very good, but he is on a melon vine we planted. Left a scratch. "

"I was checking the scratches when I heard a noise in the next room. I went to see a shadow flashing behind the door, but then he groaned. I saw blood on the thorns of a small thorny vine. "

"I was shocked, but fortunately the figure looked angry. He turned to deal with the plants that came back to life. I still screamed, but more plants rushed out of the door of the warehouse next to me and beat him away. "

"But that man seemed to be very powerful. He used a spray, or maybe a powder, to poison many plants. I went to check the scene and found that the plants that rushed out of the warehouse were the plant samples I usually take care of. They might want to protect me. "

Lant's face showed a sad expression. Schiller saw that the boy was probably suffering from hyperthymesia. He was not good at dealing with humans and poured all his emotions into plants, so he felt sad for the death of plants.

Pamela also showed an angry expression, which was rare. She turned and walked towards the next room. When she saw more dead plants, her anger burned.

Schiller stood by the door and asked, "Did you feel anything?"

"The plants were poisoned to death." Pamela half-knelt down, held up a leaf with her hand and said, "A powerful toxin, which is probably effective against any living thing."

Hearing the word toxin, Schiller immediately thought of something. He looked at Pamela and asked, "What will happen to the human body?"

"I don't know. I have almost no knowledge of internal medicine, and the performance of plants and animals is too different to make an association." Pamela stood up, took a deep breath, loosened her clenched fist, and said, "The plant injured him and left a little plant toxin in his body. We can use it to track him."

"Wait, Pamela, let's send this classmate to the infirmary first. No matter who the other party is, he didn't run out of Gotham so quickly. This is our territory."

Pamela saw Schiller help Lant up. She breathed a sigh of relief and shook her head to suppress some urgent emotions.

Reason told her that acting on impulse was not the best choice. She was a little too impulsive just now. She actually wanted to chase a strange poisoner directly. Poisoning is not a joke.

After calming down, Pamela found that the thinking of the green of all things was affecting her. She was particularly angry about the death of the plant. She knew that this was the price of using the power of plants, but she had to stay as rational as possible. The danger of Gotham would not be reduced because it saw the light of day again.

Schiller sent the student named Lanter to the infirmary. Lanter was more awake when he arrived at the infirmary, so he told Schiller a more important clue.

"I once used a microscope to observe the epidermal cells of the melon vine. I remembered the arrangement of the cells. The scars left by that person on the melon vine were somewhat special. His nails were thicker than those of ordinary people. I mean, there was a coating on his nails."

After settling Lanter, Schiller and Pamela got in the car. Pamela closed her eyes and sat in the passenger seat. In her field of vision, everything was either rich or light green, and in a certain direction, green mist drifted over like a bond.

"Turn right, professor, and then turn left at the first ramp at the intersection."

Schiller drove forward according to Pamela's instructions. Finally, Pamela said, "Go about five hundred meters ahead, and then turn right."

"Are you sure? Gotham Cathedral is ahead."

"I'm sure." Pamela opened her eyes and said coldly, "He's there, he's trying to remove the plant toxins."

Schiller drove all the way to the door of Gotham Cathedral, but the old priest was not there today. There were only a few helpers who came to clean the church. Schiller ignored their obstruction and drove straight to the back of the church with Pamela.

"No, not here." Pamela took a deep breath and closed her eyes again. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and her eyes looked down.

"Underground?"

A name instantly highlighted in Schiller's mind. He grabbed a black umbrella with his right hand. He turned to look at Pamela and said, "Miss, how is your fighting ability?"

"Is the opponent strong?" Pamela was a little nervous. She took a deep breath and said, "It's okay, no... very good at fighting."

"The opponent is from the Assassin's League." Schiller took Pamela to the underground passage and said, "And it is very likely to be called Talia Aug. I should have thought of it when Bruce said he was hiding from a woman yesterday."

"Talia?" Pamela repeated the name with some doubts, and asked, "Who is she? What is the Assassin's League? Organization?"

"She is a woman who is obsessed with sleeping with Batman and leaving offspring. The Assassin's League is the organization behind her. They want to get Batman's genes because they think Batman is good enough."

"Then you have to stop them, professor, otherwise you will have another student who doesn't write a paper in 20 years."

Schiller's hand holding the umbrella tightened immediately. He said, "What a horrifying guess, miss, but it is not impossible from a genetic point of view."

Watching Schiller's quickened pace, Pamela breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that she was just an ordinary female college student now. She had basically never fought. Although her theoretical power was very strong, it might be useless without practical experience.

And the Assassin's League sounded like a powerful thing. It was difficult to deal with it by oneself, but if the professor was willing to be a little more serious, the other party would not be a threat.

Pamela has known Schiller for a long time. She knows what the professor cares about most. A little manipulation skill, Pamela thought, but it is not worth being proud of. After all, not everyone is like Bruce, who has been with Schiller for so long but still knows nothing about psychology.

Schiller opened the door to the underground, and a strong smell of wine came with the breeze. Pamela fanned her nose with her hand and said, "I didn't know there was a wine cellar under the cathedral. Did the priests build it secretly?"

"That's not wine. Be careful. Talia may know more about that kind of thing than us. They are already using it."

Schiller walked down and saw the wine pool under the Gotham Cathedral that he had not seen for a long time. Then, as expected, he saw a woman in front of the pool with fluorescent light.

"You're finally here, Bruce Way..."

"Bang!"

The tip of the umbrella touched the ground, and the mist condensed into a figure. Schiller put his hands on the umbrella handle and looked at Talia who was knocked into the pool by him and said:

"Hello, Miss Talia, I'm sorry, I'm not Bruce Wayne, you can call me Schiller Rodriguez."

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