Chapter 1821: Summer in Fool Village (35)

Chapter 1795 Summer in Fool Village (Thirty-Five)

Although the scorching heat has long gone, the people immersed in the terror brought by the heat have not yet rebuilt their psychological defenses to go out to work so quickly. Merkel contacted the weeders and gardening companies more than a dozen times, but the only answer she got was "no manpower".

In the city of Gotham, the price of hiring workers from other places is unimaginable. Seeing that the best planting season is about to pass, Schiller decided not to wait and just repair the garden himself.

This is a very bold decision, because the garden of the manor is not an ordinary flower bed in the yard of a small villa. The biggest feature of this former viscount manor is the exaggeratedly large back garden. It can be said that no one in the entire West District can match it. It takes a lot of effort just to eradicate the dead plants.

But Schiller has ready-made manpower. He stood by the door and watched Clark and his dog walking into the garden in wading boots, and patted the dirt on his gloves with satisfaction.

Pamela stood in front and pointed the way to Clark and said, "Here, all the plants in this whole area need to be eradicated. Don't look at me like that. They have died a long time ago. I don't feel bad, so why should you feel bad?"

Clark hesitantly pushed aside the weeds in the front, looked inside and said, "Do you mean to eradicate only the parts on the ground, or do you mean to turn over the roots as well?"

"If possible, I hope to bury the bodies of these plants, and then turn over the soil two feet deep, which will make it easier for the plants to survive later."

Pamela spread her hands and said, "The withering of plants is inevitable. They grow, bloom and then wither. This is the law of nature. The death of plants caused by sudden climate change is not what anyone wants to see, but I still hope that they can have a good destination and participate in the cycle of nature."

Clark nodded to indicate that he understood. He blinked lightly, and red lasers shot out from his eyes, but they were precisely controlled to turn over the soil three to four feet deep on the surface. The stems and leaves of the plants lying on the ground were turned underground and would soon become new nutrients.

Pamela watched all this in shock, and within just a few tens of seconds, a large area nearby was plowed flat, the laser disappeared, and Clark smiled brightly and said, "Thanks to the trip to Mexico, I didn't know that lasers can be so useful. Now I can plow the fields."

Looking at the ridges on the ground, Pamela frowned, and at this time Schiller came over and said, "Then let's open a small vegetable garden. Where do you think it would be more suitable? Pamela?"

"Can you grow vegetables, professor?" Pamela was still a little unconvinced. She said, "Excuse me, the gardening company probably won't take care of the vegetable fields for you. This is completely different from the decorative garden."

"Growing vegetables is a very laborious job, sowing, cultivating, pest control, breeding, if it is simply grown Decoration is fine, but if you want both size and taste, it will probably take a lot of effort to maintain. ”

Pamela showed a complicated expression on her face and said, "The vegetables in Gotham are very special. They are really a bit too individual. I am worried that they will beat and bully the flowers transplanted from other places."

"Then keep them away from the flowers. My garden is big enough, so this should be possible, right?"

Seeing that Schiller didn't seem to change his mind, Pamela thought for a while and said, "No problem, we will grow vegetables on the independent land next to the warehouse behind, but I can't guarantee that they won't run out when they grow up."

"Then build some fences. If it doesn't work, use electric fences." Schiller stepped forward and planned to check the land.

Pamela chased after him and said, "Professor, although I don't know why you are so obsessed with growing vegetables, Gotham is really not suitable..."

"Pamela." Schiller stopped helplessly and looked at Pamela and said, "Overly lively plants are exactly what I want. If I don't find something for my housekeeper to do, and he uses his amazing gardening skills to maintain the newly planted flowers, do you think they can survive three months?"

Pamela shut up.

They came to the piece of land that Pamela mentioned. It was a small piece of land next to the warehouse on the southernmost side of the garden. It was surrounded by two neatly paved stone roads and was almost completely independent of the plot in front.

Schiller was very satisfied with the location of this nursery. When Clark turned the soil here with the laser from his eyes, they began to add a fence to this piece of land.

"Cabbages usually don't jump very high, which can be considered one of their weaknesses." Pamela said as she followed Schiller to find suitable wood in the garden: "The leaves they use to support their bodies are very fragile, and their bodies are not resistant to falling, so they can only jump to a height of about one meter at most. I think we can build a fence of 1.5 meters."

"But it must be made of wood, not rattan, because their fists are much stronger than their feet, and I'm not sure if they will climb up one by one, so it's better to leave some wooden thorns at the top."

Schiller and Pamela walked in front, and Clark led Little Krypton behind. Just when they came to a birch tree that had been cut down before, Little Krypton suddenly rushed to the flower bed next to it.

"Oh my God, Little Krypton, come back, come back quickly, you will get your paws dirty!" Clark screamed and hurried to chase his dog, but Little Krypton sniffed the ground with his nose, and finally stopped in front of a small puddle next to the flower bed, and then began to bark non-stop.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Clark quickly half-knelt down and hugged Little Krypton's head and rubbed it, trying to comfort his dog.

Schiller and Pamela gathered around, and they looked down at the puddle, and saw their own reflections on the water surface, and the subtle water ripples stirred up by the lake that seemed to have shrunk countless times.

In the Batcave laboratory, Bruce was concentrating on the microscope, while Lex was staring at the experimental equipment without blinking. After a while, Lex spoke first: "Do you think Professor Schiller's attitude is strange?"

"He doesn't seem to want to take care of this matter." Bruce said while staring at the microscope: "And according to my experience, if he doesn't want to take care of something, but he still participates in it, it proves that he may want to have fun."

"The question is, which part of the Summer Killer incident is fun?" Lex covered his forehead and said: "I always feel that our thinking is wrong, If we infer from the logic of Professor Schiller's behavior, there must be something very simple that we didn't notice. What could it be? "

Bruce finally raised his head, he thought with an empty eye and said: "We have investigated every link of this case. There is nothing missing in the autopsy report, there is nothing special about the intersection of the victims' trajectories, there are no loopholes in the survivors' words, and all the innocent people did not show any suspiciousness. "

Bruce frowned and thought hard. He did his best to check all his suspicions, and judging from Batman's suspicious character, he almost checked everything.

Under this situation, there is still no trace of the summer killer. Bruce can't help but wonder if it was Batman from another universe who did it?

Further research in the laboratory did not bring good news, but Bruce had to leave because Selina called him and said that Aisha was back to find her father. Bruce had to leave behind murder and reasoning and go back to play with Aisha.

When Bruce pushed open the door of Wayne Manor, Alfred was using a roller to stick the dog hair off Elsa. Bruce recognized it as Krypton's hair almost immediately, so he picked up Elsa and asked, "Did you go play with Clark's dog?"

Elsa nodded, hugged Bruce's neck and whimpered twice, then said, "Let's go to the garden, Daddy, they won't let me go, you take me!"

Bruce hugged Elsa up and asked her deliberately to encourage her to talk, "Why don't you go to the garden?"

"We have to rebuild the garden, it's dangerous, anyway, we're not allowed to go, no one can go, play with building blocks in the living room."

"No one can go? Who else but you?"

"Barry and Harley. "Elsa lay on Bruce's shoulder, waved to Alfred in the living room and said, "I want to play in the sand pit, build castles, and dig holes."

Bruce carried Elsa to the garden. When he arrived, Selina was already waiting there. She took Elsa from Bruce, rubbed her forehead with her cheek and said, "Long time no see, little baby, your Aunt Maggie made a beautiful hair tie for you, see if you like it."

Selina took out a shiny hair tie with small balls full of diamonds on it. Bruce wanted to say not to let Elsa play with such things that might make her swallow them, but he stopped talking after seeing the bat logo on it.

Fortunately, Elsa had no interest in eating such little things. She screamed happily, snatched it from Selina's hand and put it on her wrist, waving her hands with satisfaction and looking left and right.

"Do you want to swing or play in the sand?" Selina shook Elsa and asked.

"She wants to play in the sandpit." Bruce answered for Elsa, and the family of three walked towards the newly opened sandpit in the back garden of Wayne Manor.

Before they reached the place, Elsa rushed out and jumped high into the sandpit. Selina took the small shovel and bucket she had left there before and started to build a castle with her.

Bruce also walked in, but at this time Elsa stretched out her short hand and handed him the plastic toy bucket, shouting: "Water! Water! Use water, water is faster!"

"She may want to wet the sand with water. Is there a water pipe nearby?" Selina squatted on the ground and looked back.

Bruce looked around and didn't find a gardening hose. He knew that Alfred would not water the plants carelessly. He usually waited for professional gardeners to arrange it. The gardening hose must have been put away in the warehouse.

The warehouse with a faucet was far away from here, and Elsa's patience obviously couldn't last until then, but just as Bruce glanced around, he found a small puddle on the other side of the sandpit.

The garden was cleaned by Alfred, so the stagnant water was not dirty. Elsa was not an ordinary child, and she was not afraid of water pollution. Bruce simply strode over with a small bucket, intending to scoop some water from the puddles for Elsa to play with.

But Elsa, who was too curious, reached the puddle faster than him and wanted to touch the water with her hands. Selina shouted from behind, and Bruce wanted to stop her, but Elsa's hand stopped before it touched the surface of the stagnant water.

"What is that?" Elsa squatted beside and poked her head out, pointing her finger at the thing in the water and asked.

Bruce walked over, bent down and took a look, and after a moment of stunned, he said: "That's mosquito larvae."

"What are mosquito larvae?" Elsa and Selina asked in unison.

"It's the larvae of mosquitoes..."

"What are mosquitoes?"

Suddenly, Bruce's mind flashed with inspiration, and all the clues were strung together into a line, blurting out.

"Mosquitoes are... summer killers!"