Chapter 2258: Late Autumn in Golden City (Twenty-Two)

In the room of Rodriguez Manor, Schiller's eyes fell on Lex's bow tie. Lex lowered his head slightly, then turned to look at himself in the mirror.

The way to tie a bow tie is not complicated, but because of the special material of soft silk fabric, the pattern squeezed out by the middle tie cannot be completely symmetrical. Lex just adjusted it here, which delayed him for a few minutes.

A hand went around Lex's shoulder and approached his neck. Lex almost broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and the fragments of his previous associations with this hand kept replaying in his mind.

Human hand movements have special significance, because different people use hand muscles differently, and even in different situations, the expression on the hand can often reflect someone's state more realistically than the face.

Just like Schiller, Lex thought, Professor Schiller is often firm and focused when holding a pen. Due to teaching habits, his hand movements when speaking are always more logical, eye-catching when he needs to remind others, and keep still when he needs to let the topic slide.

But his godfather's hand movements were always unexpected, and whenever he stretched out his hand to do something, his hand and forearm muscles were always tense, as if he wanted to accumulate strength to punch. The meridians under the skin seemed very light when moving, but the skin and bones were particularly thick, which inevitably made people wonder where these seemingly flexible and powerful hands had exerted force.

It was difficult to evoke any good associations, and it often reminded people of some more violent aesthetic scenes.

When such a pair of hands approached the fatal part, Lex really couldn't help but move his legs to escape. For the first time, he realized that it would be difficult to stay rational in certain situations.

When the hand came around, the arm just rested on Lex's shoulder and didn't really touch Lex, but the empty shadow suddenly had weight, pressing Lex to suffocate.

Dinglingling!!!

The harsh ringing of the phone made Lex breathe a sigh of relief. Schiller retracted his arm and turned to look in the direction of the ringing, and Merkel turned to pick up the phone.

"It's Miss Ashley, sir. Do you want to come in?"

Schiller strode out, took the phone, and waved to Merkel. Merkel stood by the door and nodded, walked towards Lex, and continued to help him tidy up his clothes.

Schiller tidied the telephone wires on the floor, kicked them to the wall with his toes, picked up the receiver and said to the other side: "Hello? Miss Pamela... Yes, I received your reply, right? How do you feel?... OK, I'll wait for you."

In less than two minutes, there was movement in the garden. After Schiller walked around the porch and returned to the bedroom on the second floor, he opened the heavy curtains, walked to the balcony and looked down, and saw Pamela's bright smile.

A vine carried her to the second floor. Pamela supported Schiller's arm and exerted force, climbed over the balcony railing, and stood steadily on the ground.

Schiller retracted his hand, stretched out his hand and opened the curtains to let Pamela go in first. Pamela did not stay in the bedroom, and walked through the room to the corridor at the fastest speed.

At this time, she couldn't hide her excitement and was always smiling. When Schiller came out, he smiled at her and said, "It seems that you feel good."

Pamela tried to restrain her expression, hugged her arms and smiled, saying, "I have never felt so good. All the things that have been pulling me down have disappeared. Thank you so much, Professor."

"My pleasure."

Schiller strode forward and took Pamela to the reception room. He looked back at the bag she was carrying and said, "I assume you have brought dinner clothes."

"Yes." Pamela looked down at her watch and said, "But I think it's still early now. Although I can wear a long dress for psychotherapy, I'm not sure you can stand the smell of perfume."

"I can't, miss, come in."

Schiller pushed open the door and turned on the light in the reception room. After Pamela walked in, she sat down on one of the single sofas. Schiller walked over and bent over to her and stretched out a hand. Pamela handed him the bag in her hand.

Schiller put his bag on the table next to him, sat down on the sofa on the other side, put one leg on the other leg, put his hands on his knees and said, "I am still a professor?"

"I want to consult the professor first, but if I say I will find you later, will it be too offensive?"

"Of course not, the beautiful have privileges."

Schiller's expression changed. After seeing Pamela, he rubbed his eyebrows slightly and said, "It seems that you have succeeded. Who is the other party?"

"You will never guess." Pamela smiled and turned sideways to Schiller, lowered her head and looked at him from above her eyes and said, "I told you, I like challenges very much."

Schiller shook his head helplessly and said, "Don't tell me that you got Wonder Woman into bed."

"Ahem, you know I..."

"So you are trying to hide it?" Schiller pretended to be surprised and said, "Then when you sit in the first row in class, you stare at every beautiful lady who comes up to hand in homework from beginning to end in the classroom. You must want to make achievements in ergonomics, right?"

"Oh, don't do that." Pamela sighed and covered her eyes with her hands, but looked at Schiller through her fingers and said, "Is it so obvious?"

"Do you think I suggest students to wear more when they come to my class just because the air conditioning is cold in the classroom?"

"Too sharp." Pamela couldn't help complaining, "Professor, you can't always be like this. You know I stare at them, just like some of them always stare at you?"

"If you become a professor one day, you will understand that when you see a beautiful face, you will certainly be amazed."

"But then, the key words of failing three consecutive social psychology exams will jump into your mind, and then you will want to see how many tons of water are poured under her beautiful little head more than her beautiful appearance."

"Academics are a killer of romance. I will never be a professor."

Pamela reached out to gather her long hair in front of her and said, "Not much, the party will start soon, I am very busy, do you mind if I stay here Comb your hair first?"

"Please, but if you dare to leave any hair..."

"You will take it to the oldest witch to curse me. Please, professor, this can't scare even a three-year-old child."

Schiller sighed softly and said, "Although you haven't changed completely, I have begun to miss you in the past."

"How am I now?"

"Too excited, sharp teeth."

Pamela laughed, even showing her teeth, looking at Schiller with shining eyes and said, "So how is it compared to before?"

Schiller leaned back in the chair, looked at Pamela and said, "I am beginning to feel happy that you have become a lovely lady, just like seeing the gray and stiff branches in the whole winter sprouting new buds again, every spring is exciting."

Pamela smiled and blinked, her hands supported on the edge of the sofa, and looked up at Schiller and said, "Have you seen many springs? They must be beautiful, straightforward and passionate."

Schiller did not deny it, but nodded.

"Is there anyone who impressed you?"

"You are the one right now, Miss."

"Although I know it's just a compliment, I'm still very happy." Pamela took a breath, turned her head to one side, and glanced away, thinking: "I didn't expect it to happen so suddenly, but I hope it won't be a burden for anyone."

"Except for the lucky person you picked."

"Talia?" Pamela raised her eyebrows and said: "In a way, she is very similar to me, and she also makes me feel good."

"I believe you have done everything well." Schiller said meaningfully: "You are about to graduate."

Pamela was silent and didn't speak. She was distracted. From her expression, Schiller could see that she was lost in memories, or maybe she was thinking about whether she had really done everything well.

Schiller had been hearing Pamela's name from all kinds of people. Bruce had a collaborative experimental project with her, Lex invited her to build a garden for him, Victor said she would definitely become the greatest botanist in the world, and even Clark, who had only met Pamela a few times, thought she was a confidant of leaves and flowers.

But they all have a common evaluation of Pamela, which is to say that she is "calm" at best, but in fact she is a little indifferent and numb.

Compared with people, she always pays more attention to plants. Although she often says that plants also have souls that can communicate, she herself admits that the thoughts of plants are very weak and it takes a lot of effort to understand a little, but she would rather spend this effort than talk to people.

During the office chat, Schiller's colleague Anna described her as the ghost of plants. Perhaps because they are both women, Anna cares more about Pamela and knows some inside stories that Schiller and others don't know.

Pamela's mother, or more precisely her adoptive mother, is a lunatic in the sociological sense, but this was discovered only after Pamela became an adult.

This case is too inconspicuous in Gotham, and the files recording the old events have long been lost, but later Schiller asked James to help retrieve the files, which still recorded sporadic clues, allowing him to speculate what Pamela's childhood was like.

Pamela's adoptive mother can be called a socialite, but she did not get money and status by her own charm, but by her daughters.

But she is not a traditional madam. She has a legal and formal adoption relationship with the girls, and she will do her best to take care of and cultivate them - but not just for them.

There are always some things in this world that need beauty to reconcile them. Beautiful business spies, mistresses who can shake certain choices, or socialites who just connect with people, many people always think that there must be too many ups and downs behind these women.

But there is another possibility. As long as it is profitable, someone will try to build a production line.

Pamela's adoptive mother is such a person. She tasted the sweetness of her own daughter's success and thought she could perfectly replicate more, and then use the success of these goddaughters to enjoy endless wealth and glory.

It was very unfortunate, but fortunately for her, her first three examples were successful, and Pamela was the fourth.

This mother and her daughters were not originally from Gotham, but according to some vague records in the archives, Pamela's biological parents were most likely from Gotham, but died in a gang fight in Chicago, and Pamela was adopted in Chicago.

Perhaps it was born this way, Pamela was very beautiful, but she had no charm, neither lively and cheerful, nor charming. In the way most people describe her, she was a piece of wood.