Chapter 2576: Whistling Down (Thirty-Four)

Chapter 2550: Down the stairs (thirty-four)

Raven walked down the stairs carefully.

"Is he dead?" Raven squeezed herself into the gap between the stair railing and the wall as much as possible, slowly accepting the fact that she had just witnessed a murder.

Azeroth, where Raven lived, was an orderly society, so she even understood the importance of rules better than those magicians who had been exposed to the magic world since childhood. Murder was also a serious crime in their place, and they had to face extremely harsh punishments. Because their social outlook was more primitive, murder often required death.

Schiller looked at her with the statue in his hand.

Raven shuddered, bit her lip, and finally couldn't say something like "I didn't see anything."

"Why did you kill him?"

Schiller sighed softly, looked down at the statue in his hand, and set his sights on the messenger bag on the sofa.

Raven tiptoed carefully around the back of the corpse, walked to the back of the sofa, and reached out to pick up the messenger bag.

She didn't pull the shoulder strap of the messenger bag, but the bottom of the messenger bag, so when she pulled back, something fell out.

A huge bone chopping knife.

"Hiss..."

Raven immediately looked up at Schiller, and Schiller's eyes confirmed her guess. Raven looked at the postman lying on the ground and said, "Even if he wanted to kill you, he didn't do it. He might just be worried about losing his job."

Raven heard Schiller sigh again, so she looked at Schiller with some doubts, wondering what she said was wrong.

"If he was worried about losing his job and wanted to kill people to silence them, he should have brought a loaded pistol."

Raven was speechless. Even if she had never lived in this society, she knew that the most efficient weapon for killing here was the gun. Sometimes the efficiency of the gun was higher than magic, because you only need to pull the trigger, and almost no one can predict the trajectory of the ballistic flight. Whoever shoots first wins.

Guns are also a good self-protection item. In the society of ordinary people, whether you point a gun at others or at yourself, you can threaten the other party very well. If the threat fails, there is almost no danger of being killed in return.

"Maybe... maybe he can't afford a gun, or he doesn't know how to use a gun?" Raven couldn't convince herself with these two reasons. According to her observation, there are almost no people in this country who can't use guns, and guns are also very cheap. They can be bought almost everywhere. There is a gun store next to the clothing store that Killer Croc took her to visit before. You don't even need any license to buy ordinary pistols. You just need to be an adult.

Raven racked her brains and thought of another excuse. Buying a gun should leave a record, right? Doesn't he want to be discovered? After all, if he is discovered, he will go to jail.

But soon, she found that this reason was not valid. Jason and others said that this city has always been like this. Either you don't have a gun or you don't have a home.

According to what Raven has learned in the past few days, people who can still have a stable job in this era will not live too badly. Moreover, Schiller lives in a wealthy area. People who can work in a wealthy area are not low-level workers. They are the first beneficiaries of the downward flow of the economy.

Just like they work in a moving company, if they move goods from rich families, the other party will give more tips. The richer the community, the more tips they give. This is their main source of income. Postmen are a profession that walks the streets, and I'm afraid the tips they receive will not be small.

So it's impossible that he would buy a murder weapon just before he wants to kill someone. He can just take the gun from home.

"Why is that?" Raven was puzzled.

"Go to the kitchen to get a knife." Schiller gently nodded in that direction. Raven didn't know the reason, but she still did it.

She walked around the back of the sofa, walked into the kitchen and picked a kitchen knife. Just as she was about to take it, Schiller shook his head and said to her, "Take the biggest one."

Raven fiddled with the knife rack, and when she turned around, she found a bone chopping knife that was about the same size as the one that fell out of the postman's bag.

"What is the most efficient way for ordinary people to deal with a crime scene?" Schiller suddenly asked.

This was really beyond Raven's knowledge. Her head was about to smoke, so she could only shake her head numbly to indicate that she didn't know.

"Dismemberment." Schiller said, "If he chooses to carry a gun, he also has to carry a knife, because guns cannot be used to dismember bodies, and the chain reaction caused by gunshots may not allow him to dismember bodies."

"So what does this prove?"

"It proves that he is a veteran. He knows that cold weapon fighting has risks, but it is silent enough to provide enough time for later exoneration, which is not the case with shooting."

The raven then realized that shooting makes a sound. If the other party chooses to shoot, he must run away immediately after shooting, otherwise it will be too easy to be caught.

But if you use a knife, in the case of a sneak attack, the other party may not be able to react. As long as you aim at the neck, the other party will not even be able to scream.

"Silencers are strictly managed, and ordinary people don't have that way to get them." Schiller said, "If a pistol with a silencer fell out of this bag, I would suspect whether he is an agent or something."

"The postman is a killer?" Raven looked at the body on the ground in some shock.

"Maybe not a professional killer, but at least he was a murderer and hid it very well." Schiller said, "He was able to judge from the few times we met that I was the type of person he could subdue with cold weapons, so he came to my house."

Raven looked at Schiller, then at the body lying on the ground. The postman's body size was not overwhelming. He was not as tall as Schiller, nor was he very strong, but he could see some muscles through the shape of his clothes.

Schiller was wearing a suit, and the only thing that could be seen was that he was very thin.

"He judged it based on my profession." Schiller took the knife and began to strip the postman's clothes. Raven didn't dare to think about what he would do next, so he could only focus on the topic he raised.

"He knows you're a professor."

"Of course, that's obvious. In this kind of community, people usually don't choose to hide their professions, because most of them are very respectable, so I introduced to him that I was a professor at Gotham University at the first time."

"Oh, I see." Raven suddenly realized, she said: "He thinks you are the kind of person who sits in an office all year round, and the heaviest work you have done is to write with a pen, and even if he is not an athlete, he is at least a manual laborer, and his speed and strength should be stronger than yours."

"An obvious conclusion, but there is still a little missing."

"Vigilance?" Raven touched his chin and speculated: "I feel that the eyes of the porters or drivers I saw on the street are different from others. They seem to always be looking at the people passing by, like a frightened rabbit."

"Street work requires extremely strong vigilance." Schiller said: "Especially in Gotham, those who can survive the streets of the last era, the reaction ability is not comparable to that of office clerks."

Raven nodded, she also heard about the previous situation in Gotham from Dick and others. If this is the case, it is not difficult to understand.

Schiller had already stripped the postman of his clothes, but a tattoo on his body caught Schiller's attention.

"He is not a postman." Schiller suddenly said.

Raven looked at him again. Schiller touched the tattoo with his hand and whispered a name, "Confession Cartel..."

"What is that?"

"A drug trafficking organization, the largest international drug trafficking organization between the United States and Mexico. They have been trying to infiltrate Gotham. This may be the nail they planted before."

Raven took a breath and stared at Schiller and said, "Have you dealt with them?"

"I have seen this kind of tattoo on their bodies."

"What should I do? Will they cause trouble for you?"

"Whether they will cause trouble for me depends on what I do." Schiller said, "This should be a very important nail. It is not easy to drive into the rich area."

"Then we..."

Raven thought of the answer, but she felt a little scared, and her fingertips were shaking. Schiller looked at her and said to her, "Go and get the awning in the backyard, Miss."

Raven said nothing and went silently. It can be seen that she knew very well what he was doing now, but she still went.

Soon the blue plastic sheet was brought over, and Raven unfolded it. Schiller watched her movements. Raven knew what he wanted to ask, so she took a deep breath, wrapped her hands around her hem and said, "Now that things have come to this, we can't just leave it alone, right?"

"Normal people should call the police."

"I've never been a normal person." Raven said, "I can't lose my house. I still have to work and go to school. If I change landlords, they may not allow me to delay rent and use their kitchen at will."

Schiller's eyes were filled with a hint of envy. When on earth could he be so sincere and justified to say such an ordinary reason.

"So you decided to help me kill and dismember people?"

"I...I...Let's do it quickly, it's almost dawn." Raven turned her head aside as if to escape and said, "I've never done this before. If we don't hurry up, we're afraid we'll make a mess."

"No, Miss."

Schiller spread the plastic sheet more evenly, and together with Raven, he lifted the body onto the plastic sheet and began to deal with the body.

Raven stared at his skillful operation in amazement. When Schiller finished, the plastic sheet was only stained with a little blood from the initial bleeding. The rest of the limbs, blood, and internal organs were all perfectly separated.

All the things were packed in a box covered with a plastic bag. There was only a layer of cardboard on the box, and it was not sealed. Schiller stacked the boxes together and asked Raven to move them to the trunk of his car with telekinesis.

Raven was still shaking when she sat in the passenger seat. She looked at Schiller nervously and said, "Where are we going?"

"We still have some vegetables, fish and seasonings to buy at the nearest fresh food market. When we rush over, it should be open."

Raven looked out the window. It was already dawn without her noticing. She watched Schiller for so long that she didn't even notice the dawn.

"Shouldn't we first..."

"That's one thing." Schiller said while driving: "All the markets around here are high-end markets, they won't sell fish and meat that are not fresh."

"So what?"

"But there are bound to be unfresh ingredients, and the unsold fish and meat need to go somewhere. Such markets are strictly managed, and employees are never allowed to divide up any leftovers. There is only one fate for unfresh ingredients."

"But why is it a fresh supermarket?" Raven grasped the key, she said: "They should just throw these ingredients into the garbage truck, so why not wait for the garbage truck to come?"

Schiller turned his head and looked at her, as if waiting for her to think for herself. Raven quickly came to her senses and asked tentatively: "Taste?"

Schiller nodded.