Chapter 2586: Whistling Down (Forty-Four)

Chapter 2560 Xiaoxiao Down (44)

Schiller still chose to go downstairs. He walked through the chaotic living room in his pajamas, came to the front door, and glanced through the peephole.

Standing outside was the old policeman, and a familiar face of Schiller's, Gordon's old partner in the police station, Harvey Bullock, who still had the same paunchy look.

Schiller opened the door, looked at them and said: "I'm afraid I don't have time to be questioned now. There are still a lot of troubles waiting for me to deal with."

"We're not here to question you, Professor." Bullock narrowed his eyes and smiled, threw the cigarette butts he had extinguished into the trash can next to him, and pointed behind him.

Schiller saw a strange large machine behind them, about half a man's height, with a hose protruding from a connector and a vacuum cleaner head on the front.

"I have stressed to those young boys many times that they must wear shoe covers when entering other people's homes, but there are always some who are disobedient." The old policeman said thoughtfully: "Especially the new ones, who run rampant and don't care. "

"We can't let them act like this." Bullock said, leaning against the pillar on the porch: "Otherwise, the good image we have built up before will be in vain, but we have nothing to do with them for the time being. We can only try our best to wipe their butts. ”

Bullock reached out and patted the machine and said, "Let me introduce you to the industrial cleaning machine. We happen to have someone who can use this thing. It can be used as a vacuum cleaner and a mower. It seems to be able to smooth the soil and take care of it. lawn."

"I know those newcomers made a mess here." The old policeman said, "We will be responsible for cleaning your porch, Professor, and we are also responsible for the mess in your house, but considering that some of your collections may be too valuable, Gao, it’s not convenient for us to deal with it, so you have to figure it out yourself.”

"We have to go to Principal Sivana's house later." Bullock blinked and said, "That group of people only took away the body, not even the blood or the plastic sheet that came into contact with the body. If not done, his house will become the biggest source of odor on this street."

"Please stand back, professor." A head poked out from behind the machine, and it seemed that the other party was about to start working.

Schiller took a step back, and Bullock lit a cigarette again and said, "This machine makes some noise. If you find it annoying, just close the door and go to the second floor."

"No need," Schiller replied.

As soon as the machine started, the two disc-shaped brushes in front began to rotate crazily. The dried footprints mixed with blood and soil disappeared the moment the machine passed by, and the floor of the porch was instantly as clean as new.

One person pushes the machine while the other holds the vacuum cleaner. The brush underneath the machine tackles stubborn stains, while the vacuum cleaner picks up some dust and debris.

The machine was very efficient, sweeping the porch floor in one round and then they went back to mowing the lawn.

About five or six minutes later, one of the people came back and said: "The dirt and footprints in the lawn have been cleaned up, but some grass has been trampled down and looks like it will not survive. Maybe you can buy some grass seeds yourself..."

"There is a plant store in the community. We will buy some after cleaning the principal's house and send them over." Bullock bounced off the wall, put out the cigarette butt and threw it away, waved to Schiller and said: " Goodbye, Professor."

After they left, Schiller stood at the door for a while, as if he couldn't believe that one-third of his big troubles had been solved. Technology is indeed power.

And before dealing with his main big trouble, he still had one thing to do, which was to write invitations quickly and deliver them to everyone's homes before dark, so that the guests would not have to travel in vain.

Schiller rummaged through the drawer and found that the remaining letter paper and envelopes were not enough to send another invitation. He picked up the pen and thought for a moment before putting it down, and took out his mobile phone.

He was going to call Raven and ask her to take a detour back after dinner and go to the post office to buy some letter paper and stamps, so that he would not pursue Raven for messing up his house.

"Hello? Raven? That's it, I..."

Before Raven could reply, there was a lot of noise coming from the other side. It sounded like a few children were playing crazy. Schiller shook his head gently, sighed, and finally hung up the phone.

He went upstairs to change clothes and prepared to go to the post office. If he didn't make it, he would have to use gray fog to deliver the letter.

The reason why he didn't adopt the gray fog strategy immediately was because although the gray fog state was easy to work with, it couldn't communicate with others. Even in Gotham, it was a bit scary for a fog to be able to speak, let alone carry out activities. The polite words and greetings were exchanged.

If he uses a postman to deliver the letter, he can ask the postman to bring a message to the guests to express his apology. If he delivers it himself, he can also talk about what happened in his house to ask the guests to understand.

But if he uses gray fog, all he can do is throw the letter into the mailbox. After all, there are many surveillance cameras in Gotham now. If he turns into a human form at someone's door, his secret may be exposed.

Schiller was changing clothes in the bedroom when he heard another movement at the door, and then a slamming on the door.

From the chirping sounds below, Schiller could tell that it was the Robins who were coming, but there was obviously no time for him to put on a suit now. If he didn't go down, the door would be kicked open by them.

So Schiller could only continue to walk down the stairs in his pajamas and open the door. The Robins rushed in like a wave and began to shout at everything they could see.

"Oh my God, Professor, is this the venue you plan to hold the party? Is this a special disaster style? It's so cool!" Jason began to take out his mobile phone to take pictures.

"Oh, is that sculpture a Maori sculpture? I've heard of this style. They are the indigenous people of Australia and New Zealand. I recently saw news reports on their living conditions." Tim picked up the wooden sculpture and said.

Dick picked up the bat doll and looked at the big cut on its back with some distress and said: "What happened? What scratched it?...Oh my God, this thing is too big, my waist."

After saying that, he fell backwards, and Raven hurriedly helped him up, and the result was that the two fell on the sofa together.

Aisha sprinted into Schiller's arms very impolitely. She had grown a lot, and Schiller almost didn't hold her.

"Professor! Delicious!" Aisha began to yell.

Jason immediately rushed over and pulled her off Schiller, rubbed her head and said, "I knew you were a big mouth. Didn't we agree to give the professor a surprise?!"

"We brought some food." Dick said, "We packed it back from that restaurant. It will definitely be the star dish of tonight's party!"

"Yes, professor, this restaurant is great." Tim said, "Their grilled beef shank and black pepper ribs are absolutely amazing! We didn't eat too much on purpose and packed all the signature dishes."

"I'm sorry, today's housewarming party is cancelled." Schiller said.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became silent, and Dick asked cautiously, "What's wrong? Why was it cancelled?"

"Something unexpected happened." Schiller didn't know how to explain.

"In fact, there is still some time before the party tonight, so the best way is to clean up the house as quickly as possible. Even if the backyard cannot be used, everyone can eat together in the house, or barbecue in the front yard."

The root cause is that Schiller doesn't think he can sort out so many troubles during this period of time.

The main reason why Schiller has always been tolerant of Merkel is that he knows how difficult these jobs are.

It is not that Alfred manages a huge estate like a superman without any mistakes, and all housekeepers should be like him. In fact, it is a painstaking job to keep any area clean and tidy for a long time.

Some people think they love cleanliness, but in fact, they only love their own standard of cleanliness. If they are asked to clean up for others, many people will not be able to do it well.

To achieve cleanliness in an objective sense or even in the eyes of some picky employers, you have to be busy at all, and basically have to clean up again and again.

And you must have a special labor wisdom, know which thing to do first, which thing to do next, and which things can be done together to achieve the highest efficiency, otherwise you will be exhausted and still not be able to clean up.

So even if Merkel is not proficient in gardening, whatever he raises dies, and occasionally bumps into the crafts in the estate, Schiller does not care. In essence, it is because he knows that he is not good at it, and changing someone may not be better than Merkel. The main reason why Merkel seems to be bad is that Alfred is too good.

But Alfred is a plug-in that the screenwriter gave Batman, and they are not comparable, so objectively speaking, Merkel has done a good job.

Now without Merkel, Schiller is quite self-aware. He has hands and feet and can work. If you say that you can give him a day to clean up slowly, it's okay, but if you say that the efficiency is full of life and death speed, then this party does not have to be held today.

But this reason is really hard to explain to Robin. After all, it seems that they have high expectations, and Schiller's statement that he can't clean up the house can easily be understood as being lazy to clean up, which is really disappointing.

"Sorry, it's actually my problem." Raven retracted his head, "I told you before that my power is uncontrollable. Because of some things, I broke out once in this house and messed up everything."

"Then just clean it up, right?" Dick looked around and said, "It doesn't look very messy, not even as messy as Tim's room."

"What did you say?! My room is obviously clean, okay? Jason's room is the messiest!" Tim raised his voice and said.

"My room is messy because I have too many things." Jason was very confident. He said, "Alfred praised me for being able to tidy up before. It's already very good to be able to tidy up the room to that extent with three large bookshelves, right?"

"That means Elsa's room is the messiest. Anyway, I'm not the messiest!"

"Elsa's not messy!" Elsa emphasized, "Mom's room is the messiest. She never tidies up her jewelry! She is the messiest!"

"You can't say that Selena." Dick immediately covered Elsa's mouth and said, "Be careful that Bruce will cause trouble for you."

"Dad is also messy! They are messy together! One morning I saw their clothes on the floor..."

The three of them rushed over quickly and covered Elsa's mouth together.

Raven pulled the corner of his clothes and said, "You bought me clothes, and I messed up your house. I'm really sorry. I can use telekinesis to help clean it up, but it may take some time."

Schiller also began to think that if the raven could help, then maybe he could make it in time, but at this time, Aisha suddenly shrugged her nose and said, "What's that smell?"