Chapter 2613: Whistling Down (Seventy-One)

Chapter 2587: The Screeching Down (Seventy-one)

When Schiller returned to his home, Jonathan was sleeping soundly on the sofa, Valentine was dozing off on a recliner on the back porch, and Martin simply kicked his legs and fell asleep on the floor.

Schiller woke them all up, and they sat there in a daze, like wandering souls. Jonathan had a big dark circle under his eyes and muttered, "I really can't stand it anymore. I don't want to kill anymore. I just want to sleep now."

Valentine raised his trembling arms and said, "I think I can't bear such high-intensity labor. I need to rest."

"I really can't eat anymore. The ancestor god said he really can't eat anymore." Martin wailed, "This is simply outrageous."

"But I have already disposed of all the bodies." Schiller clapped his hands and said, "And what you mean is that you are not going to find new ones, but sneaking away with so many prey. Let's go."

"That's not prey at all." Jonathan roared, "I feel like a pieceworker in a factory! So why don't I really go to the factory but do this job? ! Pieceworkers are not that tired!"

"Professor, not everyone doesn't need to rest like you." Valentine said sincerely, "Insufficient rest will seriously affect our work efficiency. It would be bad if our organs are damaged."

Schiller looked at them, hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, then rest this afternoon and start working in the evening."

Everyone was as if they had been pardoned, completely ignoring Schiller shaking his head and muttering "You are not as good as college students."

Suddenly, Schiller seemed to have thought of something, and regardless of the three people who climbed upstairs to sleep like zombies, he took out his mobile phone and started sending emails.

"Lonerd, I know you often go out hunting. Come over and do me a favor. I can give you half a credit..."

"Aguna, don't think about the little lover in your basement. I'm not interested in listening to your love story. If you are really proficient in surgical techniques as you said, then come over and you can get credits. My address is..."

"Simmons, your senior brother didn't answer the phone. I guess he went to the sewer to dump the body again. There is no signal. Tell him to come to my new home quickly. There is a work-study program here..."

"Victor, is Pamela upside down again? She doesn't answer the phone. Tell her to come to my house after she wakes up. I have a new project..."

"Polatina, did you draw a black magic circle in the school basement before? I won't hold you responsible for the graffiti. Come over now..."

Schiller sent more than a dozen emails in a row. Soon, most of the emails were responded to. Many students' avatars popped up, asking Schiller where he found the new project.

"I developed it myself. Just come and work. Don't ask me anything else. I promise you will earn more than you can by working outside. Come quickly."

More than an hour after Schiller sent the group message, the students came one after another. Schiller stopped them in the front yard and looked at them with a critical and stern look.

These dozen people are all graduate students and doctoral students. All of them are on campus, but some are not from the Department of Psychology. Instead, they majored in psychology in their undergraduate studies and went to other majors. The same thing is that they all studied under Schiller and their grades were quite good.

So they are all used to Schiller's look. Some of them rushed to the steps and asked Schiller where the project was with a playful smile.

"Put on your shoe covers first." Schiller stuffed the shoe covers into the student's hand and asked them to go in one by one. He stopped the second student and said, "Aguna, there is blood on your boots. Go over there and wipe it off first."

"And you, Yax, you want to come into my house right after coming out of the sewer? Take off your coat first, and then go to the tool room in the backyard to take a shower."

"Pamela...Pamela!!! Have you not slept for a few nights? Can you wake up a little?...Okay, go to the sofa to catch up on your sleep."

"Jacob, can you repair electrical appliances? Help me connect the freezer first, and then take a look at the refrigerator. It doesn't matter if the appearance can't be repaired, at least help me restore the refrigeration function."

"You two wait here for a while, someone will come to collect things later, and move the two boxes at the door over."

Fortunately, Schiller's new house is also a big villa. Even if more than a dozen people are thrown in, there will be no splashes. Under his command, the house has been restored to tidiness one after another.

Pamela, who was so sleepy, fell headfirst on the sofa, and it was already evening when she woke up again.

She was dizzy from sleep and wanted to get a bottle of cold beer to sober up. She staggered to the refrigerator and opened it. The arm of the refrigerator was full.

Very good, it seems that she is not awake yet. Pamela staggered back to the sofa and lay down, and then was picked up by Schiller.

"How long do you plan to sleep? Your brothers and sisters have finished a round of work. Don't think that you are a student of Victor and you have special treatment. If you don't get up, today's credits will not be added."

Pamela did not respond.

"Okay, then you sleep. I won't take you with me when I divide the money later."

Pamela's eyes widened.

She stared at Schiller and said, "Dividing the money? Dividing what money? Did you go to rob a bank?"

Several students in the kitchen laughed wildly.

Schiller sighed and said, "You are really my good student. Are you surprised that I didn't go to rob a bank?"

"I just don't think there is any other way for you to get money besides this method." Pamela said: "As far as I know, people like you are not destined to be with money."

"Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed, miss."

Schiller took out a box from under the sofa and opened it with a click. It was full of green banknotes.

Pamela catapulted off the sofa, and a vine grabbed the box with a whoosh. The next second, green banknotes fell from the sky.

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Pamela was stunned.

Not because of the scene he created, but because all the money falling from the sky was real money, real Franklin dollars.

"Where did you get so much money?" Pamela roared, "You said you didn't rob a bank! What's more, you robbed a bank without me!!!"

"This makes more money than robbing a bank." One of the students spoke up, shaking the bloody scalpel in his hand and said, "And it's safer. It's perfect except that it's a little tiring."

"What did you do?" Pamela said puzzledly.

"I just found a normal way to make money."

"How do you get involved in normality?"

"It's not immoral." Schiller said, "It may not even be illegal. Isn't it normal enough?"

Pamela expressed deep doubt.

Then in Schiller's introduction, she gradually understood how this production line works.

The targets of these clones sent by Amanda are serial killers such as Schiller. Conversely, as long as it can be confirmed that they are serial killers, the people around them are likely to have clones.

Schiller got a machine from Batman in the main universe. As long as the parts that simulate brain waves on the clones are installed, a wide-area search for brain waves can be performed to find the location of the clones around them.

Then the killer team, currently Jonathan and four students with such experience, will kidnap the target clones, or just keep them alive.

After bringing them back, the surgical team led by Valentine will remove their valuable organs, put them in professional fresh-keeping boxes sent by organ dealers, and store them in freezers.

Before they die, the witchcraft team led by Martin will sacrifice their souls to the ancestral gods, so that the ancestral gods can quickly digest them and then give the power back to the witchcraft team.

Finally, the aftermath team led by Schiller will classify the remaining parts, and those insignificant and non-surplus parts will be directly handed over to the organ dealers for disposal.

Some parts that can be used will be handed over to humans such as Fate, and the surplus value will return to the natural project team to complete the great cycle of heaven and earth.

Finally, some parts that are not easy to clean up and are particularly easy to be discovered will be left. The fishing team will make them into bait and take them to the lake to feed the fish, and the fish caught will be used as dinner.

In this way, the value of the clones is squeezed out, and every part of the body is perfectly utilized.

Pamela was silent after hearing this, because she found that this did not seem to violate morality and law, but it was too weird. How could she comment? It was difficult for her to comment.

Who on earth could kill people and dump corpses to such an extent without violating the law or even morality?

Although Pamela herself was not very normal, she still had to say for the thousandth time that Schiller was a lunatic!

And the purpose of Schiller calling her over was to let her take away the last remaining part, which was the most difficult to deal with blood.

Blood would have a strong smell if placed somewhere, and as a liquid, it would easily leak or get into corners that were not easily noticed. It would have color if it was poured directly into the lake. The blood in one or two people's bodies was fine, but if there was too much, it would be a huge trouble.

Schiller thought that watering flowers with water was the same as watering flowers with blood, and it could also save Pamela a sum of water bills.

Pamela said that you and your housekeeper's gardening skills are really in the same vein.

However, Pamela finally accepted the conditions, because Schiller said that she could give her soul to the Green of All Things. In fact, it was useless for the Green of All Things to have human souls, but his purpose was to weaken the Red of All Things. To put it bluntly, he also wanted to see the sheep running naked, so Pamela agreed.

Of course, the Green of All Things didn't know the whole operation process. He thought that Pamela had a quarrel with someone and accidentally killed someone, hoping that he could help settle the trouble.

As a recognized conscientious boss, how could the Green of All Things not help this? So when Pamela submitted the project book, he signed it with a big stroke.

Then he almost died of choking.

After the experiment, Schiller and his team found that the replicants had souls, but their souls were in the form of babies.

Because he often dealt with Lucifer, Schiller also understood some of the underlying laws of the world. If we use computer terms to compare, a mother's pregnancy is equivalent to creating a new folder below the mother's folder.

The embryo is a string of data in this newly created folder. The moment the embryo leaves the mother's body, this data will become a new folder, which is independent of the newly created folder and the mother's folder, becoming a folder parallel to the mother. At this time, the embryo becomes a baby.

Theoretically, the universe can accommodate an unlimited number of human individuals, which means that the computer memory is unlimited, but the number of independent folders converted from data at the same time is basically constant, which means that the number of new human babies in the universe is basically fixed.

The method of the birth of clones is almost exactly the same as that of human babies. From a scientific perspective, they are both conceived in embryos, but clones are born as adults with implanted memories, while babies need to grow up through growth and learning.

From a magical perspective, both are done by igniting the soul after brain wave synchronization, but the scientists ignite the clones, while the babies are ignited by the brain wave synchronization of their parents.

Therefore, when the number of human beings born is limited, the birth of clones takes up the quota of babies. One more clone means one less baby. It is not that a baby will be killed, but that the eggs will not be fertilized from the beginning, and no embryos will be born, so naturally there will be no babies.