Chapter 2618: Whistling Down (Seventy-Six)

Chapter 2592 Xiaoxiao coming down (seventy-six)

"Have all the invitations been sent out?"

Jason's deep voice echoed in the study room on the second floor. He took a floor mat and sat on the floor. He took Schiller's mobile phone and searched for text messages, and wrote down each person's reply on paper.

The light in the study room of the new house was not as dim as in the manor, but bright and soft. Jason had never seen Schiller who was writing at his desk so clearly. Those cold and hard outlines in the dark became soft and gentle.

Schiller sighed lightly, straightened up from the desk and said: "There is one last letter, I will hand it to him personally. What do you think of this hairstyle?"

"Very good, Professor, I think many people will be happy to see you in such a relaxed state." Jason looked at Schiller and said with a smile: "In fact, we don't know that you actually have curly hair."

"It's just a little volume." Schiller shook his head and continued to write while lowering his head.

"Glad you let us know."

Schiller's hand holding the pen paused, and his voice was low and emotionless, "What's there to be happy about?"

"We are happy to learn about any slight change in our friend." Jason said: "Essentially, we don't really understand how much this change means to him. The part that really makes us happy is that he is willing to Show us that change.”

"People often say that I would be honored to be the first person you think of when you are happy or sad, because only when the connection between two people is very deep, you will feel that I can provide you with the emotional feedback you want."

"The same goes for changes. If you make a change and reveal it to someone as soon as possible, it means you want to get comments and suggestions from him. It means you value his comments and suggestions. It's my pleasure, professor."

Schiller gently raised his eyelids and glanced at Jason. He was very obviously different from the little boy Schiller saw for the first time. He began to grow taller like Jason Todd in all universes. Big and very strong.

When he sat cross-legged on the cushion, he was not like a robin with a dark and rational temperament, but like a cuckoo with fluffy feathers, triumphant and fearless.

"Are you going to give me some advice?"

Jason thought for a while and then said: "Are you going to wear a coat? But it's not suitable for sitting on a camping stool, let alone a narrow fishing stool. It will make the hem of your clothes drag the floor."

“I can fish standing up.”

"Then you also want to play poker standing up?" Jason looked at him and asked, "Can you play poker? Can you play Texas Hold'em?"

Schiller seemed insulted. "I won every poker game in my life, no matter how it was played," he said.

Jason lowered his head and laughed, covering his mouth with his wrist, but he quickly put away his smile and said seriously: "But Texas Hold'em poker requires not only skills, but also luck. How's your luck?"

It was difficult for Schiller to answer his question. He just said: "I think even if there are shortcomings, I can make up for it with technology."

"Oh, no, of course not. I will definitely participate in the first round of cards you play tomorrow." Jason said, "Even if you play standing up."

Schiller folded the letter paper and put it into the envelope, sealed it with a wax seal, stood up with the letter and said: "If you lose, you have to write a book report for the week, and I will ask Alfred Supervise you."

"What about you? Professor, what if you lose?" Before Schiller could answer, Jason added, "How could I forget that you won't lose? After all, Bruce also learned his card-playing skills from you."

"I did not teach him to cheat and steal cards." Schiller denied it and said: "His game theory and psychoanalytic skills are a heavy blow to my teaching reputation."

"I didn't say he stole cards. In fact, no one said that, because we have no evidence." Jason put his hand on his head and sighed, "That's how it is on the card table. If you don't catch the current situation, there's nothing you can do. "

"Then why did Gordon want to capture Jack?"

"He was so angry." Jason said, "And he was emboldened. Even if he directly sentenced Jack to death, he would definitely be able to find corresponding crimes in Jack's resume. This is why Jack did not resist."

"There is a traitor among a group of good people. He is naturally the first target of suspicion, because he is different from them and naturally has no right to speak."

"Isn't it true that no one has a say in the face of Bruce Wayne?"

"Of course not, Bruce Wayne isn't going to show up at a barbecue stand and play poker with a bunch of weird guys."

"The Joker won't either...well, he probably does, so you're saying that if someone cheats tomorrow, I'll be the first to be suspected?"

"It's possible." Jason rolled his eyes and said, "Without evidence, whoever is the weirdo among the crowd will of course be suspected."

"But I wouldn't be the first suspect." Schiller picked up the envelope in his hand, shook it and said, "He is."

A car drove into the cool morning fog, and then slowly stopped by a forest. Victor pushed the door open, and then opened the door for Anna next to him.

Anna wore a sportswear, got out of the car, stretched her arms, took a deep breath and said, "It's great to have money. If I lived here, I would have to run ten miles every morning."

Victor picked up the phone and asked: "Hello? Nora, where have you driven? Have you arrived at Xiangzhang Street? Okay, I understand."

Ana turned to look at him and said, "What's wrong?"

"Gewell's daughter is a little carsick. They are parked on the side of the road to take some air. They may have to arrive ten minutes late. Let's take our things over first."

Ana nodded and started to move things out.

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Except for the two of them, the entire car was filled with all kinds of camping supplies, ingredients, and fishing equipment in the back seat and trunk, divided into four packages and two boxes.

"Why did you bring so much stuff?"

When Schiller's voice suddenly appeared, Victor was so frightened that he almost threw the things in his hands.

He saw Schiller coming from the fog, wearing a black coat and a gray scarf. He sighed and said, "Can you stop being so elusive? I almost threw the bait out."

"I remember telling you I had everything ready."

"But I bet you missed something." Victor put the box on top of the trunk with some difficulty and said: "You are not the kind of person who would ask an experienced neighbor for necessary items for a camping party. , Schiller, you wouldn’t do that.”

"It's more likely that you just found a piece of grass and then expected that tents, tables and chairs would grow here on their own, and you couldn't imagine any interesting entertainment activities. Fortunately, I read the fishing report and knew that there was a good stream here. ”

Victor showed a triumphant expression, similar to "See how well I understand you", and then said in an attitude of asking for praise: "So I brought all the camping supplies we could find at home, including fish. Rods and poker, and even a frisbee! We’ll have a great time camping here.”

Schiller snorted coldly, walked over and picked up a box. Victor and Anna both carried things and walked behind him. After arriving on the lawn, the two sighed at the beautiful scenery here, while gritting their teeth and cursing as they walked. The rich guy in front of them.

After crossing the gentle slope of a lawn and passing between two dense beech trees, Anna and Victor were stunned.

Here is the south bank of the stream, a piece of flat and hard land, with a crystal clear river in front and dense trees behind.

Three canopies have been set up near the big tree, with neat camping tables and chairs placed underneath, fishing benches placed near the stream, and barbecue grills and food boxes placed downwind of these two places.

It was still early at this time, and the early morning mist lingered above the dyed woods. The other side of the stream was golden, bright orange, deep red and even blue. The dull sunlight was like the water of the long river of time, washing this into a A weather-beaten Impressionist painting, Gotham's late autumn always carries this silent and sad beauty.

Schiele stood in the center of the frame, turned back and smiled at the two people, and then made an extremely inappropriate voice loud enough to cause the birds in the forest to curse again.

"God, how many fucking years do I have to work to afford such a house?!!" Anna had already started to roar, "If I buy it, I will fish here for days and nights, who? Don’t even try to drive me away!”

"No one will drive you away, madam." Schiller took the box from Anna's hand and said: "But I suggest you go home at night, otherwise you may cause some disturbance to the neighbors."

"Why? They like night fishing?"

"Night is not a good time to fish, but it can be something else."

"Oh, I understand, killing people and leaving their bodies, right?" Anna went to the river and looked at it and said, "No wonder the fish is so fat. It must taste very good. Have you prepared the seasoning for grilled fish?"

"Pamela said she would bring it." Victor added: "When we received your invitation to host a camping trip, everyone suffered from an anxiety called 'I'm afraid Schiller won't be able to do anything.' disease."

"We think you are doing a performance art, the theme is to call us all near your house to be in a daze, or you just want to hold your academic conference in a more natural environment."

“So we corresponded overnight and everyone brought everything they could to make sure we were going to have a real campout.”

Schiller said helplessly: "The condiments are in the box over there. What do you think I am? A lizard man disguised as a human?"

"I thought of a lizard man joke."

"Don't tell me, let me see your fishing rod." Schiller walked over and took the box from Victor's hand and said, "No surprise, it's a bargain."

"You can actually tell the value of a fishing rod?"

"Why do I always feel that you have some misunderstandings about me?" Schiller squinted his eyes and looked at Victor and said, "What image do I have in your eyes?"

"It's not important." Anna chose to ignore the topic and said: "It's okay to bring more things, such as fishing rods. I guess what you prepared is not enough, because no matter who sees the water conditions here, they will want to come. Two shots.”

"Can you fish, ma'am?"

"Don't be kidding, fishing with lures doesn't require any skills." Anna shook her head and said, "Unless you are talking about making your own fake bait, I don't know how to do that, but I can still throw the rod and wait for the fish to bite."

"Then you are too shallow." Victor took out a fishing rod and said, "You must not often read fishing newspapers. It says that you should choose different fishing rods according to different hydrological conditions to catch different fish. There are also different starting techniques.”

"You sound like a complete theorist." Anna said sarcastically: "There are theorists in fishing. Do you want to compete?"

"Come on, I'll make you understand that theory is very important in any field."

After that, the two of them approached the river bank with fishing rods. Victor looked up at the stream and said: "Is there a lake there?"

"Yes, we saw it when we drove over, but it's a big lake."