Chapter 3004: Green Trees, Thick Shade, Long Summer (XII)

Chapter 2978 The green trees are dense and the summer is long (12)

Schiller is still investigating the serial killer principal. He applied to the city hall for permission to view educational materials, hoping to find information on the previous principal of the boarding school where Edward attended.

But as expected, the data was gone. It must have been manually erased. Not only the data of the previous principal was missing, but also the data of all previous principals were lost.

Then I went to check the historical records of personnel appointments and dismissals in the Ministry of Education. However, the work level of Gotham City Hall was really unsatisfactory. It was impossible to keep records in multiple copies, and the search was chaotic.

For the current plan, we can only go to the school for an on-site visit. After all, the current female principal is also suspected. If nothing can be seen in the information, it does not mean that there is really no problem at all.

But it was indeed a bit suspicious to visit a high school so rashly. Schiller talked to Edward again and found out that the high school he attended had a football team.

Schiller has a good relationship with the players and coaches of the Gotham University football team, and people think he is a football fan because he is always there after every game.

Schiller suggested to the coach that he go to high schools to see if there are any good prospects, and the coach did not doubt that he was there. The situation in the United States is such that playing well is a direct path to prestigious universities.

But when he saw that Schiller had found such a remote boarding school, the coach also felt a little confused. However, after getting along with him for so many years, he understood Schiller's temper and could tell that the professor was not in a good mood. He didn't ask any more questions.

Arriving at the school, the headmistress was indeed very happy. Their school was too remote and had average financial status. There were not many opportunities to go out to play games. It was difficult for the players to find a good way out. Gotham University was already the best choice.

Schiller took a closer look at the female principal and found that it was similar to what he thought. This principal was not the kind of serial murderer who would kill students. She was more conscientious and did a good job in school management.

And in the school, Schiller finally found a reliable appointment and removal record of the principal. The last principal was a middle-aged man, and the last principal was an older man. It is difficult to trace back.

I heard from the female principal that she took office relatively late and came to teach at this school after Edward had already entered Arkham Asylum. This meant that something happened to Edward during the last term of the principal.

The last principal was not transferred because of work mistakes, but precisely because he did a good job and was transferred to a better school in the West District.

Schiller had to drive to the school in the West End to meet with the previous principal. He believed that the other party was highly suspicious, but after meeting him, he discovered that he was unlikely to be a serial killer.

This principal is younger than the female principal. It can be said that he is in his prime, ambitious and quite capable. The school is also prospering under his care. The rugby team has achieved great results repeatedly. If nothing else, the two Within this year, this person may be employed in a university or directly enter the Ministry of Education.

Then Schiller went to investigate the old man again, only to learn that he had died two years ago. Judging from the time of employment and transfer, he should not have met Edward.

Schiller not only checked paper records, but also interviewed witnesses. Everyone's testimonies were correct, and the timeline was very clear. The distance between the only suspected male principal and the serial killer was as far as the Earth to Mars. The investigation reached a deadlock.

In the end, we have to start with Edward.

Schiller talked to Edward again, but it ended before it started. Because too frequent conversations and letting Edward recall the past were not good for his condition, Brand stopped him directly.

"I don't want anyone to interrupt any of my conversations, Brand, and I hope you understand this." After closing the door, Schiller turned to Brand and said in a tone that was obviously not very friendly.

"Don't you realize that you're a little out of control?" Brand didn't look good either. He said, "Even if you are no longer a professional doctor, you can't force a patient like this. You are just a professor of psychology, not a search warrant." The police officer ordered you to talk to the patient for the sake of our friendship. If you push further, I will call the police!"

Schiller was speechless. He was not even a private detective, just a university professor, but no one cared, and everyone was opening the door for him. It was indeed too much to push the envelope.

Looking at Schiller's ugly face, Brand slowed down and said, "You are a little anxious again. Vent your emotions on some unimportant things to prevent yourself from losing control. You want to track down the serial killer. I raise my hands." Keep your feet up, but don't involve Edward, okay?"

Schiller sat on the chair and said nothing, so Brand walked over and sat down opposite him, leaned forward, put his hand on the armrest of Schiller's chair and said, "How about you go back, drink some wine and have a good sleep? "

Speaking of wine, Schiller thought of the bottle of red wine again, so instead of comforting him, these words instantly set off alarm bells in his heart.

"Then why don't we all stop talking about it?" Schiller said: "You shouldn't always study those 'maybes' as a professional doctor, or stop pretending to be a doctor. It's hard for me to imagine a person with so many long hairs. How a monster with ugly tentacles swears that it understands human pathology, you are making a big deal out of both scientific and aesthetic aspects.”

Brand was stunned.

"You're going to say you're not? But everything about you is full of loopholes. How did you get in touch with my old self? Why did you come to Gotham almost at the same time as me? Have you never noticed my changes? What does that bottle of wine mean?"

"And you're a magician, but even Constantine can't tell you who your master is. You seem to have never paid a price for your magic. You also know a lot about the magic world, and even know about Zatanna's father's past."

"Isn't this something a pathologist can do? Aren't those bumps on your brain that are more than humans just for decoration?"

Brand looked at him.

"You doubt me?"

"Please don't say anything disgusting like 'the time we spent together is not fake'. If I have to choose one person from you monsters to accompany me, I would prefer the giant octopus, at least it can warm my stomach. As for you, I don't drink the red wine you sent me for no other reason, but your taste is too bad and you are very stingy. Can't you afford Lafite Castle? You can't surpass Batman in terms of money?"

"Besides, if you are targeting me, why do you look for my other personality traits? Do you think he will have more common topics with you? ? Is this your level of psychology? Then I can only say that you have the potential to surpass Bruce's papers in the trash of my mailbox. After all, you have many more tentacles than him. "

"Brand, since you have been hiding for so long, why are you suddenly exposed now? It can't be because our omniscient, omnipotent, great and supreme Lord is actually like the Laughing Bat, coveting the fat meat of the Doujie, right?"

When the name of the Laughing Bat came out, something finally couldn't hold it anymore, and the whole office began to ripple abnormally, as if everything in the world was made of water.

It was as if Schiller was not in his office now, but in a fish tank, as if he had become a helpless fish, and now the water was angry.

Schiller did not move, just staring at Brand coldly, watching the whites of his eyes replaced by black, and a thin golden light appeared in the middle of his pupils, dazzling as if it encompassed everything.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again in this situation, Schiller."

"You didn't expect a lot of things, such as bumping into the Laughing Bat and kissing passionately. You didn't expect that, did you?"

The rippling state suddenly disappeared. Schiller snorted disdainfully and said, "Why don't you continue? Did you find that you can't drag me into the illusion? If you want to do this, go and fight the guy with the Book of Destiny, or go to Lucifer. I look forward to seeing you in his pot. You and your favorite red wine will meet again in my stomach."

Brand stared at Schiller without saying a word.

"I don't understand why you are pestering me." Schiller said to himself, "When you and I went to deal with Barbatos together, I thought you were just interested in Gray Mist. After all, he is one of you, but if you were targeting me when I just got here, it would be much earlier than Gray Mist. Why is that?"

Brand remained silent.

"Since you don't want to talk, forget it." Schiller stood up and said, "I was too hasty about Edward's matter, but I am sure I didn't cause any bad influence on him. If there is any, I will take responsibility. I'm leaving first."

"No, Schiller." Brand said.

Schiller saw that the road in front of him turned a corner. This was not an illusion, but the real ability to modify the world. He couldn't get out of the room if he walked along this road.

"What are you going to do? Nyarlathotep?" Schiller looked back at Brand and said, "My patience is running out. You'd better..."

"You owe me money."

"......?"

Brand stood up. His movements were actually no different from usual. His use of language was also very precise. He was not a non-human who was playing dumb. This proved that he was not possessed.

"You borrowed my power and didn't return it."

Schiller was stunned.

Suddenly he remembered that it seemed to be the case.

My original body borrowed money all over the world, and then cancelled his account to avoid debt... Wait a minute, Nyarlathotep is also a cross-universe god, just like God and Lucifer, that is to say, it is useless to cancel your account in one universe, people can check your IP address.

"Hiss..." Schiller took a breath of cold air.

What is more terrible than being blocked by the creditor? It is scolding the creditor after being blocked by the creditor.

Schiller took a deep breath and walked back to the chair and sat down.

"But then again..." Schiller said with his back to Brand: "The red wine of Chateau Margaux is really good, do you want a glass?"

Two red wine glasses appeared on the table out of thin air, and the red wine with a familiar logo floated up by itself, and the wine fell into the glass.

Schiller pinched the bottom of one of the red wine glasses and waited until Brand sat down again before picking up the glass.

It's like you suddenly realize that a villain who keeps pestering you is actually your creditor. You borrowed his power, but you owed him for a long time, refused to return it, had a bad attitude, and tried every way to escape the debt.

He also invited you to stay in a luxury hotel and gave you thousands of dollars of red wine. You didn't drink it and sent your avatar to give it again.

But you threw a pile of shit on him and scolded him.

Schiller never felt guilty, but when he toasted, he still moved the mouth of the glass down a little, and the glass made a crisp sound.

Looking at the figure opposite him, Schiller raised his head and took a sip of red wine - it was really good.

"Cheers to the time we spent together."

Retribution