civilwarnovels Chapter 3562 Edge of Tomorrow (8)
Chapter 3562 Edge of Tomorrow (8)
Chapter 3562: Edge of Tomorrow (VIII)
The car drove to Schiller's own home. He had just arrived when Martian Manhunter Ron arrived. Before he could ask, Schiller transmitted all the information in his mind to him.
"Damn it!" Rong En cursed, "How dare these damn bastards do this?!"
"I should have thought of it earlier." Schiller said, "Please stay here for the next period of time and protect Barry's family. I have other things to do."
"Don't worry, leave it to me." Rong En nodded and said, "If there are still people who need protection, you can send them all over. I guarantee they will be fine."
"That's great." Schiller also nodded.
When he killed someone before, his body was stained with blood. Schiller went back to wash up, changed into a new set of clothes, and then said to Victor who was waiting at the door: "We have to go to Wayne Manor."
"They dare to attack the people of Wayne Manor?"
"Why not? Selina and Aisha seem to be the easiest to bully. Although I think they can handle the problem by themselves, they obviously don't have enough experience in destroying corpses. We have to help them."
When the car drove to the gate of Wayne Manor, Schiller heard Selina's cursing voice from a distance.
Alfred opened the gate of the manor and led them to the back garden without asking any questions. As expected, two male bodies were lying on the land in the back garden.
"These two sons of bitches, how dare they..." Selina had just said this when her keen hearing made her aware of Schiller's arrival. She turned around and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Schiller.
"You're just in time, Professor. Someone tried to attack us on the way home after I picked up Aisha, but I killed him. But I don't know what to do with this thing - this is not in the East District." Selina looked at the corpse on the ground with a little sadness.
Schiller walked over, turned the two men over, looked at their teeth and fingers, and then said, "Drug addicts and gangsters."
"It must be someone they hired," said Victor.
"Who do you think it is?"
"Isn't it the Diamond Street gang?"
"It could also be Brainiac." Schiller stood up and squinted his eyes. "He is best at creating a motive for others and then taking advantage of the situation to escalate the situation."
"Let's not talk about that for now," Schiller continued. "Alfred, wrap them up in two pieces of plastic sheeting and put them in the trunk of my car. I'll take care of it. Where's Elsa?"
"She went upstairs to do her homework. I know what you want to ask. She won't be scared by such a small thing."
Schiller nodded, took the plastic sheet of the awning from Alfred, wrapped the two bodies, tied them with ropes, and put them in the trunk.
After getting in the car, Victor looked at the direction he was driving and said, "Are you going to your old manor?"
"Yes. There may be a lot to deal with recently. I need to go back and get a potted plant."
"That would be the street that passes by Allen's house. It's very likely that something has happened by now. The Gotham Police Department will definitely set up a checkpoint on that street."
"It's not a big problem."
Under the illumination of the police car lights, the reflection of the cordon looked like a bright galaxy. The lights on the front and rear of the cars were connected, and each car was inspected and then slowly drove past the group of policemen like an old man.
When it was the turn of a Bentley, the trunk did not open immediately. The officer walked over and knocked on the window, which rolled down.
The young policeman took a deep breath and reached for the holster on his waist, but the old policeman who had already seen the license plate and walked over to check the trunk came over and held his hand.
"Good evening, Professor Schiller."
"Good evening. Can you let me in?"
"Of course." The old policeman nodded, turned on the indicator light on his hand and waved to let the car go. As the car started, he smiled at Schiller and said, "Your glasses are a little dirty, professor."
"Got it, thank you."
Schiller took off his glasses while driving, handed them to Victor in the passenger seat, and said, "Wipe them for me."
Victor took a tissue from the side and just covered the mirror with it, he saw a little bit of blood red staining from the back of the tissue. He turned the tissue over and saw the blood stain on the lens.
"No wonder the policeman wanted to pull out his gun just now." Victor said while wiping his glasses, "Couldn't you be more careful?"
"If I don't keep this trace, who would know that I killed someone?"
"Do you think Gordon is too idle?"
"On the contrary, he might be very busy next time, so I left some clues to tell him that it was me, so that he won't waste his energy on this."
"Why make the scene so bloody?" Victor couldn't help but ask.
"Brainiac won't be afraid, but humans will. Especially those speculators who have been sitting in the office for years, they have never seen such a bloody scene. After the media reports it, it should be enough to deter them."
"I'm afraid it won't be so easy to give up." Victor sighed and said, "Profits make people crazy. Brainiac really has a very accurate insight into human weaknesses. I'm afraid he will lose his composure this time."
"Barry didn't show up, but he didn't go home either. What do you think he did?"
Victor frowned slightly. Schiller continued, "Just because the Justice League is off duty doesn't mean they don't have a backup plan. Brainiac won't succeed."
"I hope so," Victor said. "Luckily, we don't have any superheroes at home, otherwise I'd have to clear out the storage room at home to display those living ice sculptures."
The car stopped in front of the manor. There was no one in the manor at this time. Schiller went into the back garden, picked up the potted plant of the little devil hexagon, and put it in the trunk of the car.
The two of them returned to Gotham University. Schiller found a place in the woods nearby, gave Rokukaku a midnight snack, and then moved him to the office.
After a busy day, Schiller finally sat down to rest for a while. Less than two minutes later, Shivana called.
"A friend asked me to ask you if you know Bruce's whereabouts. After all, you are his doctoral supervisor. Of course, it's okay if you don't know. I'm just asking casually."
"You can ask him to ask me in person."
"No." Sivana said quickly, "The people over at the FBI are quite short of people recently. I'm afraid they don't have time to go there."
"Then don't let them investigate this matter anymore, otherwise they will be even more short of people."
After hanging up the phone, Harley called again.
"Recently, people have been asking me where this person went and where that person went. I'm getting fed up with it! Is the Justice League really not going to show up?"
"They probably have some other plans." Schiller did not hide it from Harley. He said, "No matter how they treat Brainiac now, they will be fooled by him. They are not so stupid as to jump into the trap when they know it is ahead."
"They may choose to solve the problem from another level. But I don't know how to do it, and it has nothing to do with us."
"Okay." Harley said, "I'm planning to transform a mansion on the east bank of the Gotham River into our base. When can you come over to take a look?"
"Tomorrow."
"I knew it." Harley was a little helpless, but still hung up the phone.
Schiller sat in front of his computer and thought about it, but soon turned on his computer and started to check his emails. After reading a few papers, he thought it would be better to think about a plan to deal with Brainiac.
Just as he had this thought, a green icon suddenly popped up at the bottom of the computer screen, as if someone had sent him a message.
But none of the contact apps Schiller used were green. He thought it was a virus and didn't click it. As a result, the icon enlarged itself. Schiller then saw clearly that there was a green bald head printed on the round icon.
"Hello, Brainiac Intelligent Butler System is at your service. Professor, is there anything I can help you with?"
Schiller looked at the jumping pixel icon on the screen and was a little speechless. Then he said, "You have to install the software in a more realistic way. How do you know I'm a professor?"
"This is not difficult for a super AI, professor. Your information is public on the Internet and anyone can check it. This is not an invasion of privacy."
Schiller originally wanted to unplug the power cord directly, but when he glanced to the side, he happened to see more than 2000 unread emails on the mailbox interface, and suddenly an idea came to him.
"Okay, my computer butler, I need you to do me a favor now," Schiller said.
"Please go ahead, Professor. I'm happy to be of service."
"Help me process the emails in my mailbox. Just reply with a greeting. After reading the papers sent to me, annotate the whole paper. Find the errors in the papers and reply with revision suggestions of no less than 150 words for each error. Compare the repetition rate across the entire network, and propose separate revision suggestions for paragraphs with too high a repetition rate. Then give subsequent writing ideas and overall revision suggestions."
"Okay, Professor. We'll take care of it now?"
"Well, you handle it, I'm going to bed."
Schiller was not joking, he really went to bed, because he didn't get much sleep the night before and now he needed to catch up on some sleep.
When he woke up, it was already 6 o'clock in the morning. As soon as he got out of bed, he heard his computer in the office shouting:
"All mail has been processed, Professor. Would you like to come and see it?"
Schiller simply washed up, walked out and sat in front of the computer. At this moment, his mobile phone screen lit up and Victor sent him a message.
It was a website link. Schiller clicked on it and found that it was a review interface for a software, which happened to be the green bald man he had just seen.
"It's amazing! This is the best office software I've ever used. It helps me get everything done! I finally have a full weekend to relax!"
"The shopping suggestions he gave solved my problem perfectly. The size of the diapers was just right, the material was also very good, and there was a courier who delivered the goods to my door. I heard that the courier also used the navigation of this software..."
"I really don't know how to describe it. It helped me complete two weeks of art homework, and the paintings were quite good. My art teacher gave it a high evaluation. I thought artificial intelligence was not so good at art..."
“He helped me adjust the panel settings that I couldn’t adjust for a long time. It was awesome!”
Schiller looked at the comments carefully and found that these were not positive reviews from trolls, but that many people had indeed posted real reviews after using the software. The positive rate was as high as 99%, and the remaining 1% was due to hardware not supporting it.
Soon, Victor sent him another message:
"I swear, I didn't agree to let him help me debug the cryogenic chamber data, but I woke up and it was all done. Now Nora and I can finally take Billy on a hike."
Schiller looked up at the computer and saw the green bald man showing an eight-tooth smile and giving him a thumbs up.
Very good, this guy found that the hard way is not enough and is ready to try the soft way.