civilwarnovels Chapter 2587: Xiao Xiao Down (71)
Chapter 2587: Xiao Xiao Down (71)
Chapter 2587: Xiao Xiao Down (Seventy-one)
When Schiller returned to his house, Jonathan was sleeping soundly on the sofa, Valentine was napping on a recliner on the back porch, and Martin was simply sleeping on the floor with his legs kicked up.
Schiller woke them all up. They sat there in a daze, like wandering souls. Jonathan, with dark circles under his eyes, muttered, "I really can't stand it anymore. I don't want to kill anyone anymore. I just want to sleep now."
Valentine raised his trembling arms and said, "I don't think I can bear such high-intensity labor. I need to rest."
"He really can't eat any more. The ancestor god said he really can't eat any more." Martin wailed, "This is simply too outrageous."
"But I have already disposed of all the corpses." Schiller clapped his hands and said, "And what you mean is that you are not going to find new ones, but sneak away with so many prey."
"That's not even prey." Jonathan roared, "I feel like a pieceworker in a factory! So why don't I actually go to a factory and do this job instead?! Pieceworkers aren't that tired!"
"Professor, not everyone is like you who doesn't need rest." Valentine said sincerely, "Insufficient rest will seriously affect our work efficiency. It would be bad if it damages our organs."
Schiller looked at them, hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, let's take a break this afternoon and start working again in the evening."
Everyone was as if they had been pardoned, completely ignoring Schiller who was shaking his head and muttering "You are worse than college students."
Suddenly, Schiller seemed to have thought of something. He ignored the three people who were crawling upstairs to sleep like zombies, and took out his mobile phone to start sending emails.
"Lonerd, I know you often go out hunting. Come over and do me a favor. I can give you an extra half credit..."
"Aguna, stop thinking about that little lover in your basement. I'm not interested in hearing your love stories. If you're really as proficient in surgical techniques as you say, then come over. There are credits for you. My address is..."
"Simmons, your brother didn't answer the phone. I guess he went to the sewer to dump the body again. There's no signal. Tell him to come to my new home as soon as possible. There's a work-study program here..."
"Victor, is Pamela having a mixed day and night again? She won'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 doodles, just come over here now..."
Schiller sent more than a dozen emails in one go. Soon, most of the emails received responses. 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 I'll earn more than you working outside. Come here quickly."
More than an hour after Schiller sent the group text message, students arrived one after another. Schiller stopped them in the front yard and looked at them with a critical and stern look.
These dozen or so people are all graduate students and doctoral students, all of them are students on campus, but some of them are not from the psychology department, but majored in psychology in their undergraduate studies and then studied other majors. What they have in common is that they have all studied under Schiller and their grades are quite good.
So they were all used to Schiller's gaze, and some of them even rushed up the stairs and asked Schiller where the project was with a grin.
"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 you came out of the sewer? Take off your coat first, and then go take a shower in the tool room in the backyard."
"Pamela...Pamela!!! Have you not slept for several nights? Can you wake up a little?...Okay, go to the sofa and 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. If you can't fix the exterior, at least help me restore the refrigeration function."
"You two wait here for a while. Someone will come to collect the things and move the two boxes at the door over."
Fortunately, Schiller's new house was also a big villa. Even if more than a dozen people were thrown in, there would not be any splash. Under his command, the house was gradually restored to tidiness.
Pamela was so sleepy that she fell headfirst onto the sofa. When she woke up, it was already evening.
She was dizzy from sleeping and wanted to get a bottle of cold beer to sober herself up. She staggered to the freezer and opened it, revealing an arm full of ice.
Very good, it seems that I haven’t woken up 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 fellow brothers and sisters have already finished their work. Don't think that you have any special treatment just because you are Victor's student. If you don't get up, you won't get any extra credits for today."
Pamela didn't respond.
"Okay, then go to sleep. I won't take you with me when we divide the money later."
Pamela's eyes widened.
She stared at Schiller and said, "Share the money? Share what money? Did you rob a bank?"
Several students in the kitchen laughed wildly.
Schiller sighed and said, "You are such a good student of mine. Are you surprised that I didn't rob a bank?"
"I just don't think there's any other way you can get money except this way," Pamela said. "As far as I know, people like you are not destined to make money."
"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, miss."
Schiller pulled out a box from under the sofa, opened it with a click, and inside was full of green banknotes.
Pamela ejected from the sofa, and with a whoosh, a vine grabbed the box, and the next second green banknotes fell from the sky.
Pamela was stunned.
It’s not because of the scene he created, but because all the money falling from the sky is real money, real Franklin US dollars.
"Where did you get so much money?" Pamela roared, "You said you didn't rob a bank! What's more important is that you robbed the bank without me!!!"
"This is much more profitable than robbing a bank," one of the students said, shaking a bloody scalpel in his hand. "And it's safer. Apart from being a little tiring, it's perfect."
"What on earth did you do?" Pamela asked puzzledly.
“I just found a normal way to make money.”
"How on earth are you normal?"
"It's not immoral," Schiller said. "It might not even be illegal. Isn't that normal?"
Pamela expressed deep doubt.
Then, with Schiller's introduction, she gradually understood how the production line worked.
The target of these clones sent by Amanda is serial killers such as Schiller. Conversely, as long as it can be confirmed that someone is a serial killer, there is a high probability that there are clones around him.
Schiller got a machine from Batman in the main universe. As long as he installed the parts that simulated brain waves on the clones, he could conduct a wide-area search of brain waves and find the location of the clones around him.
Then the killer team, currently Jonathan and four students with such experience, are going to kidnap the target clone back, or just keep him alive.
After bringing them back, the surgical team led by Valentine removed their valuable organs, placed them in professional preservation boxes sent by the organ dealers, and stored them in freezers.
Before they died, the witchcraft group led by Martin sacrificed their souls to the ancestral gods, allowing the ancestral gods to quickly digest them and then give the power back to the witchcraft group.
Finally, the follow-up team led by Schiller sorted the remaining parts, and those parts that were insignificant and had no surplus value were directly handed over to the organ traffickers to be taken away and disposed of.
Some of the usable parts are handed over to humans like Fate, and the remaining value returns to the natural project team, completing the great cycle of heaven and earth.
In the end, there were some parts left that were difficult to clean but had particularly easy-to-find features. The fishing team made them into bait and took them to the lake to feed the fish. The caught fish were eaten as dinner.
In this way, the value of the clones was squeezed out completely, and every part of the body was perfectly utilized.
Pamela was silent after hearing this, because she found that this did not seem to violate morality or the law, but it was too weird. How could she comment on it? It was difficult for her to comment.
Who on earth can carry out murder and corpse disposal to such an extent without violating the law or even morality?
Although Pamela herself is not very normal, she still wants to say for the thousandth time that Schiller is a lunatic!
Schiller called her over so that she could take away the last remaining part, which was the most difficult to deal with blood.
Blood would have a strong smell if left somewhere, and as a liquid, it would easily leak or get stuck in some corner that is not easily noticed. It would also have color if poured directly into the lake. The blood in one or two people's bodies was okay, but if there was too much, it would be a huge trouble.
Schiller thought that watering the flowers with water was the same as watering them with blood, and it could also save Pamela some water bills.
Pamela says you and your housekeeper have very similar gardening skills.
However, Pamela finally accepted the conditions, because Schiller said that she could offer her soul to the Green of All Things. In fact, the Green of All Things had no use for 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, Green of All Things didn't know the whole process. He thought Pamela had an argument with someone and accidentally killed someone, so she hoped he could help settle the trouble.
As a recognized good boss, how could Wanwuzhilu not help? So when Pamela submitted the project, he signed it with a stroke of the pen.
Then I almost got stuffed to death.
After experiments, Schiller and his team discovered that clones do have souls, but their souls are in the form of infants.
Because he often deals with Lucifer, Schiller also understands some of the underlying laws of how the world works. To use computer terms, 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 speaking, the universe can accommodate infinite human individuals, which means that computer memory is infinite, 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 that will be added in the universe is basically fixed.
The way clones are born is almost exactly the same as that of human babies. From a scientific point of view, both are conceived in the embryo, but clones are born as adults with implanted memories, while babies need to grow up through growth and learning.
From the magic side, the soul is ignited after brain wave synchronization, but the clones are ignited by scientists, while babies are ignited by the brain wave synchronization of their parents.
Therefore, when the number of human births is limited, the birth of clones takes up baby quotas. One more clone means one less baby. It does not mean that one baby will be killed, but that the egg will not be fertilized from the beginning, no embryo will be born, and naturally there will be no baby.