The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1160 Professor (Thirty)
Clark, who was studying angel wings, found that the bat cat suddenly jumped out of his arms and jumped to the ground. The black cat grabbed the ground with its long sharp claws, arched its body, and the hair on its back exploded. There was also a "hissing" sound in his throat.

He hugged the black cat's waist with both hands, picked it up from the ground, and hugged it in his arms. Schiller touched the head of the bat cat with his hands, but the bat cat just kept struggling, trying to get out of the black cat's body. Jumped out of Schiller's arms.

"Hey, Professor, don't hug it like this. It doesn't like others touching its tail. Come, give it to me." Clark walked over and held out his hand to Schiller. At this moment, Batcat suddenly Stop making a fuss, it desperately winked at Clark, as if it wanted him not to come here now.

However, no matter how good Clark's eyesight is, he cannot be expected to read the wink of a cat. It is difficult for humans to read any meaningful information from a cat's face, let alone a black cat whose expression is almost invisible. cat.

Schiller scratched the bat cat's chin, and the bat cat raised its face instinctively, but the next second, it began to struggle again, shivering continuously.

"Professor, I'm sorry for ruining your bookstore." Clark scratched his head and said, "I will try to clean up this place as much as possible, but if I want to fix it, I'm afraid I can only go to Bruce."

After finishing speaking, Clark looked sideways at the corner of the street, and said inexplicably, "Just now, he walked very fast, the car almost speeded up, and I don't know what to do..."

Hearing this, Batcat's eyes widened, and it let out a "meow" at its throat, but the hoarse voice unique to Batman made its meow sound more like a howling of terror.

Clark immediately fell on the face of the bat cat, and the bat cat tried his best to wink at Clark. After raising the bat cat for so long, Clark could understand some of its actions, so he repeated I repeated my last sentence: "The car almost speeded up, and I don't know what to do..."

"Oh!" Clark exclaimed, and suddenly realized: "Before he left, he said that he was going...to write a thesis?"

Clark saw that Schiller's complexion improved slightly in an instant, but then he froze, as if he didn't know how he had such an instinctive reaction.

Schiller sighed softly, looked behind Clark and said, "What's the matter with that winged guy lying on the ground?"

Clark scratched his head, turned around and looked over, and said, "Actually, I don't know either. That mumbling magician threw bombs at the bookstore. I think he should be a bad guy. My dad always taught me, no Those who take good care of books are bad people."

"He threw a few air bombs that I couldn't see, which almost hit you and the little girl just now. He was totally acting like a terrorist. He said that he was going to summon something. After a while, this The so-called angels came."

Clark shook his head, looking a little helpless, he said: "Currently liars are getting more and more careless. It is clearly stated in the Bible that when angels appear on the stage, there will be a holy light, and they will never harm children, but this An angel is really a bit..."

Clark showed a embarrassed expression, because he remembered that when he flew above the clouds, he saw that the angel was really splitting the dark clouds over Gotham, and he couldn't split them at all. Common sense told him that a real angel It won't be so frustrating.

Schiller passed Clark and walked in front of the angel. When he saw his face, Schiller was stunned for a moment, because he looked exactly like the ancient one. Is this the movie version of Gabriel?
But then, Schiller thought about it, even if it was the movie version of Gabriel, he wouldn't be beaten up like this as soon as he came out, right?If he remembered correctly, the movie version of Gabriel is also considered an intellectual villain, and now that Constantine is gone, why is she still in Gotham?
Schiller, who felt that there were many doubts in it, did not talk too much nonsense. Under Clark's surprised gaze, Schiller snapped his fingers, and a halo appeared on his head. Under Clark's even more shocked gaze, Schiller turned the halo took it down.

Schiller held the aperture in his hand and said, "Hey, is anyone there? Can someone help me? Who is this guy?"

After finishing speaking, Schiller stared at the aperture, and after a while, a faint light appeared in the center of the aperture, a vague shadow appeared on it, and a pleasant neutral voice came: "Hello, if you want to identify the members of heaven For the lineage you belong to, please use the sacred reciting magic circle."

"Is there an easier way?" Schiller asked.

"That can also use Holy Light to descend."

"Easier."

"...hit him with the aperture."

"Thank you."

"boom!"

The angel who was about to get up just now was smashed to the ground by the aperture again. The aperture emitted a faint light, and there was another "bang", the figure of the angel disappeared, leaving only a faint gleam The feathers slowly fell to the ground.

Schiller walked over, bent down to pick up the feather, looked at it in his hand, and then looked back at the ruined bookstore.

Clark came over, and just as he was about to ask, Schiller turned around and walked into the bookstore, picked up the phone that survived the disaster, and dialed a number.

"Hey, Lucifer? ... Oh, it's like this, nothing else, I just want to say, I want to return the feather to you, do you have time to come and get it?"

"No, it's nothing, but I picked up another Gabriel's feather. I think it is more valuable for collection, so your feather can be returned to you... That's it, bye."

With a "snap", Schiller hung up the phone, and then he whispered for the first time: "Three, two..."

"Schiller!!! What nonsense are you talking about?!!! Don't try to lie to me!! How can you have Gabriel...Damn it, why is this bald chicken still shedding hair all over the world!!!! !"

With a "whoosh", the feather on Schiller's hand disappeared. Although Lucifer did not appear at all, Gabriel will not be very quiet for a while.

With the utmost patience, he solved the problems he was facing now, and Schiller finally couldn't stand his poor hygiene. He rushed back to the Rodriguez Manor as quickly as possible, took a shower, and changed his clothes. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Previously, the poor environment near the bookstore prevented Schiller from fully concentrating. After returning to the manor, he finally had time to take a closer look at what happened during the time when he was lazy.

In fact, Schiller had guessed a long time ago that letting a personality with a lazy attribute lead the class would definitely cause some troubles, but so far, he felt that, except for the first sight of the post-war ruins scene, there was a slight impact In addition, the severity of these disturbances is still within his acceptable range.

Schiller calmly began to look through the previous memories... His calmness only lasted about ten seconds, because recalling along the timeline, a rotten pig's ear appeared in his mind. The letter put together by the pig's ears was actually picked up by his own hand.

Schiller shuddered, stood up from the sofa with a "bass", and then began to shout: "Merkel! Merkel! Where are you? Go and open the mailbox, Rodriguez The Manor will never need a mailbox!!!"

Schiller yelled while circling in situ, but he didn't hear Merkel's response, and he became anxious again, so he walked quickly towards the garden. At this time, Merkel should be trimming the hedge.

Through the window close to the garden, Schiller did see Merkel's figure, so he quickened his pace and walked towards Merkel, but the next second, he was stumbled by something on the ground.

Schiller stabilized his center of gravity, looked down, and saw that it was actually a metal part. Schiller immediately moved a step to the side, farther away from it, but he still saw a trace of rotten flesh hanging on the side of the metal part.

Following the tumbling traces of the parts on the soil, Schiller turned around and saw a pit that had just been dug out. At this moment, Merkel, the housekeeper in full armor, pulled a horrible doll with his gloved hands. Moved it over and threw it into the pit.

Schiller gasped, but then quickly covered his mouth and nose, looked at Merkel and asked, "What the hell is this?!"

"I don't know. I heard from Alfred that it seems to be a puppet made of limbs after a lunatic killed someone. He likes to climb over the courtyard wall of the manor area when he has nothing to do. This is already the third one I have solved. Oh my god, it's disgusting!"

Schiller ran back to the middle of the room as fast as he could. Through the glass, he pointed to where the puppet was, and shouted to Merkel: "Don't tell me, you buried this thing in the In my garden??!!"

Merkel looked at him ignorantly, and said, "But before, I used to deal with the fertilizer that went over the wall and entered the hospital in this way... Oh, by the way, normally, it should be burned, but because the metal parts burned I couldn’t drop it, so I just buried it.”

Schiller covered his forehead, he felt a little suffocated, so he turned back, not looking at the terrible scene.Breathing heavily, until the air in the whole room seemed to be evacuated by him, Schiller finally recovered a little.

"It's okay, it's okay, there are many lunatics, there are always a few who don't like cleanliness, cleanliness is a disease, I want to be an ordinary person, I can't care about them..." Schiller muttered in a low voice, buried his head in himself walk into the bedroom.

Two minutes later, Schiller came to the mailbox in front of the Rodriguez manor with a logging ax in hand.

And when he raised the axe, he suddenly found that the small flag on the mailbox was upright, which meant that someone had put something in the mailbox.

But his hand wielding the ax had already fallen, and with a "click", the mailbox was chopped down, and with a "snap", the metal door of the mailbox that hit the ground was knocked open, and a stack of paper fell out of it. Paper.

Schiller didn't take it with his hands, he just took the feller's ax and pushed the stack of papers aside.

Then he found that what was placed on it was a sample of his thesis published. This poor magazine had been lying in this mailbox where the rotten pig's ear had once been placed. I don't know how long it had passed.

Schiller slowly stretched out his hand, covered his heart, and looked at the other papers on the ground.

That was today's newspaper. As soon as Schiller opened the sample, he saw the headline on the front page of the newspaper...

"The murderer in the horrific serial murder case committed another crime. In the first case, he cut off his ears, and in the second case, he gouged out his eyes. The murderer's brutality is far beyond imagination! Citizens are requested to be vigilant..."

Schiller took a deep breath, and in an instant, his expression became dull.

In the next second, the door of the elevator of the Thinking Tower opened, and the arrogant man in a black suit rushed to a room briskly, slamming the door and shouting.

"Sick! Someone plagiarized your academic achievements!!!"

　Like a student, there must be a teacher

　
(End of this chapter)