The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 164 The Long Easter ([-])

Spring thunder exploded over the east coast, followed by heavy rain, the puddles on the tree-lined road reflected the skylight from the gaps in the dark clouds, countless raindrops slapped on the dense leaves, and the sound of rinsing and rinsing came from the window Come on, it is cold spring rain outside the house, but it is warm inside the house.

Schiller gently flipped through the textbook in his hand, the sound of paper rubbing was completely covered by the sound of rain, he cleared his throat, had to raise his volume, and said, "It's Easter in one week, the dinner of the Psychology Society It will start at 06:30 p.m. on Easter Day, and students who want to participate should register before [-]:[-]."

As he spoke, Schiller paused for a moment, looked at the heavy rain outside the window, and then said: "There have been thunderstorms in the city in recent days, please bring umbrellas when you go out, it is estimated that if the rainfall continues to increase, there will be a possibility of flooding , please pay attention to the evacuation notice..."

After he finished speaking, he packed up his textbooks and planned to leave. At this time, Evans, who was sitting in the first row, stood up, walked to the side of the podium, and whispered to Schiller: "Professor, it has been raining too much in the past few days. Many students were unable to attend work on time, so homework..."

"Pay it later. Tell everyone, remember to inform their parents. If the rain continues, evacuation may be carried out at any time in the next two days, so that they can pay attention to the movements of the local gangsters..."

Evans took out a timetable and said: "In the past, the Easter party would be held on the evening of the same day, but this year, our new principal moved the banquet forward two days, which happened to be staggered with the community dinner. ..."

Evans told Schiller about the arrangement for the meeting. When the two were discussing in a low voice, Bruce came over. Evans glanced at him. Schiller said to Evans, "Let's make this plan first. I will confirm with you afterwards."

After Evans left, Bruce said directly: "The recent rain has been too heavy, and Gotham's drainage system is very problematic. I want to go back to Wayne Building and watch to prevent floods from happening."

"Absolute leave, and besides, it seems that they have broken their defenses."

"I'll talk about this later." Bruce looked around cautiously, as if he was afraid of the crowds here.

When Schiller returned to his office, Victor was holding a goose egg and gesturing up and down with a paintbrush. Schiller walked over, took a look at the goose egg, and said, "Where did you get this? You Shouldn't you be digging out the swan's nest on the lake?"

"Of course not, do I look like such a boring person?" Victor took a paintbrush, dipped in blue paint, and drew the shape of a star on the goose egg. Said: "The logistics department has prepared 5 Easter eggs for each professor. We have to paint them before the festival and give them to the students."

"This is amazing." Schiller said with a smile: "Shouldn't they give it to us after painting? God knows how tiring I am teaching them."

"Of course they will also give away, but it may be the finished product, after all, not many people can draw."

"Actually, I quite like this job. I wanted to be a painter when I was a child." Victor put his head in front of the egg, and took a smaller paintbrush to perfect the details of the star.

Schiller shrugged and walked back to his seat. He saw that there were indeed several goose eggs on the seat. He picked up one and looked at it and said, "The recent precipitation is really outrageous. Look at the weather forecast." Yet?"

Anna at the next table was also drawing an egg. She raised her head and said to Schiller: "This place doesn't have sunny days a year, but this time it rains so much that my rain boots can hardly hold up." used."

"Just now I heard from my students that the time for this Easter party has been brought forward?" Schiller sat on the chair and began to fiddle with those brushes and paints.

"Yes, in order to hold more activities, our principal has moved up the time of the banquet, so the time of the corresponding dance has also been moved forward."

"Why did he do this? Where can there be so many activities?" Victor asked with some doubts.

"This is the first major holiday in his first year in office. Maybe the new principal wants to show us something. In addition to banquets, dances and dinners, I heard that there are also sessions for bible exchange, prayer and singing."

"He doesn't look like a very devout believer. Why does he suddenly attach so much importance to Easter?"

The three of them shook their heads. Schiller looked at the goose eggs on the table. He gestured twice with a paintbrush. Just as he was about to paint, Victor stood with a freshly painted egg. Get up, proudly said: "Look, this, look at my drawing."

The egg he held in his hand had many stars painted on it, using red and blue color schemes, which looked like the Stars and Stripes, but because the goose egg is an ellipse, most of the stars were deformed, and some places were not painted uniform.

Anna teased him and said, "I didn't know that you are so patriotic. The designer of the national flag will be moved to tears when he sees your work."

"Please." Victor complained, "It's hard for me to draw on a flat surface, let alone a round goose egg. Isn't that good?"

Anna looked down at her work again, and found that it was not as good as Victor's. She threw down the pen a little annoyed, and said, "This damn rainy day blocked my thinking, and the paper didn't go well. What those students wrote I can't even watch..."

"I found out from two weeks ago that the biggest harm of continuous rainy days is to make their brains flooded."

"Don't be kidding, it's full of water even if it doesn't rain."

All three sighed. Obviously, the quality of students at Gotham University is really worrying. Victor looked at the egg in his hand and said, "I don't think they will be interested in this thing. They prefer bullets, or Put some flammable plants here."

"That's it. I'm going to go to the store to buy some ready-made ones. No one will find them anyway." Anna stood up and said, Schiller stopped her and said, "Bring me some too, thank you."

After Anna left, Victor and Schiller looked at each other, and Schiller said, "Then what are you going to do? Don't tell me, you really plan to stuff something into the goose egg..."

"I plan to finish drawing them, and then randomly find a few unlucky people to give them. If they dare to dislike my ugly drawing, then I will fail them."

"By the way." Victor stood up and said, "The blueprint of the freeze gun you gave me last time, I studied it and found that it seems not suitable for ordinary people to use."

"Really? Why do you say that?"

"Just pulling out the clip requires a lot of force, and if the thrust is not enough when replacing it, there will be a risk of fluid leakage."

"This gun seems to be designed for use by well-trained soldiers or strongmen. If I come, before I fire the gun, the fluid leakage will freeze my arm."

What Schiller gave Victor was the blueprint of the freeze gun developed by Peter.

When Victor said this, Schiller understood that the person who developed this gun was the mighty Spider-Man, and the people who used this gun were not only Iron Man and Captain America, but also members of S.H.I.E.L.D. Secret agents, at worst, are also well-trained armed police officers.

Of course, these people can ignore strength or recoil, but researchers like Victor can't do it. Schiller said to Victor: "Then how do you plan to improve? Do you have any ideas?"

"Of course. In fact, I just came to invite you to go to the laboratory with me. I need a test subject. I think the size and strength of the two of us are similar. I want you to help me test the sample I made. .”

Shiller shrugged and said, "Well, I hope you can get the data you want."

When the two went out, the thunderstorm had basically stopped, but there was too much water on the road. Victor shook his wet shoe toe and complained: "The drainage system in the school is really bad. It has been stopped for more than an hour, but the water on the ground has not been discharged at all."

Schiller looked around and didn't see any drainage ditches or drains on the surface. He thought about it and found that the entire Gotham seemed to be like this. The drainage system was very poor, and it was fine when it was raining continuously. , Once there is large-scale precipitation in a short period of time like today, the whole city seems to be flooded, and you can enjoy the sea view without leaving your home.

Just like being immune to fear gas, Schiller is also immune to this rain. At least the symbiote gray mist in his body has not found any abnormalities.

After arriving at the laboratory with Victor, the two chatted for a while, and Schiller began to help Victor test the freezing gun.

After Victor recorded several sets of experimental data, Schiller said to him: "What about the low temperature generator?"

"That's actually not a problem. It has a lot of power. If the energy is sufficient, it can freeze a large area."

"Can you still increase the power? How much can it go up to?"

Victor looked at Schiller with some surprise and said, "There is no upper limit, but what do you need such a large power for?"

"Can I ask you to make a few more? I may be useful in the future." Schiller said thoughtfully.

Victor didn't ask, but agreed to him.

Schiller found that Victor was a little distracted, and he asked, "Did you not sleep well recently?"

"No, but I've been in a trance recently." Victor shook his head and said, "Usually I can concentrate even if I stay in the laboratory all night, but recently I started to feel sleepy before midnight."

"It may be that there have been too many rainy days recently. Rainy days will make people feel depressed, and the humid air is not good for the body, so try to go out as little as possible."

Schiller turned his head and looked out the window. At some point, the rain that had stopped began to fall again intermittently, and it became more and more urgent.

Schiller thought, looking at the ridiculous amount of precipitation in Gotham recently, you can tell that the court of owls is in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)