The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Schiller followed Pamela to the botany laboratory. After all, someone was in trouble just after giving the gift. It would be rude for the person receiving the gift to stand by and watch.

Gotham's Botany Laboratory is in the old laboratory building, not together with the High Energy Physics Laboratory and the Low Temperature Laboratory, but recent events have fully proven the necessity of the new laboratory building.

There are no particularly expensive instruments in this old laboratory building, so the rampage of plants has not caused much damage. If all the laboratories are crowded into one building, attacking plants will become the main culprit for the decline in the teaching quality of Gotham University.

Because the building was old, there was some water at the front entrance. Pamela and Schiller took a long detour and entered the experimental building through the side door: "It's not that I didn't take any defensive measures. A sprinkler with special plant toxins is installed, which is only effective against crazy beating plants. Once they escape from prison, the sprinkler will be activated, and the plants stained with plant toxins will immediately calm down without causing too much damage. of destruction.”

"Very prescient, Mademoiselle." Schiller looked out the window.

When we got to the third floor, the male student named Lant still looked a little shocked, but it was not because of the pile of plants lying on the ground. The botany majors were very accustomed to all this. No plant is like Pami. It can't be done.

Pamela also knew this, so she immediately stepped forward to help Lant and asked: "What's wrong? What scared you like this?"

"There is someone..." Lant took a deep breath, but still looked a little panicked. Schiller immediately stepped forward and held his shoulders, and said: "Take a deep breath, calm down, don't remember, focus on the current problem. "

"Oh, my God, are you Professor Rodriguez? Why are you here?"

"I'll follow Pamela and take a look."

Rant glanced at the plant corpses on the ground, with a look of regret on his face, and said, "Sorry, I made a mistake. The plants didn't escape from prison, they wanted to protect me."

Pamela's face immediately became serious. She walked into the botany laboratory with Lant and Schiller, asked Lant to sit down in front of the experimental table, and then she asked: "What's going on? From now on?" Start talking when you get here.”

"Aren't I doing plant toxin sample analysis recently? Because I couldn't finish writing the paper, I came to the laboratory an hour early, hoping to speed up the progress."

Rant glanced at Schiller uneasily. He knew that this professor was famously strict at Gotham University, and he didn't know if he would tell his professor about his thesis.

Schiller's expression didn't change. He actually didn't care whether the students were rushing for papers, or it was good that they had the intention to rush for papers. On the other hand...

"As soon as I entered the laboratory, I felt something was wrong. The items on the row of shelves next to the window had been moved."

Schiller frowned slightly, and Pamela explained: "Lant is a native of Gotham. He has superamnesia. He can even remember the texture distribution of each plant leaf."

Lant smiled sheepishly and said: "Yes, this disease has troubled me for a long time before, but now I have learned to use the texture of plant leaves to summarize the information I collected, and it is much better."

"That's good." Schiller commented. He thought that he seemed to be a Gotham-style genius, but he still added: "If you have any problems with memory induction, you can ask me. Send me an email." Just email.”

"Thank you, Professor. I'll continue. I'm afraid the person who did it was very professional and the scene was restored very well, but he left scratches on one of the melon vines we cultivated."

"I was checking the scratches at the time, and suddenly I heard movement in the next room. I went over and looked, and a black figure flashed behind the door, but then he let out a muffled groan, and I saw a small thorn vine. There was blood on the thorns.”

"I was stunned, but fortunately the figure looked angry. He turned to deal with the living plants. I still let out a scream. Unexpectedly, more plants poured out from the door of the nearby warehouse. Come out and they beat him away."

"But that person seemed to be very powerful. He used a spray, or maybe a powder, to poison many plants. I went over to check the scene and found that what came out of the warehouse were the plant samples I usually take care of. They Maybe you want to protect me."

There was a sad expression on Lant's face. Schiller saw that this boy was probably not very good at dealing with humans because of hyperamnesia. He devoted all his emotions to plants, so he was thinking about the plants. Feeling sad about dying.

Pamela also showed a rare expression of anger. She turned and walked towards the next room. When she saw more plant corpses, her anger burned.

Schiller stood by the door and asked, "Do you feel anything?"

"The plants are poisoned." Pamela knelt down and held up a leaf with her hand. "It is a powerful toxin that may be effective against any living thing."

When Schiller heard the word toxin, he immediately thought of something. He looked at Pamela and asked: "How will it manifest on the human body?"

"I don't know. I have almost no knowledge of internal medicine, and the performance gap between plants and animals is so big that it's hard to relate." Pamela stood up, took a deep breath, loosened her clenched fists, and said: " The plant injured him and left a tiny bit of the plant toxin in his system that we could use to track him."

"Wait, Pamela, let's send this classmate to the infirmary first. No matter who the other party is, he didn't run out of Gotham so quickly. This is our territory."

Pamela saw Schiller helping Lant, she breathed a sigh of relief, shook her head, and suppressed some urgent emotions.

Reason told her that acting on impulse was not the best choice. She was a little too impulsive just now and wanted to chase a strange drug user directly. Being poisoned is no joke.After calming down, Pamela found that the green thoughts of all things were affecting her. She was particularly angry about the death of plants. She knew that this was the price of using the power of plants, but she must stay as rational as possible. Gotham is not very dangerous. It will decrease just because it sees the light of day again.

Schiller sent the student named Lant to the infirmary. Lant was more awake when he arrived at the infirmary, so he told Schiller a more important clue.

"I once observed the epidermal cells of a melon vine with a microscope, and I remembered the arrangement of the cells. The scars that man left on the melon vine were somewhat special. His nails were thicker than ordinary people. I mean, there were coating."

After settling down with Lant, Schiller and Pamela got into the car. Pamela closed her eyes and sat in the passenger seat. Within her field of vision, everything was either rich or light green, and in a certain direction , the green mist drifted over like a link.

"Turn right, Professor, then take the first left at the intersection."

Schiller kept driving forward according to Pamela's instructions, and finally Pamela said: "Go forward about 500 meters, and then turn right."

"Are you sure? Gotham Cathedral is ahead."

"I'm sure." Pamela opened her eyes and said coldly: "He is right there, and he is trying to remove the plant toxins."

Schiller drove all the way to the door of Gotham Cathedral, but the old priest was not there today, and there were only a few helpers who came to clean the church. Schiller ignored their obstruction and drove Pamela straight to the back of the church.

"No, not here." Pamela took a deep breath and closed her eyes again. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, her eyes flashed, and she looked towards the ground.

"underground?"

A name was highlighted in Schiller's mind instantly. He grabbed his right hand out of thin air, and a black umbrella appeared in his hand. He turned to look at Pamela and said, "Miss, how is your fighting ability?"

"Is the opponent strong?" Pamela was a little nervous. She took a deep breath and said, "It's okay, no... he's very capable of fighting."

"The other party is from the League of Assassins." Schiller said as he led Pamela towards the underground passage: "And it is most likely called Talia Ogu. Yesterday, Bruce said that he was hiding from a woman. That’s what I should have thought of.”

"Thalia?" Pamela repeated the name with some confusion, and then asked: "Who is she? What organization is the League of Assassins?"

"She is a woman who is obsessed with sleeping with Batman and leaving offspring. The League of Assassins is the organization behind her. They want to get Batman's genes because they think Batman is good enough."

"Then you have to stop them, professor, or in 20 years you'll have another student who doesn't write a paper."

Schiller's hand holding the umbrella tightened immediately and he said: "What a shocking guess, Miss, but it is not impossible from a genetic point of view."

Seeing Schiller's quickening pace, Pamela breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that she was just an ordinary female college student now and had basically never fought. Although her strength was powerful in theory, it would probably be in vain without actual combat experience.

The League of Assassins sounds like a powerful thing at first glance. It is difficult to deal with it on its own, but if the professor is willing to be a little more serious, the opponent will not be afraid.

Pamela has known Schiller for a long time. She knows what the professor cares about most. A little manipulation skill, Pamela thought, but it is not worth being proud of at all. After all, not everyone is like Bruce, and Schiller still knew nothing about psychology after being with him for so long.

Schiller opened the door to the underground, and a strong smell of wine came with the breeze. Pamela fanned her nose with her hand and said, "I didn't even know there was a wine cellar under the cathedral. Did the priests build it secretly?"

"That's not wine, be careful, Thalia probably knows that stuff better than we do, and they're already taking advantage of it."

Schiller walked down and saw the long-lost wine pool under the Gotham Cathedral. Then as expected, he saw a woman's figure in front of the fluorescent pool.

"You are finally here, Bruce Way..."

"boom!"

The tip of the umbrella touched the ground, and the mist condensed on his body. Schiller put his hands on the handle of the umbrella, looked at Thalia who was knocked into the pool by him and said:

"Hello, Miss Thalia, unfortunately, I am not Bruce Wayne, you can call me Schiller Rodriguez."

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