The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1787 Summer in Fool Village (27)

Schiller's car was parked on a brightly lit street, but instead of driving into the designated parking space of a building, it went around in a circle to the back alley, stopped in the dark, and then two people got out of the car. People also enter darkness.

Schiller and Pamela stood at the corner of the street. It was not a secret, but usually there would be no irrelevant people coming and going on the street where high-end clubs gathered like this. There were blind spots everywhere that could not be seen from the windows. Schiller and Pamela Mira was within range of one of them.

"Aren't we going in?" Pamela asked.

Schiller shook his head and said: "Judging from your remarks during the day, maybe you are not obsessed enough to form a hunting club."

"That's ridiculous," Pamela said, her voice rising. "I haven't actually murdered anyone, at least not so far."

"A good law-abiding girl."

Pamela didn't know how to respond. She took a step forward slightly and stuck her head out from behind Schiller. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back slightly.

"The first key to hunting is patience." Schiller's voice seemed to resound in Pamela's chest.

Pamela followed Schiller's gaze to the building opposite, which was a mansion on the Gotham River. Like all the buildings on this street, it was magnificent, brightly lit, and the faint sound of music could be heard. The dance was at its climax.

Are we going to break in?Pamela wanted to ask this, but she thought of the key points that Schiller had said before, so she remained silent in the end. Schiller turned back and gave her an approving look.

"Do you know Oswald Cobblepot?" Schiller stood up straight, stopped looking at that place, and looked back at Pamela.

"I have heard about him. He is a second-year student who is particularly talented in running industries. I went to the Bingshan Restaurant with my classmates to eat. To be honest, it is quite novel."

Pamela didn't know why she always gave lengthy answers when Schiller asked questions. This was not like her at all. This was an attitude that only ordinary people with normal emotions and high spirits would have.

Then she realized that she might be unconsciously wrapped in an environment where she could feel danger at all times. The source of danger was the man beside her, so her spirit was constantly stimulated and her excitement level skyrocketed.

"Yes, these comments are correct, and I have heard a little bit about him, so you should also know his status in the gang?"

"The red man before the godfather's eyes."

"That's right, miss. A few days ago he consulted me about a bizarre serial murder case. You should have heard of similar symptoms, toxic edema."

Pamela nodded and said, "Of course, Professor Victor told me about this. Have you found the murderer?"

"Not yet, but only detectives will investigate the murderer."

Pamela raised her eyebrows: "Aren't you a detective?"

"Detectives will identify the murderer who chooses to frame another murderer."

"You did it?" Pamela said in surprise, but she was not surprised at all.

Schiller shook his head and said: "No, but the murderer who has not yet committed the murder will choose to create the murderer."

"Oh!"

A loud noise startled Pamela, and she complained in her mind that this is the disadvantage of being excited. The sensitivity of perception will increase exponentially, so it is easy to be startled.

Pamela poked her head out and saw at the end of the street that the door of the mansion that Schiller was paying attention to was kicked open, and gang members filed in, all loaded with guns.

A security vehicle finally stopped in front of the gate. Cobot, who was not very strong, stood out among the tough gang members. He stepped on the carpet at the entrance of the mansion and walked in, disappearing into the ballroom. In the dazzling light.

Schiller acted quickly. He walked quickly along the shadow of the street towards the building. Pamela hurriedly followed him, but found that she could hardly keep up with his speed.

Schiller, speaking as fast as Pamela, said: "I told Copot the obvious fact that I was unable to investigate the truth of this case."

"How could he believe it?"

"Normally he wouldn't believe it, but what I mean is that this situation is not usual. The famous chemist Jonathan Klein gave me a conclusion that the toxins in the deceased's body were not products of technology, so that he could not perform Specific analysis."

Pamela suddenly had an idea and said, "...magic?"

"Cobot would naturally think so, because if I tell him that the murderer cannot be identified through detective methods, it means that the murderer comes and goes without leaving any trace, and there is no way to investigate."

"But there is no other evidence that a magician did it."

"He doesn't need other evidence." Schiller quickly turned the corner at the back of the building and walked towards the side door that had already been opened. He said: "Gangsters are not detectives. They usually catch the murderer first and then Ask for clues.”

“Barbaric but useful.”

"And it's very easy to exploit."

Schiller walked into the dark corridor without hesitation. Pamela snapped her fingers and lit a green flame in her hand, but Schiller shook his head and said, "You can if you have night vision." Use it, but don’t make it shine.”

"You don't want to be discovered by the gang either?"

"The sensitivity is shocking." Schiller stood at the fork in the kitchen's entry channel, touched the wall with his hand and said, "Then use your sensitivity to guess what the deer we are going to visit is hiding in the forest. place?"

Pamela raised her face in the darkness, her eyes flickering, but she did not use her special ability. She just focused on listening to the subtle sounds of blood pumping out of her heart that was beating faster than ever. , no doubt there was a deer with an equally panicked heart rate.

"Warehouse, in the low-temperature frozen goods warehouse."

Schiller walked in that direction without hesitation, and Pamela couldn't help but said: "I have dealt with those magicians. They don't know anything about the world of ordinary people. At least they know about the cold storage." The door has the highest strength, and they are not as afraid of the cold as ordinary people. If they can block the gang for a while, they can use magic to escape." "Wonderful reasoning."

"Are we going to catch the smartest deer?" Pamela licked her lips again. She rubbed the sweat on her palms with her thumb and felt her heart rate gradually stabilize.

"Do you feel it?" Schiller's smile was still obvious in the darkness: "This will be something that really makes you feel calm."

"You shouldn't instigate me." Pamela's voice was hoarse: "That would be more dangerous than you think."

"I'm just giving you a way to recover from social failure, but don't do it, or you'll get so lax that you completely forget how to socialize, you'll hide back in the forest, and you'll end up like that deer."

Pamela understood what Schiller meant. Isn't this the tragedy of the magicians in the magical world?

They separate themselves from the vast majority of ordinary people, thinking that they are different from the world and quite talented. They disdain to socialize with ordinary people and have almost no social relations. They hide alone in the forest called the Magic World and put themselves aside. Degenerated into an animal with only strong muscles.

So the gangsters had no scruples when killing them, because there was no noteworthy relationship behind this group of mages. What about Jim, the master of the night?Will he kill all mankind to avenge these magicians?Who dares to do this?

"Society is a society for ordinary people. Either blend in or stay away." Schiller's deep voice echoed in the corridor: "If you want to enjoy the prosperity of a civilized society, you must communicate according to the rules of a civilized society. This is the price you must pay. "

"So you chose psychology?"

"In situations where I could have killed them, yes."

Schiller and Pamela stopped in front of the cold storage door. Schiller lowered his head and glanced at the water-stained footprints at the door. Pamela’s reasoning was accurate. The other party had obviously just entered not long ago, and the operating keyboard of the internal cold storage door was It had obviously caused him a little trouble, as the door had been closed just a few seconds ago.

"Take me in."

The next second, green light flashed, and the emerald green vines disappeared. Schiller saw a tall and thin figure at the moment the light disappeared, but that was not the person he should have seen here.

"Stephen Strange."

The moment Strange looked back and saw those barren gray eyes, he swallowed back the name he was about to blurt out, while his expression grew colder.

When he turned around, Pamela discovered that Strange was holding a person in his arms, or in other words, it was the deer they were looking for. Three seconds ago, the surging heart had just ended its life. mission.

Strange let go of his hand, and a thin chain hung from his fingertips. The body slid to the ground with a muffled sound. The cloak fell from his forehead. Pamela looked at the familiar face. Face shouted: "Master Andrew!"

"A fool." Strange lowered his eyes and looked at the corpse at his feet. "He thinks that I can't use magic in this world, so the threat is weak. He made a deal with a stupid goat, and on Earth There is a backdoor for him in the magic defense network."

"Would you believe me if I said he was never like this?"

"Of course, in the war that happened here, he stood up, but I'm afraid it's hard to balance the merits and demerits. Do you want to defend him?"

"I need his body."

Strange frowned, and the next second the world was spinning. An unimaginable force pressed against his chest and threw him to the ground. With a "bang", Strange groaned in pain.

Schiller grabbed him by the neck and threw him out like a light doll, and when he flew out, he clearly felt that he had knocked over a series of steel food shelves.

Pamela finally knew what Schiller meant by having "some experience fighting humanoids."

Schiller stood up straight in front of Master Andrew again. He glanced outside the cold storage door. The riots caused by the gangs were getting closer and closer, and they didn't have much time.

Strange, who was lying on the ground with his head hanging, gasped in pain and flopped twice on the ground. When he finally turned over and lay on his side, he stretched out a trembling hand, and instantly a whip made of dark energy came out of him. The hand flew out, causing a series of sparks to hit the smooth metal ground.

"Snapped!"

The emerald green shield blocked the attack, but not in front of Schiller, but in front of Master Andrew's body.

Schiller turned to look at Strange. Blood was pouring out of his mouth. Schiller walked towards him and reached out to hold his shoulder to open his breathing passage.

Strange was lying flat on the ground, and the ceiling in his field of vision became blurry. He felt that he might have been lifted up by Schiller, and then he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling in front of him. Schiller was standing in front of his bed, and his face could not be seen clearly against the light.

"I don't think you have any need to quarrel with me, sir." Schiller's tone was as soft as chanting.

Strange endured the pain in his chest but also chuckled and said, "I don't like you, can't I?"

"Can you give me a reason?" Schiller sat on the edge of the bed, put his arms on his legs, turned to look at Strange and asked, there was no anger in his tone, only a slight curiosity.

Strange closed his eyes gently and said in a dry voice: "You are not a human being, you are just a monster in human skin. You should get out of this body and return him to Schiller."

"Quite right, Mr. Strange."

Strange opened his eyes and looked at Schiller in disbelief as he stood up again.

Did he just hear the joy in this monster's tone?Why isn't he angry?
"Miss Pamela will be here soon to treat your injuries, but as an apology I must invite you to stay for the party tomorrow night. You will like it."

"I'm not interested in the carnival of beasts that eat raw hair and drink blood." Strange closed his eyes.

"That just so happens that the theme of this party is 'people'."Schiller lowered his head to look at Strange and said, "Wangwang is grateful, Your Excellency the Supreme Mage."

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(End of this chapter)