The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1795 Summer in Fool Village (35)

Although the scorching heat has long gone, people immersed in the horror brought by the scorching heat have not been so quick to rebuild their psychological defenses against going out to work. Merkel contacted weeders and gardening companies more than a dozen times, but all she got was "no manpower." "Answer.

In the city of Gotham, the price of hiring workers from other places at high prices was unimaginable. Seeing that the best planting season was about to pass, Schiller decided not to wait and just repair the garden himself.

This is a quite bold decision, because the garden of the manor is not the flower bed in the yard of an ordinary small villa. The biggest feature of this former Viscount Manor is the large and exaggerated back garden. It can be said that no one can match it in the entire West District. , just eradicating once-dead plants takes a lot of effort.

But Schiller had ready-made manpower. He stood by the door and watched Clark and his dog walking into the garden wearing wading boots. He patted the dirt on his gloves with satisfaction.

Pamela stood at the front and showed Clark the way and said: "This way, all the plants in this entire area will be eradicated. Don't look at me with that look. They have died long ago, and I don't even feel bad about it." , why are you distressed?"

Clark pushed aside the front weeds with some hesitation, looked inside and said, "Do you mean by eradicating, do you only need to destroy the part on the ground, or do you mean to dig out the roots?"

"If possible I would bury the dead plants and then turn over the soil to a depth of two feet, which would allow the remaining plants to survive."

Pamela spread her hands and said: "The withering of plants is inevitable. They grow, bloom and then wither. This is the law of nature. The death of plants caused by sudden changes in climate is not what anyone wants to see, but I still hope They can have a good home and participate in the cycle of nature."

Clark nodded to indicate that he understood. He blinked slightly, and the red laser shot out from his eyes, but he controlled it very precisely to turn over the soil three to four feet deep on the surface and plant stems lying on the ground. Ye Shun was turned underground with him, and he would soon become a new source of nourishment.

Pamela looked at all this in shock, but within a few dozen seconds, a large area nearby was plowed, the laser disappeared, and Clark showed a bright smile and said: "Thanks for the trip to Mexico. , I didn’t know that lasers have such a powerful effect, and now I can plow fields.”

Looking at the ridges appearing on the ground, Pamela frowned. At this time, Schiller came over and said, "Then let's open a small vegetable garden. Where do you think it is more suitable? Pamela?"

"Can you grow vegetables? Professor." Pamela still didn't believe it. She said, "With all due respect, the gardening company will probably not take care of the vegetable fields for you. This is completely different from a decorative garden."

"Growing vegetables is a very labor-intensive job, including sowing, nurturing, pest control, and propagation. If you just plant them for decoration, it's fine. But if you want both size and taste, then I'm afraid it will take a lot of energy to maintain."

Pamela showed a complicated expression on her face and then said: "The vegetables in Gotham are very special. They are a bit too individual. I am worried that they will beat and bully the flowers transplanted from other places."

"Then just keep them away from the flowers, my garden is big enough that should do it, right?"

Seeing that Schiller seemed not to change his mind, Pamela thought for a while and said: "No problem, we will grow vegetables on the independent land next to the warehouse at the back, but I can't guarantee that they won't grow up when they grow up." Will run out."

"Then build some fences. If that doesn't work, use an electric grid." Schiller stepped forward, intending to inspect the land.

Pamela chased after him and said, "Professor, although I don't know why you are so obsessed with growing vegetables, Gotham is really not suitable for..."

"Pamela." Schiller stopped a little helplessly, looked at Pamela and said: "Overly lively plants are exactly what I want. If I don't find something to do for my housekeeper, he will use his amazing Gardening tips to maintain newly planted flowers, do you think they can survive three months?”

Pamela shut up.

They came to the land Pamela had mentioned, a small plot next to the warehouse on the southernmost side of the garden, surrounded by two neatly paved stone paths and almost completely independent of the plot in front.

Schiller was very pleased with the location of the nursery, and after Clark had turned over the soil with his laser eyes, they began to fence the land.

"Cabbages usually don't jump very high, which can be called one of their weaknesses." Pamela said while following Schiller in the garden to find suitable wood: "The leaves they use to support their bodies are very It is fragile, and the body is not resistant to falling, so it can jump up to a height of about one meter. I think we can build a 1.5-meter fence."

"But it must be wooden, not a rattan fence, because their fists are much stronger than their feet, and I'm not sure whether they can climb up one by one, so it's best to stay at the top. Some splinters.”

Schiller and Pamela walked in front, and Clark pulled Little Krypton behind. Just when they came to a birch tree that had been cut down before, Little Krypton suddenly rushed towards the flower bed next to it. .

"Oh, my God, little Krypton, come back, come back quickly, you will dirty your paws!" Clark screamed and hurriedly chased his dog, but Little Krypton's nose was pressed to the ground to smell it, and finally stopped In front of a small puddle next to the flower bed, and then started barking non-stop.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Clark quickly knelt down, hugged Krypton's head and rubbed it, trying to comfort his dog.

Schiller and Pamela gathered around. They looked down at the puddle, and saw their own reflections on the water, and the subtle water ripples caused by swimming in the lake that seemed to have shrunk countless times.

In the laboratory of the Batcave, Bruce was looking at the microscope intently, and Lex was staring at the experimental instruments without blinking. After a while, Lex was the first to speak: "Do you think Professor Schiller's attitude is weird? "

"He doesn't seem to want to care about it." Bruce said while staring at the microscope: "According to my experience, if he doesn't really want to care about something, but he gets involved, it proves that he may be Want to have fun."

"The question is, which part of the Summer Killer incident is fun?" Lex covered his forehead and said: "I always feel that our thinking is wrong. If we extrapolate from the logic of Professor Schiller's behavior, there must be something very simple that we But what could it be that I didn't notice?" Bruce finally looked up. He thought with blank eyes and said: "We have investigated every aspect of this case. There are no omissions in the autopsy report, and there is no special intersection of the victim's trajectories. There was no flaw in the survivors’ words, and none of the innocent people showed anything suspicious.”

Bruce frowned and thought hard. He had indeed tried his best to eliminate all the suspicions he had, and judging from Batman's suspicious character, he had almost eliminated everything.

In this case, there are still no clues about the Summer Killer. Bruce can't help but wonder, could it be Batman from other universes who did it?

Further research in the laboratory did not bring good news, but Bruce had to leave because Selina called him and said that Elsa was back and looking for her father. Bruce had to put aside murder and reasoning and go back to accompany Elsa. Play.

When Bruce pushed open the door of Wayne Manor, Alfred was using a roller to glue the dog hair on Elsa's body. Bruce recognized it as Little Krypton's hair almost at a glance, so he hugged Elsa. got up and asked, "Did you go play with Clark's dog?"

Aisha nodded, hugged Bruce's neck and hummed twice before saying: "Go to the garden to play, Dad, they won't let me go, you take me there!"

Bruce hugged Aisha upwards, and in order to encourage her to speak, he deliberately asked her: "Why don't you go to the garden to play?"

"We have to rebuild the garden. It's dangerous. We're not allowed to go there anyway. We can't go there and play with building blocks in the living room."

"Can't even go? Who else but you?"

"Barry and Harley." Elsa lay on Bruce's shoulder, waved to Alfred in the living room and said, "I want to play in the sand pit, build a castle, and dig holes."

Bruce carried Elsa and walked into the garden. When he arrived, Selina was already waiting there. She took Elsa from Bruce's hand, rubbed her forehead with her cheek and said: "Long time no see, little darling, your Aunt Maggie made you a beautiful hair tie. See if you like it."

Selina took out a shiny hair rope with small balls covered with diamonds on it. Bruce originally wanted to say not to play with Elsa with something that might make her swallow it, but after seeing The bat symbol on it stopped talking after that.

Fortunately, Aisha had no interest in eating such gadgets. She screamed with joy, snatched it from Selina's hand and put it on her wrist. She waved her hands with satisfaction and looked left and right.

"Do you want to swing on the swing or play in the sand?" Selena asked Elsa, bumping her head.

"She wants to play in the sandpit." Bruce answered for Elsa, and the family of three walked towards the newly opened sandpit in the back garden of Wayne Manor.

Before she could reach the place, Aisha rushed out and jumped high into the sand pit. Selena took the small shovel and bucket she had left here from the side and started building a castle with her. .

Bruce also walked in, but at this moment Elsa stretched out her short hand and handed him the plastic toy bucket, shouting: "Water! Water! Use water, use water faster!"

"She might want to wet the sand with water. Are there water pipes or something nearby?" Selina squatted on the ground and looked back.

Bruce looked around and found no garden hose. He knew that Alfred would not water the plants randomly and would usually wait for a professional gardener to arrange it. The garden hose must have been collected and placed in the warehouse.

The warehouse with the faucet is far away from here, and Elsa's patience obviously won't last that long, but when Bruce glanced around, he found a small puddle on the other side of the sandpit.

The garden was cleaned very clean by Alfred, so the stagnant water was not dirty. Aisha was not an ordinary child, and she was not afraid of water pollution. Bruce simply walked over with a small bucket, planning to get out of the stagnant water. Wali scooped some water for Elsa to play with.

But Elsa, who was overly curious, reached the small puddle faster than him and wanted to touch the water with her hand. Selina yelled from behind, and Bruce also wanted to stop her, but Elsa's hand stopped touching the water. It stopped just before the water surface.

"What is that?" Aisha asked as she squatted next to her and pointed her head at something in the water.

Bruce walked over and bent down to take a look. He was stunned for a moment and then said, "That's a larva."

"What is a larvae?" Aisha and Selina asked in unison.

"It's mosquito larvae..."

"What is a mosquito?"

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Bruce's mind, all the clues were connected together, and he blurted out.

"Mosquitoes are...summer killers!"

(End of this chapter)