The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2550: Xiao Xiao Down (Thirty-four)

Raven walked down the stairs carefully.

"Is he dead?" Raven squeezed himself into the gap between the stair railing and the wall as much as possible, slowly accepting the fact that he had just witnessed a murder.

Azeroth, where Raven lives, is an orderly society, so she understands the importance of rules even better than those magicians who have been exposed to the magical world since childhood. Murder is also a serious crime among them and requires extremely harsh punishment. Because their social outlook is more primitive, killing people often requires death.

Schiller looked at her while holding the statue.

Raven shuddered, bit her lip, and ultimately failed to say something like "I didn't see anything."

"Why did you kill him?"

Schiller sighed softly, looked down at the statue in his hand, and then set his eyes on the messenger bag on the sofa.

Raven tiptoed carefully around the body, walked to the back of the sofa, and reached out to grab the messenger bag.

She didn't pull the straps of the messenger bag, but the bottom of the bag, so when she pulled back, an object fell out.

A huge boning knife.

"hiss……"

Raven immediately looked up at Schiller, whose eyes confirmed her guess. Raven then looked at the postman lying on the ground and said, "Even if he wanted to kill you, he didn't do it. He might just be worried about losing his job."

Raven heard Schiller sigh again, so she looked at Schiller with some confusion, wondering what she said was wrong.

"If he was worried about losing his job and wanted to kill someone, he should have carried a loaded pistol."

Raven was speechless. Even though she had never lived in this society, she knew that the most efficient weapon for killing people here was the gun. Sometimes a gun was more efficient than magic because you only needed to pull the trigger and almost no one could predict the trajectory of the ballistic flight. Whoever fired first would win.

Guns are also a very good self-protection item. In a society of ordinary people, whether you point a gun at someone else or at yourself, you can threaten the other person very well. If the threat fails, there is almost no danger of being killed in return.

"Maybe... maybe he can't afford a gun, or he doesn't know how to use a gun?" Raven couldn't convince herself with either of these two reasons. According to her observation, there were almost no people in this country who didn't know how to use a gun, and guns were also very cheap and could be bought almost everywhere. There was a gun store next to the clothing store that Killer Croc had taken her to before. You didn't even need a license to buy an ordinary pistol, as long as you were an adult.

Raven racked his brains and came up with another excuse. Buying a gun should leave a record, right? Maybe he didn't want to be discovered? After all, if he was discovered, he would still go to jail.

But soon, she found that this reason was not valid. Jason and the others said that this city has always been like this. Either you have no gun or you have no home.

According to what Raven has learned in the past few days, people who can still have a stable job in this era will not have a bad life. Moreover, Schiller lives in a wealthy area. People who can work in a wealthy area are definitely not low-level laborers. They are the first beneficiaries of the downward flow of the economy.

Just like they run a moving company, if they move goods for rich people, the other party will give them more tips. The richer the community, the more tips they give. This is their main source of income. Postmen are a profession that goes from street to street, so I'm afraid the tips they receive will not be small.

So it is impossible that he would buy the weapon just when he was about to kill someone. He could have just taken the gun from home.

"Why is that?" Raven was puzzled.

"Go to the kitchen and get a knife." Schiller nodded slightly in that direction. Raven didn't know the reason, but she did it anyway.

She walked around the back of the sofa, went into the kitchen and picked out a kitchen knife. Just as she was about to take it, Schiller shook his head and said to her, "Take the biggest one."

Raven fiddled with the knife holder and turned it around, only to find a boning knife that was about the same size as the one that fell out of the messenger bag.

"What is the most efficient way for ordinary people to deal with a crime scene?" Schiller suddenly asked.

This was really beyond Raven's knowledge. Her head was about to smoke, so she could only shake her head numbly to indicate that she didn't know.

"Dismemberment," Schiller said. "If he chooses to carry a gun, he also has to carry a knife, because guns can't be used to dismember a body, and the chain reaction caused by the gunshots will probably prevent him from having time to dismember the body."

"So what does this prove?"

"It proves that he is an old hand. He knows that cold weapon fighting has risks, but it is quiet enough to provide enough time for exoneration later, while shooting is not possible."

The raven then realized that shooting makes a sound, and if the other party chooses to shoot, he must run away immediately after shooting, otherwise it would be too easy to be caught.

But if you use a knife, in the case of a sneak attack, the opponent may not be able to react in time. Just aim at the neck and the opponent won't even be able to scream.

"Silencers are strictly controlled and ordinary people can't get them." Schiller said: "If a pistol with a silencer fell out of the bag, I would suspect that he was an agent or something."

"The postman is a killer?" Raven looked at the corpse on the ground in shock.

"Maybe not a professional killer, but at least he was a murderer and hid it very well." Schiller said, "He was able to judge from the few times we met that I was the type of person he could subdue with cold weapons, so he came to my house."

Raven looked at Schiller, then at the body lying on the ground. The postman's size did not have an overwhelming advantage. He was not as tall as Schiller, nor was he very strong, but he could see some muscles through the shape of his arms and clothes.

Schiller was wearing a suit, and the only thing that could be seen was that he was very thin.

"He judged it based on my profession." Schiller took the knife and began to strip the postman's clothes. Raven didn't dare to think about what he would do next, so he could only concentrate on the topic he raised.

"He knows you're a professor."

"Of course, this is obvious. In this kind of community, people usually don't choose to hide their occupations because most of them are respectable. So I immediately introduced myself to him as a professor at Gotham University."

"Oh, I see." Raven suddenly realized, and she said, "He thinks you are the kind of person who sits in an office all year round, and the heaviest work you have done is writing with a pen. Even if he is not an athlete, he is at least a manual laborer. His speed and strength should be better than yours."

"Obvious conclusion, but there's something missing."

"Vigilance?" Raven rubbed his chin and speculated, "I feel that the eyes of the porters and drivers I see on the street are different from others. They always seem to be sizing up passers-by, like a frightened rabbit."

"Street work requires extreme vigilance," Schiller said. "Especially in Gotham, people who can survive the streets of the last era have reaction abilities that cannot be matched by office clerks."

Raven nodded. She had also heard about Gotham's previous situation from Dick and the others. If that was the case, it was not difficult to understand.

Schiller had stripped the postman of his clothes, but a tattoo on his body caught Schiller's attention.

"He's not a postman," Schiller said suddenly.

Raven looked at him again. Schiller touched the tattoo with his hand and whispered a name, "Confession Cartel..."

"what is that?"

"A drug trafficking organization, the largest international drug trafficking organization between the United States and Mexico, they have been trying to infiltrate Gotham. This may be the nail they planted before."

Raven gasped, she stared at Schiller and said, "Have you dealt with them?"

"I've seen tattoos like this on their bodies."

"What then? Will they cause trouble for you?"

"Whether they will cause trouble for me depends on what I do," Schiller said. "This should be a very important nail. It is not easy to drive into the rich area."

"Then let's..."

Raven thought of the answer, but she felt a little scared, and her fingertips kept shaking. Schiller looked at her and said to her, "Go and get the awning in the backyard, Miss."

Raven said nothing, went in silence, and could tell that she knew exactly what he was doing, but she went anyway.

Soon the blue plastic sheet was brought over, and Raven unfolded it. Schiller watched her movements, and Raven knew what he wanted to ask, so she took a deep breath, wrapped her hands around the hem of her clothes, and said, "Now that things have come to this, we can't just leave it alone, can we?"

"A normal person should call the police."

"I've never been a normal person," Raven said. "I can't lose my house. I still have to work and go to school. If I change landlords, they may not allow me to delay rent and use their kitchen at will."

There was a hint of envy in Schiller's eyes. When on earth would he be able to express such an ordinary reason so sincerely and confidently?

"So you decided to help me kill and dismember people?"

"I...I...let's hurry up. It's almost dawn." Raven turned his head away as if to escape and said, "I've never done this before. If we don't hurry up, we'll probably make a mess."

"No, miss."

Schiller spread the plastic sheet more evenly, and together with Raven, he lifted the body onto the plastic sheet and began to deal with the body.

Raven watched his skillful operation in amazement. When Schiller finished, only a little blood from the initial bleeding was left on the plastic sheet. The rest of the limbs, blood, and internal organs were all perfectly separated.

All the things were packed in boxes covered with plastic bags. There was only a layer of cardboard on top of the boxes, and they were not sealed. Schiller stacked the boxes together and asked Raven to use telekinesis to move them to the trunk of his car.

Raven was still shaking when she sat in the passenger seat. She looked at Schiller nervously and said, "Where are we going?"

"We still have some vegetables, fish, and seasonings to buy at the nearest fresh food market. It should be open when we get there."

Raven looked out the window. It was already dawn without her noticing. She had been watching Schiller for so long that she didn't even notice the dawn.

"Shouldn't we first..."

“That’s one thing,” Schiller said as he drove. “All the markets around here are high-end markets. They don’t sell fish and meat that’s not fresh.”

"so what?"

"But there will inevitably be stale ingredients. The unsold fish and meat need to go somewhere. Such markets are strictly managed and employees are not allowed to share any leftovers. Stale ingredients have only one fate."

"But why a fresh food supermarket?" Raven grasped the key point. She said, "They should just throw these ingredients into the garbage truck, so why not wait for the garbage truck to come?"

Schiller turned his head and looked at her, as if waiting for her to think for herself. The raven quickly came to her senses and asked tentatively, "Taste?"

Schiller nodded.