The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2552: Xiao Xiao Down (Thirty-Six)

When Schiller returned to the woods, the man who had been knocked unconscious had not woken up. He put his changed clothes on the man and turned over his pockets, which were empty to begin with.

This will make the other party mistakenly think that you are just a robber, whose purpose is to search pockets rather than change clothes. This kind of robbery is the mainstream now. It does not hurt people and does not steal large amounts of property. Most people will consider themselves unlucky because calling the police to cooperate with the investigation may not necessarily lead to the result, and it will also delay their work. Nothing is more valuable than a job now.

Maybe after waking up, this person will be glad that he was very careful and did not put any valuables in his work clothes, so that this stupid thief would get nothing.

Besides, ordinary people don’t have the ability to check whether their clothes have been taken off by looking at the wrinkles on their clothes.

When Schiller returned to the clothing area, Raven had already picked out three sets of clothes. It seemed that she had completely forgotten about the things in the trunk and only remembered them the moment she saw Schiller.

She immediately became a little embarrassed and looked away to the open space beside her, completely ignoring the skirt she was wearing.

The shopping guide picked out a skirt with light-colored floral prints for her, paired with a beige knitted jacket. It would be a bit cold to wear outside in this season, but it was just right in the office.

The other two sets are one a dress and the other a casual sportswear. It can be seen that Raven has a good taste and both sets of clothes suit her very well.

Schiller went to swipe his card but Raven stopped him and said, "I guess I can pay for it myself, or I'll pay you later."

"Wait until you pay your rent," Schiller said.

The price of the clothes was much lower than Schiller had expected, or rather, the clothes were not that expensive at all, but Schiller's custom-made suits were a bit outrageously expensive.

After buying clothes and walking downstairs, Raven was still uneasy. She was wearing the new sportswear she had bought, which should have been a very youthful and energetic outfit, but there was no smile on her face. She either looked worried or cold and serious, which looked very awkward.

"I've taken care of it," Schiller said. "I'll call Pamela later and ask her to help with the rest."

Raven knew what Schiller was referring to as the remaining part. They had gotten several boxes, but did not move all of them into the car, so there were still two small boxes left in the room.

After they got home, Schiller opened the two small boxes, which contained fingers, toes, genitals and hair.

Seeing these things now, Raven's heart was no longer disturbed. She looked at Schiller and asked, "Why are these placed here separately?"

"Because it is relatively small and the features are too obvious," Schiller said, "This is the part that is most different from the features of ungulates, which are the livestock we often eat. Many murderers who are not careful enough are discovered because of the knuckles or hair."

Raven nodded. She had watched programs before that reported on major cases over the years. She often heard about someone's fingers being found in a sewer or hair being found near someone's sink, but she had never heard of a thigh bone being found somewhere that led to the arrest of a murderer.

She thought about it and realized that even the most panicked murderer would remember to cut off the entire leg when dismembering the body, because normally you couldn't walk around the street carrying something as big as a leg.

But small things like fingers or hair can just be put into a bag and thrown away, so many people are too lazy to deal with them and just collect them together and throw them away.

However, fingers are actually the most important part to identify the human body, which is significantly different from any other animal. An experienced criminal policeman can immediately determine that it is human tissue, not livestock tissue, just by looking at part of the fingers or knuckles.

Pamela came soon, and when Schiller opened the box towards her, Pamela didn't even show the slightest bit of surprise.

She plopped down on the sofa, looked up at Schiele and said, "So where will I see your art tomorrow?"

"No more artwork, miss. I've already dealt with the body."

Pamela frowned slightly, looked at Schiller and asked, "Dealt with it? How did you deal with it? You actually used the word deal with it?"

Schiller seemed a little helpless, so he had to give Raven a look and ask her to explain. Raven had a lot to say.

She had suffered a huge mental shock this morning, and if she didn't find someone to talk to, she would go crazy.

So she began to tell Pamela what she had experienced from last night to this morning, speaking at a faster pace than ever before in her life and with extremely excited and even hyperactive emotions.

Raven no longer wanted to hide the fact that she wanted to look into the refrigerator, and when Pamela heard that she had stayed up late at night to look into the freezer, she made a strange expression.

When she heard that they later went to the fresh food supermarket with the loose human fragments and that Raven was extremely worried and almost scared crazy, her expression became even weirder.

Hoping the little girl wouldn't find her father in bulk in the freezer, Pamela thought to herself, oh my god, she must have heard too many hell jokes that day, too hellish.

Pamela prayed in her heart and then turned her attention to this matter. She looked at Schiller and said, "I have to say, Professor, what the hell are you doing? You actually killed someone and dismembered him?!"

"What? So he wasn't like this before?!" Raven was even more surprised than Pamela. She stood up and rushed to Schiller, looking left and right, as if she wanted to see if he had been bewitched by the devil.

"I mean, you wouldn't be like those lousy murderers who don't care about the body. How did you kill him?"

Schiller pointed to a statue lying on a plastic sheet nearby.

"Is that it?" Pamela was even more incredulous. She looked at Schiller from head to toe as if she didn't know him.

Schiller briefly described the cause and effect, and added the reason why he did it. He said: "I said I want to be an ordinary person. Isn't this how ordinary people kill and dismember people?"

"How could an ordinary person kill and dismember someone?!" Raven said in a raised voice.

"Ordinary people wouldn't do that, but ordinary people in Gotham would." Pamela stroked her chin and said, "If he wanted to do something to you, then it's completely understandable that he did it for self-protection. If he really was a drug dealer with a purpose, then it's hard to tell whether he wanted to kill people because he was afraid of being exposed or if he was targeting you. From this point of view, this murder is not beyond the scope of ordinary people."

Raven's shocked gaze shifted to Pamela's face.

Pamela motioned for her to calm down and said, "Don't look at me like that, little girl. If a bad person came to your house and you knew he was carrying a weapon, what would you do?"

"Well, call the police?"

"But it's the middle of the night now. The community police station won't send anyone so quickly, and he's about to take action."

After hesitating for a while, the raven said, "I have magic, so I can definitely not hurt him and knock him out, but I know that ordinary people may not be able to do it. They may have to fight for one person to survive."

"That's right." Schiller nodded and said, "He was too careless, thinking that he could let my guard down by carrying the tools he used during work. At the same time, he was too arrogant, thinking that he could subdue me with just the cold weapons he was holding. He lost the bet."

"Okay." Pamela said, "This kind of thing is common in Gotham, but it involves a transnational drug dealer, so we still have to be cautious. I guess it won't be long before the Confession Cartel and the Gotham Police Department will take action."

"That's why I asked you to help." Schiller looked at Pamela and said, "I don't know if the procedure is correct, but this is what ordinary people should do. If you help me deal with these things, you don't have to pay back your money."

Pamela's eyes lit up immediately. She gave Schiller a thumbs up and said, "Yes, that's how relationships work. Don't worry, I'll find a good pot for them."

Pamela happily carried the box away. Raven always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what it was. She thought the problem might be with the things in the box.

If it was an ordinary box of garbage, the whole process would be so heartwarming. In order to help a good student with poor financial conditions, a professor specially asked her to do a not-so-difficult small favor to forgive her previous debt so that she could study hard.

But when you think about the fact that the box contains human fragments, the whole process seems weird, absurd and strange. The professor kills and dismembers people, and the students deal with the bodies, but they still have to express all of this in the social way between ordinary people.

Raven felt like his brain was about to smoke again.

Having not slept well last night and having experienced too much during the day today, Schiller urged her to go upstairs for a nap. After all, they still had to make final preparations for the housewarming party in the afternoon and the party would be held tomorrow night.

And just as Pamela had speculated, a series of reactions came faster than Schiller had imagined.

First, colleagues at the post office soon discovered that the postman was missing. Schiller discovered this when he went to collect the invitation receipt. The young man named Hernandez sounded like a model employee who had never been late or left early. When he did not come to work this morning, his colleagues began to talk about it.

Schiller pretended to casually start chatting with the window staff about his housewarming party. The other party was also free, so he told Schiller about his previous moving experience.

Because of this, Schiller was able to stay in the post office for a while longer, and not long after, he saw flashing police lights outside the window.

It seems that this guy named Hernandez is quite popular. Normally, no one would call the police if he was missing for such a short time. Of course, it may also be that the Gotham police have a high prestige now, and the residents think that no matter how big or small the matter is, they should try calling the police first.

Sure enough, after the police arrived, they did not rush to look for him. Instead, they took note first and told them to call them if the young man had not returned by dark.

If he waited until dark to start looking, he would definitely not find any clues before he finished his housewarming party, which might cause some noise, but it would just enrich the topic of his party.

But when Schiller was driving home, he heard the shrill sound of sirens before he even got home.

He drove around a corner and saw only brightly colored cordons and police cars and police officers swimming by like a school of fish.

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