The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2560: Xiao Xiao Down (Forty-four)

Schiller chose to go downstairs anyway. He waded through the messy living room in his pajamas, came to the front door, and looked through the peephole.

Standing outside was the old policeman, and a familiar face to Schiller, Gordon's old partner in the police station, Harvey Bullock, who was still as potbellied as ever.

Schiller opened the door, looked at them and said, "I'm afraid I don't have time to answer questions right now. I have a lot of troubles to deal with."

"We are not here to question you, Professor." Brock narrowed his eyes and smiled, threw the stubbed-out cigarette butt in his hand into the trash can next to him, and pointed behind him.

Schiller saw a strange big machine behind them, about half the height of a person, with a hose sticking out of an interface and a vacuum cleaner head in the front.

"I've stressed to those young guys many times that they should wear shoe covers when entering someone else's house, but some of them don't obey." The old policeman said with a hint of meaning: "Especially the newcomers, they rush around recklessly and don't care."

"We can't let them do this," Brock said, leaning against the pillar of the porch. "Otherwise, the good image we have built up before will be wasted. But there is nothing we can do about them for now. We can only do our best to clean up their mess."

Brock reached out and patted the machine and said, "Let me introduce you to the industrial cleaning machine. We just happen to have someone who can use this thing. It can be used as a vacuum cleaner and a mop. It seems that it can also level the soil and take care of the lawn."

"I know the new guys made a mess here." The old policeman said, "We will be responsible for cleaning up your porch, professor, and we are also responsible for the mess in your house, but considering that some of your collections may be too valuable, it is inconvenient for us to clean up. You have to find a way yourself."

"We have to go to Principal Shivana's house later." Brock blinked and said, "Those people only took away the body. They didn't even deal with the blood and the plastic sheet that had been in contact with the body. If they don't deal with it, his house will become the biggest source of stench on this street."

"Please stand back, professor." A head popped out from behind the machine, and the other party seemed to be about to start working.

Schiller took a step back, and Block relit his cigarette and said, "This machine makes some noise. If you find it annoying, just close the door and go upstairs."

"That's not necessary," Schiller replied.

As soon as the machine started, the two disc-shaped brushes in the front began to spin frantically. The dried footprints mixed with blood and mud disappeared the moment the machine passed by, and the porch floor was instantly clean as new.

One person pushes the machine while the other holds the vacuum cleaner, with the brushes underneath the machine taking care of stubborn stains while the vacuum cleaner sucks up some dust and debris.

The machine was very efficient and cleaned the porch clean in one pass, and then they moved on to mow the lawn.

About five or six minutes later, one of them came back and said, "The dirt and footprints in the lawn have been cleaned up, but some of the grass has been trampled down and it looks like it will not survive. Maybe you can buy some grass seeds yourself..."

"There's a plant store over there in the community. We can buy some and send them over after we clean the principal's house." Brock bounced off the wall, extinguished his cigarette and threw it away, then waved to Schiller and said, "Goodbye, Professor."

After they left, Schiller stood at the door for a while, as if he couldn't believe that one third of his troubles had been solved just like that. Technology is indeed power.

Before dealing with his main trouble, he still had one thing to do, which was to write the invitations quickly and send them to everyone's homes before dark, so that the guests would not make a wasted trip.

Schiller rummaged through the drawer and found that the remaining stationery and envelopes were not enough to send out the invitations again. He picked up the pen, thought about it, put it down again, and took out his mobile phone.

He was going to call Raven and ask her to take a detour after dinner and go to the post office to buy some envelopes, stationery and stamps, so that he wouldn't hold Raven accountable for messing up his house.

"Hello? Raven? Well, I..."

Before Raven could reply, a lot of noise came from the other end. It sounded like some kids were having fun. Schiller shook his head slightly, sighed, and finally hung up the phone.

He went upstairs to change his clothes and prepare to go to the post office himself. If he didn't catch up, he would have to use gray fog to send the letter.

The reason why he didn't adopt the gray fog strategy immediately was that although it was easy to work in the gray fog state, he couldn't communicate with others. Even in Gotham, it was a bit scary for a ball of fog to speak, not to mention exchanging pleasantries.

If he sends the letter by post, he can ask the postman to take a message to the guests to express his apologies. If he delivers it himself, he can also talk about what happened in his house and ask for the guests' understanding.

But if he used the gray fog, all he could do was throw the letter into the mailbox. After all, there were many surveillance cameras in Gotham now. If he transformed into a human form in front of someone's door, he might be exposed.

Schiller was changing clothes in the bedroom when he heard another noise at the door, followed by some knocks on the door.

From the chattering sounds below, Schiller could tell that the Robins had arrived, but there was obviously no time for him to put on his suit. If he didn't go downstairs, the door would be kicked open by them.

So Schiller continued down the stairs in his pajamas and opened the door. The Robins poured in like a wave and began shouting at anything they could see.

"Oh my God, Professor, is this the venue you plan to hold the party in? Is this some special disaster style? That's so cool!" Jason started taking out his phone to take pictures.

"Oh, is that sculpture a Maori sculpture? I've heard of this style. They are the indigenous people of Australia and New Zealand. I recently saw a news report about their living conditions." Tim picked up the wood sculpture and said.

Dick picked up the bat doll, looked at the big cut on its back with some distress and said, "What happened? What scratched it?...Oh my God, this thing is too big, it hurts my waist."

After saying that, he fell backwards, and Raven hurriedly helped him up, resulting in the two of them falling on the sofa together.

Aisha jumped into Schiller's arms with a very rude sprint. She had grown a lot, and Schiller almost couldn't hold her.

"Professor! Delicious!" Elsa started yelling.

Jason immediately rushed over and pulled her off Schiller, rubbed her head hard and said, "I knew you were a big mouth. Didn't we agree to give the professor a surprise?!"

"We brought some food," Dick said. "We brought it back from that restaurant. It will definitely be the star dish of the party tonight!"

"Yes, Professor, this restaurant is great," Tim said. "Their grilled beef shank and black pepper short ribs are amazing! We didn't eat too much and ordered all the signature dishes."

"I'm sorry, today's housewarming party is cancelled," Schiller said.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell silent, and Dick asked cautiously, "What's wrong? Why did you cancel it?"

"Something unexpected happened." Schiller didn't know how to explain.

"In fact, there is still some time before the party tonight, so the best way is to clean up the house as quickly as possible. Even if we can't use the backyard, we can eat together in the house, or have a barbecue in the front yard."

The root cause was that Schiller didn't think he could handle so much trouble in this period of time.

The main reason why Schiller has been so tolerant of Merkel is that he knows how difficult these jobs are.

It doesn't mean that Alfred is like a superman and manages a huge manor by himself without any mistakes. All housekeepers should be like him. In fact, it is a painstaking and laborious job to keep any area clean and tidy for a long time.

Some people think they are very clean, but in fact they only care about their own standards of cleanliness. If they are asked to clean up for others for money, many people will not be able to do it well.

To achieve cleanliness in an objective sense or even in the eyes of some picky employers, you have to be very busy and basically have to clean up over and over again.

Moreover, one must have a special kind of labor wisdom, knowing which thing to do first, which thing to do next, and which things can be done together to achieve the highest efficiency. Otherwise, one will work oneself to death and still not be able to clean up the job.

So even though Merkel is not proficient in gardening, whatever she raises dies, and she occasionally bumps into the handicrafts in the manor, Schiller does not care. Essentially, it is because he knows that he is not good enough, and replacing someone else may not be better than Merkel. The main reason why Merkel seems incompetent is that Alfred is too good.

But Alfred is just a plug-in given to Batman by the screenwriter, and they are not comparable, so objectively speaking, Merkel has done a good job.

Now that Merkel is gone, Schiller is quite self-aware. He has hands and feet and can work. If you want to give him a day to clean up slowly, that's fine, but if you want to be efficient at the top speed, then the banquet doesn't have to be held today.

But this reason was really difficult to explain to Robin. After all, it seemed that they had high expectations, and Schiller's statement that he couldn't clean the house could easily be understood as being too lazy to clean it, which was really disappointing.

"Sorry, it's actually my problem." Raven retracted his head. "I told you before that my power is uncontrollable. Because of something, I exploded in this house and messed up everything."

"Then we just need to clean it up, right?" Dick looked around and said, "It doesn't look too messy. It's not even as messy as Tim's room."

"What did you say?! My room is very clean, okay? Jason's room is the messiest!" Tim raised his voice.

"My room is messy because I have too many things." Jason was very confident. He said, "Alfred praised me for my tidying skills before. It's pretty good that I can organize my room to that extent with three large bookshelves, right?"

"That means Aisha's room is the messiest. Anyway, I'm not the messiest!"

“Elsa isn’t messy!” Elsa emphasized, “Mom’s room is the messiest. She never puts away her jewelry! She’s the messiest!”

"You can't say that, Selina." Dick immediately covered Aisha's mouth and said, "Be careful or Bruce will get you into trouble."

"Dad is messy too! They are all messy together! One morning I saw both of their clothes on the floor..."

The three of them rushed over quickly and covered Aisha's mouth together.

The raven tugged at the corner of his clothes and said, "You bought me clothes, but I messed up your house. I'm really sorry. I can use my telekinesis to help clean it up, but it may take some time."

Schiller also began to think that if the raven could help, then maybe he could make it in time. But at this moment, Aisha suddenly shrugged her nose and said, "What's that smell?"