The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2563: Xiao Xiao Down (Forty-Seven)

Schiller walked to the peephole and looked out, and found that the people standing outside the door were the Scarecrow and the Pig-faced Professor.

Schiller opened the door and saw Jonathan and Valentine still holding gifts in their hands. He frowned and said, "Didn't you receive the text message canceling the party?"

"Of course, we received it, but we decided to come today because we might be busy in the next few days."

Jonathan walked into the house without treating himself as an outsider. After looking it up and down, he said doubtfully, "Didn't you say there were some surprises? The house looks fine."

"That's because I just packed it up."

"Cleaning the house? You?" Jonathan looked incredulous.

Schiller was too lazy to argue with him. He was still thinking about how to sew up the big hole on the back of the bat doll. At this time, Valentine walked to the sofa and put the gift box he brought on the table next to it.

"What are you going to do in the next few days?" Schiller asked.

Jonathan snorted coldly and said nothing. Valentine muttered a few words, but Schiller didn't hear clearly, so he asked again. Jonathan said impatiently: "Don't ask anymore. Can't we have some privacy?"

Schiller narrowed his eyes.

"What's wrong with this thing?" Valentine tried to lift the bat doll with his strong arms, but he almost failed to lift it.

"It's scratched. I'm trying to figure out how to sew it up. The cotton keeps showing." Schiller said as he walked over and fiddled with the wings of the bat doll.

"How do you sew it? Can't you just sew it with thread? Don't you know how to perform surgery?" Valentine asked a little confused.

"I'm a psychologist... Well, the Schiller you're familiar with should be able to do it, but I'm not."

"Do you have any tools? This kind of ordinary incision can be sutured in three minutes, and it is guaranteed not to leave a scar."

Schiller thought about it and realized that he actually brought a set of surgical tools, so he went upstairs to find something for Valentine.

There is also an advantage to having a small house, which is that no matter how good the sound insulation is, you can still hear some noise from upstairs and downstairs.

"Are we really going?" Valentine seemed a little hesitant. His voice came from downstairs intermittently. "...It doesn't sound like a good job... Maybe there is still room for..."

"… Do I count on the medical insurance money? I don't want to move." Jonathan's slightly contemptuous voice echoed in the house. "Besides, what difference does it make who I work for?… Anyway, it's no big deal…"

Schiller quickly brought the surgical tools, and Valentine used surgical suture techniques to sew up the cut on the back of the bat doll.

"Are you going out of town?" Schiller asked.

"We are not your prisoners!" Jonathan suddenly exploded, "What does where we go have to do with you?! Leave us alone!"

Schiller looked at him with a bit of disdain and said, "You have been tricked by others and have no choice but to work for them. Don't make such high-sounding statements. You don't want to say that you are doing this for freedom, do you?"

Jonathan's face turned red from choking.

"It's not entirely because of a trap." Valentine seemed much more honest. He said, "We stepped into the trap and it was our own fault, but the other party's offer was indeed very high, and we also need to eat."

"Can you please shut up?" Jonathan was very unhappy with Valentine's sabotage. He tried to make excuses for himself and said, "How could those childish little traps make us change our minds? We just want to be self-reliant. Is there anything to be mocked about this?"

"No, if you didn't describe this as a 'childish little trap', I would really think you were going for the money." Schiller sneered.

"What qualifications do you have to criticize me?!" Jonathan got anxious again. He stared at Schiller and said, "Don't think that just because you cleaned the house so cleanly, I don't know what kind of mess it was before. Didn't you also fall into the 'childish little trap'?!"

"But that only affected an insignificant party," Schiller said. "I still have the freedom you most want."

"You two will take first and second place in the tough talk contest," Valentine said bluntly.

Both fell silent.

"I don't understand, Schiller." Jonathan crossed his arms and asked in genuine confusion, "What are you doing? Why don't you use your mind-reading ability, which is always so effective? Can't you just punch someone the first time you realize he has bad intentions?"

"I'm an ordinary person. I can't read minds."

"Here you go again. My ears are almost callused." Jonathan rolled his eyes and said, "I admit that we were limited by our ability and couldn't dodge it. After all, it's not easy for everyone these days. I stayed up two nights in the laboratory of the chemical factory just for that damn project bonus. My mind was not clear to begin with, so it's normal for me to be fooled."

"But you, you are a famous psychologist. What made you compromise with these crude tactics? You don't seem to have any intention of letting them see how powerful you are."

"Because I just didn't plan to do that." Schiller said, "You said it before, everyone is having a hard time right now, can't I just live a normal life peacefully?"

Jonathan cursed in a low voice, but finally said: "Anyway, I don't believe that with your ability and temper, you will tolerate them dancing on your head."

"I don't intend to tolerate it. Someone has already suffered a great misfortune." Schiller said as he watched Valentine sew up his wound.

Jonathan immediately raised his eyebrows, leaned forward with great interest and said, "I'll yell 321, how about we say that name together?"

"A childish little trap," Schiller commented.

"Okay, I admit that we need your help, but I don't think that damn Clay will let you go. He has a mysterious list, and it contains people like us."

"What kind of people?"

"He's a weirdo who's on the fine line between genius and madness." Jonathan was still trying to make up for himself. He said, "You can also call him a high-IQ pervert."

"What did he do to you?"

"Nothing." Jonathan curled his lips and said, "They added something to my solution, which caused me to lose my job. The boss of the project team wanted to give me less bonus, so he kicked me out directly."

"And he came to you?"

"He committed a murder and framed me in a way that was so botched that if you had seen it you would have wanted to poke your eyes out."

"And he asked you to be a witness?"

"Of course he wants me to do the work for him." Jonathan sighed and said, "To be honest, I don't really care about being framed. The man who died is obviously not a simple person. If he continues to hang around my house, I will kill him sooner or later."

"But the guy's asking price is very high." Jonathan poked his temple with his finger and said, "Not only will he give me the bonus from that project and a very high salary, he also allows me to take an advance on my salary. You know my house..."

"I heard you bought a house in the East End."

"It's this damn house." Jonathan started to curse again: "Its price dropped after I bought it, but I still have to pay the damn mortgage at a high interest rate. I shouldn't have trusted this damn city..."

"Okay, let's get to the point," Valentine said. "We can't live in Arkham Asylum forever. I've already said we're not crazy."

"More importantly, that lousy hospital is too far from all the factories." Jonathan frowned and said, "Now all the factories have moved to the west. Do we have to drive from the island across most of Gotham to work?"

"Why don't you just stay in the mental hospital?"

"I don't want to repeat that we are not crazy. More importantly, Jack has bought a car and a house, so why can't we? And what's the name of that guy upstairs? He's a lunatic who kills and maims people. He even has a girlfriend! And that crocodile, I don't want to say more..."

"I just want to be a professor," Valentine said. "Gotham University School of Medicine has approved my application. All that's left is an interview, but something unexpected happened during the interview."

"And they framed you, too?"

"That's about right. Their dismemberment skills were so poor that I couldn't stand it so I dismembered it again and got caught red-handed."

"You're absolutely crazy!" Jonathan scolded.

Valentine was sewing silently without saying anything. Schiller said, "It seems that you can't let go of the temptation of high salary, but you want to vent your anger, so you come to me."

"That's pretty much it," Jonathan said. "You know, we don't really care if someone calls us criminals, and we'd be remiss not to take the high salary. But their crime-making and frame-up skills are appallingly poor, and I can't allow such a disgusting classic murder case to appear on my criminal resume..."

"Don't worry, as long as you don't publish it, there will be no movement in the circle." Schiller picked up the kettle next to him and poured water and said, "As for those ordinary news media, do you care?"

"They can't take pictures of our faces anyway." Jonathan pouted and said, "Those guys won't let them take pictures either."

Schiller took a sip of water and walked over to take the gift box they brought. Jonathan seemed a little excited. He said, "Are you going to open the gift? Take a look. This is what we prepared carefully."

"If there's a head in there, I'll kick you all out."

"It's not that uncreative." Jonathan was very confident.

Schiller opened the outer packaging and found a colorful box inside. He turned the box over and saw - "The most trusted laundry gift pack for housewives, with six-in-one functions to solve all your laundry problems."

There was a not for sale label underneath, and Schiller turned it around and discovered that the manufacturer was actually the factory where Jonathan worked.

"Isn't this your company?" Schiller asked with some confusion.

"You actually know where I work?!"

"Didn't you say that yourself?" Schiller looked at Jonathan with a look of idiocy and said, "You boasted in the chat section that you joined a new company."

"It's not really a job, I'm just a consultant." Jonathan said, "It's a company that produces laundry products. This is the latest research and development result of our project team."

Schiller opened the box with the advertising slogan printed on it and found a large bottle of laundry detergent and two refills, a box of laundry beads, two bottles of stain remover spray, a box of laundry powder, and a pack of care beads.

"This is the sample I took out before I left. It's now on the market and selling very well. This thing can solve the clothing cleaning needs in all scenarios."

Jonathan began to introduce to Schiller, "Laundry detergent is poured into the washing machine to clean ordinary clothes, and laundry beads are used to care for special fabrics. They are also added directly into the washing machine to ensure that the washing machine will never damage some special fabrics, and the fragrance is extremely long-lasting."

"The decontamination spray can dissolve any oil stains and hard-to-remove items with just one spray, especially blood stains, even if they have been there for a long time. The laundry detergent is used to soak large areas of stains in advance, and can even achieve industrial-grade decontamination effects."

"The care beads are added to the steam iron for steam dry cleaning, which can also ensure that the fabric will not be damaged by the steam, while still being able to clean it thoroughly."

Schiller thought about it. He had been going to the night market and the supermarket in the past few days, killing people and dismembering bodies, and going in and out of corpse dumping sites. If he sent his expensive suits to the dry cleaners, the expenses would be staggering.

Great, it’s not just the housewife who needs this laundry gift package, he needs it too.