The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2583: Xiao Xiao Down (Sixty-seven)

Schiller, Sivana, Raven and Dick were sitting at the dining table. Schiller was telling Raven about the real-name system in the wizarding world, and he spoke in a very relaxed tone.

"Because of the current shortage of manpower, the investigation adopts the familiarity strategy. For those non-human creatures, basically we count whoever we are familiar with."

"Then Constantine must be very busy," said Dick.

"He can't." Schiller shook his head and said, "He does know everyone, but the other party doesn't really want to know him. And it's a bit too advanced to ask a roasted fish to count the number of whiskers a cat has."

Dick thought of something funny, so he smiled, but Raven didn't understand. She said, "Well, after coming here, I know that many people know angels and demons. I'm not particularly special, but the Three Palace Demon... He is my father, he..."

"But he hasn't done anything bad to you yet." Schiller said, "He hasn't hurt you, nor has he invaded your hometown, nor has he invaded the Earth yet, so it's safe for you to go find him now."

"Must we go look for him?" Dick asked. "Can't we use some kind of summoning circle to summon him here, or some token or something?"

Everyone looked at Raven, who shook his head and said, "In fact, I have never seen him except in my dreams, and he didn't leave me any tokens... Wait, my mother seems..."

Raven fell into thought. She paused for a few seconds and then said, "There may be clues among my mother's relics, but even if I can find something related to him, I don't know how to summon him."

"You are only responsible for finding the token. Someone will research the summoning circle."

"I need to go back to Azeroth." Raven stood up and said, "Professor Zatara once asked me if I wanted the children of Azeroth to go to school here. I have to ask the high priest."

"Can I come with you?" Dick asked, looking up at her.

Raven suddenly blushed. Seeing this, Schiller and Sivana also stood up and said, "You two should discuss it. Call me when you have any news. Let's go to the principal's office first."

As the two walked out of the restaurant, Sivana said, "I think the chances of them getting together are very high. What do you think?"

"Dick has a great personality," Schiller said. "His personality is the most stable among all the members of the Bat Family. He is a rare normal person in Gotham, which is a great temptation for people who have almost never come into contact with normal people."

"I guess that's part of his charm," Sivana said, "and he looks like the type that a naive little girl like Raven would like."

"Have you ever been in love?" Schiller asked.

"Many people have pursued me during my study and work, but I'm not in the mood for a relationship. It takes too much time. What about you?"

"You can't call it love," Schiller said.

Somehow, Sivana thought of the pictures he had seen, the Christmas tree that looked like it had been airlifted in from a Day of the Dead party in Mexico.

He shuddered and decided to end the subject.

"Regarding Officer Clay..." Sivana's tone revealed deep helplessness. He said, "I can't imagine being surrounded by people like this. How long will they continue to appear around my house?"

"I will take care of this matter, Mr. Principal. I have arrived at the office."

Shivana pushed open the door of the office. It was a very grand room. The overall color was still luxurious brown-red. A huge glowing earth was floating in the center of the room. The walls of the first floor were all covered with bookshelves. Only after stepping onto the drifting stairs were there desks and reception areas.

Unlike the bright and spacious common room of the Theoretical Academy, most of the windows here are high up and densely arranged in long strips. The light shines down from above, and there is a clear Tyndall effect when it falls, making the indoor space not too bright, and even a little dim, but this makes Shivana like it very much.

"If I hadn't known that I had never met you before, I would have thought that you had been targeting me for a long time, and this office was customized for me." Sivana said, "I have always believed that an overly bright space is not conducive to thinking. This is just right."

"Everyone says that sunlight is good, but light can easily cause stimulation to people," Schiller said. "Too bright light does have a certain impact on the human mind, and this principle is often used in modern interrogations."

Xivana said with some doubt: "Professor, I don't mean to offend you, but I have to say that you seem to know those law enforcement agencies very well. It's not just hearsay. Have you worked for them?"

"That was a long time ago," Schiller said, sitting on a sofa. "It was a small mistake, a slip-up that led to a series of bad things. It was a bad thing for me, but it was probably pie in the sky for them."

"You choose to cooperate with them?"

Schiller nodded, pretending not to care, and said: "If you really understand what they do, you will understand that helping them work is not helping the country to become better. This has never been the case. In fact, it is the opposite."

"I agree with that, but it's hard for me to imagine," Sivana said. "I don't think they can threaten you, and you have countless reasons not to compromise."

Schiller showed a rare hesitation. He said, "If you knew what I did, you might not think so."

Schiller ignored Sivana's inquiring eyes and said, "I will be responsible for handling the law enforcement agency. I am more worried about whether you can handle the work of the principal of two schools."

"Gotham University is in trouble right now," Sivana said. "Because of the bad economic situation, I will focus my work there. As for the School of Magic, after I complete the initial coordination work, I will let it run for a while to find the problems."

Schiller nodded. The most important reason why he hoped that Shivana could accept the management of the two colleges was not entirely because those who are capable should be given more work, but because Shivana was a relatively cautious and conservative person.

Such people might be criticized for being unambitious and indecisive in the golden age, but they are the most suitable candidates in this era of the Great Depression. Schiller does not want to bring out a reckless man and drag everyone to accompany him in trial and error. In the current era, no one has so much cost to make mistakes, so it is not excessive to have the attitude of preferring not to do anything rather than make mistakes.

Schiller left the inner world quickly because there were still a lot of troubles waiting for him to deal with in the outer world.

After returning to the real world, he found that this trouble was bigger than he had imagined. He just returned to his house when he heard the doorbell. When he opened the door, it was Clay standing outside.

"Hello sir, I am a new community police officer. May I ask your name and age? We need to do a statistics."

Schiller took a look at the police officer's ID hanging around Clay's neck. Clay immediately picked it up, took it off his neck and handed it to Schiller. Schiller opened it and saw that the ink was not dry yet. It must have been done by Gordon.

The cunning sheriff didn't want to deal with these stupid clones himself, so he threw them to himself for artificial intelligence optimization.

But it doesn’t matter, Schiller thought, it also facilitates his plan.

After sending Clay away, Schiller called Gordon and said, "Listen, I have a plan... Of course, it's about these damn clones, you have to first..."

After hanging up the phone, Schiller went to the backyard. He did not forget that there was a pile of skinless limbs dumped in the big pit in his backyard.

There was not enough soil to fill the pit, so it was only covered with a shallow layer. There was already a smell at this time. Fortunately, the weather was relatively cold, so it did not completely rot so quickly.

It would definitely not work to just leave it here or add more soil to bury it, because the pit is too shallow. If it is buried so shallowly, there will still be a peculiar smell. Not to mention whether others will find out, Schiller himself can't stand the smell.

Schiller used the gardening tools he had bought earlier to soak the soil, put the limbs and soil into a bag, tied it tightly and put it in the trunk of the car, and drove to the home of Piero, his neighbor who had died earlier.

He stood outside the yard and looked around. Seeing that there was no one there, he climbed over the wall and went in.

This neighbor is a motorcycle enthusiast. He has a large workshop in his backyard, which is equipped with many vehicle repair equipment and a very complete range of hardware tools.

Dismembering a body is a big job, and the Schiller family's boning knives have been almost used up. Using a knife to fight bones head-on is not a good choice. The best things to use besides a meat axe are a hammer that is heavy enough. It will be much easier to smash the bones first and then cut them.

Schiller had collected a number of tools here: three fine axes, two hammers, several hand saws, as well as a jigsaw and a small grinder, many heavy metal parts and a large amount of fishing line and rope.

The car turned a corner and came to the side of the lawn behind Schiller's house. There was a small forest on this side, and behind the forest was a lake.

Schiller's backyard also offers a view of the woods and lake, but it's a long way to get there from the yard, and the road is empty. But if you drive, you can just turn a corner.

The woods here are relatively pristine, and walking through them to the lakeside would go almost unnoticed.

After arriving at the lake, Schiller took out the limbs, put on gloves, and began to perform the precise tying work with fishing line.

It is not a good idea to simply tie the line to the bag and sink it to the bottom of the lake, because the bag will deteriorate faster than the limbs. The limbs will then escape from the bag and float to the surface of the lake, and may even be washed downstream.

It is impossible to tie each piece with a fishing line, as that would be too troublesome and a waste of materials. It is also not feasible to tie them all together, as they decay at different speeds. If some of them dissolve in the water first, they will cause the others to fall off and float to the surface.

Therefore, they must be classified according to the decay speed of different limbs. Schiller was not sure whether clones were the same as humans, but he classified them according to humans first.

He very skillfully divided the pieces of meat, which had almost completely lost their original shape, into several piles, and used fishing lines and ropes to skillfully thread them through and secure them firmly.

Then thread the end of the fishing line through a heavy metal part and adjust the weight to ensure that there is no imbalance.

The rays of setting sun penetrate the sparkling water, and countless aquatic creatures nurtured by America's dense aquatic ecosystem swim and shuttle in the faint light.

Until the heavy falling object brought up dense bubbles and sank to the bottom of the lake, the joyful fish could not see the indifferent expression of the gloved man above the turbid water surface before he turned around.