The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 635 Schiller's leisurely vacation
"Professor Rodriguez, why are you here?" Arthur turned to look at Schiller's figure and asked in surprise.

"I went out for a walk after eating, and then I heard you say that you are going to save someone, who are you going to save? Why didn't you call the police?" Schiller asked.

But Arthur suddenly showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, and he said: "I'm afraid it's useless to call the police, because the person I want to save is far away..."

"how far?"

"More than 4500 kilometers away."

Schiller looked at Arthur in surprise, and he asked, "The person you want to save is on the west coast?"

That's right, the east-west width of the United States is almost 4500 kilometers. If it is calculated in another direction, the data should not be exactly the width of the country.

"He was stranded on an island near California. He seems to have been injured recently. I have to find a way to help him."

"But how do you know? He called you? If he called you, why didn't he just call the police?"

Although Schiller knew that this must be the information Arthur got through communicating with the fish school, he had to let Arthur confess.

"I..." Arthur didn't seem to know how to explain. He looked back at the group of fish waiting for him, and said, "You may think I'm crazy, but I can hear the fish talking, and I I have had this ability since I was a child.”

"The fish told me that someone was stranded on a small island near California. They brought me news about that person one after another. I was preparing to rescue him, but I didn't expect him to be injured today."

Before Schiller could say anything, Arthur waved his hand and said, "I know, you may want to call the police and arrest me, or send me to a mental hospital, but someone has already done this, and the police will not Catch the guy who says he can hear the fish, unless they're crazy too."

Schiller shook his head and said, "You don't have to worry. I'm older than you. I've seen many strange people and strange things. You are not special. What I'm more curious about is how you plan to save him?"

"I'm planning to sail there. Actually, I'm a good swimmer, but I'm afraid he can't..."

"Don't tell me that you plan to go south, take the Panama Canal, or go north, take the Bering Strait, and then go around the west coast? Let alone whether you can hold it, are you sure your ship can hold it? Can you live?" Schiller looked at Arthur and asked.

"But I have only dealt with the ocean, I have never even been on a train, and I don't know how to get to California." Arthur seemed a little confused. He had only seen such a long journey in movies, and he still The kind of film dedicated to road trips.

The protagonists in this kind of movie usually hitch a ride at will, but Arthur feels that he doesn't have such a good eloquence, and if he rides in his own image, he can easily be regarded as a highwayman.

Schiller sighed and said, "If it's true as you said, the person you want to save is injured and won't last long. It's a matter of life and death. I can help."

Arthur looked at Schiller, eyes full of expectation, Schiller shook his head and said: "The fastest way to go to California is to fly, but obviously, Brudhaven doesn't have an airport, and the closest airport to here is , which is Gotham Airport."

"If we set off to drive to Gotham now, it should be already night when we arrive in Gotham. You should have heard many legends about the late night in Gotham. Do you really dare to go?"

Schiller actually guessed that the unlucky guy who Arthur said was trapped on a small island near California was probably Green Arrow. Only Oliver Queen.

"No, I have to go, actually...Actually, I've heard the news a few weeks ago, but I thought he could..." Arthur sighed and said, "I should have known earlier. Think of a way to get over, I can't just watch him die there, can I?"

"Every night, the school of fish will bring me his latest news. He is a very strong brave man who will never give up when he encounters any difficulties. I have heard his story of struggling to survive on an isolated island. I cannot just watch He died..."

Schiller turned and walked towards Arthur's house, while Arthur caught up with him.

Back in the house, Schiller said before the anxious Arthur could speak, "Mr. Curry, we're back."

Old Curry, who was adding wood to the fireplace, glanced at them and said, "Oh, it's getting late now, Professor, the guest room prepared for you is upstairs, and you can go up and rest at any time."

"Maybe, I didn't tell you what major I teach. I am a professor of psychology at Gotham University and a psychologist."

"I saw Arthur standing outside looking at the sea, so I chatted with him, and I found that he seemed to be eager for the outside world."

Old Curry was stunned for a moment, as if he understood Schiller's meaning, he stood up, and then looked at Arthur. Arthur was no longer as expressionless as before, but looked a little moved. Old Curry sighed Said: "I told you a long time ago, let you go out and have a look, but you always say that you like the sea and don't want to leave, but you always want to go out and see the world."

Old Curry sighed, sat down on the sofa, and said: "Your mother died in a shipwreck, and I was busy with my duties as a lighthouse keeper, and I neglected your teaching. You don't want to travel, and you don't want to go to school. Just want to stay here, Arthur, it's not good..."

Arthur's lips moved, and he said, "I don't know why, but I just have a kind of attachment to the sea. When I think of going to a place without the sea, I feel a little afraid."

"It's just because you are unfamiliar with such a place. Maybe you will have a different feeling if you go to see it?" Schiller looked at Arthur and said, he paused, and then said: "It's just that I have a place in California. An academic conference, in order to repay you, I invited me to drink fish soup, and I can take you around."

Hearing the academic conference, old Curry's eyes lit up. He has lived in this city all his life, and the word academic has never been associated with him.

In other words, everyone in this city has nothing to do with this word. This is just an inconspicuous small town on the east coast. Most people inherit their father's career, and few even go to prestigious schools. , let alone someone who can enter academia.

"You can think about your favorite major. If you are really talented in this area, I can ask someone to write you a letter of recommendation. Maybe you can go to Metropolitan University or other East Coast universities to study. "By the time Schiller finished speaking, old Curry's eyes had begun to light up.

This simple and gentle lighthouse keeper has the most simple thoughts. He hopes that his children can go to a good school, have a good job, and live a happy life instead of being trapped in this city all his life. Take the fishing boat and do the hard and dangerous job of a fisherman.

Schiller didn't treat Arthur particularly favorably, but he just considered Arthur's future identity. In the future, he will be the Lord of the Seven Seas, the master of Atlantis, and can be said to be the leader of all creatures in the ocean.

If he can get closer to the life of normal people in the human world, then he will become like Clark, very close to humans, which is good for both parties.

And it would be nice to go to college with Clark, who is close to human beings. The two of them should be able to chat, at least they won't fight like Clark and Bruce every day when they stay together.

Arthur seemed a little flattered. He didn't expect that he would be praised by a university professor. When he was in high school, if he could get a letter of recommendation from a famous university professor, all the teachers in high school would call him a genius .

"Of course, of course you can do this, Arthur, quick... thank you, professor!"

Before Arthur could speak, Schiller glanced down at his watch and said, "I'm afraid we have to leave now. This is an impromptu meeting. In order to discuss a major research result that has just been discovered, I have to drive to Gotham right now." Airport, catch a flight, and if you're coming, go pack your bags."

Before Arthur could express his opinion, the old Curry immediately drove him upstairs and said, "Of course you have to go, and I don't know what the climate in California is like. Will it be hotter than here? Then the few I bought for you A T-shirt will come in handy, and by the way, bring antiperspirant..."

Soon, Arthur's luggage was packed. He didn't bring much, he only brought a change of clothes and some daily necessities. Schiller and him walked to the place where he had parked before, and the two got into the car Afterwards, Arthur asked, "Are plane tickets still available?"

Schiller looked down at his watch. It was past 9 o'clock in the evening. In the 21st century, it would not be a troublesome thing to book a ticket at night, but it is different now. It is 1989, and airlines still buy tickets on the spot or Phone reservations.

That is to say, if you want to book the nearest plane ticket now, you have to go to the counter or call, but after 9:00 in the evening, both the counter and the telephone customer service have already rested, so if you don’t use some With the privilege of the rich, it is very difficult for Ding to get votes.

"It's okay," Schiller replied, "I just happen to know a friend who is a pilot and he's on call [-]/[-]."

"Pilot? But where do we find the plane?" Arthur asked again.

Half an hour later, in the square of Wayne Manor, Arthur looked at the Bat Fighter, which could hardly be called an airplane, and opened his mouth in shock.

"This is an obsolete model, otherwise I wouldn't have lent it to you." After changing his clothes, Batman, who was just about to go out to seek justice, looked at Schiller and said, "Because you found an unreliable pilot. "

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to Hal who was standing beside him again. Hal was still drowsy. He was dragged from the bed by Schiller, and he was still on the verge of half asleep.

Schiller poked him hard with his umbrella and said, "Wake up, you're flying a plane."

Hal shuddered, woke up, sighed and said, "What do you think? You suddenly want to cross the entire United States and fly to California in the middle of the night?"

"Of course it's because my annual leave is still a long time away, and I plan to change places to see the scenery."

What Schiller said was true. Originally, his annual leave was only 18 days, and when more than half of it was taken up, his travel could only be arranged in nearby cities. But now, he has nearly one month of annual leave. Why not go for a walk?He hasn't traveled in America yet.

Finally, the black bat-fighter slowly lifted into the sky, and then disappeared into the night like a shooting star with a "swoosh".

　Every time I write a link between the previous and the next, it takes more effort than writing the main text
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone! (pretend to be before zero)
　
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