The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 928

As the night's strong wind gradually subsided, the dark clouds that had shrouded Gotham all year round actually dissipated a little. The next day was a rare good weather in Gotham, but it was slightly misty.

Schiller got up early in the morning, put on his leather boots, picked up a gardening shovel, and came to the garden downstairs.

Merkel was in the tool room next to her, picked up the pot for boiling milk, poured the milk into the pot, took the milk pot and tea bags, and came under the oak tree in the garden, where Schiller was sorting out the water pipes taken out yesterday.

Merkel sprinkled a handful of tea leaves into the cup, then poured steaming milk into the cup, white mist rose, and the aroma of English milk tea wafted out.

Schiller took the small cup that could only fit one finger in the handle. He shook his head and said, "I really don't know. I can still drink milk tea in the morning. Is there no raw material for coffee in the manor?"

After finishing speaking, he took a sip of English milk tea, which tasted really good, not too sweet, and the taste of tea leaves was more obvious, which Schiller, who didn't like milk, could barely accept. Merkel shook her head and said, "No, Sir, the ingredients for the coffee and the coffee machine are ready, but the weather reminds me of my hometown."

"The UK is always so cloudy and rainy. On the farm owned by my family, after a strong wind, the weather will be clearer and everyone will get up early."

"At this time, the workers on the farm will go to the neighbor's house to buy freshly milked milk. To be honest, the taste is much better than what we drink now..."

Schiller took another sip of milk tea, and Merkel also made a cup for herself. After the two finished drinking the milk tea under the oak tree, Schiller picked up the gardening shovel again and said: "The situation of the gardeners is not optimistic. It seems that these work We can only do it ourselves, first clean up the broken canopy this morning, rinse the garden with a hose later, and dig out the dead plants tomorrow..."

Merkel went back to change her shoes, Schiller leaned on the gardening shovel, looked at the messy garden, and sighed, but after a while, he picked up the shovel and began to dig the canopy support inserted into the soil. come out.

After a while, Merkel came over again. Schiller glanced at the leather shoes on his feet and said, "What's the matter? Where are the rain boots you wore last night?"

Merkel shook her head and said to Schiller: "Sir, there is a call, it seems to be from Mr. Wayne..."

Schiller frowned, and Merkel took the shovel in his hand. When Schiller walked to the door, he stomped on the carpet to shake off the dirt, walked through the front hall, and came to the hall. He picked up the phone receiver from the table next to him.

"Hello? What's the matter? You've only been away for a few hours, why... What did you say? The building in the East District collapsed, so didn't you go to rescue the disaster?"

"Really? That's a good thing. Children actively participate in disaster relief work, which can exercise their abilities, isn't it?"

"Yes, I know, but even a small matter like delivering food can get a lot of people involved. Coppert did a good job this time... What did you say? Someone got hurt?"

"How could the children be injured? Aren't they going to deliver things?...The mental patient suddenly went crazy? Who was injured? Don't tell me it's...Okay, I get it, I'll go there right away."

Schiller put down the phone and quickly walked towards the stairs. Merkel who had just entered caught up with him and asked, "What's the matter? Where are you going?"

"Help me prepare my coat. I'm going to the first phase of the renovation project, which is the first building of the demonstration area. One of my students was injured. He was attacked by a mental patient who suddenly went crazy. I have to go and see what's going on. .”

"Oh, by the way, call Brand and ask him to come over, maybe he needs his help in pathological analysis..."

Merkel nodded, and immediately went to look for a coat. Schiller went upstairs, changed the work clothes he was going to use for work, put on the formal suit again, tied the tie, and took the trench coat from Merkel while going downstairs. .

"Dr. Bland said that he is in the hospital now. Mr. Wayne invited him to attend the consultation. The driver has already arrived at the door. The umbrella is placed on the back seat for you..."

Schiller nodded and walked out the door quickly. After getting into the car, he frowned while holding an umbrella and looked out the car window.

Today is a rare good weather in Gotham, but the sun is not bright, but the sky is brighter than usual, the sky is not blue, it is still foggy gray, but the clouds are not low, not as depressing as before dark feeling.

The difference is that the air is filled with mist, and the humidity is higher than before. Taking a breath, it cools from the nasal cavity to the lung lobes.

On the street, puddles formed one after another. On the surface of most of the puddles, there were golden yellow fallen leaves that were blown down last night. Due to the rising temperature, fine white mist appeared on some water surfaces, like a bowl of water. Hot soup.

Occasionally, bicycle bells rang on the opposite street. In some unrenovated blocks, newsboys roared past in groups. Schiller looked at the newspapers in their hands and asked, "Mr. Driver, do you have any newspapers? There are today." Any big news?"

The driver was very old and a real local. He tugged on the glove on his hand and said: "The newspaper is in the door drawer on your left side, but you'd better not pick it up, it's humid weather , the ink is not dry yet, so it may get on your hands."

Schiller stopped extending his hand, and he heard the driver continue, "If you want to talk about today's news, of course it is the collapse of the building on the other side of the broken fish basket..."

"A gentleman like you may have never been to such a street. The houses there are different from your manor. They were not built in one go. They are all lived in and added temporarily."

"This kind of house is not very reliable. The strong typhoon last night caused the building on the far side to collapse. It was the only building that collapsed, but the houses there are too dense and not very Stable, so six houses collapsed in a row..."

"How about the casualties?" Schiller asked, frowning.

"The buildings there are not too high, unlike the city center, which often have thirty or forty floors. Of the six buildings that collapsed, the tallest is only six floors. In addition, the materials are not very solid, so no one was killed, but Several of them were seriously injured and were taken away by the ambulance sent by the Wayne Group."

"I heard that the gangsters participated in the disaster relief, and the children in the reconstruction demonstration area also went?" Schiller asked.

"Of course gangsters have to participate in disaster relief." The driver stretched out his hand and honked the horn to signal the car in front to hurry up. He turned the steering wheel and said, "In the past, when this kind of accident happened, it was gangsters who did disaster relief. This time, Wei Well, that rich man also participated in it, and the efficiency is much higher."

"As for the children, they did a good job, but I heard that there seemed to be some conflicts there. There was a wounded man who was injured. He went crazy for some reason and started attacking those who rescued him."

"The gangsters who have worked for a day and are still hungry are very angry. There was a conflict between the two parties. As for the children..." The driver shook his head and said, "They shouldn't get involved, these little bastards are the best Good at running away."

"In the gang fight with real guns and live ammunition, they all ran very fast. This time the fight only punched their fists, and they couldn't escape for no reason."

Schiller nodded, but his frown did not loosen. If it was true that Jason was injured in the fight as Bruce said, the situation must be much more serious than what the driver said.

First of all, Jason is the king of children. Once a fight starts, the children under him will protect him, because he is the leader and their brain. This is their instinct to protect the interests of the group. Jason is not so easy to be attacked. .

In addition, Jason is still good at fighting. Although he is definitely not as good as the talented Batman and Dick who is naturally good at sports, he is still considered a good fighter among ordinary children. He should not bear the brunt of being beaten and injured.

Even if he couldn't beat him, Jason wasn't the kind of person who would be determined not to run away. Just like the driver said, if the kids in Gotham survived, their ability to escape was top-notch.

After all, when the gangs merged, they would not be notified specifically. As soon as the gunshots fired, these children disappeared in a flash. This was their ability to survive in Gotham.

Thinking of this, Schiller got out of the car and made a phone call outside the door of Building No. [-]. After a while, Coppert came down. As soon as we met, Schiller noticed that his face was not very good, so He asked, "What's going on? Your face looks a little too serious..."

Coppert shook his head, didn't say anything, but led Schiller up the elevator to the 15th floor where Jason lived.

Pushing open the door, Schiller saw several children surrounding Jason lying on the bed. Coppert waved his hand, and they walked out reluctantly. In some narrow rooms, Schiller walked to the bed Looking at Jason, he found that his complexion was even worse.

Schiller looked around, and Cobbot immediately understood what he meant, and went out the door. After a while, he brought back a chair. Schiller sat on the bedside and touched Jason's forehead.

"He's running a fever, no antipyretics?" Schiller asked.

"Yes. And it was given to him two hours ago, which is already the maximum dose he can take for his weight." Coppert said with some concern, he could tell that Schiller valued Jason very much.

Not only Schiller, Copperpot himself also valued Jason very much, thinking that he would be his right-hand man to lead the new order, but now, Jason's situation is not optimistic. The medicine is useless, and the situation has reached a critical point.

Schiller frowned deeply. He said, "I heard that he was injured. Where is the injury?"

Cobbot stepped forward and took one of Jason's arms out of the quilt. Schiller rolled up his sleeves and saw three deep cuts on his forearm, which looked like they were scratched by fingernails .

At this moment, Tire pushed the door open and came in, he said: "How is it, is Jason better? ... Oh, Boss Coppert, you are also here, my God, and Professor Schiller, you are finally here... ..."

Tire showed a guilty expression and said: "Please save Jason quickly, all this is my fault, Jason was injured only to protect me!"

Schiller didn't mean to blame him, but turned to look at him and said, "What's going on? Aren't you just going to deliver some food? Why did you fight with others?"

Tire stomped his feet angrily, and said, "It's not our fault, it's all due to those lunatics... Maybe they can't be blamed either. If you want to blame, you can blame this typhoon."

"The typhoon last night was a huge storm that Gotham has never encountered in more than ten years. Six houses collapsed in the broken fish basket street where I live, and many people were injured. The gangsters went to rescue the disaster... "

"I know all these things, let's talk about what happens next."

Perhaps it was Schiller's calm tone that calmed the anxious tires. He took a deep breath, sorted out his thoughts, and then began to narrate:

"Last night, when Boss Coppert told us that we were going to deliver meals, Jason proposed to cook by himself. We all agreed with this proposal, so all the children hurriedly started preparations..."

(End of this chapter)