Chapter 1158 Professor (Thirty) (Patreon)

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Clark, who was studying Angel's wings, discovered that Bat Cat suddenly jumped out of his arms and landed on the ground. The black cat used its long sharp claws to grip the ground, arched its back, and its fur stood on end, continuously hissing from its throat.

A pair of hands grabbed the black cat's waist, lifting it off the ground and holding it in the embrace. Schiller stroked Bat Cat's head, but Bat Cat kept struggling, trying to jump out of Schiller's arms.

"Hey, Professor, don't hold it like that, it doesn't like anyone touching its tail. Here, give it to me." Clark approached Schiller and extended his hand. At that moment, Bat Cat suddenly stopped struggling. It seemed to be trying to signal Clark not to come over now.

However, even with Clark's excellent vision, he couldn't expect to read a cat's expressions. It's difficult for humans to discern any meaningful information from a cat's face, especially a nearly expressionless black cat.

Schiller scratched Bat Cat's chin, and the cat instinctively lifted its face, but the next moment, it started struggling again, shivering continuously.

"Professor, I'm sorry for the mess in your bookstore." Clark scratched his head and said, "I'll try to clean it up as much as possible, but to fix it, I'll have to go find Bruce."

After saying that, Clark leaned to the side and looked towards the street corner, saying in a somewhat puzzled tone, "Just now, he left very quickly, the car almost went over the speed limit. I don't know what he's up to..."

Hearing this, Bat Cat's eyes widened. It let out a loud "meow," but with Batman's characteristic hoarse voice, its cat call sounded more like a terrifying howl.

Clark immediately focused his gaze on Bat Cat's face. Bat Cat blinked its eyes at him as much as it could. After raising Bat Cat for so long, Clark could understand some of its gestures, so he repeated his previous sentence, "The car almost went over the speed limit, I don't know what he's up to..."

"Oh!" Clark exclaimed, as if suddenly realizing something. "Before he left, he said he was going to... write a paper?"

Clark noticed that Schiller's expression immediately improved slightly, but then he seemed to be at a loss, as if he didn't know why he had that instinctive reaction.

Schiller let out a soft sigh and looked behind Clark, saying, "What's the story with the winged guy lying on the ground?"

Clark scratched his head, turned around, and said, "To be honest, I don't know. That sorcerer who was acting strangely threw some kind of invisible air bombs at the bookstore. I think he's a bad guy. My dad always taught me that anyone who doesn't take good care of books is a bad guy."

"He threw a few of those invisible air bombs, almost blowing up you and that little girl. He was acting like a terrorist, saying he wanted to summon something. After a while, this so-called Angel showed up."

Clark shook his head, looking a bit helpless. He said, "Nowadays, these con artists are really not putting in any effort. The Bible clearly states that when an Angel appears, there will be holy light, and they won't harm little children. But this Angel is really... well, you know."

Clark made a troubled expression, as he remembered seeing that Angel actually splitting the dark clouds over Gotham, but it was completely unable to do so. Common sense told him that a real Angel wouldn't be so incompetent.

Schiller walked past Clark and approached the Angel. When he saw the Angel's face, Schiller paused for a moment, as the Angel looked exactly like the Ancient One from the movie. Was this the movie version of Gabriel?

But then Schiller thought about it. Even the movie version of Gabriel wouldn't have been beaten up like this right at the start, would he? If Schiller remembered correctly, the movie version of Gabriel was also a kind of intellectual villain, and with Constantine gone, what was he doing in Gotham?

Feeling that there were many suspicious points, Schiller didn't waste any time. In Clark's astonished gaze, Schiller snapped his fingers, and a portal appeared above his head. To Clark's even greater shock, Schiller took the portal down.

Holding the portal, Schiller said towards it, "Hey, is anyone there? Can someone come take a look? Who is this guy?"

After a while, a faint light appeared in the center of the portal, and a vague shadow emerged, accompanied by a pleasant neutral voice, "Hello, to identify the lineage of Heavenly members, please use the sacred chanting magic array."

"Is there an even simpler method?" Schiller asked.

"You can also use the descent of holy light."

"Even simpler than that."

"...Hit him with the portal."

"Thank you."

"Bam!"

The Angel, who had just tried to get up, was knocked down to the ground again by the portal. The portal emitted a faint glow, and with another "bam," the Angel's figure disappeared, leaving behind a feather that was faintly glowing, slowly floating to the ground.

Schiller walked over, bent down, and picked up the feather, looking at it in his hand, then turned to look at the completely destroyed and messy bookstore.

Clark came over, just about to speak, but Schiller had already turned and walked into the bookstore, picking up the telephone that had survived the disaster and dialing a number.

"Hello, Lucifer Morningstar? ... Oh, it's like this, nothing else, I just wanted to say that I want to return the feather to you. Do you have time to come pick it up?"

"No, nothing special, it's just that I plucked another feather from Gabriel, and I feel it's more valuable for collection, so you can have your feather back... That's it, bye."

With a "click," Schiller hung up the phone, then muttered softly, "Three, two..."

"Schiller!!! What nonsense are you talking about?! Don't you dare try to trick me!! How could you have Gabriel's... Damn it, how is this bald chicken still shedding feathers all over the place?!"

"Whoosh," the feather in Schiller's hand disappeared. Although Lucifer Morningstar never showed up, it seemed that Gabriel would not have a peaceful time in the near future.

Schiller mustered the utmost patience, dealt with the current problems he was facing, and Schiller could no longer tolerate his poor hygiene condition. He rushed back to Rodriguez Manor at the fastest speed, took a shower, changed his clothes, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Previously, in the poor environment of the nearby bookstore, it caused Schiller to be unable to fully concentrate. After returning to the Manor, he finally had time to carefully examine the troubles caused by Sloth's substitution.

In fact, Schiller had long guessed that letting a person with the trait of laziness take charge would definitely create some mess, but until now, he felt that apart from the initial impact of seeing the post-war ruins-like scene, the severity of these messes was still within his acceptance range.

Schiller calmly began to review his previous memories... his calmness only lasted about 10 seconds, because as he recalled the timeline, an image of a decayed pig's ear appeared in his mind, and even more terrifying was the letter that was placed next to this disgusting pig's ear, which was picked up by his own hand.

Schiller shuddered, "Whoosh," and stood up from the sofa, then started shouting, "Merkel! Merkel! Where are you? Go and dismantle the Mailbox, Rodriguez Manor will never need a Mailbox again!!!"

While shouting, Schiller was turning around in the same spot, but he didn't hear Merkel's response, so he started to get anxious again. He then strode towards the garden, as this was the time when Merkel should be trimming the hedges.

Through the window near the garden, Schiller did see Merkel's figure, so he quickened his pace towards him, but the next second, he was tripped by something on the ground.

Schiller stabilized his balance and looked down, only to find a metal component, Schiller immediately stepped aside, away from it, but he still saw a strand of decayed flesh hanging on the side of the metal component.

Following the trail of the component rolling on the soil, Schiller turned around and saw a freshly dug soil pit, at this moment, the fully equipped butler Merkel, using gloved hands, dragged a horrifying doll-like object and threw it into the pit.

Schiller took a deep breath, but then quickly covered his mouth and nose, looking at Merkel and asking, "What the hell is this thing?!"

"I don't know either, I heard from Alfred that it's a doll made by a crazy person after killing someone, using their limbs, and it likes to climb over the walls of the Manor district. This is the third one I've dealt with, oh my god, it's so disgusting!"

Schiller ran back to the room at the fastest speed, through the glass, he pointed to the location of the doll and shouted loudly to Merkel, "Don't tell me you buried this thing in my garden??!!"

Merkel looked puzzled and said, "But previously, the intruders who climbed the wall, I always buried them this way... oh, right, normally they should be burned, but since this metal component can't be burned, I just buried it directly."

Schiller covered his forehead, feeling a bit suffocated, so he turned around and went back, not looking at the terrible scene. He took deep breaths until the air in the entire room seemed to have been sucked out, and Schiller finally calmed down a bit.

"It's fine, it's fine, there are many crazies, and there are a few who are not clean, being a germaphobe is a disease, I'm supposed to become an ordinary person, I can't argue with them..." Schiller muttered to himself, head down, walking towards his bedroom.

Two minutes later, Schiller came to the Mailbox in front of the Rodriguez Manor, holding a logging axe.

But just as he raised the axe, he suddenly noticed that the small flag on the Mailbox was standing up, indicating that someone had put something in the Mailbox.

However, his hand swinging the axe had already come down, "Crack," the Mailbox was chopped down, "Bang," the metal door of the fallen Mailbox was knocked open, and a stack of papers fell out.

Schiller did not use his hands to pick them up, he just used the logging axe to push the stack of papers aside.

Then he found that on top was the sample copy of his published paper, this poor magazine, just lying in this Mailbox that had once held a decayed pig's ear, not knowing how long it had been there.

Schiller slowly reached out his hand, covering his heart, and then looked at the other papers on the ground.

It was today's newspaper, as soon as Schiller pushed the sample copy aside, he saw the front-page headline...

"The serial murder case culprit strikes again, the first case was ear cutting, the second case was eye gouging, the cruelty of the culprit is far beyond imagination! Citizens, please be vigilant..."

Schiller took a deep breath, and his expression suddenly became dazed.

The next moment, the door of the Thought Tower Elevator opened, and Pride, dressed in a Black Suit, rushed towards a room, banging on the door and shouting.

"Pathological! Someone has plagiarized your academic achievements!!!"

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