Chapter 1159 Professor (31) (Patreon)

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[TL: I feel a bit hesitant translating this chapter due to raws being cryptic. If you find any errors, do comment, I will correct them. Thank you!]

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If you look down from the airspace of the East Coast of the United States, many cities are brightly lit and never sleep.

On the most prosperous coastline of the Earth, in addition to the bright and magnificent metropolises that shine like dazzling jewels, there is also the hazy and enigmatic but endlessly glowing Gotham.

Today, Gotham is shrouded in a thick fog, like a giant beast emerging from the clouds, and the lighthouse on the coast, which has been lit early, is the eye of the giant beast looking into the distance.

It's another misty night, and when the cold and damp fog spreads on the streets, it makes people think of the disaster that has just passed but has not yet gone away.

But surprisingly, the crazy residents of this city are not afraid of it at all.

Previously, the lights of the vendors and food trucks in the crowded areas have disappeared, replaced by the flickering figures between the new skyscrapers built by the Wayne Group, and the street lamps lit in the gardens interspersed in the steel jungle.

Among the damp fog, there is another plume of smoke rising, and looking down at the wispy smoke, it is not a terrifying monster, but the sizzling barbecue and beer.

A big mouth bites the meat at the very bottom of the skewer, and with a forceful pull, the grilled meat that is sizzling with oil is all stuffed into the mouth, followed by a sip of ice-cold beer, and the person sitting on a small stool sighs contentedly.

He looked up at the garden wall and roof made of steel frames and glass, like the walls of a greenhouse, and shook his head, saying, "The Wayne Group really doesn't have much, if it were the old days, forget about barbecuing, they probably couldn't even eat fresh bread."

Next to me, a person with a gold chain and covered in various metal accessories spoke in a rap-like tone:

"Is he referring to the case where the victim was first had their ear cut off and then their eye gouged out?"

Seeing Wayne's somewhat approving expression, Drake said, "Yes, that's what he's thinking, but that's just an excuse or pretext, doesn't he know about the recent serial murder cases in Gotham?"

Bruce sighed again and said, "Everything was going well, but you know why, around 8 o'clock, Schiller suddenly had a panic attack, had trouble breathing, and Drake could only take me back to the room and stay with me."

"Tim alone would have been enough." Wayne, turning his head, looked at Tim, who was trying on a suit, and said, "My deductive ability is amazing, do you think the two of them together can't handle it?"

"Drake was going to wait for Schiller to fall asleep and then come pick him up, but Schiller's condition was too bad, I was afraid that leaving would upset me, so I could only stay outside the Manor and have you come pick him up."

The two of them laughed in unison, and Wayne shook his head, pushed the chair in front of him, and left.

Wayne waved his hand with concern and said, "You've already eaten your fill, and Alfred has left a freshly baked bread for you by the fireplace, and tomorrow morning, you'll be in charge of the breakfast for the children on the seventh floor."

"Around 7 o'clock tonight, not long after dinner, Tim was brought over by the Falcone couple, and it seems we hope Drake can take Tim to Selena's family dinner."

Drake nodded and said, "The first victim was the deputy director of the police station, in fact everyone knows that the director and deputy director of the Gotham police department are from the Schiller family, the new Godfather has just taken office, and no one would dare to provoke us like this, I won't let it go easily."

"The personality that was controlling Jason's body told you that I'm going to switch personalities, the one who comes back won't be this Professor, but it also won't be me, of course it also won't be the one who comes back, it will be another equally violent personality... but you can take a gamble."

The figure sitting in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel, doesn't have the two pointed ears, but it's not Batman either. Wayne turned his head to look at the one driving and said, "You don't have any complaints about his driving skills, but you still want to ask, what happened to Drake? Why am I the one picking you up?"

"Drake thinks it's Tim's fault, that it's all because of this damn V." Bruce frowned, controlling the car and turning a corner, the lights of the Schiller Manor still not appearing at the end of the road.

Wayne covered his own forehead, but then I looked at Drake and said, "There's definitely no such personality, would I really care if there were children around?"

"Bread? Dude, what is he joking about? Especially in that weather, the kids on the street would be lucky to find some leftovers to eat! In that humid weather, the charcoal wouldn't even light, and even if it did, you guys couldn't make such a small amount of smoke, this is just telling everyone who's not up to no good that there's a big bad guy out there."

Going out on a night like that shrouded in fog is not a good choice, but for a white sports car speeding down the street, any safety will be left behind by its extreme speed.

Schiller shook his head heavily, and he made eye contact with Wayne and said, "You know, he wants to ask you why you stayed at home with Schiller instead of going to the social event, but the truth is you want to go, but you have to go."

"But that's not the most important reason." Drake took the tie and said as he tied it, "The most important thing is that we sent an invitation to Schiller, and this Professor will also be there."

Drake shrugged and said, "You've just realized that in a city full of nuclear weapons, using one nuclear weapon to hit another nuclear weapon is not a stupid thing, because at least in the short term, you can't prevent more nuclear weapons from crashing into each other."

Schiller frowned and said, "Have you heard of the old Falcone? Is my business wrong? Why do I still have to rely on the Dick family?"

As Wayne was about to leave, Drake, who was wearing a suit, came up from downstairs. Seeing Wayne come back, he waved to Schiller and said, "He's just in time, you're going to the Selena family manor for the family dinner, Copperpot will also be there, and he can't wait to talk to me about the worries of the children's gang."

Hearing Drake say that, Wayne didn't show any unhappiness, but instead frowned deeply. I looked at Drake and said, "How's Schiller? Am I still bad?"

"He always likes to worry about this rich person." Tire shook his head and said, "You should eat a little less meat out there, do you have to go to our house and eat these vegetable leaves? Don't listen to our talk about a weak life, we are still growing, we needs to eat a little less meat to be stronger."

Red Truck and Tire high-fived each other, and Red Truck tilted his head and said, "Let the chubby brother on the eighth floor and the little stomach king on the seventh floor go up to the seventh floor and let this rich person see your strength!"

Wayne tilted his head back, took a deep breath, and as he walked towards Alfred, he said, "Where's this Batman who always relies on others? He actually wants to use a nuclear weapon to block another nuclear weapon!"

"How could that be?" Wayne said with a tight mouth, but then he seemed to remember something and said, "Could it be a side effect of the hypnosis?"

The warm light was blurred in the fog, making it difficult to judge the distance. Schiller skillfully backed the car out of the garage, and Wayne hurriedly jumped into the car, but as he was leaving the manor hall, he saw Alfred preparing a tie.

"He has to go with you." Drake turned his head and looked at him seriously, "The reasons you mentioned below are the most important reasons why you must attend that social event."

"Listen, Wayne, there's no single most important issue right now." Drake bent down, looked Wayne in the eye, and said seriously, "Jason is like a tiger machine, and when he pulls the handle, he always knows what patterns will be behind him. You know that when my emotions change, it will be a different personality that controls my body."

"That family dinner at the Selena family, it's to gather several parties together, to make it ambiguous who did it, without any purpose, the most important thing is to prevent us from misunderstanding each other and causing internal strife."

Suddenly, Tire turned his head to look at the nearby Wayne, because Wayne had suddenly put down the skewer of meat in his hand, stood up, picked up a scrap of newspaper that was under the table, wiped his hands, and then wiped his mouth, saying, "Let them eat first, you still need to go to the Dick Manor, Schiller's condition is too bad for Drake to handle."

"Wayne, he hasn't thought about what would happen if the personality that comes back is the violent one, or an even more cruel one, and a clumsy serial killer perpetrator, performs a case that is both mundane and suspected of academic plagiarism at the Selena family dinner?"

"The seventh victim was a key figure in City Hall, and it was Roy's trusted aide who was responsible for the most important land bidding. Roy wants to gain real power and push through my reform policies, naturally he will allow it, no one will challenge my authority."

"He must be thinking of using you as a shield, right?" Wayne narrowed his eyes and looked at Drake, "Is he really Batman?... Doesn't he think he's a bit despicable? You're a big kid!"

And Tim, who was tilting his head back and letting Alfred tie his tie, suddenly shivered and muttered loudly, "...I hope he's not a jinx."

"Of course, but Clark will also be there, I will be mindful of the presence of the children and try my best to stop Schiller."

"Who in that city is relying on the Dick family?" Bruce said as he turned the steering wheel, shaking his head heavily, "Old Schiller wants to take a further step to establish connections with the seventeen families, and Tim is stupid enough to handle it, so Drake refused."

Wayne's expression became a little anxious, and he looked at Drake and said, "Let him and Tim go, you stay there and keep Schiller company."

Wayne opened his eyes wide in a hurry, Drake took a few steps and came to his side, patting Wayne's shoulder and saying, "He's also seen Schiller's current condition, you urgently need a professional psychologist to diagnose me, but the premise is that the one who comes is a calm psychologist, not a Serial Killer on the verge of madness due to anger."

"The most important reason is that Gordon told you, an informant has passed on an important message to me, no one wants to make a move at that dinner party."

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