Chapter 1154: Professor (34)

Batman, who obtained key information from Shiler, left in a hurry.

Compared to Dick possibly being in a rebellious phase and suddenly becoming so difficult to communicate with, it was clearly more likely that he had been influenced by hypnosis.

After all, less than a month ago, Dick was still sticking to him to learn investigation techniques for detectives. Twenty-some days passed, and he became like an enemy. No matter what, this change was a bit too fast.

After Batman left, Shiler didn't go to sleep immediately, because he discovered that the change of clothes he brought wasn't enough.

The set that was dirtied by the surgery earlier hadn't dried yet, and the set on his body was dirtied again. After changing into a clean one, he didn't have a spare set.

Shiler originally wanted to call Rodriguez Manor and let Merkel send clothes, but when he came to the hospital to stay, he drove away the only car. Whether it was tonight or tomorrow morning, if Merkel wanted to come over, he could only take a taxi. And in Cat Getan, taking a taxi wasn't that simple.

Although his butler was quite full of martial prowess, Shiler really didn't want to fish him out of the police station. So, he decided to drive back himself to get a few more sets of clothes.

Although driving a night car in Cat Getan was a very dangerous thing, in fact, as long as he didn't pass through those few dangerous blocks, he generally wouldn't encounter any big trouble. Shiler walked the route he walked most often. Sure enough, he was safe all the way back and didn't encounter any unexpected situations.

However, just as Shiler stepped into the gate of the manor, he heard movement in the backyard. Shiler walked over to take a look and discovered that Merkel was burning flower fertilizer.

Seeing Shiler return, Merkel, who had already received the news from the phone, greeted him with a smile, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and said: "Sir, your speed is quite fast. I thought you would have to take at least ten minutes to arrive... The luggage is already at the door of your bedroom. Do you really not need me to go over and help you?"

"That's not necessary." Shiler said while stepping on the mud, walking closer, and looking at the things being burned on the ground. He originally thought it was just a thief's corpse, but looking at it, he discovered that some things seemed to be completely unburnable.

Shiler took the gardening shovel, poked around in the fire, and poked out several charred metal parts. Merkel explained: "In the past few days, there have been such doll monsters trying to climb over the wall behind, but Alfred gave me a plant that can move, and they were all caught by the plant's tentacles."

"A plant that can move?" Shiler looked at Merkel with some doubt, but very quickly, a trembling tentacle appeared in his field of vision.

Shiler turned his head and discovered that it was actually the little devil Six-Horn brought back from hell. At this moment, it was planted in a large flower pot.

"Why did Alfred send it to you?" Shiler asked with some surprise: "I thought he would like this kind of peculiar potted plant very much."

Merkel sighed and said: "Mr. Alfred indeed likes this devil plant very much...

"But, do you remember? Aisha especially likes things that move. On the first day this poor devil was at Wayne Manor, half of its tentacles were bitten off. If she bit it again, it would die. So, Mr. Alfred could only send it to me."

The little devil Six-Horn lowered all its tentacles at the right time, making a sad expression. Shiler leaned closer to take a look and discovered that what was planted in the flower pot wasn't this vine devil, but a cluster of shadow ore, and Six-Horn's main body was wrapped around the shadow ore.

Merkel and Shiler turned their heads back to look at the fire again. Merkel patted his chest with lingering fear and said: "When I first saw this monster, I was really startled. He is too ugly, completely a stitched monster."

"The one that came two days ago was just handled by me. I didn't expect that after entering the night today, another one came. Hearing that you were coming back to get clothes, I originally wanted to bury it first, but felt that a long night would bring many dreams, so I burned it first."

Shiler nodded, feeling that Merkel handled it correctly. But at this time, a gust of wind suddenly blew over, making him cough a bit. He discovered that he happened to be standing downwind of the fire, and the rolling thick smoke from the burning was attacking him.

Shiler immediately changed direction. He said to Merkel: "I don't need to worry about your martial prowess. Now, with this devil guarding the garden, the manor should be safe. But you'd better not go out easily. It's not peaceful outside now."

After giving a few more instructions, Shiler went upstairs to get his luggage. Just when he was carrying his suitcase and intending to walk out of the manor gate, he suddenly discovered that the flag on the mailbox outside the door was raised.

In the manor district, every household would have a mailbox. On the side of the mailbox, there was a small flag. When the newsboy delivered newspapers or letters, he would reach out and raise the flag. When the butler looked out from the window and saw the flag raised, he knew the newspapers and letters had arrived. The whole process didn't need communication, so it wouldn't disturb the sleep of the manor owner.

The flag wasn't made of cloth or other soft materials, but made of wood. If no one dialed it, it wouldn't raise itself.

Shiler felt a bit strange, so he walked up to check. As soon as he walked to the mailbox door, he smelled a rotten smell. Shiler felt a bit nauseous, so he stepped back two steps and called Merkel over.

Merkel walked up, opened the mailbox, and discovered that inside was a rotten ear. It looked more like a pig's. Most of the ear had already rotted, but only on the tip of the ear was there still a piece of good skin, on which a capital letter V was branded.

Merkel used fire tongs to clamp this ear out and threw it on the ground. Following that, he discovered a letter in the depths of the mailbox. He also threw the letter on the ground, stepped on the envelope with his foot, and used the fire tongs to open the letter.

But this actually wasn't easy. Merkel fiddled for a long time and didn't open it. Shiler walked up directly, picked up the letter, and under Merkel's shocked gaze, opened the envelope directly with his hand.

There was no writing on the letter, just a drawing. It was a stick figure of a pig's head, only that one ear was missing from the head.

Shiler paused for a moment, and then threw the letter to Merkel, saying: "Burn it."

Merkel looked at that drawing, looked at Shiler and asked: "Uh, sorry, sir, but can I ask? What does he mean?"

"Don't know, didn't understand." Shiler shook his head.

"Fine, it seems it's something I can't know." Merkel muttered in a low voice, and then took that pig ear and envelope back to the backyard to burn.

Shiler carried his suitcase and drove away. On the way back, he still took the same road. But just when his car drove through a narrow street, suddenly, a car drove toward him.

This road was a one-way street, and the street was also very narrow. Two cars driving in different directions had no space to pass each other at all. If they were two normal Cat Getan drivers, the magazine should have been shot out halfway by now.

However, Shiler didn't have any hesitation. He directly reversed at the fastest speed and exited this street.

The car opposite was stunned. Originally, it had already slowed down and planned to stop. But Shiler had already reversed, leaving space for him. If he stopped at this time, it seemed a bit not very smart.

So, he continued to drive forward, planning to drive to Shiler's position and then stop. But Shiler directly made a smooth right-side reverse turn and drove out along the road perpendicular to this street, also not giving this car any space to pause.

Shiler drove forward without looking back. That car seemed unwilling to give up and kept chasing behind him. And when driving onto the main road, Shiler saw from the rearview mirror that there was another car chasing behind the car that wanted to touch porcelain with him.

Because the speed of Shiler's reversing was really too fast, these two cars saw that the encounter didn't happen, and began to chase.

Shiler drove onto the ring road, and they also followed Shiler onto the highway. Shiler drove circle after circle along the ring road, and they also followed Shiler circle after circle.

This kind of chase lasted for seven full hours, until the sky was bright, and Shiler still didn't have any intention of getting off the highway.

Finally, those two cars really couldn't chase anymore. The car in front turned first, and the car behind also followed and turned.

And at this time, Shiler, who was sitting in the driver's seat with his eyes closed and sleeping soundly, opened his eyes and said: "Thank you, Gray Mist, for driving well."

After speaking, he stretched, yawned, and then said: "Returning to the hospital isn't necessarily as good as sleeping in the car."

A car drove slowly into the parking lot of Arkham Asylum. When Shiler got off the car and walked into his office, he discovered that a figure was already waiting there.

"Oh, Professor Shiler, it's me, Roman, do you remember me?" A young man walked up.

Shiler didn't intend to shake hands with him, but walked hurriedly to the washroom beside to wash his hands. After all, he had just touched a letter that had been with a rotten pig ear, and shaking hands like this was a bit impolite.

However, Roman's expression stiffened. He withdrew the hand he had stretched out, but very quickly, it was piled up with smiles again and said: "Professor, about the matter I mentioned last time, do you think..."

"I know what's going on with Dick, the problem is actually at his school... Roman, you're here too?" Bruce, who walked in, paused, and then smiled and shrugged his shoulders, saying: "It seems we two have a tacit understanding, always bumping into each other."

Roman's smile became stiff again. And when Bruce walked into the room, he smelled a faint smell of burning.

Following the source of the smell, Bruce turned his head and saw Shiler, who still had water on his hands. That smell of smoke and burning came from his body.

Actually, before Bruce came here, he called the appointment department, and Mrs. Miller

Generally speaking, Schiller wouldn't wake up this early. If he was already at his office now, it meant he hadn't slept all night.

And since Schiller hadn't slept all night, had he gone to destroy the evidence? Or had he gone to destroy the evidence? Or had he gone to destroy the evidence?

Thinking of this, Bruce felt the first thing he needed to do was to get Roman to leave immediately. He was afraid Schiller would count Roman among the witnesses and then go to destroy the evidence regarding him tonight.

"Sorry, Roman. Although I arrived later, I have very urgent matters to discuss with Professor Schiller right now. Could I ask you to leave first?"

Standing to the side, Roman was stunned. Just as he was about to speak, Bruce said in a very firm tone: "I will deliver a sufficiently weighty letter of recommendation to your father's hands. For now, you shouldn't come here."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Roman's expression gradually darkened. His original sunny disposition became somewhat gloomy and neurotic.

"Damn it, you two are playing me!!"