Chapter 1160: Professor (40)

Clark, who was studying angel wings, discovered that Bat-Cat suddenly darted out of his arms and jumped to the ground. The black cat grabbed the ground with its long, sharp claws, arched its body, the fur on its back exploded root by root, and its throat kept making "hissing" sounds.

A pair of hands wrapped around the black cat's waist, picked it up from the ground, and held it in his arms. Shiler touched Bat-Cat's head with his hand, but Bat-Cat just kept struggling, wanting to jump out of Shiler's arms.

"Hey, Professor, don't hold it like that. It doesn't like others touching its tail. Come, give it to me." Clark walked over and reached out his hand toward Shiler. At this very moment, Bat-Cat suddenly stopped making a fuss; it desperately winked at Clark, as if wanting him not to come over now.

However, even if Clark's vision was good, he couldn't count on him to read the winks of a cat. It was very difficult for humans to read any meaningful information from a cat's face, not to mention a black cat whose expression was almost impossible to see.

Shiler scratched Bat-Cat's chin. Bat-Cat instinctively raised its face, but the next second, it started struggling again, constantly shivering.

"Professor, I'm very sorry for breaking your bookstore." Clark scratched his head and said, "I will try my best to clean up this place, but if it needs to be repaired, I'm afraid I can only go find Bruce."

After finishing, Clark turned his head to look at the street corner and said somewhat inexplicably, "Just now, he walked very fast, and the car almost exceeded the speed limit. I don't know what he went to do..."

Hearing this, Bat-Cat widened its eyes. It let out a "meow" at the top of its lungs, but that hoarse voice unique to Batman made its cat meow sound more like a terrifying howl.

Clark immediately dropped his gaze onto Bat-Cat's face. Bat-Cat again blinked at Clark with all its might. Having raised Bat-Cat for so long, Clark could be considered able to understand the meaning of some of its actions, so he repeated his previous sentence: "The car almost exceeded the speed limit, I don't know what he went to do..."

"Oh!" Clark exclaimed, as if suddenly enlightened, and said, "He said before he left that he was going to... write a thesis?"

Clark saw that Shiler's complexion instantly became slightly better, but then he was stunned again, as if he didn't know how he could have such an instinctive reaction.

Shiler sighed gently, looked behind Clark, and said, "What's going on with that guy with wings lying on the ground?"

Clark scratched his head, turned around to look, and then said, "Actually, I don't know either. That god-talking magician threw bombs at the bookstore. I think he should be a bad guy. My father often taught me that those who don't cherish books well are bad guys."

"He threw a few air bombs that I couldn't see, almost hitting you and that little girl just now. It was completely the style of a terrorist. He said he was going to summon something, and after a while, this so-called angel came."

Clark shook his head, appearing somewhat helpless. He said, "The scammers nowadays are really getting less and less attentive. The Bible clearly says that when an angel appears, there will be holy light descending, and they will absolutely not hurt children, but this angel is really a bit..."

Clark revealed a difficult expression, because he remembered that when he flew above the clouds, he saw that angel actually hacking at the dark clouds over Cat Getan, and it couldn't hack them open at all. Common sense told him that a real angel wouldn't be this frustrated.

Shiler passed Clark and walked to the front of this angel. When he saw his face, Shiler was stunned for a moment, because he looked exactly like the Ancient One. Is this the movie version of Gabriel?

But then, Shiler thought about it. Even if it was the movie version of Gabriel, he wouldn't be beaten into this state just by appearing, right? If he remembered correctly, the movie version of Gabriel was also a type of intelligence villain, and now Constantine was gone, so why did she come to Cat Getan?

Feeling that there were many suspicious points in this, Shiler didn't talk too much nonsense. In Clark's surprised gaze, Shiler snapped his fingers, and a halo appeared on his head. In Clark's even more shocked gaze, Shiler took the halo down.

Shiler held the halo and said toward that side, "Hey, is anyone there? Who can help me see? Who is this guy?"

After finishing, Shiler stared at the halo. After a while, a faint ray of light emerged from the center of the halo, and a blurry shadow appeared on it. A pleasant, neutral voice came: "Hello, if you want to identify the lineage of a member of Heaven, please use the Holy Chant Magic Circle."

"Is there a simpler method?" Shiler asked.

"That can also use the Descent of Holy Light."

"Simpler."

"... Use the halo to smash him."

"Thank you."

"Bang!"

The angel who had just wanted to climb up was smashed to the ground by the halo again. The halo emitted a faint light, and with another "bang," the angel's figure disappeared, leaving only a feather emitting a faint, micro-light, which drifted down to the ground.

Shiler walked over, bent down, picked up the feather, looked at it in his hand, and then turned back to look at the bookstore that had already been destroyed into a mess.

Clark walked over, just wanting to open his mouth to ask, but Shiler had already turned and walked into the bookstore, picked up the phone that had survived the disaster, and dialed a number.

"Hey, Lucifer?... Oh, it's like this, nothing else. I just wanted to say, I want to return the feather to you. Do you have time to come and get it?"

"No, nothing, it's just that I plucked another feather from Gabriel. I think it has more collection value, so your feather can be returned to you... That's it, bye."

With a "snap," Shiler hung up the phone, and then he whispered, "Three, two..."

"Shiler!!! What nonsense are you talking about?!!! Don't even think about lying to me!! How could you have Gabriel's... Damn it, why is this bald chicken still shedding feathers all over the world!!!!!"

With a "whoosh," the feather in Shiler's hand disappeared. Although Lucifer didn't appear at all, presumably for the next period of time, Gabriel wouldn't be very quiet.

Having exerted the greatest patience and solved the problem currently being faced, Shiler finally couldn't endure his terrible hygiene condition. He rushed back to Rodriguez Manor at the fastest speed, took a bath, changed his clothes, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Before, the terrible environment near the bookstore caused Shiler to be unable to fully concentrate at all. After returning to the manor, he finally had time to carefully look at what kind of trouble Sloth had caused during the time he was substituting.

Actually, Shiler had long guessed that letting a personality trait with the trait of laziness substitute would definitely cause some trouble. But until now, he felt that, except for the slight impact of seeing the post-war ruins scene at first glance, the degree of terribleness of these troubles was still within his acceptable range.

Shiler calmed down and began to flip through the previous memories... His calmness only lasted for about ten seconds, because following the timeline of memories, a rotten pig ear appeared in his mind. What was even more terrifying was that the letter placed together with this disgusting pig ear was actually picked up by his own hand.

Shiler shivered, jumped up from the sofa with a "whoosh," and then began to shout: "Merkel! Merkel! Where are you? Hurry up and dismantle the mailbox! Rodriguez Manor never needs a mailbox again!!!"

Shiler shouted while spinning in place, but he didn't hear Merkel's response. He began to feel anxious again, so he walked quickly toward the garden. At this time, Merkel should be pruning the hedge.

Through the window near the garden, Shiler indeed saw Merkel's figure, so he quickened his pace to walk toward Merkel, but the next second, he was tripped by something on the ground and staggered.

Shiler stabilized his center of gravity, looked down, and saw it was actually a metal part. Shiler immediately moved a step to the side, staying away from it, but he still saw that there was a trace of rotten meat hanging on the side of the metal part.

Following the traces of the part rolling on the soil, Shiler turned and saw a dirt pit that had just been dug out. Just at this time, the fully armed butler Merkel, using his gloved hands, dragged a doll that was in a miserable state over and threw it into the pit.

Shiler gasped, but then hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, looked at Merkel, and asked, "What the hell is this stuff?!"

"I don't know either. I heard Alfred say that it seems to be a doll pieced together from limbs after a lunatic killed someone. It likes to climb over the courtyard wall of the manor when it has nothing to do. This is already the third one I've solved. My God, it's really too disgusting!"

Shiler ran back to the room at the fastest speed. Through the glass, he pointed his hand at the position where the doll was and shouted loudly at Merkel: "Don't tell me you buried this thing in my garden??!!"

Merkel looked at him with a blank expression and said, "But before, I handled the fertilizer that climbed over the wall like this... Oh, by the way, normally speaking, it should be incinerated, but because this metal part can't be burned, I just buried it directly."

Shiler covered his forehead. He felt a bit suffocated, so he turned back, not looking at that terrible scene. Breathing in big mouthfuls, until the air in the whole room seemed to have been sucked dry by him, Shiler finally recovered a bit.

"It's okay, it's okay. There are many lunatics, and there are always a few who don't like to be clean. Cleanliness is an illness. I am a person who wants to become a normal person. I can't haggle with them..." Shiler muttered in a low voice, burying his head and walking toward his bedroom.

Two minutes later, Shiler, carrying a logging axe, arrived beside the mailbox in front of Rodriguez Manor.

And when he raised the axe, he suddenly discovered that the small flag on the mailbox was standing up, which indicated that someone had put something in the mailbox.

But his hand waving the axe had already fallen. With a "crack," the mailbox was chopped down. With a "bang," the metal door of the mailbox that hit the ground was knocked open, and a stack of paper fell out from inside.

Shiler didn't use his hand to pick it up; he just held the logging axe and pushed the stack of paper aside.

Then he discovered that what was placed on top was the sample issue of his published thesis. This poor magazine just lay in this mailbox that had once held a rotten pig ear, not knowing how much time had passed.

Shiler slowly reached out his hand, covered his heart, and looked at the other papers on the ground.

That was today's newspaper. Shiler had just pushed aside the sample issue on top when he saw the front-page headline of the newspaper writing...

"Terrifying serial murder case perpetrator commits crime again. The first case involved cutting off ears, the second case involved gouging out eyes. The perpetrator's cruelty far exceeds imagination! Citizens, please increase vigilance..."

Shiler took a deep breath, and instantly, his expression became dull.

The next second, the elevator door of the Mind Tower opened. Arrogance, wearing a black suit, rushed toward a room with flying strides, smashing the door while shouting.

"Pathological! Someone is plagiarizing your academic achievements!!!" ===== CHAPTER 1161 =====