Chapter 166: The Long Easter (Part 1)

Spring thunder exploded over the East Coast, followed by a torrential downpour. Puddles on the tree-lined road reflected the daylight leaking through the gaps in the dark clouds. Countless raindrops beat against the dense leaves, and the sound of rain came from outside the window. Outside was the spring rain with a chill, while inside was warm.

Schiller gently flipped through the textbook in his hand, the sound of paper rubbing completely covered by the sound of rain. He cleared his throat and had to raise his volume, saying: "Easter is in one week. The Psychology Society's dinner party will start at 7:00 PM on Easter day. Students who want to attend, please be seated before 6:30 PM."

As he spoke, Schiller paused, looked at the heavy rain outside the window, and then said: "There have been thunderstorms across the city in the past few days. Please bring umbrellas when going out. It is estimated that if the rainfall continues to increase, there is a possibility of flooding. Please pay attention to evacuation notices…"

After he finished speaking, he packed up his textbooks and planned to leave. At this time, Yin Wensi, who was sitting in the front row, stood up, walked to the side of the podium, and whispered to Schiller: "Professor, the rain has been too heavy these past few days, and many students can't attend on time, so the homework…"

"Hand it in later. Remind everyone to notify their parents. If the rain continues, evacuation may be carried out at any time in the next two days. Tell them to pay attention to the movements of local gangs…"

Yin Wensi took out a schedule and said: "In the past, the Easter party would be held on the evening of the day, but this year, our new principal moved the banquet forward by two days, just in time to avoid the society dinner party. We plan to…"

Yin Wensi told Schiller about the arrangements for the dinner party. While the two were discussing in low voices, Bruce walked over. Yin Wensi glanced at him, and Schiller said to Yin Wensi: "Then let's decide on this plan first, and I will confirm with you later."

After Yin Wensi left, Bruce spoke directly: "The recent rain has been too heavy, and Cat Getan's drainage system has big problems. I have to go back to Wayne Tower to keep an eye on it to prevent flooding."

"Leave granted. Also, it seems they have been broken."

"We'll talk about that later." Bruce looked around cautiously, as if wary of the many people here.

When Schiller returned to the office, Victor was holding a goose egg, measuring it with a paintbrush. Schiller walked over, glanced at the goose egg, and said: "Where did you get this? You didn't go and raid the swan nest on the lake, did you?"

"Of course not. Do I look like that kind of bored person?" Victor took the paintbrush, dipped it in blue paint, and drew a star shape on the goose egg. While drawing with great concentration, he said: "The logistics department prepared raw materials for 5 Easter eggs for every professor. We have to finish painting them before the festival and then give them to the students."

"That's strange." Schiller smiled and said: "Shouldn't it be them finishing painting and giving them to us? God knows how tired I am from teaching them."

"They will certainly give them too, but maybe they will give finished products. After all, not many can paint."

"Actually, I quite like this job. I wanted to be a painter when I was a child." Victor put his head close to the Easter egg, using a smaller paintbrush to perfect the details of the star.

Schiller shrugged and walked back to his seat. He saw that there were indeed a few goose eggs on his seat. He picked one up and said while looking at it: "The recent rainfall is really a bit outrageous. Have you checked the weather forecast?"

Anna at the next table was also drawing with an Easter egg. She looked up and said to Schiller: "There aren't many sunny days in this damn place all year, but this rain is too heavy. My rain boots are almost not working anymore."

"I just heard from my student that the time for this year's Easter party has been moved forward?" Schiller sat in the chair and began to fiddle with the brushes and paints.

"Yes, in order to hold more activities, our principal moved the banquet time forward, so the corresponding dance time was also moved forward."

"Why does he want to do this? Where are there so many activities to hold?" Victor asked with some confusion.

"This is the first major festival in his first year of office. Maybe the new principal wants to show us something. Besides the banquet, dance, and dinner party, I heard that there are also segments for exchanging Bibles, praying, and singing hymns."

"He doesn't look like a very devout believer either. Why is he suddenly paying so much attention to Easter?"

All three shook their heads. Schiller examined the goose eggs on the table. He gestured with the paintbrush twice. Just as he was about to start, Victor stood up with a freshly painted Easter egg and said triumphantly: "Look, this one, look at what I painted."

The Easter egg in his hand was painted with many stars, using red and blue colors, looking very much like the Stars and Stripes. But because the goose egg was oval, most of the stars were deformed, and some places were not painted evenly.

Anna teased him: "I didn't know you were so patriotic. The designer of the national flag would be moved to tears if they saw your work."

"Come on." Victor complained: "It's hard enough for me to paint on a flat surface, let alone on a round goose egg. This is already pretty good, okay?"

Anna looked down at her own work again and found it was even worse than Victor's. She threw down the pen with some irritability and said: "This damn rainy day has blocked my thinking, the thesis is not going well, and the things those students wrote are even more unwatchable…"

"Since two weeks ago, I found that the biggest disadvantage of the continuous rainy days is that their brains have been flooded with water."

"Stop joking, there's water everywhere even without rainy days."

All three sighed. Obviously, the quality of Cat Getan University's student source was really worrying. Victor looked at the Easter egg in his hand and said: "I don't think they will be interested in this thing. They prefer bullets, or stuffing some flammable plants here."

"Let's just do this. I plan to go to the store and buy a few ready-made ones. Anyway, no one will be able to tell." Anna stood up and said. Schiller called her to stop and said: "Help me bring a few too, thank you."

After Anna left, Victor and Schiller looked at each other. Schiller said: "Then what do you plan to do? Don't tell me you really plan to stuff something into the goose eggs…"

"I plan to finish painting them and then find a few unlucky guys to give them to. If they dare to complain that my painting is ugly, then I will give them a failing grade."

"By the way." Victor stood up and said: "I studied the blueprint of the freeze gun you gave me last time and found that it doesn't seem suitable for ordinary people to use."

"Really? Why do you say that?"

"Just pulling out the magazine requires a lot of force, and if the thrust is not enough when putting it in, there will be a risk of leakage."

"This gun looks like it was designed for well-trained soldiers or strongmen. If it were me, before I could even fire, the leakage would be enough to freeze my arm stiff."

What Schiller gave Victor was exactly the freeze gun blueprint developed by Peter.

Once Victor said this, Schiller understood. The person who developed this gun was the super-strong Spider-Man, and the people who used this gun, besides superheroes like Iron Man and Captain America, were S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, and at worst, well-trained armed police.

These people could naturally ignore strength or recoil, but researchers like Victor couldn't. Schiller said to Victor: "Then how do you plan to improve it? Do you have any ideas?"

"Of course. Actually, I came to invite you to go to the lab with me to take a look. I need a test subject. I think our body types and strength are about the same. I want to ask you to help me test the sample I made."

Schiller shrugged and said: "Fine, I hope you can get the data you want."

When the two went out, the thunderstorm had basically stopped, but there was too much water on the road. Victor shook his wet shoe tips and complained: "The drainage system in the school is really poor. The rain has stopped for more than an hour, but the water on the ground hasn't been drained at all."

Schiller looked around and didn't see any drainage ditches or canals on the surface. He recalled that the whole of Cat Getan seemed to be like this. The drainage system was very poor. It was fine when it was drizzling, but once there was large-scale precipitation in a short time like today, the whole city seemed to be flooded, and one could see the sea view without leaving home.

Just like his immunity to fear gas, Schiller was also immune to this rainwater. At least the symbiont Gray Mist in his body didn't find anything abnormal.

After arriving at the lab with Victor, the two chatted for a while, and Schiller began to help Victor test the freeze gun.

After Victor recorded a few sets of experimental data, Schiller said to him: "What about that cryogenic generator? What do you think?"

"That one actually has no problem. The power is very high. If the energy is sufficient, it can freeze a large area."

"Can the power be increased? What is the maximum?"

Victor looked at Schiller with some surprise and said: "There is no upper limit, but what do you want such high power for?"

"Can I trouble you to make a few more? I might have use for them later." Schiller said thoughtfully.

Victor didn't pursue the question and promised him.

Schiller found that Victor was a bit absent-minded. He asked: "Have you not been sleeping well lately?"

"No, but I have indeed been a bit dazed lately." Victor shook his head and said: "Usually, even if I spend the whole night in the lab, I can concentrate, but recently, I start to feel sleepy before midnight."

"It might be because there have been too many rainy days lately. Rainy days can make people feel depressed, and the humid air is not good for the body. It's better to go out less."

Schiller turned his head to look out the window. I don't know when, the rain that had stopped started to fall intermittently again, and it was getting heavier and heavier.

Schiller thought, looking at the outrageous amount of rainfall in Cat Getan recently, he knew that the Court of Owls was anxious. ===== CHAPTER 167 =====