Chapter 1786

Although the scorching heat had long since passed, people immersed in the terrifying invasion brought by the heat hadn't yet rebuilt their psychological defense line for going out to work. Merkel contacted weeders and gardening companies more than a dozen times, only to receive the reply of "no manpower."

And in this city of Cat Getan, the price required to hire workers from other places at a high price was unimaginable. Seeing that the best cultivation season was about to pass, Schiller decided not to wait and would just fix the garden himself.

This was a quite bold decision, because the manor's garden wasn't a flower bed in the yard of an ordinary small villa. The biggest feature of this former viscount's manor was that ridiculously large back garden. It could be said that no one in the entire West Side could surpass it. Just clearing the plants that had died would consume a great deal of effort.

But Schiller had ready-made manpower. He stood by the door watching Clark and his dog walking into the garden wearing waders, and patted the mud on his gloves with satisfaction.

Pamela stood at the very front pointing the way for Clark and said, "Over here, all the plants in this entire area need to be cleared out. Don't look at me with that kind of look; they died long ago. I didn't even feel heartache, what are you feeling heartache for?"

Clark hesitated a bit, pushed aside the weeds at the very front, looked inside, and said, "Does the clearing you mean only require destroying the parts above the ground, or do you want to turn over the root systems as well?"

"If possible, I hope to bury the corpses of these plants, and then turn over the soil at a depth of two feet. This will make the subsequent plants survive better."

Pamela spread her hands and said, "The withering of plants is inevitable. They grow, bloom, and then wither. This is the law of the natural world. The death of plants brought about by sudden climate change is not something anyone wants to see, but I still hope they can have a good destination and participate in the cycle of the natural world."

Clark nodded to indicate he understood. He blinked gently, and red lasers shot out from his eyes, but he precisely controlled the turning of the soil three to four feet deep on the surface. The stems and leaves of the plants lying on the ground were turned underground along with it, and it wouldn't be long before they became new nutrients.

Pamela watched all this in shock, and within just a few dozen seconds, a large area nearby had been plowed flat. The laser disappeared, and Clark revealed a brilliant smile and said, "Thanks to the trip to Mexico, I only just learned that lasers have such a big use. I can plow fields now."

Looking at the ridges appearing on the ground, Pamela frowned, and at this time Schiller walked over and said, "Then let's open up a small vegetable garden. Where do you think it's more appropriate to put it? Pamela?"

"Can you grow vegetables? Professor." Pamela still didn't quite believe it. She said, "Forgive me for being blunt, but the gardening company probably won't take care of vegetable fields for you. This is completely different from a garden used for decoration."

"Growing vegetables is a quite energy-consuming job—sowing, cultivating, pest control, reproduction. If it's just grown for decoration, it's fine, but if you want both size and taste, I'm afraid it will take a great deal of energy to maintain."

A complex expression appeared on Pamela's face, and then she said, "Cat Getan's vegetables are very special. They really have a bit too much personality. I'm worried they will beat up and bully the flowers transplanted from other places."

"Then keep them far away from the flowers. My garden is big enough, this should be doable, right?"

Seeing that Schiller didn't seem to intend to change his mind, Pamela thought for a while and said, "No problem, we'll grow vegetables on that independent piece of land next to the warehouse in the back, but I can't guarantee they won't run out after they grow up."

"Then build some fences, or if that doesn't work, use an electric fence." Schiller stepped forward, intending to check that piece of land.

Pamela chased after him and said, "Professor, although I don't know why you have such an obsession with growing vegetables, Cat Getan is really not suitable..."

"Pamela." Schiller stopped his steps a bit helplessly, looked at Pamela, and said, "Overly lively plants are exactly what I want. If I don't find something for my butler to do, he will use his amazing gardening skills to maintain the newly planted flowers again. Do you think they can survive for three months?"

Pamela shut her mouth.

They arrived at the piece of land Pamela mentioned. It was a small plot of land next to the warehouse on the southernmost side of the garden, surrounded by two neatly laid stone paths, almost completely independent of the plots in front.

Schiller was very satisfied with the location of this nursery. After Clark used the laser from his eyes to turn the soil here again, they began to work on adding a fence to this piece of land.

"Cabbages usually don't jump very high, this can be called one of their weaknesses." Pamela followed Schiller in the garden looking for suitable wood, and said, "The leaves they use to support their bodies are very fragile, and the main body is not resistant to falling either, so they can jump to a height of about one meter at most. I think we can build a fence of 1.5 meters."

"But it must be wooden, and not a vine-woven fence, because their fists are much more powerful than their feet, and I'm not sure if they will climb up one on top of another, so it's best to leave some wooden thorns on the top."

Schiller and Pamela walked in front, Clark pulled Krypto and walked behind. Just as they walked next to a birch tree that had been cut down before, Krypto suddenly rushed toward the flower bed next to them.

"Oh, my god, Krypto, come back, come back quickly, you'll get your paws dirty!" Clark let out a scream and hurried to chase his dog, but Krypto's nose sniffed along the ground, finally stopped in front of a small puddle next to the flower bed, and then began to bark non-stop.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Clark hurriedly knelt halfway down to hug Krypto's head and rub it, wanting to soothe his dog.

Schiller and Pamela gathered around. The two looked down at the puddle, seeing their own reflections on the water surface, and the subtle water ripples stirred up by swimming in the lake that seemed to have shrunk countless times.

In the Batcave laboratory, Bruce focused on the microscope, and Lex stared at the experimental equipment without blinking. After a while, Lex took the lead and said, "Do you have a feeling that Professor Schiller's attitude is weird?"

"He looks like he doesn't really want to manage this matter." Bruce said while staring at the microscope, "And according to my experience, if he actually doesn't want to manage a certain matter, but participates in it, it proves that he might want to watch the fun."

"The problem is, which part of the Summer Killer incident is the fun?" Lex covered his forehead and said, "I always feel that our train of thought is wrong. If we infer from Professor Schiller's behavioral logic, there must be something very simple but we didn't notice. What could it be?"

Bruce finally looked up. He emptied his eyes and thought, saying, "We have investigated every link of this case. The autopsy report has no omissions, the intersection of the victims' trajectories has nothing special, the survivors' words have no loopholes, and all the innocent people haven't shown anything suspicious."

Bruce frowned and racked his brains. He had indeed done his best to screen all the places he suspected, and judging by Batman's suspicious personality, he had basically screened everything.

Under these circumstances, he still hadn't caught any clues about the Summer Killer. Bruce couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Batman from another universe did it?

Further research in the laboratory didn't bring good news either, but Bruce had to leave because Selina called him to say that Aisha was back and looking for her father. Bruce had to abandon the murder and deduction to go back and play with Aisha.

When Bruce pushed open the gate of Wei En Manor, Alfred was using a roller to stick dog hair on Aisha's body. Bruce recognized almost at a glance that it was Krypto's hair, so he picked Aisha up and asked, "Did you go play with Clark's dog?"

Aisha nodded, hugged Bruce's neck, hummed twice, and said, "Go to the garden to play, Daddy, they won't let me go, you take me!"

Bruce hugged Aisha higher, and in order to encourage her to speak, he deliberately asked her, "Why won't they let you go to the garden to play?"

"Rebuilding the garden, dangerous, anyway won't let go, can't go, play with blocks in the living room."

"Can't go? Who else besides you?"

"Barry and Harley." Aisha lay on Bruce's shoulder, waved at Alfred in the living room, and said, "I want to play in the sandbox, build a castle, and dig holes."

Bruce hugged Aisha and walked toward the garden. By the time he arrived, Selina was already waiting there. She took Aisha from Bruce's hands, rubbed her forehead hard with her cheek, and said, "Long time no see, little baby, your Aunt Maggie made you a beautiful hair tie, see if you like it."

Selina took out a shiny hair tie, studded with small balls covered in diamonds. Bruce originally wanted to say don't give Aisha such things that might make her swallow them, but after seeing the Bat symbol on it, he didn't speak.

Fortunately, Aisha had no interest in eating such small trinkets. She let out a happy scream, snatched it from Selina's hand, put it on her wrist, and waved her hand left and right with satisfaction.

"Do you want to swing or play in the sand?" Selina bounced Aisha and asked.

"She wants to go play in the sandbox." Bruce answered for Aisha, and then the family of three walked toward the newly opened sandbox in the back garden of Wei En Manor.

Before they arrived, Aisha rushed out, jumped high, and bounced into the sandbox. Selina took the small shovel and bucket she had left here from the side and began to build a castle with her.

Bruce also walked in, but at this time Aisha stretched out her small hands, handed the plastic toy bucket to him, and shouted, "Water! Water! Use water, use water faster!"

"She might want to wet the sand with water. Is there a water pipe or something nearby?" Selina squatted on the ground and looked back.

Bruce looked around and didn't find a garden hose. He knew that Alfred wouldn't water the plants randomly and would usually wait for the professional gardener to arrange it. The garden hose must have been put away in the warehouse.

The warehouse with the faucet was far away from here, and Aisha's patience clearly couldn't last until then. But just as Bruce's eyes scanned, he found a small puddle on the other side of the sandbox.

The garden was cleaned very cleanly by Alfred, so the accumulated water wasn't dirty. Aisha wasn't an ordinary child and wasn't afraid of water pollution or anything. Bruce simply carried the bucket and strode over, intending to scoop some water from the puddle for Aisha to play with.

But Aisha, whose curiosity was too sufficient, arrived at the small puddle faster than him, wanting to touch the water with her hands. Selina shouted from behind, and Bruce also wanted to stop her, but Aisha's hand stopped before touching the surface of the accumulated water.

"What is that?" Aisha squatted on the side, poked her head out, pointed at the thing in the water with her finger, and asked.

Bruce walked over, bent down to take a look, paused for a moment, and said, "That's a mosquito larva."

"What is a mosquito larva?" Aisha and Selina asked in unison.

"It's the larva of a mosquito..."

"What is a mosquito?"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration passed through Bruce's mind. All the clues were strung into a line, and he blurted out.

"The mosquito is... the Summer Killer!"