Chapter 2233: Late Autumn in the Golden City (Part 32)

Lex met Pamela in the kitchen.

This young lady, who had regained her vitality, was stealing food—or perhaps it couldn't be called stealing; Merkel had taken out a portion of the extra-prepared desserts for her to pad her stomach first.

"I don't know what's wrong, but ever since my mental state recovered, my appetite has gotten much better. Now I even eat three meals a day."

"How many meals did you eat before?"

"Sleep until noon, then muddle through until evening, and around eight or nine o'clock, eat some sandwich or something before rushing to the lab."

"It's a miracle you're still alive."

Pamela and Lex obviously had nothing to do, so they could only sit on both sides of the kitchen bar and chat. Pamela looked Lex up and down and said, "Can't tell, you look quite decent after dressing up."

"I didn't expect to hear anything good from your mouth." Lex said listlessly.

They were of similar age and often bumped into each other in the lab, so they were quite familiar, and Lex also knew Pamela's nature.

"Talia and I have a plan," Pamela snapped her fingers and said, "It's roughly like this..."

Pamela began to tell Lex about her earth-shattering plan. Unexpectedly, Lex wasn't shocked by this; he just said, "You guys are hot-headed, but you haven't considered the feasibility of this at all."

"First of all, the biggest problem is that you invited Clark Kent. Do you know that he is actually an alien? Do you know that his power is enough to blow up the Earth with one punch?"

"Of course, we know he is powerful. This is also one of the reasons we chose him. Ah, yes, it's not entirely because he is handsome."

"That is indeed the case when he is rational," Lex picked up a piece of pastry, but fearing it would dirty his clothes, he didn't eat it, just observed the patterns on it and said, "You know when men are most fragile and have almost no rational thinking ability. You are very right. You, Talia, and Selina are all hot, and this is precisely the dangerous source that makes Clark lose control."

Pamela opened her mouth, then closed it again. She sighed and said, "I really don't know what kind of experience allows you to think of this point the first time after hearing our plan."

"This proves that I am a normal person full of reason, and you are a group of lunatics blinded by lust."

"Alright, the problem you mentioned does exist, but uh, doesn't he have a girlfriend..."

"Madness caused by group excitement. Don't let Professor Schiller know that you have completely returned the knowledge in the books to him."

Pamela sighed deeply and said, "Then, pure human party, are you coming?"

"And you guys actually haven't settled Bruce and Selina at all. They didn't agree. To make them agree, just you and Pamela aren't enough, and even with me, it's not enough. You have to pull in Clark, but pulling him in is very dangerous."

Pamela covered her forehead with her hand. She had to admit that Lex was right. This was another significant circular contradiction.

"Who do you think can move Bruce and Selina besides Clark?"

"I don't think you can persuade Schiller."

"Cough cough cough cough!!!" Pamela coughed violently, almost choking to death on the food in her mouth. She had to get up and rush to the faucet, then gulped down a few mouthfuls of water.

When Pamela walked back to the bar, she let out a long breath. She shook her head and said, "Don't mention that name for now. You have no idea what happened."

Lex raised an eyebrow and looked at Pamela with interested eyes. Pamela said, "You might not believe it if I say it, but I almost pulled him in—in a physical sense."

"What did you do?" Lex frowned and asked.

"I believe you can see my changes. Yes, one of the treatment results of Professor Schiller is quite amazing, right?"

Pamela placed her arms on the table and said, "But you also know that I have some special abilities, and my mental state was unstable before. Although I don't remember it, I can imagine that during the treatment, I probably wouldn't have complied obediently."

"You attacked Professor Schiller?"

"I'm afraid it was worse than that." Pamela pursed her lips and said, "I might have tried to wrap him with vines to restrict his movements. Although I think it didn't succeed in the end, it was still very terrifying."

"Perhaps it also partially succeeded," Lex covered his mouth with a glass, his eyes drifting to the side and saying, "The Professor won't hurt his students. If you were at a critical stage at that time, he might not have resisted at the risk of treatment failure."

"Are you trying to say I really caught him?"

"Did he tell you this? How did he describe it?"

"Some terrible restrictive measures based on vines."

"Then even if it wasn't so serious, at least part of it is fact," Lex drank some water and said, "You should understand that Professor Schiller looks like he hates everyone in this world equally. If not necessary, he won't show weakness unless it is indeed the case."

"He doesn't like blood very much," Lex said, "Despite having various religious and symbolic meanings, for a doctor, the complex components in blood still can't be called clean. Splashing blood is a disaster for unprotected oral and eye mucosa."

"And other Schillers are different," Pamela licked her lips, her mind recalling the glossy moose meat, "Blood is a good cooking ingredient. Because of its liquid but coagulable nature, it can be shaped into many delicacies."

"You can cook too?"

"Haven't you seen Schiller cook?"

Lex shook his head, but Pamela didn't feel proud. She said, "Then perhaps he doesn't want you to see."

"What do you mean?" Lex heard the subtext in Pamela's words.

But Pamela had a flash of inspiration and said, "Also, remember? The person hosting this banquet is not Professor Schiller, and I have seen another feast of this Schiller."

"The main course was prepared a month before the banquet started. He captured many prey, dismantled their parts, observed their organs, tried their tastes, and then looked for a perfect cooking method."

"Are you trying to say this banquet is also..."

Pamela shook her head and said, "No, there should be many occult figures at this banquet, and even visitors from other universes we don't understand. The flavor of special raw material dishes can't be hidden from them, and Schiller doesn't need to entertain them like this."

"I mentioned this just to say that Schiller doesn't shy away from using some special ingredients, especially if these ingredients are delivered to his door..."

"The other party is not human?" Lex asked.

Pamela nodded and said, "Human blood cannot have such powerful strength. No matter how much magic is practiced, it can't be done. This is limited by the innate conditions of humans."

Lex breathed a sigh of relief, and the expression on his face immediately became indifferent. He said, "Then let him be. Just like you said, she delivered herself to his door. What does it have to do with us?"

"Do you think I care about her life safety?" Pamela said with some disdain, "I don't care about the life or death of humans, nor do I care about any species other than plants. But don't you think this matter is bizarre?"

She walked down the steps in a hurry, walked to the chair next to Lex, and sat down, saying, "Do you think Professor Schiller would be unpopular when he was young?"

"If it weren't for his too intense personal temperament, he would also be very popular now," Lex said.

"In fact, I asked him this question."

This really made Lex look at Pamela with admiration. He looked at Pamela with surprise. Pamela snorted coldly and said, "The questions I ask are beyond your imagination."

"Bravery is sometimes recklessness."

"But at least I'm still sitting here now, instead of on a plate."

"Perhaps because Schiller is not a vegetarian."

Pamela pulled the topic back to the right track. She said, "Schiller once personally admitted that in his life, there were many beautiful and enthusiastic ladies who left a deep impression on him. Do you think anything could have happened between them?"

"Perhaps there were, but I think the form is likely a bit different from what we imagine," Lex clearly understood these lunatics better. He said, "From your perspective, where does Schiller's greatest attraction lie?"

"'Everything in this world is sexual attraction'," Pamela first quoted a sentence, then expressed her own view: "I don't think this sentence is completely correct. It sounds a bit too extreme, but if you are referring to this aspect, I think it comes from 'taboo'."

"Exactly," Lex nodded and said, "People like to overstep boundaries. It will bring another kind of stimulation beyond simple physical enjoyment, making people unable to stop."

"When you see someone and think 'Oh, this is impossible', there is something urging you to try whether it is possible or not. Curiosity, adventurous spirit, and competitive spirit can all be driving factors."

"This is much more advanced than simple hormonal attraction," Lex tapped the table with his fingers and said, "Women are particularly sensitive to this aspect. Your understanding of male charm is like this: you appreciate both the original powerful wildness and are even more obsessed with the shackles that bind the beast."

Pamela licked her lips, lowered her eyes, and said, "Alright, don't tell anyone. If I can persuade Bruce, he must wear his bat suit to come, and Superman too."

Lex ignored her and continued, "I suspect that Schiller frequently used this point when he was young. I'm afraid the truth of the intersection between him and those so-called beautiful and enthusiastic ladies is more cruel and bloody than you imagine."

"Why do you say that?"

"The act of stabbing itself is very strange," Lex analyzed, "To subdue, knocking out is simpler than stabbing. To murder, stabbing the eye socket and heart is more efficient. But you said he stabbed the abdomen."

"As long as the knife isn't poisoned, the wound definitely won't be fatal," Pamela said very positively, "But it will be very painful."

"The Schiller who did it, besides being more devoid of moral concepts than the Professor, is also afraid he doesn't understand pity, and won't consider old feelings. Breaking into the master bedroom is impolite in itself, and the other party attacked first. Schiller has no reason to show mercy."

"Unless the other party is not ordinary," Pamela revealed an interested smile and said, "Either she is useful to the banquet, or she is useful to Schiller."

"What do you want to do?" Lex narrowed his eyes, looking at Pamela who revealed an excited expression.

"Find her."

"Are you crazy?"

Pamela looked at Lex with glowing eyes and said, "If things are really as we speculated, as long as I find her, perhaps I can really pull Schiller in." ===== CHAPTER 2235 =====

While Schiller was on the phone, Pamela and Lex had already passed through the dining room at the back and arrived at the garden porch.