Chapter 2329: Cat Getan Music Festival (77)

There was another long silence on the other side, which even made Oliver suspect whether there were any unique rules for renting a house in Cat Getan, and Schiller forgot to tell him. Was the other side waiting for his code?

"602 Pedro Street, talk in person."

The other party hung up the phone after saying this sentence, which made Oliver even more confused.

However, he didn't have any other worries. If the other party was just an ordinary black agent who wanted to trick him over to rob him, he wasn't someone to be trifled with either. And there were almost no FBI agents in this city, so he didn't need to worry about being caught.

Oliver started the car and set off immediately. Schiller, who was standing by his bedroom window, breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he had found a suitable house, and he could finally rest.

This time, before Schiller could get into bed, there was a knock-knock-knock sound outside the door, and it was very urgent. As soon as Schiller opened the door, Harley rushed in directly.

Schiller was almost bumped into a stagger by her. After stabilizing his figure, he discovered that Harley was holding several small balls of different colors in her hand.

Discovering that Schiller's gaze had shifted to her hand, Harley was extremely proud, with one hand on her hip and the other held high, shaking those small balls in her hand toward Schiller.

"What is this?" Schiller asked.

"Of course, it's the money you like the most!" Harley looked at Schiller and said, "Don't look with that expression, let me introduce them."

Harley patted her chest and said, "The first batch of sinner hunters, also the hunters with the largest number of kills and the best soul quality so far, and the comprehensive ranking is also first!"

Schiller didn't react for a while. Harley said, "I have my demon vision on. It can't query your soul information, which means you are not from this universe at all."

"When I was studying at Kamar-Taj, Professor Strange told me that your work and rest are so healthy that you don't look like a normal human. If I'm not mistaken, you just stayed up all night and are now sleepy to death."

Schiller finally relaxed completely. He sat on the bed with a plop, and as a result, he felt the restrictive feeling of the suit. He shook his head and said, "I'll change into pajamas first, you wait for me for a while."

Harley grabbed his sleeve and said, "Don't rush, what I want to say is very simple. After I finish speaking, it won't be too late for you to change clothes."

Harley shook the small balls in her hand and said, "I saw a police car when I came back. You should have already seen my results, right?"

Schiller frowned slightly, and then he remembered that Harley was referring to the two corpses whose heads had been cut off and hung upside down.

"I just want to tell you, this is not my academic level, but this group of damn old-fashioned demons each has their own sacrifice methods. The one I'm preparing to trade with requires placing the head in the center of the magic circle, placing the magic circle under the headless corpse, and letting the blood soak the magic circle, so that the soul can be successfully extracted."

Harley cleared her throat and said, "Please help me tell the Professor, I have protested fiercely against this kind of unartistic way of committing crimes, but they won't change it no matter what. I can only do it this way, and it's not that I deliberately want to pollute your eyes and brain."

Harley shook her head somewhat irritably, threw her hair back, and said, "This is not the point either. You didn't tell me the code. I flipped through almost all the newspapers you used, and only then found these two idiots who revealed their information unintentionally."

"But this is really too slow. I spent a lot of time deciphering the case numbers. Those advertisements, one after another, made my head ache. So can we discuss it? You give me a list directly."

"What are you in such a hurry for?" Schiller asked.

"God, you must be sleepy and stupid," Harley lowered her hand and said helplessly. "If the souls of sinners are a resource, then Cat Getan will definitely become a treasure city of the magic world. As far as I know, all the magicians who survived in the world are approaching this side. If I don't make good use of my local first-mover advantage, I won't have a chance to grab such high-quality souls again."

Schiller was already a bit sleepy and confused. He didn't listen to Harley's explanation at all, but followed his instinct and said, "I give you a list, and you can only kill them one by one according to the list, and after killing them, you have to arrange them in the posture specified by that group of demons. How many orders can you do in a day at most? Two? Three?"

"Then what should I do?" Harley's face collapsed and she said, "Isn't this the mode you formulated? You know this is unfavorable for young people, and I still have to go to school and do homework."

Schiller waved his hand and said, "You are the one who is sleepy and stupid. We welcome tourists because tourists pay their own travel expenses to come here to spend money. And that group of magicians wants to come here to convert the sinners here into their own resources. This is blatant money grabbing. Will you let them get their wish?"

"But I can't beat those magicians either," Harley sighed and said. "The occult world here has serious age discrimination. The body hasn't developed to adulthood, and the magic power that can be carried is very limited. They each have unique skills, and sneak attacks might not necessarily succeed."

Schiller covered his forehead helplessly and said, "You just said you have a local advantage. Then what is the biggest advantage of a local?"

Harley looked at Schiller.

"Magicians can't float in the sky when they come to Cat Getan. They have to eat and live. Long-term living and going out can't rely entirely on teleportation. They have to get a car. They are not like you, knowing that there is a code. If they want to lock onto a target, they have to rely on asking for information everywhere."

Harley suddenly realized, patted her thigh and said, "I just said Black Island doesn't look like Bruce's idea. You really live up to your name."

Then she counted on her fingers and began to calculate how many houses she had in various commercial districts and urban areas, and which ones to sell to buy an island and build it into a money-burning cave like Black Island.

Schiller pointed to the door. Harley ran out nimbly. Before going out, she lay on the door frame, poked her head in and said, "Thank you, Doctor. In fact, I have a better idea. You will see it soon."

Schiller sighed lightly, walked back to the room to change into pajamas, and just as he came back, he saw a silvery-white figure by the window. It was White Tank.

He turned his head to look at Schiller, then frowned somewhat puzzled and said, "What's wrong with you? You look like a stranded fish."

"I'm very sleepy," Schiller said directly. "So if there's nothing, you should hurry out. I'm going to sleep."

A trace of imperceptible awkwardness and embarrassment appeared on Stark's face, which usually wouldn't appear on White Tank's face, because he didn't have a face at all.

So generally, when he showed this kind of emotion, it proved that this matter must be related to Pepper. Usually, Schiller would definitely be able to read this flash of emotion in a sober state, but now he was sleepy to death and didn't see anything.

"Do you know that island?" Stark asked. "The one built on the sea. I heard from locals that it's called Black Island."

Schiller sat on the edge of the bed and nodded, leaned back on the pillow and closed his eyes, but was soon shaken awake by Stark. Stark said, "Don't sleep yet, listen to me finish. I also want to build an island like that. Do you have any good ideas?"

Before Schiller could speak, Stark said, "Pepper just called me. Of course, we didn't talk about anything. The previous contradictions couldn't be treated as if they didn't happen, but she would take the initiative to call me, which still surprised me quite a bit."

"You called, she answered," Schiller said with his eyes closed. "This indeed surprised you, because you have always believed that you are not that important in her heart."

Stark finally couldn't hide his embarrassment, and Schiller said, "Don't be embarrassed first. There is something even more embarrassing. You pretended to be a hero and gave away the Stark Group, leading to being penniless now. You can't show up in an official capacity when you return to your original universe, becoming a poor black household."

"Who are you saying is a poor black household?!" Stark raised his volume.

"And you can't even see your parents you are thinking about now. You must have learned about their return from the other Stark. Howard will definitely be very disappointed in you, because you are not even as mixed as he was when he was at his worst."

"Schiller!!!!"

Looking at Schiller, who seemed to have completely lost his soul, Stark took a deep breath, decided not to count with him, and said, "I think the mode of that island is not bad. What do you think?"

"Just scraps," Schiller muttered with his eyes closed. "Who let that student of Pride keep chanting about lack of money when he came to the tower? I gave him a plan at a discount."

"How much is a plan?"

"It depends on how much money you want to earn." Schiller's voice became weaker and weaker, obviously having stepped into dreamland with half a foot, but still insisted on saying.

"If I want to earn back the Stark Group?"

Schiller sat up with a swoosh.

With his hands crossed on his legs, he looked at Stark with a smile and said, "Do you have any specific requirements for the plan?"

"You're not sleepy?"

"I just slept very well. Come on, tell me your requirements. I'll send you the plan tonight."

By the time White Tank left, it was already noon. Merkel called Schiller downstairs to eat. Schiller was indeed a bit hungry. He weighed between eating and sleeping, felt that he couldn't sleep even if he was hungry, so he decided to go downstairs to eat.

Just as he sat at the dining table, his phone rang. Gordon's voice came from the other side, "Something happened, Professor. Turn on the TV, quickly."

Schiller didn't understand, so Merkel had already pressed the remote control button. Just as he turned to the news channel, a pair of pointed ears appeared in front of the screen.

And what truly surprised Schiller was that the image on the screen showed that the camera was set up inside a chemical plant. Above a huge chemical pool was a large string of people tied up, with tape on their mouths, and some even had guns in their pockets.

"You know who I am?" A low and hoarse voice appeared on the screen. The figure with long pointed ears only revealed a shadow. Everyone watching the live TV broadcast heard him say.

"Another group of reckless people broke into my city. They must pay the price for this. Cat Getan is not anyone's playground. Remember, I am the night, I am vengeance, I am... Batman."

Schiller slapped his forehead with a palm.

"Batman?" Merkel raised his volume and shouted in disbelief.

"He is a fart of Batman." Schiller finally couldn't hold it anymore. ===== CHAPTER 2330 =====