Chapter 2549: Rustling Down (Part 44)

Shiler still chose to go downstairs. He waded through the chaotic living room in his pajamas and came to the front door, looking through the peephole.

Standing outside was that old police officer, and a familiar face to Shiler, Gordon's old partner in the police station, Harvey Bullock, who was still in his pot-bellied state.

Shiler opened the door, looked at them, and said: "I'm afraid I don't have time to accept questioning now. There's a whole pile of trouble waiting for me to deal with."

"We aren't here to question you, Professor." Bullock narrowed his eyes and smiled, threw the already extinguished cigarette butt into the trash can next to him, and pointed to the back.

Shiler saw a strange big machine behind them, about half the height of a person. A soft tube extended from an interface, and there was a vacuum cleaner head in front.

"I've emphasized to that bunch of young kids many times that they should wear shoe covers when entering other people's houses, but there are always some who don't obey." The old police officer said with hidden meaning: "Especially those new ones, rushing around, regardless of anything."

"Can't let them mess around like this." Bullock leaned on the pillar of the porch and said: "Otherwise, the good image we built before will all be in vain. But we can't do anything about them for the time being, we can only try our best to wipe their butts."

Bullock reached out and patted the machine and said: "Introduce it, industrial cleaning machine. We happen to have someone who knows how to use this stuff. It can be used as a vacuum cleaner, and it can also be used as a floor mopping machine. It seems it can also level mud and take care of lawns."

"I know those new ones made this a mess." The old police officer said: "We will be responsible for cleaning your porch, Professor. We are also responsible for the chaos in your house, but considering that some of your collections might be too valuable, it's not convenient for us to clean up, so you can only find a way yourself."

"Later, we have to go to Principal Sivana's house." Bullock blinked and said: "That group of people even only took away the corpse, and didn't even handle the blood and the plastic sheet that touched the corpse. If they don't handle it, his house will become the biggest source of odor on this street."

"Please stand back, Professor." A head poked out from behind the machine, and the other party seemed to be about to start working.

Shiler took a step back. Bullock relit a cigarette and said: "This machine has some noise. If you find it annoying, just close the door and go to the second floor."

"No need." Shiler answered.

As soon as the machine started, the two disc-shaped brushes in front started to rotate crazily. Those dried footprints mixed with blood and mud disappeared the moment the machine passed, and the porch floor was instantly as clean as new.

One person pushed the machine, and the other held a vacuum cleaner. The brushes under the machine were responsible for solving stubborn stains, while the vacuum cleaner could suck up some dust and debris.

The efficiency of this machine was very high. A round trip cleaned the porch floor thoroughly, and then they went to clean the lawn.

About five or six minutes later, one of them came back and said: "The dirty things and footprints in the lawn have been cleaned up, but some grass was stepped on and it looks like it won't survive. Perhaps you can buy some grass seeds yourself..."

"There is a plant shop in the community. We will buy some and send them over after we finish cleaning the principal's house." Bullock bounced his body off the wall, extinguished the cigarette butt and threw it away, and waved at Shiler: "Goodbye, Professor."

After they left, Shiler still stood at the door for a while, as if he couldn't believe that one-third of his big trouble was solved just like that. Technology is indeed power.

And before cleaning up his main big trouble, he still had one thing to do, which was to hurry up and write the invitations and send them to everyone's home before it got dark, trying to let the guests not run for nothing.

Shiler flipped through the drawer and found that the remaining letter paper and envelopes were not enough to send the invitations again. He picked up the pen, thought about it, put it down, and took out his mobile phone.

He wanted to call Raven and let her take a detour back after eating to buy some envelopes, letter paper, and stamps at the post office, so he wouldn't pursue Raven's act of messing up his house.

"Hello? Raven? It's like this, I..."

Raven didn't wait to answer, and a large string of noisy sounds came from there again. It sounded like several children were playing crazy. Shiler shook his head lightly, sighed, and finally hung up the phone.

He went upstairs to change clothes, preparing to go to the post office himself. If he couldn't make it, he could only use gray fog to send letters.

The reason he didn't adopt the gray fog strategy in the first place was because although the gray fog state was good for work, he couldn't communicate with others. Even in Cat Getan, it was a bit thrilling for a cloud of fog to speak, let alone conduct pleasantries and greetings.

If he used a postman to send letters, he could let the postman bring a word to the guests to express his apologies. If he went to send them himself, he could also talk about what happened in his house to request the guests' understanding.

But if he used gray fog, all he could do was throw the letters into the mailbox. After all, there are many surveillance cameras in Cat Getan now. If he turned into a human form at someone's door, he might be exposed.

Shiler was changing clothes in the bedroom when he heard movement at the door again, followed by a patting sound.

From the chattering sounds below, Shiler could tell that it should be the Robins who came, but obviously there was no time for him to put on a suit. If he didn't go down, the door would be kicked open by them.

So Shiler could only continue to walk down the stairs in his pajamas, opened the door, and the Robins surged in like a wave, starting to shout at any object they could see.

"My god, Professor, is this the venue you plan to use for the party? What kind of special disaster style is this? It's so cool!" Jason started to take out his phone to take pictures.

"Oh, that sculpture, is that a Maori sculpture? I've heard of this style. They are indigenous people of Australia and New Zealand. I recently saw news reports about their living conditions." Tim picked up the wooden carving and said.

Dick picked up the bat doll and looked at the big cut on its back with some heartache: "What happened to this? What was it cut by?... My god, this thing is too big, my waist..."

After saying that, he fell backward, and Raven hurriedly helped him, resulting in both of them falling on the sofa together.

Aisha jumped into Shiler's arms very unceremoniously. She had grown up a lot, and Shiler almost couldn't hold her.

"Professor! Good food!" Aisha started to shout.

Jason immediately rushed over, plucked her from Shiler, rubbed her head vigorously, and said: "Knew you were a big mouth. Didn't we agree to give the Professor a surprise?!"

"We brought some food." Dick said: "Packed from that restaurant, it will definitely become the star dish of tonight's party!"

"Yes, Professor, this restaurant is great." Tim said: "Their roasted beef tendon and black pepper small ribs are simply amazing! We deliberately didn't eat too much and packed all the signature dishes."

"Sorry, today's housewarming banquet is canceled." Shiler said.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell silent. Dick asked a bit cautiously: "What's wrong? Why is it canceled?"

"Some accidents happened." Shiler didn't know how to explain.

"Actually, there is still some time before the banquet in the evening, so the best way is to clean up the house as fast as possible, even if the backyard cannot be used, everyone can eat in the room, or barbecue in the front yard."

At the root of the matter, Shiler didn't think he could clean up so much trouble in this period of time.

The main reason Shiler was so tolerant of Merkel was that he knew how hard it was to do these jobs.

It wasn't that Alfred was like a superman who could manage a huge manor without any mistakes, and all butlers should be like him. In fact, keeping any area clean and tidy for a long time is a painstaking and laborious job.

Some people think they are very clean, but in fact, they only love the cleanliness of their own standards. If you let them pay to clean up for others, many people can't do it well.

To achieve cleanliness in an objective sense or even in the eyes of some picky employers, you simply can't be idle, basically having to clean it over and over again.

And there must be a special labor wisdom, knowing which thing to do first, which thing to do next, and which things can be done together to achieve the highest efficiency, otherwise it is to exhaust yourself to death and still not clean it up.

So even if Merkel is not proficient in gardening, everything he raises dies, and he occasionally bumps into the manor's crafts, Shiler doesn't care. In essence, it is because he knows he is not good at it himself, and changing another one might not be better than Merkel. The main reason Merkel seems not good is that Alfred is too good.

But Alfred belongs to the cheat code opened by the screenwriter for Batman, which cannot be mentioned in the same breath. So objectively speaking, Merkel has already done very well.

Now without Merkel, Shiler has self-knowledge. He has hands and feet and can work. If you say give him a day to clean up slowly, it's fine, but if you say life-and-death speed with full efficiency, then this banquet doesn't have to be held today.

But this reason is really hard to explain to the Robins. After all, it seems they had high expectations, and Shiler saying he couldn't clean up the house is easily understood as being too lazy to clean, which is really disappointing.

"Sorry, it's actually my problem." Raven pulled her head back, "I told you before, my power is uncontrollable. Because of some things, I exploded once in this house, messing up everything."

"Then just clean it up, right?" Dick looked around and said: "It doesn't look very messy, not as messy as Tim's room."

"What did you say?! My room is clearly very clean, okay? Jason's room is the messiest!" Tim raised his voice and said.

"My room is messy because I have a lot of things." Jason was also very righteous and said: "And Alfred praised me for knowing how to clean up before. It's not bad to be able to organize the room to that extent with three big bookshelves, okay?"

"That is Aisha's room is the messiest, anyway I

"Aisha is not messy!" Aisha emphasized, "Mom's room is the messiest; she never tidies up her jewelry! She is the messiest!"

"You can't say that about Selina." Dick immediately covered Aisha's mouth and said, "Be careful, or Bruce will give you trouble."

"Dad is messy too! They are both messy together! One morning I saw both of their clothes on the flo..."

The three of them rushed over quickly and covered Aisha's mouth together.

Raven tugged at the corner of her clothes and said, "You bought me clothes, and I still messed up your house. I'm really sorry. I can use telekinesis to help tidy up, though it might take some time."

Schiller also began to think that if Raven helped, perhaps there would still be time, but at this moment, Aisha suddenly sniffed and said, "What's that smell?"