Chapter 2933

There was some movement in the living room, it seemed the front door opened.

Pamela was a bit surprised, she said, "Someone is coming?"

"Isn't this very normal? He has never given up on connecting." Tim said, "Before you came, he made an excuse to go to town to buy firewood, went out to meet someone I don't know, and just now he made a signal to somewhere I don't know under the guise of picking up firewood. Now it should be his contact object coming to the door."

Pamela couldn't help but look down at Tim. If there is any difference between him and Batman now, it is probably that he has a mouth, and has a kind of pride in his own wisdom and the narcissism in his bones that psychopaths often have.

Pamela felt that Dick and Jason were deeply influenced by Professor Schiller. Professor Schiller's existence made Bruce not become Dick's elder in the true sense, but more like his friend, which made him more relaxed and without such a strong sense of responsibility. That is a natural, not a pretended peace.

The influence on Jason goes without saying. He taught Jason to condense the surging power in his heart into a real weapon, which can be said to have directly shaped his personality.

But Schiller had no influence on Tim. To be precise, they were like people on the same path from the beginning. Parallel lines never intersect, but they can overlap. Schiller was not unable to influence Tim, he didn't need to influence him.

If we use Professor Schiller's words, people like them are good at shaping themselves and have never been forced to do so for a moment. Any disaster is not an excuse for them to become what they are now, and thousands of evils are also chosen by themselves.

As far as Pamela can see, even if Tim Drake was handed over to Gordon, he would still be the dead look he is today, not to mention that Bruce, who raised Tim, was not a good bird himself. The upper beam is not straight, and the lower beam is more crooked.

But Tim has to be better than blue. Bruce at least had the tempering of his parents' death and difficult growth. Tim has been smooth sailing all the way. It is God's blessing that he only shows the tip of the iceberg of a demon who messes up the world now.

Slightly heavy footsteps sounded, and besides that, another sound of tapping the ground was heard, which was regularly in harmony with the footsteps.

Tim raised his eyelids and said with some surprise, "Blind?"

Instantly, only a sound of breaking through the air was heard, a blind cane shattered the glass above their heads with a crash, shot out like a bullet, and landed on the ground more than a meter away from them.

Schiller opened the back door, carried them back to the house one by one, and had to remove the broken glass shards from their hair.

"Didn't I say we would be discovered?" Pamela said unhappily.

"That wasn't discovered by Schiller either." Tim was still stubborn.

"You only confirmed that Schiller has no superpowers, why don't you think about whether his contact has superpowers?" Pamela asked.

Tim was also speechless.

But this is indeed his omission. There are very few people with real superpowers in Gotham, most of them are some super intelligence, but the Earth they are on now is simply full of people with superpowers, and one is more exaggerated than the other.

For example, this blind man in a suit sitting opposite them, both of them had already found the farthest window to eavesdrop, and he still discovered them in an instant.

Schiller picked out the glass shards in their hair, drove them upstairs, and told them to stay in their rooms and not come out. So obviously, Tim couldn't let it go.

The two bedrooms upstairs are adjacent. Tim flipped out directly from the window, then jumped onto the balcony of Pamela's window, and flipped in from the window of Pamela's bedroom again.

"Did you forget that you are also a person with superpowers?" Tim clapped his hands and said.

Pamela made a silent gesture to him and pointed to a tall pine tree outside the window. The pine tree was rustling with leaves blown by the wind. Tim couldn't hear anything, but in Pamela's ears, the pine tree was repeating the conversation in the living room to her.

So she also repeated it to Tim.

"... recently quite famous, if expected, I can take advantage of him and attend this party."

"Are you sure he is reliable? Ma Te?"

"What you want is not reliability." The man in the suit called Ma Te took back his blind cane from Schiller and said, "Just a kid who just graduated from law school, how reliable can he be? Do you still expect him to give those big figures a punch?"

"The movement he made on the internet gave many people a punch." Schiller put the wine glass in front of Mark and said, "He should be the hottest internet lawyer. Many famous lawyers may not necessarily earn as much as he did last year even if they work hard for a lifetime."

"Just good luck, he is still too impetuous." Ma Te shook his head modestly and said, "At first I just wanted him to help people with financial difficulties solve legal problems for free on the internet. I didn't expect him to do better. That money is also what he deserves."

"I don't want to care about this. What I mean by reliable is, does he have the quality they want?"

"What?"

"Opinion leader." Schiller seemed to intend to make the words clear. He poured wine into his wine glass and said, "There are too many online supporters for the female candidate, and the male candidate needs a strong fist power. His first choice now is still me."

"You? With all due respect, you are the opposite of an opinion leader—a mastermind behind the scenes."

"Know that your wording is rigorous. Can we not deviate from the topic? What we are discussing now is your student, not me."

"I am not deliberately boasting, but Larry is indeed good at expressing his opinions. His speeches are always inflammatory, so I don't let him contact the traditional legal industry too much, but let him do new media, which is good for everyone."

"I thought the traditional legal industry was also like this."

"If it's just inciting the jury, it's no problem, but his ability to work in documents is insufficient, basically only having a mouth, and it's easy to express extreme remarks when emotional, and even want to beat the client, which is indeed not suitable for being a traditional lawyer."

"Then he is indeed very suitable to be an opinion leader."

"Yes, if they invite him to go, they will find that such a young man is more in line with their requirements than you. You are too cautious and didn't give them any hope."

"Now it makes me suffer so much harassment, I can't believe what they would do if I didn't behave so maturely."

"It's just that you don't like it. I will suggest Larry to be an internet lawyer, also because he likes to be paid attention to and enjoys the feeling of being in the spotlight, and doesn't feel that it is harassment."

"Born to be a star."

"Who says it's not?" Ma Te paused and said, "But I am just his teacher, not his father, let alone God. I can't guarantee whether he will really be bought."

"What is wanted is that he is bought. If you get a Captain America, it will be difficult for me to handle."

Ma Te frowned and said, "He can stumble for a while, but you can't push him down, and I can't either. I oppose doing so."

"This is the difference between the two of us, Ma Te. If you don't let him fall into the water, he will never know how cold the water is."

Ma Te took a sip of wine, seemingly not wanting to argue anymore, or they had argued about this issue too many times, and he had never won once. Just after being silent for a while, he still said.

"You have to promise me that he can't be hurt too badly."

"I promise you that his spirit will not have problems."

"That is to have nothing but spirit? You are too cruel, Schiller, he is only 25 years old."

"Do you want me to tell you what I did when I was 25?"

"Not necessary, but you can't use yourself to compare with ordinary people." Ma Te still conscientiously persuaded, saying, "I know that Larry's personality will stumble sooner or later, but there is a difference between being tripped and jumping off a building directly. Promise me, you are not the hand that pushes him off the building, okay?"

"I am not, there will always be someone who is. At least I will choose a place for him where there is a swimming pool downstairs. If others push him, the cement floor will not have a crack."

Ma Te was silent for a long time and said, "Whatever you say, anyway, I will go with him."

"You know you can't stop him. If he is a hen, it's my fault to throw him into the crowd, but if he is a peacock, then falling into the dung pit will not hinder him from opening the screen."

Ma Te sighed heavily, which meant he accepted Schiller's statement.

"You think that pointing out the road for him is helping him avoid the losses he might eat by joining the traditional legal industry, but is the internet road easy to walk? If he doesn't experience tempering, how can he change from one opinion leader to another?"

"Another one?" Ma Te repeated this word. He knew what Schiller was talking about, but this real opinion leader basically died out in the last century. Most of the remaining ones are just clowns who eat people's teeth and show off."

"Okay, I promise you, I'm just going to see, as long as he has no life danger, I won't take action."

"You won't be welcomed."

"It's not the first time." Ma Te smiled and said indifferently, "Even if he thinks I'm annoying, it doesn't matter, I'm just doing my duty."

"You are just soft-hearted." Schiller evaluated accurately.

The two people upstairs ended the eavesdropping and looked at each other. Tim touched his chin first and said, "This person named Ma Te is a lawyer, he has an intern named Larry, and this Larry should be a very famous internet lawyer."

Pamela had already searched on the internet, and soon she said, "Not just generally famous, he should be the hottest internet lawyer now. He helped many people solve cases on the internet and often made some ridiculous misunderstandings. In today's words, it's called having a lot of program effects."

"Then, as Schiller said, the female candidate has too much power on the internet, and the male candidate urgently needs to fight back. At first, he stared at Schiller, but found that Schiller was not eating oil and salt, so he stared at Larry."

"It seems Schiller intends to facilitate this matter. Why?"

"He wants to buy a farm, the farm wants to hold a party, the party will affect the election, then is he really just wanting to buy a farm?"

"Could it be that one of the candidates is his person?"

"Which one?"

Pamela shook her head. Tim couldn't be sure now, and she didn't know even more. Tim said, "If he wants to facilitate this matter, it should be biased towards the male candidate, but he also said that Larry might stumble in this matter, and the severity of the consequences is no less than jumping off a building, which means it is not a good thing for Larry to stand for the male candidate."

"That is the female candidate?"

"Then she doesn't need to push Larry over. Instead, she should prevent him from appearing. It's not that the streets are full of internet celebrities. Two internet celebrities in a row refused the male candidate's recruitment. She will have no choice, and it will be a foregone conclusion when dragged to the election."

Pamela felt her brain was smoking. She was completely unsuitable for reasoning, so she simply emptied her brain and listened to Tim's judgment.

"There must be a decisive force outside our line of sight." Tim sat on the ground, covering his mouth with one hand, his eyes rolling up to look at the ceiling and said, "Destroy all order, break the seemingly balanced card table, before they appear, all speculations about Schiller's ultimate purpose are unreliable."