Chapter 3557: Edge of Tomorrow (Part 14)

Shiler first made a pair of simple water shoes with the remaining plastic sheet. The plastic sheet wrapped up to his knees, which could prevent water from splashing onto his pants.

Then he began to release water onto the bathroom tiles. As far as he knew, the waterproofing project of the new campus was done quite well; all places that needed water had been carefully waterproofed, and the possibility of leaking directly to the floor below was not high.

With two faucets running water at the same time, the speed was still very fast. The water on the bathroom floor covered his feet, and Shiler poured the cleaning agent in first.

He laid the carpet flat and picked up a brush to start scrubbing.

Although there was quite a bit of blood on the carpet, it was fresh blood after all, not some old dirt, and it hadn't completely seeped into every gap of the carpet, so it was brushed off after a few scrubs.

With the help of the powerful cleaning agent, the blood soon vanished without a trace. After scrubbing enough, Shiler opened the bathroom floor drain, let the water go, and put the carpet aside to dry.

When he returned to the room, Victor had almost finished washing the floor and furniture. Shiler turned down the power of the water gun, added cleaning agent to the water tank, and began to spray water on the ground.

He sprayed a layer of water, then continued to scrape with the squeegee. After scraping, he rinsed with the water gun again, and the ground was basically clean.

The more troublesome part was the wall. The wall under the window was covered in blood, and the wall wasn't decorated with wall panels or anything like that; it was just the most ordinary white wall, and the blood had completely seeped in.

Shiler shoveled off all that part of the wall skin, sprayed it with cleaning agent, and then swept it with the steam mode of the water gun. The blood was basically invisible, but the wall was bald in a large patch, looking very strange.

"What should we do about this? It should be too late to patch the wall." Victor said somewhat distressed.

"It's fine," Shiler said, "Wall skin peeling is normal. The students will find a way to explain it themselves."

Victor thought about it and felt it was the same. If he found the classroom wall peeling while attending class, he would probably just call a repairman to deal with it, and wouldn't think a murder had happened here.

Then Shiler began to deal with the window and the exterior wall. Fortunately, the exterior wall of the activity building was covered in tiles, and the bloodstains could be washed off with a water gun. However, to prevent bloody water from dripping to the floor below, Shiler still chose to use a rag.

He wiped the bloodstains off the exterior wall with a rag, washed the gaps in the window frame clean with a high-pressure water gun, and wiped the glass clean; the rehearsal room was basically done.

Shiler placed the carpet in the corner of the classroom, wrote a note and stuck it on the wall next to it, meaning that a drink had been spilled on the carpet before, and it was being dried after being washed, so please do not approach.

After that, he entered the bathroom. Next was the main event, because the ceiling near the door was also stained with blood. They needed to take down those two ceiling tiles and scrub them clean.

The reason they couldn't use a high-pressure water gun was that there were gaps between the ceiling tiles. If blood got inside, the high-pressure water gun definitely couldn't reach it, so they had to take it apart for inspection, otherwise there might be omissions.

Taking apart the ceiling was, of course, Victor's job. His manual ability was quite good, and this wasn't difficult either. Most ceiling tiles weren't welded to the keel and could be taken down by pushing them up gently.

After taking them down, the two of them found, sure enough, there was blood in the gaps and on the back. After scrubbing them clean in the sink and reinstalling them, there was no problem at all.

By the time the sky was just brightening, the two had finally finished dealing with all the traces in the rehearsal room. After moving the bassist's corpse onto the car, the work was basically completed.

"Where should this thing be sent?" Victor said while opening the car door, looking at the trunk. "Should we send it to the cryo-chamber first?"

"That won't do. He isn't a street thug or a homeless person; no one cares if he disappears. Being able to read at a university means his family background is good. If he goes missing, his parents will come looking, and the school might have to take responsibility."

"Then what should we do?"

"We have to forge a reasonable reason for death." Shiler sighed gently and said, "Call Wei Lun... I mean, Killer Croc, and have him wait for us at the intersection ahead."

Victor nodded and contacted Wei Lun as Shiler said. The two parties soon met on the east side of a crossroads.

Victor put the wrapped corpse into Wei Lun's car. Shiler said: "This guy had bad intentions toward Harley and was finished off by her. But because he's a university student, we have to find a more reasonable way for him to die. Where is the most chaotic bar street that university students often go to?"

Wei Lun thought for a moment and said: "There are quite a few bar streets next to Cat Getan University, but if you want the most chaotic one, it has to be the Golden Cup Bar. That side is a drug distribution point, drug addicts love to gather there, and gangs are also fighting for territory there; there are bloody incidents almost every day."

"That's it." Shiler said. "Are there any small-scale cheap bars there? Preferably where the boss and the waiter are only one or two people, management is chaotic, and it wouldn't be strange if something happened at any time."

"Tail Alley Bar." Wei Lun said. "The drugs there are of very poor quality, basically damp goods from the wharf, but they are cheap. Those who have fried their brains on drugs and can't make money gather there."

Shiler gave Wei Lun a look and said: "Take this guy, let's go over there."

The three got back into Wei Lun's car and drove toward Tail Alley Bar. But the car didn't stop in front of the bar, but at an intersection one street away.

Wei Lun carried the corpse, and Shiler walked in front. When they arrived, they found it was really similar to what Shiler described.

This bar was at the very end of the street, with a semi-basement structure, neither a back door nor windows, the terrain was quite ideal, and it was small and dirty. Before even entering, one could smell a strong smell of smoke and vomit.

Shiler sighed again, recalled in his heart how to spend the 500,000, and then pushed the door and walked in.

Quite a few people were lying on the tables and the ground; some were still smoking, some had already passed out.

There was no bartender in front of the bar at all, and a figure sitting behind looked like the boss, but he didn't come out to look even after hearing people come in, seemingly thinking it was just another one who had gotten high.

It was dawn now, and there weren't many people in the bar, four or five in the front, one or two in the back.

Wei Lun threw the corpse directly into the center of the house, and by the way, threw the rag and the blood-stained plastic sheet over. When Victor walked in, he was carrying a bucket of gasoline, which he had drawn from his car.

He splashed the gasoline everywhere so openly, even splashing it on the group of drug addicts who had passed out, but not a single one reacted, seemingly treating them as hallucinations seen when overdosing on drugs.

After a bucket of gasoline was splashed, the bar boss finally walked over from the back. He was stunned when he saw them, because the attire of Shiler's group didn't look like people who would come to this place. But before he could ask, Shiler threw the lighter directly onto the ground.

Suddenly, flames rose. Several people quickly retreated to the outside, and by the way, blocked the door.

Even so, the people in the house didn't have any intention of running. It was just the time for a hangover, and by the time the neighbors around saw the thick smoke, the inside had already burned to charcoal.

"Finally finished." Victor sighed. "I want to go back to the office and have a good sleep."

"Don't rush, the evidence chain is still missing the most critical link." Shiler took out his phone and found an intersection on the web navigation.

"There is a Cat Getan Police Department surveillance camera on the street lamp at this intersection, which can just happen to capture the entrance of the bar street."

"Although this camera theoretically belongs to the Cat Getan Police Department, in fact, the image data and so on are stored in the branch office. Cat Getan University belongs to an independent community and has an independent police branch." Shiler had Wei Lun take the two of them to this branch.

It was still early, and the police hadn't started work yet. Shiler skillfully avoided the cameras in the branch and came to the monitoring room.

While letting Victor open the computer, he called Harley. He thought Harley should be up by now.

"Hello? You're up? You've already arrived at the classroom?... It's nothing, don't mention it. I just wanted to ask you, what time does the guy who attacked you usually go to the bar?"

"Don't ask me 'why do you know' again... No, I won't tell fortunes for the dead either. Miss, the two of us just worked for you all night, let's save each other some sleep time."

"Around 9 PM every Thursday to Saturday? Alright, I know."

Shiler looked at the calendar; today happened to be Thursday. If the bassist wasn't planning to attack Harley, he definitely went to the bar today. He was quite lucky in this regard.

"Check the surveillance footage from a Sunday half a year ago." Shiler said.

After Victor checked for a while, he said: "Found it, this should be him, right?"

On the screen, a person wearing a white jacket parked the car, walked toward the bar street, and the figure soon disappeared at the intersection.

Next, without Shiler having to explain, Victor knew what to do. He directly overwrote today's footage with this footage.

If Harley knew when the bassist would go to the bar, the others in the band definitely knew too. Combined with this surveillance footage, they could have both human and physical evidence, a complete evidence chain, and the cause of death could be settled.

"This finally counts as being finished." Shiler exhaled gently and said, "I'm going back to rest for a while too."

"That girl..." Victor said somewhat worriedly.

"What?"

"The girl who broke in before." He continued, "If the police go to question her, will she really not let anything slip?"

"Since Harley dared to say that, she must have confidence. I think we can choose to believe her." Shiler said.

"That's true." Victor nodded and said. "Harley is also very proficient in this regard. I think I'm worrying too much."

Shiler didn't trust Harley unconditionally either. It was just that a little thought would reveal that the timing of the lead singer's appearance was very wrong. It was already night, so there were no rehearsal activities; what was she doing in the rehearsal room?

Moreover, through Harley's previous description, it was known that the bassist and the lead singer were somewhat unclear before. This matter was very likely a conspiracy between the two, and the lead singer appeared at this time to help the bassist.

Unfortunately, they didn't know what kind of crazy soul was hidden under Harley's quiet appearance. A sane Harley Quinn was even stronger than a crazy one. After all, she was the one who could become the Joker's psychologist.