Chapter 4115: When Pumpkins Mature (8)

The car stopped in front of Schiller's house. It was approaching evening, and the wind was getting stronger. The two pressed the doorbell against the wind. But it was not the professor they were familiar with who came to open the door, although the two looked exactly the same, they could still tell.

"Doctor, why are you here?"

Greed opened the door for them, and then said: "I came over to spend Wan Shengjie with him. Please come in."

They walked into the room together. Alberto looked at this living room with style, and found that the decorations were much richer than he thought, completely unlike the dullness of Schiller's previous manor.

Pride walked in from the backyard, and the two froze at the same time, because he was wearing rain boots and holding an axe in his hand.

"Are the neighbors okay?" Bruce asked.

"I went to cut wood."

"I know, is the firewood okay?"

"Thanks to you, it's not bad." Pride took a few pieces of firewood from the back door again. Finding that it was real wood, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"How can you burn it like this?" Alberto asked with some curiosity. Because those pieces of firewood looked too wet, even wetter than ordinary trees, and the surface was full of water vapor.

"As long as the fire is big enough, throw these in, and they will be roasted dry soon, and then they can be burned." Pride sighed and said, "This method can only be used for emergency, because you have to keep a big fire all the time, so it consumes a lot of firewood."

"I'll send you some later," Bruce said, "After Alfred returned to Moscow, he prepared a warehouse of firewood for me, which should be enough for the whole winter."

Pride shook his head and said: "There are too many places to heat in your manor, you'd better ensure that the laboratory is enough first. After all, your current project is too important."

"What project?" Alberto asked with some curiosity. He is not interested in scientific research, but to be called a very important event by this professor, it should be some earth-shattering event.

"After the war, Brainiac proposed a 'Ten-Year Plan to Completely Solve the Human Famine Problem'. He plans to completely eliminate the human hunger problem by 2010, achieve the goal of extremely abundant food production, and completely eliminate absolute hunger."

"... Can it be achieved?" Alberto felt a bit incredible.

"I don't know about the others, but the cultivation project we are responsible for is progressing quite well. Pamela further studied the previous expansion plants and produced very large pumpkins, potatoes, and corn. Clark helped the project team on Krypton to study extreme heat and cold radiation wheat. Atlantis also produced a kind of giant large-leaf algae, which can extract many nutrients necessary for human survival..."

"Really not bad. Maybe we should also study Sicilian big lemons." Alberto said very seriously, "Big lemons are very easy to preserve, and the vitamin C content is very high."

"That's a good idea, do you have lemons or seeds? Maybe you can take them to Pamela to see."

"I don't have it now, but I can have people transport it over." Alberto took out his phone and started contacting.

And Pride looked at Bruce and asked: "I heard that the first batch of corn developed is about to be put into production in Mexico."

"Yes, that corn is very good. The stalk can grow to four or five meters high, the corn is as long as a small arm, and the corn kernels have also grown a lot, the taste is rich, and the juice is sufficient. The experimental field just harvested a batch, ready to be used at the Wan Shengjie banquet."

"I said why Harley is so active in wanting to hold a banquet." Pride added another piece of firewood to the fireplace and said.

"That's another matter." Bruce shook his head and said, "She is researching dense ice cans in the food factory and has launched several popular flavors, and is thinking of showing off."

"Dense ice cans?"

"Yes. Victor produced a kind of dense ice specifically for food preservation, which can ensure that the food in a small area does not participate in heat exchange. In this way, what the kitchen makes is what it is when sent to

"Dense ice cans?"

"Yes. Victor created a type of dense ice specifically for food preservation, which can ensure that food within a small area does not participate in heat exchange. This way, whatever the kitchen makes is exactly what arrives on Krypton. This provides a great living benefit for the employees on Krypton, and Brainiac even commended her for it."

"That's actually not bad." Schiller nodded and said, "Is Jason doing alright in England?"

"Aside from not being used to the food there, he's doing fine." Bruce sighed and said, "But he really can't get used to the food there. I'm planning to have Harley send him some canned goods."

"He really shouldn't have chosen to study abroad in England; going to France would have been much better." Schiller also sighed. Jason had previously found an internship, but after working for a while, he felt it wasn't quite right for him. So, he went to England to study classical literature again, and it wasn't even a one-year master's program; he has to stay there for at least three years. It's hard to imagine how much this unlucky kid can starve himself.

"Oh, right." Bruce pulled a few tickets out of his pocket and said, "These are from Dick; they're theater tickets for the Wan Shengjie Eve appreciation performance. The star actors of the Grayson Troupe will all be appearing, and Selina will be there too. There's also the commendation ceremony for Pamela and Harley; if you two have time, go take a look."

Pride took the tickets from his hand and looked at them, finding that there were indeed the Shakespearean play groups he often watched, as well as stars like Selina who performed popular plays and musicals; most political figures would be in attendance.

"The Grayson Troupe is also very popular in Europe," Alberto leaned over to take a look and said, "Especially Ms. Kyle; the war trilogy she performed is a hit across the Old World. If she were to get married, many people would be heartbroken."

"Oh, you remind me of bad memories." Bruce smiled and wiped his face, saying, "When I went to Brussels to see Selina's performance, the customs officer found out I was her fiancé and almost punched a hole through my passport with his stamp. He just took the stamp and went 'bang' like that onto my passport; the sound felt like someone had fired a shot at me."

Alberto burst into laughter and then said, "Then you definitely shouldn't go to Rome to see her performance; the customs officers there like to find trouble even when there isn't any. Be careful they don't lock you in a dark room."

The few of them chatted like this, and Pride felt more and more that he should go to the neighbor's place to buy some chestnuts; eating chestnuts while chatting should be quite nice.

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Bruce, who was driving, also noticed. Alberto looked over there frequently with some vigilance, but Bruce said, "Everyone is short on firewood in this weather; they're probably just out chopping wood."

"But didn't you say this is a sanctuary for the mentally ill?"

"Mentally ill patients can also suffer from hypothermia. Besides, you know there are many mentally ill people here; do you really dare to go join in the fun? They have axes in their hands."

Alberto immediately shook his head like a rattle. He wasn't the Godfather anymore; these lunatics were something Brainiac should be worrying about, and he didn't want to get close at all.

"I think something is wrong." When Pride pushed the door open, Greed was sitting on the sofa and said, "When we were chopping wood, the people with flashlights were chopping wood. We have enough firewood to burn for the whole night, and they are still chopping wood."

"Perhaps they are just stocking up on firewood for the winter."

"My point is, the way they are chopping wood has completely exceeded the reasonable scope for personal use and reached the conditions for arrest for destroying natural forest land; shouldn't we call the police?"

Pride was speechless for a moment. The thinking of New Yorkers and Gothamites is indeed different, although both of them felt there were some problems. Pride felt that they would show up at the door sooner or later, and there was no need to go out and investigate in such windy weather; yet Greed's idea was to call the police in this kind of windy weather and have them come investigate. If he stays here for two days, he'll at least tire three Gordons to death.

But Pride didn't stop him, just watched Greed go make the call. After a while, police lights began to flash. Greed stood by the window on one side of the living room looking out, and then he seemed to notice something, staring fixedly in a certain direction.

A group of police officers entered the woods to catch those so-called loggers who were destroying the natural forest land, while another group came to find Schiller.

Pride couldn't be bothered to deal with the police, so he went to the backyard to chop wood. Greed walked over, opened the door for the police, shook hands with them with a smile, and said, "As a resident of this community, it is my duty to protect the natural forest land from being destroyed; no need to thank me too much."

The police who rushed over looked ghastly. Although the wind wasn't as strong as a typhoon, it still blew people into a disheveled mess. Although it wasn't raining anymore, the rainwater was still being blown up, leaving them soaked. And under Brainiac's supervision, as long as someone reported a crime, they had to respond; they had no choice but to bite the bullet and come.

In fact, everyone knew that the temperature was dropping too fast, and many areas without heating simply needed a lot of firewood; if they couldn't buy it, they had to go into the woods to chop it, otherwise, they couldn't all just freeze to death, right?

So even Brainiac turned a blind eye to this matter; as long as you didn't engage in large-scale logging and just chopped some for your own use, he generally wouldn't interfere. Anyway, with Pamela there, chopping a few trees wouldn't harm the natural environment.

Unexpectedly, there was someone here who was being serious about it. The police were also a bit helpless and could only say these circular things to Greed. But soon, a subordinate ran over and whispered something in his ear, and his expression became somewhat grave.

"What's wrong?" Greed asked, knowing the answer.

"Sorry, sir. The natural forest destruction incident you reported is very important. May I ask on which day and at what time you saw people active in the woods? About how many people? Could you see what they were doing?"

Greed put on an expression of recalling and then told them the truth. The more the police heard, the graver their expressions became, and then they said, "We suspect this may be related to a child kidnapping case that recently occurred on the East Coast. There are clues indicating that the perpetrator of the kidnapping case has fled to Cat Getan, and it is highly likely that they are in this area. Do you have any children in your home?"

"I don't have any at home. However, Wan Shengjie is coming soon, and there might be children coming here for candy. It's best to catch the murderer as soon as possible; that would be good for everyone."

The police nodded. Because Greed was just the reporter and had provided all the information he knew, they didn't stay long. The police soon returned to search around the woodland.

They did indeed find some footprints in the woods, and more importantly, half of a footprint didn't look like that of an adult. It was just that because the wind was too strong and the rain too heavy, the footprints left behind weren't very complete, so they couldn't be sure.

Just as the police put up a cordon and sealed off the entire woodland, a car with the letters FBI printed on it stopped by the side of the road. Barry sighed after stepping out of the car. He looked at the reporter's house that the police had pointed out and prayed that the murderer hadn't been stuffed into the fireplace yet.