Chapter 4494: The Blackest Night (29)

"I'll go to the Federal Shield to find someone to help," Jenna looked at Victor and said, "but it's best to let Brainiac give an order, otherwise Amanda might think we're meddling."

Victor nodded. He didn't care about this, as long as he could freeze the underground. He didn't want anyone to commit crimes to disgust him again. As for how to get out of this case, Victor wasn't worried either.

First of all, the murderer is behind the version, or it can be said that this is the best dense ice equipment he could get. The remaining ones are all in the Cat Getan University low-temperature laboratory, which is not a place where any Tom, Dick, or Harry can enter.

The label of Victor Fries on these backward commercial equipment is already very weak, because it has been too many years, and it adopts relatively common freezing means, not as personal as real dense ice. It's impossible to convict based on these alone.

But Schiller is not as optimistic as him. After thinking for a while, he said: "Since they want to frame the two of us, they can't just do this superficial work. Keep an eye on your laboratory."

Victor's movements paused. He just wanted to say that his laboratory wouldn't have any problems, but he remembered Chick. The murderer couldn't break in directly, but that didn't mean he couldn't find a way to manipulate the students. If the other party is really Hugo, manipulating one or two students is a piece of cake for him.

"Back to school first." Victor looked completely unanxious now.

This is the only good news, Schiller can see that this case has completely angered Victor.

No matter what, Mr. Freeze has always been a member of Cat Getan's big stage. Even if a peaceful and happy life covers his edges and corners, it is difficult to change his personality background.

Someone manipulated and killed his student, he just felt anxious and sad, and someone imitating his crime in such a clumsy way really made him want to kill.

The way back was silent. When the car drove to the entrance of the laboratory, the snow was a bit heavy. Schiller opened his umbrella, but Victor walked fast in front.

Entering the laboratory, everything was as usual. Several students greeted Victor. In the past, he would respond to them gently, but this time he didn't say anything. Seeing that their professor was unhappy, no one went up to touch the mold.

Victor walked to the computer to flip through the application records, glanced at the students, and then asked: "Where is Megan?"

A male student was stunned, and then said: "She went to the bathroom. What's wrong, Professor?"

"How long has she been gone?" Victor narrowed his eyes.

"Ten minutes or so," another female student said, "but she usually dawdles, and her work efficiency is not high."

Victor certainly knew what kind of person his student was, but he didn't let it go, but said: "Which bathroom did she go to?"

"The one outside." A student pointed.

Victor walked towards that side. The students looked at each other, put down the work in their hands, and followed behind him.

Schiller carried his umbrella and walked behind Victor. The bathroom was quiet. But the moment Victor rushed in, a scream suddenly came from the women's bathroom stall.

Victor turned and rushed in directly. The moment he reached out to push the stall door, Schiller pushed him away and opened the umbrella.

With a "hiss," some kind of gas sprayed from the valve filled the small bathroom space. Schiller shouted: "Victor!"

Bang!

A freeze bullet directly sealed the door of the bathroom stall. But it was still a bit late. The students let out painful screams and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground holding their heads.

Victor also inhaled a lot, and various terrifying hallucinations began to appear before his eyes. For a while, it was a raging fire engulfing his house, and for a while, it was Nora turning into a rotten corpse in front of him...

Schiller threw the umbrella hard at the window, and with a bang, the window was smashed open, and fresh air poured in. Immediately after, he pulled Victor and used the gray fog to clear the toxins from his body.

After Victor woke up, he retched twice, leaned on the windowsill and gasped for breath, looking at the bathroom stall with some shock. "... How could it be fear gas?!"

A female corpse lay in the bathroom stall. But just now, this corpse was holding a spray can and spraying fear gas at them. Now this corpse was completely motionless, but to prevent it from scamming the corpse again, Victor didn't immediately unlock the seal.

Until Schiller leaned over, the dense ice shattered. Schiller walked up and picked up the spray can, the liquid inside had not been sprayed out. He poured a little out, and the gray fog cheered happily: "Aged, delicious!"

"Ancient version of fear gas," Schiller said to Victor, "I really don't know which corner he found it from."

"How do you know?" Victor asked with some confusion.

"Jonathan Crane might not have as much of this fear gas as I do," Schiller shook his head and said, "Brainiac, what is Jonathan Crane doing?"

"He hasn't left my sight, it shouldn't be what he did," Brainiac said, "He is studying the corpse."

"Interesting," Schiller said, "Want to use students to make us kill each other?"

Then he looked at Victor and asked: "Did you lose anything in your laboratory? If so, we'd better go to the chemistry department to see."

Victor and the students returned to the low-temperature laboratory together and began to check if there were any missing items. However, Victor just looked for it symbolically, and then came to the door and said to Schiller: "It doesn't matter if the things here are lost."

"Why?"

"There is nothing that can be used to attack others," Victor shook his head and said, "If such dangerous things were placed in the laboratory, it wouldn't take a few days for my students to be gone. You don't know how much trouble they can cause."

Schiller actually knew. Although he hadn't had much contact with low-temperature physics, Chick could leave the power supply on all night, causing the machine to burn out and be scrapped. As long as Victor didn't want to be the number one terrorist, he would definitely not put anything important here. Otherwise, the freezing of Cat Getan 2.0 would have been staged long ago.

"Then where do you store those dangerous goods?"

"I make them as I use them, otherwise there wouldn't be no inventory," Victor glanced at the laboratory and said in a low voice, "A small amount of weapons and low-temperature generating devices are all stored in the storage room. Without my and Brainiac's permission, no one can open them."

Schiller nodded, feeling relieved. He just wanted to continue saying something, but his phone rang. After he picked it up, he said: "Hello?... Okay, I'll be there right away."

"What's wrong?" Victor asked.

"Something happened in the psychology department."

The two of them came to the activity classroom of the psychology department. As soon as they entered, Victor was startled by the scene in front of him. A black-haired boy was squatting on the ground sawing a corpse, and blood and internal organs were everywhere.

Finding that someone had come, he stood up, wiped his face, and said tremblingly: "Sorry, Professor. I didn't mean to. I might have caused trouble..."

"... How did it get so dirty?" Schiller frowned and looked around.

"I have to solve the trouble," the student said timidly, "Others still have to practice dancing here, there is only half an hour left. If it wasn't too late, I wouldn't have called you..."

Victor looked at this boy. He had a baby face, a few small freckles on his face, and his body was very thin, looking like the kind of bookworm who soaked in the library all year round. But he was holding a saw covered in blood, and his hair and body were also covered in blood.

This looks like a student of the psychology department, Victor thought: doing the work of a perverted serial killer in a cowardly way.

"You are too anxious," Schiller said, "You made the corpse like this, it's even harder to clean up."

Immediately after, he sighed, waved his hand at the student to let him take a bath, and made a phone call.

"Hello? Are you at school? Come over, your junior brother caused trouble. Remember to bring the vacuum cleaner and water tank."

"Hello? It's me... It has nothing to do with the thesis. Did you take the cleaning robot before? Yes, bring it to the activity classroom. Not me, it's your junior brother."

"Hello? Did you debug the smart cleaning robot before? Forget it, you call him, you two come over together. Be fast."

"Hello? You send a notice to others, let them come to practice dancing later... No, the dance party will be held as scheduled, it's just that someone died in our activity classroom. We have to do cleaning... If it were me, would I still need you to clean?"

Within a few minutes, the students of the psychology department came with their tools. Victor watched in a daze from the side. Everyone was in a complete set of protective clothing with a mask, wrapped tightly from head to toe, and everyone was carrying tools in their hands: water tanks, water guns, brooms, mops, vacuum cleaners and garbage bags, large boxes and small carts—it was like a professional team.

"My god! Who did this!!!" A girl let out a roar, "How did you make the activity classroom like this?!"

"Who is this dead person?" Someone leaned over, "I don't know, do you know?"

"Let me see. My god, how did it break into this, who can recognize this? Mifa, come over and take a look..."

"God, this is Merlin from the chemistry department," the short boy who walked over scratched his head, "How did she die here?"

"Don't worry about so much, clean it up quickly. Otherwise, how can we practice dancing?" The girl before waved her hand, and everyone entered their positions in an orderly manner.

"Although, I still have to say," Victor looked at Schiller, "So what does this count as? Serial killer training camp?"

"This is called a self-care training class," Schiller said, "Killing is not a difficult task for them, but cleaning often becomes a big obstacle. The automatic cleaning robot designed by Brainiac is too convenient, leading to their lack of skills in this area..."

"Then what is this?" Victor looked at the cleaning robot running past his eyes.

"This one blocked Brainiac, they wrote the program themselves." Schiller said.

Victor looked up and saw the student pushing the smart robot revealing eight big white teeth under the mask.

"I really shouldn't have scolded Chick," Victor sighed sadly, "If I were a professor in the psychology department, the entire solar system might have been frozen by me."

"No no no, they are all good students," Schiller said, "They can hand in papers every week, and group meetings are held on time, much better than before. Besides, it's not always that people die."

"Professor! You have to see this!" A student picked up a can stained with blood and said, "I haven't heard that the chemistry department has spray painting enthusiasts. What is this?"

Schiller walked over, took a look at the can and knew that this was the can used to spray the ancient version of fear gas in the bathroom next to the low-temperature laboratory. ===== CHAPTER 4495 =====