Chapter 4498: The Blackest Night (33)

Schiller took out his certificate. The certificates of law enforcement officers of the Brainiac government are in a unified form: a green icon is printed on the cover, and there are anti-counterfeiting codes and chips inside, and the whole process is networked, which can locate the position of law enforcement officers, and will report once there is an abnormality, which cannot be faked.

"Now I am a criminal investigation consultant of the Cat Getan Police Station, and my judgment is powerful testimony. If you think it is unreasonable, then go to Brainiac for arbitration. Before that, please cooperate with the police work. Thank you."

After speaking, Schiller turned and went out, leaving Victor alone to face the mess. Obviously, Schiller's words did not play any role in explanation, this attitude is a bit too tough, it is almost directly saying "what I say is what it is."

You know, foreign universities, especially American universities, because they are private, professors have to be responsible to shareholders in addition to being responsible to students. If a professor is complained too many times, it is likely to be judged as affecting the school's operation, thus losing his job.

So many times, they will not have such a big shelf, and will even show a bit too polite. For example, many professors will not let students call him "Professor", just call the surname, or even call the name. And in order not to be complained of racial discrimination, even if you have already taken an English name, he will still very seriously call your original name. Some will also ask what gender pronoun to use to refer to you. If you point out that his sentence may have ambiguity, at least on the surface, he will apologize, many are afraid of being complained.

Although in the Brainiac era, this situation has improved a lot, and professors have become more confident, most people also follow the habits of the past and will not treat students very toughly, unless it is the kind of extremely irreplaceable, or has a big backer.

Schiller obviously belongs to the former, supporting an entire psychology department alone. So he has always been very tough, and did not attract any complaints. But this time it was obviously a bit too much.

The association culture in the United States is very prevalent, and everyone has their own gang. And once you are labeled as a "murder suspect", it may lead to difficulties in every gang, and you don't even want to enter any fraternity or sorority. This could ruin a person.

On the spot, students were dissatisfied and wanted to complain. Under normal circumstances, Brainiac attaches great importance to student complaints, and even if there is no solid evidence, he will send a message to ask. But this time, all complaints were like mud cows entering the sea, without half a sound.

Smart people immediately realized that this time Brainiac was completely on Schiller's side. There are only two possibilities, either those people are really serial killers, or Cat Getan University is going to have a big event, and Brainiac doesn't want to let teachers and students fight internally at this juncture.

No matter which one it is, they can only choose to accept it. Victor is caught in the middle, neither inside nor outside. He can understand that the students have resentment, after all, this is about to be the Christmas dance party, you took the dance partner away, it is not so easy to find again; even if you can find it, there is not much time to practice.

And, these students have no abnormalities in their daily performance, and some even sound like they have no time to commit crimes. This arrest is also too absurd, simply unreasonable.

However, Victor also believes that Schiller will not harm the students. He should know better than anyone what kind of trouble it will cause to take students away from school like this. Schiller will never deliberately pit students, he does this, there should be full certainty.

The bad thing is the psychoanalysis method, Victor thought, who studied this thing? It really has no room for explanation. Victor wants to make up nonsense and has no way to start.

But soon, Victor realized that Schiller was not targeting low-temperature physics, because he also caught three from the psychology department.

It can be seen that these three are just ordinary students, not the cleaners in protective clothing before, and they haven't seen them these days. Either they have been staying in the dormitory, or they have left school to go home, and they have just returned. And as soon as they returned, they were caught, and they were taken away without any room for defense.

Followed by the chemistry department. Jonathan Crane is busy testing whether Nekron is afraid of him, and he doesn't care. Schiller took away six at once, which naturally caused an uproar.

In addition, several other departments also took away a few, but the number of people was relatively small. But this also triggered discussions throughout the school, everyone was discussing whether Rodriguez was really crazy, how could he arrest people indiscriminately in the school with the police.

But most people dare to be angry but dare not speak. On the one hand, Schiller has accumulated prestige for a long time, and on the other hand, Brainiac does not help them. So at most, they muttered a few words, and no one dared to really make trouble.

After catching a lot of people back to the police station, Gordon arranged for interrogation. At this time, Victor had time to ask: "Are you serious? Are these people murderers?"

Schiller shook his head, Victor's heart mentioned his throat. But soon Schiller said: "They are not all murderers, but they are all living corpses."

Victor's eyes widened instantly, he said with some disbelief: "All living corpses?! How is this possible?? So many people are..."

"We found Pelota too late," Schiller wiped his hands with a towel, and then said, "Obviously, she came with a mission. She wanted to infect as many students in these three departments as possible to carry out provocation. So the main target of the attack was them."

"You... how did you judge?"

"I can see it," Schiller said, "Thanks to this."

He took a small bottle out of his trench coat pocket. Victor took a look, isn't this fear gas? Then he seemed to think of something and looked at Schiller with wide eyes: "You wouldn't have drunk..."

"Just a little bit," Schiller said, "If it weren't for the crazy wine I prepared before, all stolen by the gray fog, I wouldn't have to drink this. Jonathan should really consider improving the taste."

"Why do you want to do this?!" Victor couldn't help but ask, "Ordinary people can't stand it if they are sprayed, you actually drank it directly..."

Only then did he carefully observe Schiller. Don't look at it, it's scary. When Victor looked at those gray eyes, he subconsciously took half a step back.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Victor looked at Schiller's eyes.

As Schiller's friend, Victor still knows him relatively well. He knows that when Schiller takes off his glasses, he will look more indifferent and neurotic, becoming a bit scary. So Schiller generally doesn't take off his glasses.

But now, even if he didn't take off his glasses, that cold and abnormal focus pierced through the lenses, making Victor feel his heart skip a beat.

"Sequelae," Schiller said, "I am not morbid, to see some things more clearly, I need to use some external force."

"You mean, drinking fear gas is conducive to you performing mind-reading?"

"Actually, it has nothing to do with fear gas. It's fine if you freeze me half to death."

"Then let me do it next time," Victor said, "At least I can control the degree. Who knows what Jonathan Crane added to this..."

"I believe in his professionalism," Schiller said, "In addition, I didn't catch all the living corpses, and left a fish that slipped through the net."

"Oh, I see. You want that guy to go and report to Hugo. If he knew that you used superpowers to catch all his men, wouldn't he be half-dead with anger?" Victor laughed again.

"Okay. Aren't you going to freeze the sewer? The police station should be able to spare some manpower now, hurry up."

Victor nodded and went inside to talk to Gordon. Soon a team of police followed behind him. When he walked out, he looked at Schiller who was standing by the door and said: "Aren't you going with me?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "You go. I have to walk around Cat Getan University to see if there are any other fish that slipped through the net."

Victor thought about it, anyway, one of them has to sit in the university. Although Schiller's move caused quite a wave among the students, there shouldn't be anyone crazy enough to take the initiative to provoke him.

So Victor took people away. Schiller stayed at the police station for a while, but didn't watch the interrogation, just sat in the guest area and drank a cup of coffee, and then drove to prepare to return to Cat Getan University.

About three miles away from Cat Getan University, the car suddenly broke down. Schiller tried to ignite several times, but failed, so he got out of the car.

This can be said to be no village in front and no shop in the back. If the weather is better, you can walk back all the way. But now it is snowing, driving is a bit difficult, let alone walking.

In the flying snow, Schiller looked around for a week and found a convenience store not far away with lights on, so he walked over.

When pushing the door, the wind chime made a crisp sound. The room was very warm. The boss was a tall and fat bald man, who was fiddling with the hot dog machine in front of the counter at this time.

"Hello, what do you want?" the boss asked.

"My car broke down," Schiller said, "I am a professor at Cat Getan University. Do you have a car to send me back?"

"I have a car, but no snow tires, otherwise I wouldn't be staying here," the boss said, "My home is in the East District, I wanted to go back long ago."

Schiller nodded and said: "Then I will stay here for a while. Someone should come to pick me up soon."

"Want a hot dog?" the boss asked again.

"No, is there hot coffee?"

"Wait a moment, it will be ready soon." The boss turned around to operate the coffee machine.

When the hot coffee was served, the wind chime at the door made a sound again. A man in a black jacket walked in, wearing a mask, his face was very strange, and he walked straight towards the counter.

Schiller's hand gripped the umbrella handle next to him. But the next second, the boss directly took out a double-barreled shotgun from under the counter. The man's footsteps stopped immediately.

"What are you holding in your right hand?" the boss asked in a muffled voice, "Do you think you can hide it from me, bastard? If you walked like this in Cat Getan before, you would have been beaten into a sieve within two feet."

The other party seemed a bit angry, but his hand kept in his jacket pocket and didn't take it out. While this man was staring at the boss, Schiller grabbed the umbrella and stabbed the man's right arm hard. This stab directly made him lose his balance, the thing in his hand fell directly, fell to the floor, making a crisp sound, it was a sharp knife with cold light.

"What the hell?" the boss said, "Can't young people find a carbon knife that doesn't reflect light now?"

"That era has long passed." Schiller walked over and picked up the knife, took a tissue from the counter and wiped it.

"How to say?" the boss looked at him and said, "I don't mind sharing half with you. But my place is small, I'm afraid we can't stretch out."

"He came for me," Schiller said, "Otherwise you can't explain why such a novice who is not good in psychology and physical quality dares to wander outside. My car was tampered with, he probably didn't find me there, so he chased here."

The boss re-evaluated Schiller. Schiller wiped the knife while looking at him and said: "I guess he wouldn't have thought that the famous 'Deer Hunter' chose to open a convenience store here."

"No one has called me that for a long time." The boss licked his lips, narrowed his eyes, stared at Schiller and asked, "Who the hell are you?"

"I said, I am a 'professor' at Cat Getan University."

The boss's movements paused first, and then his pupils shrank, and his finger pulling the trigger shook.

"Bang!"

The man in the jacket fell slowly, and in the remaining light, Schiller showed him a grim smile.

The next second, the certificate with the green logo was placed on the table.

"Give me another cup of coffee, Mr. Deer Hunter, the night is still long." ===== CHAPTER 4499 =====