Chapter 589: Schiller Crashes Again (Part 2)

Every Schiller on the ship was stunned.

What is it like to go on a trip to the suburbs, only to return and find your home gone? It might be hard for others to say, but the Schillers on the ship suddenly erupted into a heated discussion.

Since the memories of all Schillers are stored within the Tower of Thought, they must go to the shelves to retrieve them when needed; thus, many memories of certain personalities are not shared.

Even between the Marvel Schiller and the DC Schiller, who take turns working, many memories are not shared—not because they are intentionally hiding them from each other, but simply because they are too lazy to check.

The disappearance of the entire Tower of Thought meant they couldn't even see what had just happened. Furthermore, the disappearance of the Tower meant the three personalities guarding it—the Ego, the Id, and the Superego—were also gone, so they had no one to ask.

There was an even more serious problem: the Tower of Thought acted as a conduit. For a personality to rise to the surface to control the body, it had to pass through the elevator in the Tower. Now that the Tower was gone, the elevator was gone too. In other words, the Schillers had no way to rise up and control the body.

The one who discovered this earlier than them was Victor, who was sitting next to Schiller in the real world.

The Ship of the Underworld had first sent all the passengers back to their own consciousness spaces, so Victor had anticipated that he would wake up before Schiller, as he had seen Schiller talking to that man named Morpheus and figured he might return a bit later than him.

Thus, Victor stood up, pulled his trench coat together, and said to Evans and Cobblepot in the front row, "It's very late now, and you both have classes tomorrow. Go back and sleep first; I'll wait here for Schiller. I have something to discuss with him."

(Author's note: Rice ball reading)

Evans looked down at his watch and said, "It's almost dawn. Instead of going back to the manor to sleep now, I might as well just go to class later. I'll wait here for a while, lest I oversleep and get scolded for being late."

Cobblepot didn't speak, but clearly, he didn't intend to leave either. He wanted to help Victor tidy up things at the Gotham University lab later; after all, the lab had been blown into a mess, and someone had to clean it up.

Seeing that neither of them wanted to leave, Victor didn't force them. Meanwhile, Jack the Joker woke up, stretched, tightened his jacket, smacked his lips, changed his position, and went back to sleep.

Victor dozed off in his chair for a while. When the morning light shone into the Gotham Grand Theater, he woke up. After clearing his head, he muttered to himself, "Did I have a dream? Why did it feel like I dreamed of Schiller calling me?"

Victor shook his head. After the lab was blown up, he had stayed up all night cleaning and hadn't slept well, so he had slept very deeply just now and couldn't remember what he had dreamed about.

He turned his head and found that Schiller beside him was actually still asleep. Victor frowned and looked down at his watch. If he remembered correctly, Schiller had an early class this morning, and Schiller was not the type to delay class for his own personal plans.

Just then, Jack happened to wake up too. He swayed as he walked over from the front row. Victor glanced at him with some vigilance but didn't say anything.

Walking up to Schiller, Jack rotated his neck, let out a "hee-hee" laugh, then put his hand behind his ear, leaned close to Schiller, and asked, "Oh, let me see, there's a fool trapped in the consciousness space... who could it be?... Is it me? No! Don't joke around, I'm not that stupid!"

"... What? What did you say?... Oh, so that's how it is. That's right, I think it's very interesting too!"

"Hahahahaha! I'm going to tell my little bat right now that his teacher's soul is gone, maybe he's dead! Boo-hoo! Will Batman cry? I'm going to go see right now!"

After saying this, Jack scurried away. Listening to his incoherent rambling, Victor was a bit confused. He didn't know who Jack was talking to, nor did he know what he was saying, but he could tell that Schiller's state didn't seem right.

At this moment, Evans had already stood up, ready to leave. He turned his head and said, "Professor Schiller, let's go together. My first class happens to be on the third floor... Professor? Professor?"

Victor reached out his hand, stopping Evans from leaning over. He first felt Schiller's pulse, then listened to his heartbeat, and discovered that both data points were abnormally slow. Only then did Victor realize the severity of the situation.

He immediately took out his phone and called Gordon, saying, "Come quickly! Gotham Grand Theater... Schiller has collapsed! Prepare an ambulance!"

Gordon on the other end was stunned for a moment. He raised his voice and asked, "What did you say? Who collapsed???"

"Schiller! Schiller Rodriguez! The psychology professor at Gotham University. He is now unconscious..."

"Did another murder case happen somewhere?" Gordon immediately said with vigilance, "Is he trying to create an alibi? Or does he not want to tell us who the killer is, so he's just faking a faint? Or is there some other trouble in Gotham that he doesn't want to get involved in... My god! I'm coming over right now!"

By the time Gordon arrived at the Gotham Grand Theater, Victor was already waiting outside. Gordon was faster than him and rushed directly into the auditorium.

Seeing Schiller really lying there, Gordon put his hands on his hips and said to Schiller, "Stop pretending. What's worth you doing this? Don't you still have annual leave you haven't taken? If you really want to hide away, why not go stay in Blüdhaven for a month?"

Schiller didn't react. Gordon scratched his head. He felt that if Schiller refused to cooperate, he couldn't use violent means to wake him up either, especially since Victor was watching from the side.

Thus, Gordon could only say helplessly, "Fine, I'll call an ambulance and write you a certificate. If you want to vacation in the hospital, suit yourself."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and called an ambulance. The lead doctor was clearly an old acquaintance of Gordon's. Gordon pointed directly at Schiller and said, "Get him on the ambulance first, then check his vital signs. If there's no problem, write a medical certificate for long-term hospitalization, and then prepare a hospital room..."

The doctor shrugged and waved his hand. The nurses behind him stepped forward, preparing to lift Schiller. However, the lead nurse frowned the moment she touched Schiller's skin. She turned her head and said, "Doctor! The patient's body temperature is abnormally low!"

The doctor frowned, hurried over, felt Schiller's pulse, and checked his pupils. His expression became grave. He said quickly, "Quick! Prepare emergency equipment! The patient's vital signs are unstable!"

Seeing the doctor's reaction didn't look faked, Gordon finally became nervous. He had the officers assist the nurses in lifting Schiller onto the ambulance, and then he saw the doctor and nurses in the ambulance scrambling to take out emergency equipment.

"What on earth is going on? How could Schiller suddenly... That's not right. He's not an ordinary person; it's impossible for him to suddenly lose his vital signs, right?"

Victor narrowed his eyes, clearly thinking of the events in the dream world. He took a deep breath and said to Gordon, "You go contact Batman, and I'll call that man named Constantine. They should know what's going on."

When Batman received Gordon's call, his first reaction was: "Did another murder case appear in Gotham? Schiller knows who the killer is, but he doesn't want to tell us, so he's faking a faint?"

Gordon described the doctor's reaction very seriously, and Batman also realized the severity of the situation. By the time he arrived at the hospital, the doctor had already come out of the intensive care unit. The doctor said, "It's a bit strange. The patient's vital signs had dropped to the lowest point, but then they stopped moving, as if he had become a vegetable."

"We performed a brainwave test on him. Strangely, his brainwaves have disappeared. Logically speaking, he should be brain-dead, but we haven't found any characteristics related to that... It's truly a strange matter."

Batman walked into the hospital room. He had to admit that when he saw Schiller wearing a respirator and with almost no vital signs, he felt nervous for a moment.

However, before he could take any further action, Constantine rushed in. When he arrived at the door and saw Schiller's state, he turned to look at Batman and asked, "Is there any trouble in Gotham recently? Worth Schiller making himself like this just to avoid it?... Wait a minute, shouldn't I also leave for a while? This is likely to be a big trouble..."

After saying this, Constantine turned to leave. Batman grabbed him. Clearly, after the initial moment of nervousness, he had thought of the situation in the dream world. He held Constantine and asked, "Schiller left with the Dream King, and then he fell into this state. Do you know what's going on?"

Constantine was indeed stumped by his question. He hesitated and said, "Do you think the Dream King would trouble Schiller? But forgive me for being blunt, if he were truly angry, none of us would be able to leave."

"Maybe you don't know how powerful the Dream King is. Dreams or reality, it's just a matter of a thought for him. He can weave a dream where we all die at any time and then replace reality, and then we would truly be dead."

"Moreover, if he really wanted to deal with Schiller, why let him lie here? You don't think the Dream King doesn't kill people just like you, do you?"

Batman kept staring at him. Constantine hesitated and said, "Fine, let's go to the Dream Realm and ask, but it's best we go together. It's actually quite dangerous there."

"Oh, right, make sure to bring that bomb along. He will be our most powerful weapon. With him, our safety in the Dream Realm will definitely be guaranteed."

Batman hadn't reacted to what bomb Constantine was talking about at first, and then he thought that Constantine must be referring to Clark. Batman didn't really want to bring Clark, but once he thought that Clark's role was just a bomb, Batman felt that bringing him along wouldn't be a big deal.

Thus, Batman called Clark and explained Schiller's current situation. Clark arrived at high speed. By the time he arrived at the hospital, Schiller had already been transferred out of the intensive care unit. Although he was still wearing a respirator, at least he didn't look so scary anymore.

Clark looked sad and asked, "What do you want me to do? I will definitely save Professor Schiller!"

Constantine was just about to say that you just need to be a good bomb, but Batman patted Clark on the shoulder and said, "Next, we are going to a place that might be very dangerous. You are our guarantee of force."

Clark nodded with a grave expression, his demeanor full of a sense of mission. Once Clark, Constantine, Batman, and Victor were all gathered, they began their plan to head to the Dream Realm to find traces of Schiller.

Meanwhile, after the Tower, which had been flooded by cats, disappeared from the consciousness world, it landed in a strange yet familiar place: the center of the roundabout in the heart of Gotham City.

Schiller pushed open the window and looked out. This was indeed the familiar Gotham City: overcast and rainy, terrible traffic, and the endless sounds of gunfire and cursing...

But the only difference was that all the residents living here were cats. ===== CHAPTER 590 =====