Chapter 603

In the elegant English study, the faint morning light spilled in through the deep red curtains; the clean wooden floor had been well maintained, and every bit of wood grain was clearly visible.

In the gaps between a whole row of solid wood bookshelves and display cabinets, starlight-like light leaked out; when it fell on the figure in front of the desk, it illuminated the pattern of his pajamas, as well as the black cat held in his arms.

If there were no previous stories, this scene could seamlessly connect to filming "The Godfather" movie, but the truth is, one person and one cat fought all night, and neither of them slept well.

In the end, the two of them falling asleep in the study wasn't because they turned enemies into friends and established a friendship, but because Schiller finally couldn't stand this Bat-Cat tearing down the house, so he used crazy wine to knock him down, and the two went into a dream to fight.

Raising a Batman?

When you hear this question and seriously think about the possibility of its implementation, and even feel a bit eager to move, it can only be said that although people's hobbies for pets are free, it is still recommended to see a doctor.

Batman's character setting is quite cool in comics; many readers just like this kind of protagonist full of darkness and invincible riddler style, but if placed in reality, it's not strange to be beaten three times in one trip out.

Many people have a deep hatred for the Riddler trophies in Batman games, and even shouted the slogan "Riddler get out of Cat Getan", but if your relative, lover, or even pet is Batman, it's equivalent to doing the Riddler's side quests every day, hundreds a day, and they will refresh the next day.

Batman's personality composition is destined that if he appears by your side, within three days, you will send him to a mental hospital, which is enough to see his lethality.

So, what will Batman's personality, plus a cat's personality, combine into? The one person and one cat sleeping in the study chair have already explained the answer; even Schiller couldn't stand such a pet.

As mentioned before, when Schiller had nothing to do, he would set up a bunch of puzzles in every room of his manor, and then rely on his ability to flash, coming and going freely, without caring about Merkel's increased workload.

Such a large manor is simply a natural cat paradise; if it were an ordinary cat, just pushing bottles, smashing plates, scratching walls, scratching paintings, and scratching doors would be enough to play for a long time.

However, the Bat-Cat is a cat that has detached from low-level interests; he has no interest in pushing plates off the table, but these puzzles left by Schiller just happen to fit his preferences, so in addition to scratching doors, he also dismantled all the puzzles left by Schiller.

Schiller's puzzles are basically set up for people; he didn't consider that there would be cats coming to crack these things, so when the Bat-Cat couldn't do certain human movements, he would adopt some more violent destructive methods.

The mess left behind is nothing; anyway, there is Merkel to clean it up, but destruction often brings great noise; except for the one hour when he was close to falling asleep just after sleeping, Schiller moved by sound at other times, going to capture this Bat-Cat that made noise.

From here, it can be seen that Schiller really hasn't raised a pet; facing a noisy cat, the best method is not to go catch it, because that will make it feel like you are playing with it, and then it will make even more noise.

Schiller doesn't understand this principle, so he can only adopt some means outside the rules, which is to get him into his Mind Palace and then fight him again.

It is no surprise that Schiller won, but anyone who has raised a cat should know that winning once doesn't mean the end; it precisely means that the long battle has just begun.

After several days of such human-cat fighting, Schiller finally couldn't stand it; he went to the headquarters of the Green Lantern Corps, brought back Pikachu who was working in the Green Lantern furnace, and then hoped that the mouthy yellow electric mouse could defeat the Bat-Cat.

Ten minutes later, Pikachu, who was being chased up and down by the Bat-Cat, roared: "Schiller!

What on earth are you thinking?!

How could you!

Let a mouse!

Deal with a cat?!

!"

Schiller flashed to the left, dodged the current released by Pikachu, and said: "Where is your 100,000 volts?! Shock him!"

"Are you sure? Don't you want your manor anymore?!

" Pikachu walked while using current to interfere with the Bat-Cat chasing him, while Schiller had to try to catch the Bat-Cat while dodging Pikachu's current.

Finally, Schiller's anger rose from his heart, evil towards his courage, and he shouted at Pikachu: "Use 100,000 volts!"

"Zhi-la!

Clark, who had just flown to the sky above Cat Getan City, saw that his target location, Professor Schiller's manor, suddenly erupted with a strong electric light; the current scattered from the windows and doors in all directions, and the entire manor became a sphere made of lightning.

Clark stood above the manor, dumbfounded; just as he wanted to rush down to save people, he saw Schiller walking out carrying a string of things.

What he was dragging in his hand was the Bat-Cat's tail; the Bat-Cat himself was a black cat, so it couldn't be seen even if he was electrocuted black; the Bat-Cat's mouth was biting Pikachu's tail, and behind Pikachu was Merkel who followed out.

"What happened? Professor, did you encounter a ball lightning break-in?" Clark asked with concern as he flew down.

Schiller dragged the tail of that black cat, picked him and Pikachu up together, held them in front of Clark, and said: "Look at them, which one looks like ball lightning?"

"... What is this? Is this a mouse? Why is he so yellow? And this black cat, why do I feel a bit familiar?? My god... Bruce! Why did you become a cat again? Am I still dreaming?!"

Clark rubbed his eyes, shook his head, and looked at the black cat with a shocked face, because this black cat was exactly the same as the black cat Bruce turned into that he encountered in the dream.

Schiller grabbed that string of things, looked at Clark and asked: "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, it's like this, that... I just wanted to come and ask, what on earth is going on, ever since that person entered my brain and stole my memory, everything that happened is a bit... a bit..."

"A bit incomprehensible, right?" Schiller turned his head to look at his manor that was starting to smoke black; he walked over, patted Clark on the shoulder, and the two walked along the path in the manor area together.

While walking, Schiller said: "Not everything in this world can be understood by people; for example, even if I tell you that my house exploded because of a cat-and-mouse war, you certainly won't believe it."

"So that's how it is? That's understandable; when my cat catches mice in the barn, it will also make the straw pile a mess, and even once, I don't know how it caught fire, the two cats almost didn't run out; if it weren't for me being able to fly and immune to fire, the two of them would have been roasted."

"Wait, you mean, you raised more than one cat at home?... What do you think of them?" Schiller looked at Clark and asked.

"Pretty good, I like this group of little guys; they are smart and capable; not only can they accompany my mother to do housework, but they can also help my father catch mice; they can be said to be the best pets."

"I thought you would prefer pet dogs."

"I also raised a dog at home; it's a hound; my father would take them into the woods to catch wild rabbits; they are also capable little guys." Clark smiled, obviously thinking of many warm things; his kind of smile was out of place in this city of Cat Getan; the family stories he told were also things people here had never heard of.

"So, you should have a lot of experience in taking care of pets?"

"Of course, the cat nest and dog nest at my home are all taken care of by me; their bathing is also my responsibility; when you possess some superpowers, dealing with them becomes very simple, doesn't it?" Clark shrugged; facing Schiller, a peer who had the same ability as him, he always appeared very relaxed, speaking his mind directly, not beating around the bush.

"That's good, you also saw it, my house is broken, so there's no place to raise pets, these two..." Schiller grabbed the black cat's tail, threw Pikachu and the Bat-Cat to Clark together, and said: "They are entrusted to you for foster care first; you can take them back to the farm in Kansas; they will help you catch mice."

"However, I'm not going back to the farm; this semester hasn't ended yet; I still have to stay in Metropolis to study." Clark scratched his head and said: "Hmm, but I'm very happy to help with this; it's just that this mouse probably won't do; his fur color is too eye-catching; I'm afraid classmates will find out."

"It's okay, after you return to Metropolis, transfer him to Lex and let him raise him."

Schiller said while taking the phone from Merkel's hand and starting to dial; hearing Lex's name, Clark widened his eyes and said: "Lex? You mean Lex Luthor? But I heard him say before that he got into Cat Getan University; now the semester at Cat Getan University shouldn't have ended yet; how can I run into him in Metropolis?"

"The semester indeed hasn't ended, but he was injured before, so he suspended his studies and went home to recuperate; isn't his home in Metropolis?"

"What injury did he suffer?" Clark asked: "I told him before, don't apply to Cat Getan University; it's quite dangerous here; as a result, he didn't listen; not only did he not listen to my suggestion, but he also ran to my school to mock me; really... is he okay?"

"Hello?" Schiller extended a hand, signaling Clark to be quiet; he asked the other end of the phone: "Cobblepot, it's me, is Lex okay?"

"Oh... of course, of course, I understand you... what? No, you misunderstood my meaning; I don't mean to blame you for attacking Lex."

"My meaning is, if he's okay, can you make him have something to do?"

A few hours later, in the dark Cat Getan University dormitory building, Lex opened his eyes abruptly; he quickly rolled off the bed; a blade light flashed in front of the bed; the sharp knife raised by Cobblepot reflected the cold moonlight.

Lex didn't show that kind of panicked expression again; he leaned a step towards the bed, pulled up the bed sheet, and directly threw it towards Cobblepot?

Watching Cobblepot's vision being covered by the bed sheet for a moment, he turned around and ran backward; when he arrived at the shadow at the windowsill, he paused for a moment, but suddenly reacted that this was not a dream, but reality.

So, he directly flipped over the windowsill; the height of four floors was like a cliff to him; Clark Lex only hesitated for a moment and then jumped down.

Just when he was about to touch the ground, a mass of gray fog wrapped him and put him on the ground; Lex, panting, opened his eyes wide, looked at Schiller who appeared beside him, and said: "Professor... you saved me again, thank you..."

Schiller, standing beside him, had a parasol tucked under his left arm, held a pen in his hand, and held a medical record book in his other hand, writing something.

When Lex climbed up from the ground and was about to speak, he saw Schiller put away the medical record book and pen, then grabbed the parasol with both hands; seeing Schiller's expression, Lex took a step back and said: "Wait..."

"Bang!"

The last scene Lex saw was Schiller, holding the parasol, saying to him expressionlessly:

"You're welcome, three months of sick leave."