Chapter 769: The Consequences of Half-Assing a Thesis (Part 3)

In order to let Bruce write his thesis properly, Schiller arrived at Wei En Tower with his umbrella that very evening.

However, he didn't intend to be like Superman, grabbing a villain and giving them a beating. That would cause too much of a commotion and be very exhausting.

He had some guesses about the villain's identity. After all, the various scenes before had provided a lot of clues. Schiller knew that tonight's opponent wasn't suitable to be solved with brute force, so he didn't call out Moonlight Schiller, but intended to do it himself.

After leaving school, he turned into a mass of gray mist, like a wind passing through the streets, without causing any ripples.

At this time, in Wei En Tower, there was no one left. One window after another had its light extinguished, until finally, the building that should have been the most brightly lit in all of Cat Getan fell into complete darkness, merging into the rainy night.

As the breeze passed through one street after another, arriving before the main entrance of Wei En Tower, a notice was blown up by the wind, clearly stating: "The entire building's circuits are under maintenance today; power will be cut off completely after six o'clock in the afternoon."

Without electricity, naturally, work couldn't be done, and the employees had all gone home early. However, an uninvited guest had visited even earlier.

In the corridor on the 13th floor of Wei En Tower, a figure was moving forward slowly. From his footsteps, it wasn't hard to see that he was also somewhat hesitant. The situation today seemed a bit different from usual.

Usually, Wei En Tower wouldn't be extinguished so early. Many rooms here were brightly lit all night. Even if the foot traffic at night was relatively low, there were still people.

But today, there was nothing here. Accompanying him were only the howling cold wind outside the window and the increasingly heavy rain.

The oppressive feeling brought by the typhoon was completely different from the sea breeze of ordinary days. After the storm swept in from the sea, it didn't diminish its momentum at all, but moved forward, as if the steel jungle built by humans was still vulnerable before it.

The violent wind blew through the steel building, bringing a strange sound like crying. When the first lightning strike arrived, that sneaky figure was startled.

The white light illuminated the night sky in an instant, also revealing the appearance of this figure.

It was a young male wearing a tight uniform. From the outside, there was nothing special about him, but he held a somewhat strange-looking gun in his hand.

When the lightning fell, he instinctively fired a shot into the void. Instantly, a shining fragment appeared in the room. He took three steps in two, rushing directly into the fragment.

After a while, seemingly realizing there was no danger, the figure reappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and continued to rummage through the office in Wei En Tower.

If anyone had read the Flash series of comics, then surely they would have recognized his identity by now. This villain who sneaked into Wei En Tower and made Batman feel somewhat troubled was called Mirror Master.

Mirror Master's ability, as the name suggests, is that he can travel through mirrors, or rather, all reflective objects. At the same time, he possesses a mirror gun that can create mirrors used for spatial travel.

At the same time, he can split into many, creating many mirror clones to confuse opponents. In early comics, he could also create intense flashes to catch the Flash off guard.

At this moment, Mirror Master was rummaging through the office in Wei En Tower. This was because he had already focused on searching the data rooms he thought were possible, but there was no important data inside. To not miss any possible clues, he was conducting a carpet search.

He didn't intend to finish quickly at all, because he could leave at any time, and no one could stop him. Bruce Wei En? He was just a rich man. Mirror Master could even trap him in the mirror world at any time. As long as he broke the mirror, he would have to die.

Just as Mirror Master was very focused on checking the documents, suddenly, his peripheral vision caught a black shadow.

Mirror Master turned his head, but saw nothing. He thought, perhaps it was just a phantom caused by the wind blowing the curtains.

But this made his spirit slightly tense, because at this time, the environment in Wei En Tower was indeed very terrifying.

The entire building had its power cut off, which meant there was no light here. Under normal circumstances, even if a glass curtain wall building didn't turn on the lights, it could have moonlight shining in, barely allowing one to see the scene inside. But Cat Getan was not like that.

Cat Getan was a city that rarely saw the moon and the sun. The sky above this city was filled with dark clouds, which could block all light. Not to mention, it was still raining now.

The 13th floor where Mirror Master was located was a very awkward floor, far from the ground. The light from the street lamps was hard to shine up, but the floor wasn't high enough to overlook the lighthouse. And very unfortunately, the room Mirror Master was in faced east, and there was another building not far away, almost completely blocking the light.

In an environment that was almost completely dark, people's spirits would be highly concentrated, and the sensitivity of their senses would also increase, making it very easy to amplify certain disturbances, leading to being like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.

Mirror Master's eyes were no longer so focused. He picked up a document, and when his eyes scanned over, he looked to the side again, seemingly observing the state of the curtains.

Suddenly, a noise came from his left side, which was exceptionally clear in the dark room. Mirror Master immediately put down the document and made a defensive posture. He looked closely and saw that it was a paper cup on the table that had fallen to the floor.

He walked over, picked up the paper cup, and brought it to his face. Only when it was close to his eyes could he see clearly that there seemed to be some stains on the paper cup.

Mirror Master originally thought it might be coffee stains left by drinking coffee, but when the paper cup got close, he smelled a very heavy smell of blood.

With a "Clatter," the paper cup he threw out hit the glass. Mirror Master swallowed his saliva, took two steps back, and turned to leave.

But just then, a strange "creaking" sound came, and a gust of wind blew up from the open window. The cold wind made Mirror Master feel a chill on his back. Only then did he realize that he was already covered in cold sweat.

Investigating in the dark doesn't just require superpowers; it requires people to have strong willpower and the courage to face various sudden situations without fear.

Not everyone is Batman, who only appears in Cat Getan's lightless nights. Mirror Master came from Central City, where the sun was bright and the climate was good. Therefore, he had never stayed alone in a room without any light on such a terrifying typhoon night.

Once a person starts to feel afraid, they will become restless and delirious. Mirror Master was the same. He just wanted to leave this room quickly, looking back while walking forward, not noticing that there was a ballpoint pen by his feet.

He stepped on it with one foot, his body's center of gravity shifted forward, and the ballpoint pen slid backward like a rolling ball. With a "Bang," Mirror Master fell to the floor.

He scrambled to get up, took out his pistol, and waved it constantly at the air, saying: "Get out! I see you! Get out quickly! Don't make me shoot!"

"..."

Answering him was only the howling of the night wind outside the window.

Mirror Master's lips trembled. After a while, he fired another shot and drilled into the mirror world.

After calming down slightly, he felt he might have been making a mountain out of a molehill. It was just that the window wasn't closed tightly, causing the wind to blow in. The smell on the paper cup might also have been his own illusion. If he ran away just like this, it would be a bit embarrassing.

People in a safe environment always overestimate their courage—for example, every visitor who is confident in front of a haunted house.

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Mirror Master poked his head out again and found that everything had returned to calm. He walked out of the mirror, preparing to leave this office, but at this moment, he heard two "Swish, swish" sounds.

Suddenly looking back, Mirror Master saw that the curtains had closed themselves, blocking all the glass.

In his field of vision, a breeze came from far to near, carrying thin mist, passing through the center of the office.

Suddenly, on an office desk furthest from Mirror Master, a stack of A4 paper was blown up, dancing in the air.

Mirror Master looked up and saw that all the papers drew strange arcs and then flew toward the target one after another.

The glass partitions between the office desks were all covered with paper, and all the stainless steel glass water cups that would reflect light were also wrapped up.

The A4 paper didn't stop its advance like strange footsteps, flying toward the glass walls and doors of the entire office, and then one after another, they covered all the glass tightly.

As soon as Mirror Master raised his hand, he felt a sharp pain in his hand. With a "Clatter," the mirror gun in his hand was knocked away.

He was even more panicked, turning to run, but was suddenly hit in the face by an A4 paper. He scrambled to take the A4 paper off.

But soon, he saw that those A4 papers stuck to the glass began to show strange smiling faces.

In the almost completely lightless office, Mirror Master could only see one strange smiling face pattern after another spreading toward him. A heavy smell of blood came. At this moment, he realized that he had nowhere to run.

He ran to the door, but the door was locked. The mirror gun was on the other side of the office, but it was all paper with smiling faces.

All objects that would reflect light were covered, his ability couldn't be used, and fear had made him unable to make correct judgments.

He leaned against the door, slumped to the floor. The moment the dancing paper flew toward him, he blocked his arm in front of him and let out a scream.

Then, he saw the tip of a knife appear in the center of his forehead. A man holding an umbrella stood in front of him. Mirror Master slowly raised his hands.

He kept panting, staring at the man in front of him. He asked: "You... who are you? How did you get here?"

"That's the question I want to ask you," Schiller said. "Here, you are the uninvited guest."

"Are you Wei En? Oh, no, you can't be Wei En. Who on earth are you?! Aren't you also an uninvited guest?!" Mirror Master raised his tone, saying with a fierce look but a weak heart.

Schiller had been keeping his eyes closed because he knew that Mirror Master could enter people's eyes through the reflection of their pupils, causing temporary blindness.

"You shouldn't have appeared here." Schiller forced the knife tip toward Mirror Master and deliberately shook it in front of his eyes.

Mirror Master, feeling death approaching, desperately wanted to escape here, but there were no reflective objects in this room, except for the knife in front of him.

The knife fixed to the front of the umbrella possessed a smooth and flat metal surface. Even in a dim environment, it could reflect a person's shadow, just like a mirror.

Instantly, Mirror Master activated his ability, took a step forward, and invaded the umbrella knife.

The next second, he screamed and fell to the floor, his whole body wreathed in black mist of a curse.

Amidst the pain, he saw a knife stuck in the floor gap less than three centimeters from his ear.

A cold voice exploded in his ear like a thunderbolt, completely crushing Mirror Master's psychological defense line.

"This is a curse. If it is not removed, within twenty-four hours, you will undoubtedly die." ===== CHAPTER 770 =====