Chapter 770: Schiller the Match-Seller (Part 1)

Half an hour later, Schiller dragged the Mirror Master, who had been soaked to the bone, into his office at Cat Getan University. At this time, Victor was packing up, preparing to get off work.

Seeing Schiller suddenly bring a stranger, he curiously leaned over and asked: "What's wrong? Who is he? Why did you bring him to school?"

Schiller gave Mirror Master a hard pat, making him stagger in place. Schiller looked at him and asked: "By the way, I haven't asked your name yet. What's your name?"

"My name is Sam, Sam Scudder," Mirror Master replied, shrinking his neck.

Now, he was under the eaves and had to bow his head. The black curse surrounding his body hadn't been lifted yet, and he could clearly feel the passing of his life force. If Schiller couldn't help him lift the curse, he would be dead, so he could only follow Schiller to Cat Getan University.

Schiller targeted Mirror Master's weaknesses, first using psychological tactics to make him panic, then, in a moment of unpreparedness, covered all objects that could reflect light, finally leaving only one flaw—that was the umbrella knife that could reflect light.

But the umbrella knife and the umbrella handle were actually one piece, and living in the umbrella handle was the brother of Constantine, the curse soul who had been strangled by him in his mother's womb and turned into a grievance.

The curse soul couldn't attack actively. It had to possess someone or some object, and the possession process required a certain amount of time of contact; it couldn't just float over out of thin air. So Schiller had to lure Mirror Master to possess the umbrella himself.

Mirror Master, in his panic, didn't think and chose the only escape route, naturally stepping into the trap and being entangled by the curse soul.

Schiller had tested the effect of the curse soul on Black Panther in the Marvel world, and the result made him very satisfied. Even the Panther God was helpless against this unknown curse.

After all, if this curse soul really was Constantine's twin brother, then he should have extraordinary magical talent like Constantine, and it wouldn't be strange for him to possess even more powerful strength after changing his life form.

Anyway, Mirror Master was unlucky, dragged by Schiller to Cat Getan University. Hearing him report his name, Schiller nodded, then said to Victor: "My enrollment application forms are used up. Do you have any there? Give me another one."

"I do have some, but what do you intend to use them for? You aren't thinking of letting him enroll, are you?" Victor looked Mirror Master up and down and said: "He doesn't look like a Cat Getan local."

"Our school is inclusive and can recruit students across states," Schiller replied.

"Hmm... but he doesn't really look like a student."

"It's a clothing issue," Schiller replied again. He dragged Mirror Master to the lounge next to the office, threw him inside, and then threw him a set of clothes, telling him to change himself. Anyway, with the curse on him, he wouldn't dare to run.

Mirror Master dejectedly changed his clothes. The outfit of a hoodie and sweatpants made him look ten years younger. Schiller dragged him to the office again, pointed at him, and said to Victor: "Look, doesn't he look like a student now?"

"But... but does he really need to learn skills?" Victor looked Mirror Master up and down and saw the very clean and tidy stubble on Mirror Master's chin, no calluses, and well-maintained hands. He continued: "He doesn't look like he needs to learn skills to support himself."

Mirror Master nodded vigorously, his neck almost shaking off. Schiller looked at him and wore a fake smile, saying: "It's not whether you need to learn skills, but whether I think you need to learn skills."

Mirror Master looked at him and said: "But... but I've already graduated from university. I was an honor graduate, I..."

Finding Schiller's gaze becoming increasingly unkind, Mirror Master's voice grew smaller and smaller. He said: "Fine, studying for another degree isn't a big deal."

Victor brought an application form and watched Schiller write on it. He asked: "Which major do you plan to assign him to? Still auto repair?"

"No, I plan to set up a separate major specifically so that his specialties can have room to play," Schiller said without looking up, writing on the application form: "Let's call it Mirror and Teleportation Major, first affiliated with the Vocational Technical College. If there are research results, then merge it into the main college."

"Mirror and Teleportation?" Victor frowned and read this awkward major name again. He looked at Mirror Master and asked: "You can teleport?"

Mirror Master nodded absentmindedly, slightly turned his head, looked at the ceramic water cup beside Victor, and the surface of the white water cup was very smooth, reflecting people like a mirror. "Whoosh," Mirror Master drilled into it, waving at Victor on the surface of the water cup.

Victor widened his eyes, picked up the water cup, looked at it up and down, and felt very confused. After a while, Mirror Master walked out of the cup, and Victor immediately said: "Come over and tell me, how did you do it? What kind of technology is this?"

"Before making the mirror, I added a special chemical substance to the solution being used to make the mirror. After the mirror gained special abilities, I conducted other research, and this gun..."

Getting the opportunity to show off his technology, Mirror Master naturally wouldn't let it go. After talking for a while, he looked up at Victor and asked: "Are you also a professor at this university? What major do you teach?"

"I am a low-temperature physicist. Now I mainly teach physics. Of course, my research scope is relatively broad, including chemistry, mechanical engineering, and a part of natural science."

"Low-temperature science?" Mirror Master rubbed his pistol and said: "I also know a guy who seems to have mastered some kind of low-temperature technology, but I don't quite understand it."

"Oh?" Victor raised his eyebrows and became interested. He said: "Now, there aren't many people studying low-temperature physics. If he is relatively famous in the industry, I should have heard of him. By the way, which city are you from?"

"Central City. The weather there is much better than here," Mirror Master complained. Now he also knew that his defeat to Schiller wasn't unjust; this was completely a trap aimed at him, but he was also unlucky to run into a typhoon.

"Central City?" Victor touched his chin and said: "I haven't heard that there are any famous low-temperature laboratories there."

While the two were chatting, Schiller took the application form, came to Mirror Master, shook it, and handed it to him, saying: "Now, take this form to report to the Academic Affairs Office, and then honestly stay in school to study. You cannot leave before graduation, otherwise..."

Schiller raised his umbrella again. Mirror Master took two steps back, swallowed his saliva, and said: "Don't worry, I have a double degree in my undergraduate studies, both with full scholarships, and I was an honor graduate. I have sufficient internship experience and am good at the ratio of various chemical agents. I..."

"Alright, if your academic performance is good, we will also give you a full scholarship. After all, we can't even find a target to give a scholarship to now," Schiller mocked himself.

After Mirror Master left, Victor leaned against Schiller's desk and smiled, saying: "Still remember the topic we discussed at the beginning? We are all travelers in the snowy night, lighting a campfire in the vast snowfield..."

Schiller said while reading the thesis: "Of course I remember. Everyone who comes here will add firewood, so the campfire will never go out."

"What you are doing now is more like guarding the campfire, holding a box of matches and forcing sales," Victor said with a smile: "Others clearly aren't cold and don't need matches at all, but you still insist on selling them."

Schiller's hand stopped for a moment, then said: "How do you know he isn't cold?"

Victor was choked and said: "He isn't even a Cat Getan local. He finished university properly and has a stable job."

"If he finished university properly and had a stable job, why would he break into Wayne Tower to steal things?" Schiller asked back.

Victor had nothing to say. Schiller continued: "And what right do you have to say he doesn't need matches? Are you the psychologist, or am I the psychologist?"

"Also, what is forced sales? I am voluntarily assuming part of the criminal rehabilitation obligation for society. I should send a bill to the Central City government and let them pay the tuition for that Sam."

Victor shook his head. Anna sat in her seat and said without looking up: "I really don't understand why you must argue with a psychologist. This is his professional scope."

"Yeah, just like it's your professional scope that there are only three of us who can talk in this office, and after subtracting you, there are only two left," Schiller countered.

Victor didn't speak. He put on his coat, picked up his keys, and said: "Are you staying in the dorm today? If you are, I'll leave the keys for you."

Schiller didn't look up and said: "Yes, I'm not going back today. I have to get up tomorrow morning to watch the students of the technical college."

Looking at Schiller's focused expression, Victor shook his head and turned to leave.

And Mirror Master, who had left Schiller's field of vision, found a public phone booth nearby. After dialing the phone, he said: "The situation is like this..."

He briefly explained his current situation. The voice on the other side was very low, but he didn't blame him, instead saying: "I will send someone into Cat Getan University to investigate and meet you at the same time. After you solve the curse problem, return to a safe location immediately."

Mirror Master looked left and right, lowered his voice and said: "That professor is not easy to deal with. Are you sure the person you send can..."

"Don't worry, he is your old acquaintance. Tonight, he will go over. As long as you don't make too much of a commotion, no one can stop you."

Hanging up the phone, Mirror Master breathed a sigh of relief. His previous attitude was just a delaying tactic. He didn't believe he would be trapped in a university, and he had no interest in going to any vocational technical school to study.

After nightfall, the wind and rain subsided slightly. Victor was reading in his dormitory, mainly some materials on neuroscience. He was preparing to take a doctorate in neuroscience.

His wife's physical condition was no longer a big problem. The only thing that hadn't been solved was the neurodegenerative disease.

The difficulty of this disease was that once thawed, it would continue to deteriorate. So even though his wife's current physical state had recovered to the level of a normal person, and even healthier than a normal person, Victor still didn't choose to thaw her.

Unless there was a 100% success rate, he wasn't willing to gamble. Although Schiller had brought a lot of materials, to solve his wife's neurodegenerative disease, a specialist consultation was required.

Any doctor, no matter how high their technical level, couldn't guarantee an accurate diagnosis without seeing the patient, even if it was the medical master Strange, he had to see the patient and do a complete examination before performing surgery.

Under the circumstances where the two sides couldn't meet, adopting conservative treatment, although the progress was slow, had high safety.

Under the efforts of two worlds, the development of freezing technology had reached its peak. The physical functions of frozen people wouldn't have any problems. As long as the neurodegenerative disease and genetic problems could be slowly solved, there was a possibility of complete recovery.

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Victor, who was thinking about these problems, glanced out the window in the gap of reading, and then found a sneaky figure under the teacher's dormitory building.

Victor narrowed his eyes. He looked out from the window, then put on his coat, picked up the freeze gun on the table, and walked out the door.

In the corridor, he glanced into Schiller's room. Schiller hadn't even taken off his coat and was sleeping soundly on the bed, his brows still showing a trace of fatigue.

Victor knew that although the students' schedule was busy, the teacher watching them would be even busier.

And Schiller, besides watching the technical college, also had to teach undergraduate courses, catch graduate students' theses, and help Bruce solve a bunch of troubles so he could study with peace of mind.

Victor thought, Schiller the Match-Seller? This really wasn't a fairy tale worth praising, because it was filled with too many realistic helplessness.

This was more suitable to become a new dark nursery rhyme for this city. If you aren't willing to lean toward the campfire in the snowy night, or have no strength to pick up a torch on a cold night to find a new way out for yourself.

Then, perhaps you will see a professor holding matches at the end of a dark alley, lighting a cigar on your way home. Before the smoke dissipates, he will hand you a match.

As for the cigar, you'll have to find it yourself. ===== CHAPTER 771 =====