In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 565: Typical Murder (Part 1)
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman
In Gotham City, it was not a sunny but warm morning. Schiller put down the coffee cup in his hand and heard the footsteps of his colleague Anna in high heels. After a while, a blond American sweetheart walked in. He knocked on the baffle on Schiller's desk and said, "The slackers at the freshman registration office have asked for leave, you go..."
"I'm not going."
Schiller replied without looking up, if such a scene happened a year ago, then maybe Schiller is still just an ordinary university professor in Gotham, instead of writing a thesis on the surface like now, In fact, under those papers are the industrial plan of the Green Lantern Corps and the planning of the fog crystal industry.
Anna rolled her eyes and said, "You have the least class this week, who else will you go to?"
Suddenly, Schiller recovered from the messy work, he turned his head and glanced at the calendar next to him, and said, "It's January, it should be the start of the spring semester, Gotham University should not Are you majoring in the spring report?"
"Who said that?" Anna walked to Schiller's seat, folded her arms and said, "You forgot, the former principal Seldon was a liberal arts student, and he opened a literature and philosophy major at Gotham University, but Before he left, both majors had passed the review, and the start of the semester was set for the spring.”
"Oh, yes, he probably forgot to tell you that the psychology major has also been transferred to the School of Humanities, so the major you teach will also start in the spring."
Schiller narrowed his eyes. He recalled that American universities are slightly different from Chinese universities. Many universities in the United States are divided into three semesters a year, which start in January, May and August. Among them, January in spring and August in autumn will have new students arriving.
However, Gotham University is closer to China University. Although it is also three semesters, the registration month for freshmen is only August, and no one comes for the spring report.
The reason is that there are relatively few colleges in Gotham University, and the management is relatively chaotic. Some administrators of the school have classified all majors into autumn reports for convenience.
Before, when the headmaster named Seldon came, he drastically reformed the administrative management system, creating three more colleges abruptly, and now all three colleges have been changed to spring reports.
With Schiller immersed in his work, the deep winter in Gotham has passed, and now it is January when the temperature has just picked up, and the spring report of Gotham University has also begun.
Putting down his pen and moving his stiff shoulders, Schiller felt that it would be good to go to the freshman registration office for a long time. Recently, his mind was almost filled with those messy numbers.
Schiller stood up and wanted to leave. Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered twice, and with a click, the light bulb hanging in the center of the room turned off.
At this time, the days are still relatively short, and it is still necessary to turn on the lamp in the morning to read the words on the book clearly, but now the light bulb is off, and the room is dark.
Anna raised her head and glanced at the light bulb, but she didn't show any surprise. She said, "You haven't had morning classes in the past few days, and you haven't been there in the morning and evening, so I don't know. The school pipeline is aging. The power went out for an hour or two, and the repeated outages knocked out most of the old light bulbs.”
"So what?" Schiller asked.
"What can we do? Let's just make do with it." Anna walked back to her seat and sat down, skillfully took out a flashlight from the side, turned it on, shone it on Schiller, and said, "Now Gotham University is East The only school on the coast without a principal, who do you expect to take care of this?"
Schiller shook his head and looked up at the room again. This office, which he has stayed in for the longest time since he came to Gotham, is actually very old.
I can’t talk about the decoration style here, because most of the furniture has been replaced several times, and the white wall baseboards and ceilings are damaged to varying degrees. The only office that can be called a good one The tables are all old and new.
Schiller is not very fond of things that are too modern, but that does not mean he likes to use old things, especially, these things are old enough to start to affect the use.
Sighing, Schiller took his things, left the office, and walked towards the freshman reporting office.
When he came to the freshman registration office, he found that there was also a power outage here, and what was even more tragic was that there was no floor-to-ceiling windows in the office, and the lighting was even worse. It was pitch black at this time,
That's fine, Schiller thought, when the freshmen come, they will immediately know what a wrong decision they have made.
During the rest of their university career, they will not be able to enjoy partying or mess with men and women. There are no student activity rooms or party rooms here. The only room with an independent generator is Victor's low temperature. laboratories and libraries.
In the dark, Schiller moved a chair and sat down. Soon, students came in one after another. Basically, when everyone came in, they would instinctively pause when they saw someone sitting in the dark room After a while, exit to look at the door number of the room, and then walk in carefully.
Schiller was still writing with his head down. Suddenly, he heard the sound of heels of leather shoes approaching from far to near. Ask without raising it: "Name?"
"Lex Luthor."
"Lex...Room 403, Building 2, Boys' Apartment..." Schiller wrote it subconsciously. Suddenly, he stopped his pen and looked up. Sure enough, it was the red-haired Laike who appeared in the darkness. s.
"Likes?" Schiller looked up at him, then looked down at the form in his hand, and said, "Don't tell me, you applied for Gotham University?"
"Actually, I didn't apply for Gotham University. I'm not yet old enough to go to college, but I donated a lot of money, so..."
Schiller took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "Can I ask you about your thinking? Have you ever visited your local Metropolitan University?"
"Of course I visited. Just before I came to report, I went to Metropolitan University, found Clark who was studying journalism, and made him make a big fool of myself in front of my classmates."
"Since you have already been to the Metropolitan University, on the way you walked from the gate of Gotham University to this place, you should leave without looking back. What gave you the courage to come here? "
The teaching level and hardware facilities of Metropolitan University and Gotham University can't be said to be the same, but worlds apart.
"Of course it's you, professor, to tell you the truth, what happened at the Metropolitan Mayor's Mansion and your performance made me interested in the subject of psychology, and among the entire East Coast University, I The academic level that can be found is trustworthy, only you."
"Thank you for your compliment." Schiller turned the page in his hand and said, "You are much more likable than Wayne who just came to report, but I still want to say, you'd better go back to the Metropolis Go, this is not the place for you."
Lex didn't listen at all, he shrugged and said: "Is there any place I can't go? No."
"Where Wayne can come, of course I can, I'm no worse than him."
"Seriously, Professor, how is his academic performance? He should be the first in the grade, right? It's okay, I will break his record soon."
Just as Schiller was about to continue talking, Lux picked up his suitcase. Schiller looked at his movements and said, "Don't tell me, you didn't even bring the security guard and housekeeper with you, and you plan to Living in a student dormitory.”
Lex nodded, and carried the suitcase over with some effort. His figure was so thin that the originally small suitcase seemed very heavy.
But Schiller shook his head, looked up at the light bulb that had been turned off, and said, "You will pay the price for your self-confidence today. Those who do not belong to Gotham will eventually leave."
Lex didn't understand Schiller's fatalistic words, he just carried his suitcase and left.
On his way through Gotham University's teaching buildings and plaza, it was already fully lit, but the power had not been restored, so after Lux entered the dormitory building, it was still dark.
What's even more frightening is that the dormitory building at Gotham University has 6 floors, and Lux lives on the 4th floor, and there is no elevator in this building.
In other words, Lux had to carry his heavy suitcase and climb up to the fourth floor alone.
Actually, this is not difficult for any college student with a normal physique. Although it will be more or less tiring, it is not to the point of being unable to persevere, but it is not the case for Lux.
As he said before, he has not yet reached the age of college. The use of drugs caused his health to be very poor and his physical strength was very poor.
So, it was very difficult for him to drag the suitcase up the stairs. He had to change his posture after walking two steps, and he did not rely on moving, but dragged hard. The suitcase hit the edge of the steps, making a "bang bang" " muffled.
After dragging the suitcase up one floor, Lux couldn't move at all. He could only lean against the stairwell to rest panting, and began to regret why he didn't bring the housekeeper and security over.
At this moment, a tall figure came up and saw a person in the stairwell. He was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Are you this year's freshman? What's wrong with you? Do you need help?"
"I..." Lux swallowed, pointed to his suitcase, and said, "It's too heavy, I can't move it, but my bedroom is on the fourth floor..."
"Oh, that's it, it's okay, I'll move it for you." The tall figure came out from the darkness, and when he came to the stairwell, Lux saw clearly that it was a black-haired boy with a tall figure Tall, handsome, and wearing a suit, he looks very well-bred.
"My name is Lux, from Metropolis, what's your name?" Lux asked proactively, and the boy said, "You can call me Thomas, Thomas Elliott, you should have heard of it The Elliot family, right?"
"I'm an out-of-towner, and I've never left my city, so I haven't heard of any Gotham families~IndoMTL.com~Lex watched the boy named Thomas pick up his suitcase , and then go up the steps.
"What about the Wayne family?" Thomas asked.
"Then I've heard of it, after all, they are so famous." Rex followed Thomas, and he walked very slowly, as if he had exhausted his energy before, and Thomas had to stand on a higher step wait for him.
"Oh, then you should also know that little Wayne is studying in this school, right? Although he doesn't come to class much, you should be able to meet him recently, because he often lives in the dormitory recently."
"Dormitory? Isn't his family very rich? Why do you want to live in a dormitory?" When they came to the third floor, the two took a rest in the stairwell, and then chatted while resting.
"Don't mention it, his daughter is often noisy at night, which makes him unable to sleep well, so he can only leave Wayne Manor and go to the dormitory to rest and hide."
Thomas spread his hands and said: "My family and his family are family friends. The two of us have known each other since we were young, but even I don't know when he had an ex-wife and daughter."
Lex frowned, Thomas saw his reaction, and went on to say: "Of course, I can understand him, a man should have his own space, and he is not the kind who surrounds his wife and children." People who spin around.”
Seeing that Lux's brows were getting deeper and deeper, Thomas picked up the suitcase again, and then walked up the steps. Lux followed behind him, and the two came to the fourth floor together.
But the moment they stepped onto the corridor on the fourth floor, a strong smell of blood wafted over.
By the dim light from the window at the end of the corridor, Lux saw that the door of the fourth room on the right was open, and there was a pair of legs sticking out, and blood flowed out of the door.