The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 2594: Xiao Xiao Down (Seventy-eight)

After Clark and the others arrived, there was a rush of people. Cars parked one after another beside the woods, and everyone who got off the car was surprised that Schiller would welcome them here.

And Schiller seemed to know where Victor's stereotype of him came from. Everyone thought that they would be greeted by an open space or the venue of an academic seminar, even one that was held at his place just a few days ago. Work-study graduate and doctoral students.

They looked at Schiller even with a hint of fear.

Similar to although our professor was not easy to get along with before, you'd better return him as soon as possible, otherwise we won't have dinner with unknown monsters.

Each one brought a rich gift, not so much a gift as an excellent patch, and now Schiller confirmed that Victor's "I'm afraid Schiller can't do anything" anxiety was real. Yeah, because someone even brought in a pool table.

Each of them seemed to be worried that if they didn't find something to do for themselves, Schiller would find something for them to do, so they were fully prepared to entertain themselves.

Lex even brought six computers and a server, as well as a newly developed Luther game console that has not yet been launched on the market, and more than 50 family-friendly video games. The moment he brought them out, they attracted the attention of all the young people.

That's fine, Schiller thought. Many of his colleagues have children, the youngest is five or six years old, and the eldest is about to go to college. It is difficult to find a common hobby for these people.

Obviously these children are unlikely to like fishing or playing poker. The younger ones can also run wild in the woods, and the older ones have nothing to do except help with barbecues.

Game consoles can alleviate this embarrassment very well, especially those family games that require the cooperation of multiple people. Everyone, regardless of age or gender, can find fun in them. A group of people gathered around the machine as soon as it was put down.

Moreover, most of the guests Schiller invited were either high-level intellectuals such as doctors and professors, or wealthy people who could afford houses in wealthy areas. In this era when electronic equipment was still relatively expensive, these people were obviously They will be the future customer group of this type of game console, and Lex can also conduct machine testing and user satisfaction surveys.

Schiller was beginning to believe that Lex Luthor was the smartest man in the world.

The number of people who came was far more than expected, because many people brought their family members, and even brought their four children and two dogs with them. Fortunately, Victor and the others had prepared extra tents, otherwise what Schiller had prepared would have been really great. Not necessarily enough.

After everyone had almost arrived, a gray car belatedly arrived. The door opened, and a figure that shouldn't have appeared but was not beyond Schiller's expectations appeared on the grass.

That's Amanda Waller.

Her face was not very pretty, and she was followed by a bodyguard and a middle-aged man who looked like a researcher. Others were here to announce the good news, and they seemed to be attending a funeral.

To be precise, she came to attend the funeral, because as soon as Amanda opened her mouth, she said: "Long time no see, Professor Schiller, can I ask where you took all my subordinates?"

Schiller was in a very good mood now, so he didn't bother to argue with her. Instead, he said, "I remember I didn't send you an invitation, but if you want to come, I won't turn you away."

After saying that, he turned around and walked down the gentle slope. Amanda quickly followed him and said, "They will be an important part of the Sky Eye Society. You can't just treat them..."

"What did I do to them?"

"They disappeared and completely lost contact with headquarters."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"They just disappear around you."

"Why are they around me?"

Amanda was choked, Schiller stopped, looked back at Amanda and said: "What legitimate reason you have, it's not a reason to surround me with a lot of trouble, you know what it will bring." Such consequences, but insisting on going your own way, it is not me who makes them disappear, but you. "

"But you obviously can..."

"What can you do? Do nothing? Do you think this is even remotely possible?"

"I mean, you don't look surprised at all."

"What should I be surprised about? Should I be surprised that it was you who did this? I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm afraid there aren't many people on the entire planet who are that stupid."

Amanda was no longer angry with Schiller for saying she was stupid. She just wanted to solve the problem. She said: "Well, I sent them here to test the strength. It's okay if you destroy them, but why cut off Lost their connection to headquarters? We need their black box."

"Then it becomes your evidence to convict me?"

"Video data will not be saved there, I just need data on their physical strength and operating logic!"

"Why should I believe you?"

Amanda sighed and said, "I formed the Sky Eye Society with your good student. Do you think you can create such a clone with the FBI's little technical means?"

"So this is Bruce's work?"

"Not entirely. Obviously some people don't trust things like human cloning, so they have been weakened a lot. We are thinking of our own ways to make technological innovations, so we need that data."

"Whose idea was it to send them here?"

"Mine, but Bruce didn't refuse either."

"Because he knows you will do it even if he refuses. You never listen to others' advice, so why should he waste his breath on you?"

"Okay, it's my fault this time." Amanda said, "But I know that if I invite you to take the test in the usual way, you will not agree."

"This is not a question of any test." Schiller looked at Amanda and said, "You are still taking revenge on your personal grudges, trying every means to harass the serial killer you think is a serial killer to vent your anger."

"Why can't I do this?"

"Of course you can do this. You are righteous. Then don't bother the serial killer you hate the most. Please go back."

Schiller turned and walked into the woods. Amanda gritted her teeth, but still followed him. She said, "I think we can make a deal. I only want the black box."

Schiller didn't say a word until he passed between two big trees. Amanda didn't see so many people here.

Her eyes and her intuition made her immediately lock on several people in the crowd, including Jonathan, Valentine, Jack, Victor, etc. Well, she actually broke into the party of the serial killer.

But soon a burst of noise made her dizzy. She looked in that direction and found that there was a machine and several computers on the open space, and a group of children and young people were shouting around the computers.

What is this? A reserve of serial killers?

"Ms. Waller, why are you here?" Gordon came over, shook hands with Amanda and said, "How are you doing recently?"

"So what are you doing here?" Amanda asked.

"It's just an ordinary housewarming party. Professor Schiller moved to a new home and held a camping party. It's not bad, isn't it?"

Amanda was about to speak when Gordon said, "I have something to ask you about Mexico. Can we talk for a while?"

Amanda keenly caught the key words. She looked Gordon up and down with some vigilance and said, "Mexico? I have nothing to do with the Mexican mess. You found the wrong person."

"What about the black movement?" Gordon raised his eyebrows and said.

Amanda's face turned ugly. She said, "No matter who told you this, I won't pay any more for it."

"I just need some intelligence. Please come over."

Gordon and Amanda went to the side with fewer people to talk. Amanda was a little absent-minded, wondering how Gordon knew she was connected to the Black Panther Party.

Amanda knew that she didn't look like someone who would have contact with this group of people. Anyone who saw her and knew what she did would think she was just a government stooge and had nothing to do with the left.

But if a Gotham sheriff knew about this, it would prove that either he had a lot of connections or there was something wrong with the Black Panther Party.

Just when Amanda was worried, she saw Schiller and another figure walking to the river to talk. If she was not mistaken, the man had exaggerated clown makeup on his face.

But it didn't look like a clown. Amanda knew that Jack the Clown was a truck driver and didn't look like this. Could it be a clown from another universe?

What were the two of them talking about? Could it be that the clown helped Schiller solve the clones? Or are they sharing the data in the black box?

Amanda wanted to eavesdrop, but Gordon obviously wouldn't give her the chance, and stepped forward to block Amanda's view.

Amanda calmly moved aside, intending to see Schiller's lip shape, but the next second, Schiller kicked the clown into the river.

Amanda and Gordon were stunned.

No, why did they fight? Schiller didn't seem like the kind of person who would get angry and fight.

The two of them didn't have much in mind to talk, and returned to the camp with their own thoughts. Soon Schiller also came back, followed by the clown who looked like a drowned chicken.

It wasn't the clown Jack of this universe, but the clown of Baybat. Schiller's last invitation was written to him.

At this time, he yelled to others like crazy, "At the bottom of the lake!! There is a monster at the bottom of the lake!! I saw it!!!!"

Everyone else stared at him blankly, not to mention Jonathan, Victor and the like, Amanda didn't believe his words, the clown was synonymous with freaks.

"Calm down, sir." Gordon was indeed a responsible sheriff. He tried his best to comfort the yelling clown and said, "What did you say? What's at the bottom of the lake? Fossils?"

"There is a monster with countless arms, legs and bones. I saw it when I fell just now. It was climbing up!!"

"No, sir, this is not funny. If you want to tell a joke, maybe you can wait until the meat is roasted, which will keep us all warm." Gordon shook his head and said, "There are no monsters. This is just a camping party."

"But I saw it all!! I saw it with my own eyes!! This was done by that lunatic..."

"Sorry, make way, Mr. Sheriff." Victor stepped forward, weighed the freezing gun in his hand and said, "I told you, this is a perfect camping party. If someone wants to ruin this perfect event with his unfunny jokes, he'd better think about whether he can run faster than a bullet."

Other people looked at him with unfriendly eyes. They knew you were a lunatic, but could you choose a suitable occasion before going crazy? Everyone is having a great time now, do you have to spoil the fun like this?

The clown was furious.

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