The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3572 Edge of Tomorrow (8)

Chapter 3572 Edge of Tomorrow (XVIII)

About an hour later, several figures left through the back door. Victor saw that they didn't take anything, so he asked, "They just left like that? Without caring about the body?"

"It doesn't matter if the bodies are found." Schiller walked towards the door to the rooftop and said, "They are confident that they didn't leave any evidence. A few more bodies will only increase the workload for the police."

“Then why should we help them clean up?”

"Of course it's for the reputation of Gotham University. They will leave after a few years of study, but the two of us will work here for the rest of our lives."

"That makes sense, let's go."

Victor went to the car to get the cleaning tools, and then took the cart and pushed it to the front door of the teaching building. After walking in from the main entrance, he could smell a faint smell of blood, which proved that something had really happened here.

Victor went downstairs first, pushed up the power switch, and restored power in the building.

They took the elevator to the fourth floor where they had seen people moving around. As soon as the elevator door opened, Victor coughed twice - the smell of blood here was too strong.

There was a long trail of blood in the corridor, and many bloody footprints. The footprints were crooked and looked like they belonged to the victim. They spread from the classroom near the elevator to the bathroom at the end.

"Another unlucky guy who failed to escape." said Victor.

"Well, let's try out our newest cleaning machine," Schiller said, looking at the box on the cart. "It better be as useful as you say, or we may not be done by tomorrow morning."

"Don't worry, it's definitely more useful than you think." Victor opened the box confidently.

Schiller saw that the machine was a cylinder with a diameter of more than half a meter and a height of about one meter, with four circular brush heads extending from the bottom. After being powered on, the brush heads rotated and revolved simultaneously.

The center of the machine continuously sprayed cleaning agent downwards, and soon the ground was cleaned. However, the big challenge was ahead, because there was a lot of dried and semi-dried plasma, solid and liquid mixed together, and if the cleaning force was not strong enough, it would easily make a mess.

Just when Schiller was curious about how these brush heads would deal with the situation ahead, a hole suddenly opened on the top of the machine, and a drone flew out, spraying detergent in advance.

This cleaning agent has a hemolytic function, which quickly dissolves the dried plasma. The four brush heads continue to move inwards, and the main body in the middle absorbs upwards, quickly sucking most of the plasma into the machine.

"But it's not very clean. There's still a thin layer of red on the ground." Victor said, "It will take at least three times to clean it. But the good thing is that it can be fully automatic. Let's go deal with the body."

After saying that, he walked past the cleaning range of the machine and headed into the bathroom. As expected, he saw a body on the sink.

This guy had two cuts on his neck. The first cut seemed to have gone astray because of his struggle, but the artery was cut, so blood was all over the floor; the second cut was the real killer.

His trachea was completely blocked by blood, so even if he didn't die immediately, he couldn't scream. Even if he ran to the bathroom, he was stabbed again.

Victor and Schiller wrapped the body in plastic in the same way, put it on the elevator cart, wiped the blood off the sink, and left the floor to the cleaning machine.

Because it was not the first crime scene, when they ran here, not much blood was sprayed out and it did not get on the walls, which greatly reduced the workload of the two men.

The two of them walked towards the classroom again - when they were on the rooftop before, they saw people moving around in the first classroom, which was more likely to be the first crime scene.

As expected, there was blood everywhere, but there were only three bodies lying here, and the number of people was much smaller than they had imagined.

The first classroom had a back door leading to the classroom next door. After pushing open this door, there were two bodies in the classroom opposite.

That means a total of six people were killed. But after Schiller took a closer look at the bodies, he found something wrong. Lina, the lead singer of Witness, was not there.

"If they thought I would come tonight, they would have brought Lina here to confront me on the spot."

"And if Lina is not here, there are only two possibilities: one is that the other party has kept a trick up his sleeve and sent a few minions to test my attitude; or Lina was taken away by the murderer."

"The murderer was not involved in Harley's case at all. He didn't know about Lina's specialness and wouldn't treat these people differently. The possibility of taking Lina away is not high."

"Then maybe the other party has something else up their sleeve. It seems they are not as stupid as we thought. Or maybe some artificial intelligence helped them."

Victor also realized this problem. Just as he was about to say something, a shrill police siren sounded outside the window.

Victor walked quickly to the window, leaned against the wall and looked out - dozens of police cars were approaching this side at a rapid speed, and the police lights illuminated the entire community at night, shrouding the entire world in red and blue light.

"It seems that there are some smart people, or smart robots among them." Schiller said slowly, "They threw out some baits and deliberately told everyone about their base to lure us into action, and then sent Lina to the police station. With her eyewitness testimony, the police can't ignore it. They must send police forces immediately. In this way, we are caught in a jar."

"You don't look anxious at all," Victor said. "Don't tell me you expected this."

"No, otherwise I wouldn't have come here." Schiller shook his head and said, "I'm not the kind of person who jumps into a trap just to show how powerful I am. I never want to cause trouble."

"Then you have a solution."

"I've only seen much bigger scenes than this." Schiller also walked to the window, but unlike Victor, he did not use the window to hide his figure. Instead, he stood in front of the window glass.

"Although the timing is not very good, since you told me about the first time you killed someone, I can also talk about mine."

“Before deciding to proceed with my project, I seriously researched the question of whether God really exists.”

"To find the answer to this question, I conducted a series of tests. The others are not worth mentioning. The most critical one is the death of a priest."

"Do you think that if you can kill the priest, it proves that God does not exist?"

"No, of course it's not that simple. If I can kill the priest, it doesn't mean God doesn't exist. It could also be that he committed a crime and God wants him to die."

"Then how did you do it?"

"I buried his body in the backyard of the church."

"and then?"

"I buried it shallowly, probably with only a thin layer of soil covering it. It was summer then, and the smell of the rotting corpse would surely drift into the church. That means as long as someone entered the church to pray, they would find the body."

"So, did anyone go in?"

"No. For a full six months, until winter, the entire church was covered with snow. No one entered, and the body was never found."

"So it seems that there is no God."

"On the contrary, it proves the existence of God," Schiller said with a smile.

As Schiller spoke, he picked up something from the ground beside him. Victor saw that it was an ice pick, and judging from the blood stains on it, it should be one of the murder weapons.

Schiller took the ice pick in his hand and played with it. He smeared some blood from the tip on his hand, leaving a few bloody handprints on the handle - the kind where you could clearly see the fingerprints.

"What are you doing?" Victor asked in shock. He didn't understand why Schiller left his fingerprints on the murder weapon - he obviously didn't kill the person, so wouldn't this make him more suspicious?

Schiller did not answer, but threw the ice pick out of the window - it drew a not-so-graceful arc, but passed right through the sewer opening downstairs and fell into the sewer.

"It's just that... God is on my side."

"Get down where you are! Put your hands up!!!"

The roar rang in my ears. Policemen rushed in one after another, pointing their guns at the two people by the window.

Schiller and Victor were quickly handcuffed and put into a police car, which drove to the Gotham Police Department with its lights flashing.

When Gordon saw the two people getting off the car, he demonstrated what it meant to "split apart on the spot."

When he heard the witness girl say that they were two professors, he had a bad feeling. Now that the premonition has come true, his heart is completely dead.

Gordon didn't say a word to the two of them, just waved his hand and had them taken to the interrogation room.

The moment he stepped into the police station gate, the sky outside suddenly lit up. Then, a rumbling sound came from the horizon, as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.

Gordon turned around suddenly.

The downpour came suddenly without any warning, it came quickly and fiercely, as if announcing something.

If there really is a God in this world, Gordon thought, then he must always stand on Schiller's side - no matter what traces the person who committed the murder tonight left behind, they would be washed away by the heavy rain.

Schiller sat down in the interrogation room. Opposite him sat two policemen, one of whom looked familiar, probably an old policeman, and the other was younger.

After the routine questioning, the old policeman looked at the file and said, "About half an hour ago, a student from Gotham University reported to us that he had witnessed a murder on campus. There were three people involved: two professors and one student."

"He also said that he heard about your conspiracy to commit another bloody murder in a classroom in the old campus of Gotham University. There is less than half an hour left before the action. Let's go to support you immediately."

"Because it was suspected of a previous student disappearance case, we sent police to investigate, and then we met you. Professor Rodriguez, do you have anything to say about this?"

Schiller smiled - not intentionally, but the police's words were very interesting. Rather than explaining the cause and effect, it was more like shirking responsibility, similar to "It's not us who want to investigate you."

"I was just passing through," Schiller said.

"Passing by crime scenes all over the world?" Gordon's voice sounded outside the door.

"Yes, how unfortunate." Schiller said slowly, "We just wanted to return to the old campus to reminisce the old days, but we encountered such a bloody case. I wonder, with your efforts, Officer Gordon, has the security situation in Gotham returned to the past?"

Gordon was so angry at his counter-attack that his head was buzzing.

Gordon: O'Shock