The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2338 Gotham Music Chapter (77)

Chapter 2338 Gotham Music Festival (Part )

There was another long silence on the other end, which even made Oliver begin to wonder if there were any unique rules for renting a house in Gotham. Did Schiller forget to tell him that the other end was waiting for his secret signal?

"602 Pedro Street, in person."

The other party hung up the phone after saying this, which made Oliver even more confused.

But he didn't have anything else to worry about. If the other party was just an ordinary black middleman who wanted to trick him into robbing him, he would not be someone to be trifled with. There were almost no FBI agents in this city, so he didn't have to worry about being caught.

Oliver started the car and set off immediately. Schiller, standing by his bedroom window, breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had found a suitable house and he could finally rest.

This time, before Schiller could get into bed, there was an urgent knock on the door. As soon as Schiller opened the door, Harley rushed in.

Schiller was almost knocked off balance by her. After steadying himself, he discovered that Harley was holding several small balls of different colors in her hands.

Noticing that Schiller's gaze had shifted to her hands, Harley proudly put one hand on her waist and raised the other hand high, holding the small balls in her hand and shaking them at Schiller.

"What is this?" Schiller asked.

"Of course it's your favorite money!" Harry looked at Schiller and said, "Don't look at me like that. Introduce me."

Harley patted her chest and said, "The first batch of sinner hunters is also the hunter with the largest number of kills and the best soul quality so far, and the overall ranking is also first!"

Schiller didn't react for a moment. Harley said, "I'm using the demon vision. It can't find your soul information, which means you are not from this universe at all."

"When I was studying at Kamar-Taj, Professor Strange told me that your sleep and rest schedule was too healthy to be like that of a normal human being. If I'm not mistaken, you just stayed up all night and are now extremely sleepy."

Schiller finally relaxed completely. He sat down on the bed, and then he felt the restraint of his suit. He shook his head and said, "I'm going to change into pajamas first. Wait for me."

Harley grabbed his sleeve and said, "Don't worry, what I want to say is very simple. You can change your clothes after I finish speaking."

Harley shook the ball in her hand and said, "I saw a police car when I came back. You should have seen my achievements, right?"

Schiller frowned slightly, then he remembered that Harry was referring to the two corpses whose heads had been chopped off and hung upside down.

"I just want to tell you that this is not my academic level, but these damn old-fashioned demons have their own methods of sacrifice. The one I am going to trade requires the head to be placed in the center of the magic circle, and the magic circle to be placed under the headless corpse. Let the blood soak into the magic circle, and then the soul can be successfully extracted."

Harry cleared his throat and said, "Please tell the professor that I have strongly protested against this aesthetically pleasing way of committing crimes, but they refused to change. I had no choice but to do this. I didn't mean to pollute your eyes and brain."

Harry shook his head in annoyance, threw his hair back and said, "That's not the point. You didn't tell me the code, and I looked through almost all the newspapers you used, and only found these two idiots who accidentally revealed their information."

"But this is too slow. I spent a lot of time deciphering the case numbers. Those advertisements one after another gave me a headache. So can we discuss it and just give me a list directly?"

"What's your hurry?" Schiller asked.

"Oh my god, you must be sleepy." Harley lowered her hands and said helplessly, "If the souls of sinners are a resource, then Gotham will definitely become a treasure city for the wizarding world. As far as I know, the surviving wizards in the world are moving closer to this place. If I don't make good use of my first-mover advantage as a local, I will have no chance to grab such high-quality souls again."

Schiller was already a little sleepy and unconscious. He didn't listen to Harley's explanation at all. He just said according to his instinct: "I will give you a list, and you can only kill them one by one according to the list. After killing them, you have to put them in the positions specified by the group of demons. How many orders can you complete in a day? Two orders? Three orders?"

"What should I do?" Harry's face fell. "Isn't this the model you set? You know it's not good for young people. I still have to go to school and do my homework."

Schiller waved his hand and said, "You are the one who is sleepy and stupid. We welcome tourists because they pay for their own travel expenses. And those magicians want to come here to transform the sinners into their own resources. This is blatant robbery. Will you let them do what they want?"

"But I can't beat those magicians either." Harry sighed and said, "There is a serious age discrimination in the mystical world here. Their bodies haven't developed to adulthood yet, so the magic power they can carry is very limited. And they all have special skills, so sneak attacks may not be successful."

Schiller covered his forehead helplessly and said, "You just said that you have the advantage of being a local. What is the biggest advantage of being a local?"

Harley looked at Schiller.

"Magicians can't just float in the sky when they come to Gotham. They need food and shelter. They can't just rely on teleportation to go out for a long time. They need a car. They are not like you. They don't know about secret codes. If they want to lock on to a target, they have to ask for information everywhere."

Harry suddenly realized, slapped her thigh and said, "I said Black Island didn't seem like Bruce's idea. You really live up to your name."

Then she began to count on her fingers how many houses she had in various commercial and urban areas, and which ones she needed to sell in order to buy an island and turn it into a den of gold like Black Island.

Schiller pointed to the door, and Harley ran out swiftly. Before she went out, she leaned on the door frame, stuck her head in and said, "Thank you, doctor. In fact, I have a better idea, and you will see it soon."

Schiller sighed lightly, walked back to his room and changed into his pajamas. As soon as he came back, he saw a silvery figure by the window. It was Bai Can.

He turned to look at Schiller, then frowned in confusion and said, "What's wrong with you? You look like a stranded fish."

"I'm very sleepy." Schiller said directly, "So if you have nothing else to do, please get out of here. I'm going to sleep."

There was a trace of barely perceptible awkwardness and embarrassment on Stark's face, which usually wouldn't appear on Bai Can's face because he had no shame at all.

So usually when he showed this kind of emotion, it proved that this matter must be related to Pepper. Normally, when Schiller was awake, he would definitely be able to read this fleeting emotion, but now he was so sleepy that he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Do you know that island?" Stark asked, "It's the one built on the sea. I heard from the locals that it's called Black Island."

Schiller nodded as he sat on the bed, leaned back on the pillow and closed his eyes, but was soon woken up by Stark, who said, "Don't fall asleep yet. Listen to me. I also want to build an island like this. Do you have any good ideas?"

Before Schiller could speak, Stark said, "Pepper called me just now. Of course, we didn't talk about anything. It's impossible to pretend that the previous conflict never happened, but I was still surprised that she would take the initiative to call me."

"You called and she answered." Schiller closed his eyes and said, "This really surprised you because you always thought you were not that important in her heart."

Stark finally couldn't hide his embarrassment anymore, and Schiller said, "Don't be embarrassed yet. There's something even more embarrassing. You pretended to be a hero and gave up Stark Group, which resulted in you being penniless now. You can't even show up in your official capacity when you return to your original universe, and you've become a poor black household."

"Who are you saying are the poor and undocumented?!" Stark raised his voice.

"And now you can't even go see your parents whom you miss so much. You must have learned about their return from the other Stark. Howard will definitely be disappointed in you because you are not even doing as well as he was when he was at his worst."

"Schiller!!!!"

Looking at Schiller, who seemed to have completely lost his soul, Stark took a deep breath, decided not to bother with him, and said, "I think the model of that island is good, what do you think?"

"It's just leftovers." Schiller muttered with his eyes closed. "It was because the arrogant student came to the tower and kept complaining about the lack of money, so I gave him a plan at a preferential price."

“How much is a plan?”

"It depends on how much money you want to make." Schiller's voice became weaker and weaker. It was obvious that he had one foot in the dreamland, but he still insisted on speaking.

"What if I want to earn Stark Group back?"

Schiller sat up suddenly.

Crossing his hands in his lap, he looked at Stark with a smile and said, "Any specific requirements for the plan?"

"Aren't you sleepy?"

"I just had a good sleep. Come on, tell me your requirements and I'll send you the plan tonight."

It was already noon when Bai Guan left. Merkel asked Schiller to go downstairs to eat. Schiller was indeed a little hungry. He weighed the choice between eating and sleeping, and felt that he could not sleep if he was hungry, so he decided to go downstairs to eat.

As soon as he sat down at the dining table, his cell phone rang, and Gordon's voice came from the other side, "Something happened, Professor, turn on the TV, quickly."

Schiller didn't know, so Merkel had already pressed the button on the remote control. As soon as she turned to the news channel, a pair of pointed ears appeared in front of the screen.

What really surprised Schiller was that the image on the screen showed that the camera was set up inside a chemical plant. Above a huge chemical pool there was a long line of tied-up people with tape on their mouths, and some had guns in their pockets.

"Do you know who I am?" A deep and hoarse voice appeared on the screen. Only the shadow of a figure with long pointed ears was visible. Everyone watching the live broadcast on TV heard him say it.

"Another group of reckless people broke into my city. They must pay the price for this. Gotham is no one's playground. Remember, I am the night, I am vengeance, I am...Batman."

Schiller slapped him on the forehead.

"Batman?" Merkel raised her voice and shouted in disbelief.

"He's a shitty Batman." Schiller finally couldn't hold it in any longer.

(End of this chapter)