Chapter 2345 Gotham Music Festival (Part 77)

Chapter 2338 Gotham Music Festival (seventy-seven)

There was another long silence on the other side, which even began to make Oliver wonder if there were any unique rules for renting a house in Gotham. But Schiller forgot to tell him, was there a code waiting for him on the other side?

"602 Pedro Street, interview."

After the other party said this, he hung up the phone, leaving Oliver even more confused.

But he didn't have anything else to worry about. If the other party was just an ordinary black agent trying to trick him into robbing him, then he wouldn't be easy to mess with. And there were almost no FBI agents in the city, so he didn't have to worry. caught.

Oliver started the car and set off immediately. Schiller, who was 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 went to bed, there was an urgent knock on the door. As soon as Schiller opened the door, Hallie rushed in.

Schiller was almost knocked over by her and staggered. After regaining his balance, he found that Harley was holding several small balls of different colors in her hand.

Noticing that Schiller's gaze had shifted to her hands, Halle was extremely proud of herself. She put one hand on her hip and raised the other hand high. She held the small balls in her hand and dangled them towards Schiller.

"What is this?" Schiller asked.

"Of course it's your favorite money!" Hallie looked at Schiller and said, "Don't look at it with such an expression. Let me introduce it."

Harley slapped her chest and said, "The first batch of sinner hunters are also the hunters with the largest number of kills and the best soul quality so far, and they are also ranked first in the overall ranking!"

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

"When I was studying at Karma Taj, Professor Strange told me that your daily routine is not healthy like that of a normal human being. If I guess correctly, you just stayed up all night and are now very sleepy."

Schiller finally relaxed completely. He sat down on the bed, but felt the restraint of the suit. He shook his head and said, "I'm going to change into my pajamas first. You wait for me for a while."

Harley grabbed his sleeve and said, "Don't worry, what I want to say is very simple. It's not too late for you to change clothes after I finish."

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

Schiller frowned slightly, and then he remembered that Hallie was referring to the two corpses with their heads 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 each have their own way of making sacrifices. The one I am going to trade requires placing the head in the center of the magic circle and using magic. The array is placed under the headless corpse, allowing the blood to soak into the array so that the soul can be extracted smoothly."

Harley cleared her throat and said, "Please help me tell the professor that I have strongly protested against this unsightly way of committing murder, but they refused to change. I can only do this, and I don't mean to pollute you." of the eyes and brain.”

Harley shook her head irritably, threw her hair back and said, "That's not the point. If you don't tell me the secret code, I went through almost all the newspapers you used before I found these two who accidentally revealed it." A fool for his own information.”

"But this is too slow. I spent a lot of time deciphering the case number. Reading the GGs one after another gave me a headache, so can we discuss it and give me a list directly?"

"What are you anxious about?" 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 city of treasures in the magical world. As far as I know, The surviving magicians all over the world are approaching here. If I don't take full advantage of my local first-mover advantage, I will never have the chance to grab such high-quality souls."

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

"Then what should I do?" Harley said with a downcast face, "Isn't this the pattern you set? You clearly know that this is not good for young people, and I still have to go to school and do my homework."

Schiller waved his hand and said: "You are the one who is stupid. We welcome tourists, because tourists come here to spend money at their own expense, and those magicians want to come here and turn the sinners here into their own resources. This is Will you let them get their wish if they are blatantly trying to steal money?”

"But I can't beat those magicians." Harley sighed and said: "The age discrimination in the occult community here is very serious. The body has not developed to the prime of life, and the magical power it can carry is very limited. They all have special skills. , a sneak attack may not be successful.”

Schiller covered his forehead helplessly and said, "You just said that you have the advantage of being a local. So 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 have to have food and shelter, and they can't rely solely on teleportation when traveling for long periods of time. They have to get a car. Unlike you, they know there is a secret code and want to lock it down." The target also has to rely on asking for information."

Harry suddenly understood, patted his thigh and said, "I just said Black Island doesn't seem to be Bruce's idea. You really live up to your name."

Then she started counting with her fingers how many houses she had in various commercial districts and urban areas, and how many of them she would need to buy an island, and build a gold-selling cave like Black Island.

Schiller pointed at the door, and Harry ran out quickly. Before going out, he was still lying on the door frame. He poked his head in and said, "Thank you, doctor. In fact, I have a better idea. You will see it soon." ”

Schiller sighed softly and walked back to the room to change into pajamas. As soon as he came back, he saw a silvery white figure by the window, which was a white jar.

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 there's nothing else, you can go out quickly, I'm going to sleep."

There was a hint of subtle awkwardness and embarrassment on Stark's face, which usually would not appear on Bai Can's face, because he had no shame at all.

So usually when he shows this kind of emotion, it proves that the matter must be related to Pepper. Usually, Schiller can definitely understand this fleeting emotion when he is awake, but now he is terribly sleepy. Nothing could be seen clearly.

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

Schiller sat on the edge of the bed and nodded, leaned back on the pillow and closed his eyes, but he was soon woken up by Stark. Stark said: "Don't fall asleep yet. Listen to me. I will too." Do you have any good ideas for building an island like this?”

Before Schiller could speak, Stark said: "Pepper called me just now. Of course we didn't talk about anything. It's impossible to treat the previous conflicts as never happening, but will she take the initiative to call me? It surprised me.”

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

Stark finally couldn't hide his embarrassment, and Schiller said: "Don't be embarrassed first. What's even more embarrassing is that you pretended to be a hero and let the Stark Group out, resulting in you being penniless now. Return to your original position." The universe cannot show up in an official capacity and has become a poor black man."

"Who are you calling the poor gangster?!" Stark raised his voice.

"And now that you can't even see the parents you miss so much, you must have learned about their return from another Stark. Howard will definitely be very disappointed with you, because you are not even as good as his most miserable It’s a good time.”

"Schiller!!!"

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

"It's just scraps." Schiller muttered with his eyes closed: "Whoever made that arrogant student complain about the lack of money every day when he came to the tower, I gave him a plan at a preferential price."

“How much does a plan cost?”

"It depends on how much money you want to earn." Schiller's voice became weaker and weaker, and he was obviously half asleep, but he still insisted.

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

Schiller suddenly sat up.

Crossing his hands on his lap, he looked at Stark with a smile and said, "Do you have any specific requirements for the plan?"

"Are you not sleepy anymore?"

"I just slept well. Come on, tell me your requirements. The plan will be sent to you tonight."

It was already noon when Bai Can left. Merkel asked Schiller to go downstairs to eat. Schiller was indeed a little hungry. He weighed between eating and sleeping. He felt that he couldn't sleep even 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's 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, with a large number of people tied up above a huge chemical tank, with tape on their mouths and some with pockets. There's a gun in there too.

"Do you know who I am?" A low and hoarse voice appeared on the screen. The figure with long pointed ears only showed his shadow. Everyone who saw the live TV heard him say.

"Another group of daredevils broke into my city, and they must pay the price. Gotham is no one's playground. Remember, I am the night, I am revenge, I am... Batman."

Schiller slapped him on the forehead.

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

"He's a piece of shit Batman." Schiller finally couldn't stand it any longer.