Chapter 632 Schiller's Leisurely Vacation (Part 2)

"Professor Rodriguez, why are you here?" Arthur turned his head to look at Schiller's figure and asked in surprise.

"I came out for a walk after dinner, and then I heard you say you were going to save someone. Who were you going to save? Why didn't you call the police?" Schiller asked.

But Arthur suddenly showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, and said: "It's probably useless to call the police, because the person I want to save is far away..."

"How far?"

"More than 4,500 kilometers away."

Schiller looked at Arthur in surprise, and asked: "The person you want to save is on the west coast?"

That's right, the east-west width of the United States is almost more than 4,500 kilometers. If you calculate it in another direction, the data should not be exactly the width of the country.

"He is trapped on an island near California and seems to have been injured recently. I have to find a way to help him."

"But how do you know? Did he call you? If he called you, why didn't he call the police directly?"

Although Schiller knew that this must be the information Arthur got through communicating with the fish school, he had to let Arthur confess himself.

"I..." Arthur seemed to be at a loss for words. He looked back at the group of fish that were still waiting for him and said, "You may think I'm crazy, but I can hear fish talk. I've had this ability since I was a child." "The fish told me that someone was trapped on an island near California. They brought me news about that person one after another. I was preparing to save him, but I didn't expect him to be injured today." Before Schiller could say anything, Arthur waved his hand and said, "I know you may want to call the police to arrest me or send me to a mental hospital, but someone has already done this. The police The police will not arrest a man just because he says he can hear fish talk, unless they are crazy too. "

Schiller shook his head and said, "You don't have to worry. I am older than you and have seen many strange people and things. You are not special. I am more curious about how you plan to save him?"

"I plan to sail over. In fact, I am a good swimmer, but I am afraid he can't..."

"Don't tell me that you plan to go south through the Panama Canal, or go north through the Bering Strait, and then go around the west coast? Let's not talk about whether you can hold on. Are you sure your boat can hold on?" Schiller looked at Arthur and asked.

"But I have only dealt with the ocean. I have never even taken a train, and I don't know how to get to California." Arthur seemed a little confused. He had only seen such a long journey in movies, and they were movies that were specially shot for road trips.

The protagonists in such movies usually hitchhike casually, but Arthur felt that he did not have such a good eloquence, and with his image, he could easily be regarded as a highway robber.

Schiller sighed and said, "If it's true as you said, the person you want to save is injured and can't hold on for long, it's a matter of life and death, I can help."

Arthur looked at Schiller, his eyes full of expectation. Schiller shook his head and said, "The fastest way to California is to take a plane, but obviously, there is no airport in Blüdhaven, and the nearest airport is Gotham Airport."

"If we set out to drive to Gotham now, it should be night when we arrive in Gotham. You should have heard a lot of legends about Gotham late at night. Do you really dare to go?"

Schiller actually guessed that the unlucky guy who was trapped on an island near California mentioned by Arthur is likely to be Green Arrow. In the entire DC, Oliver Queen is the only one who got the script of being trapped on a deserted island and becoming Robinson Crusoe.

"No, I have to go. Actually... Actually, I heard about this news a few weeks ago, but I thought he could do it himself..." Arthur sighed and said, "If I had known, I should have found a way to go earlier. I can't just watch him die there, right?" "Every night, the fish school will bring me the latest news about him. He is a very strong and brave man who will never give up no matter what difficulties he encounters. I have heard his story of struggling to survive on the isolated island. I can't just watch him die..." Schiller turned around and walked towards Arthur's home, and Arthur caught up with him. Back in the house, before Arthur, who looked anxious, could speak, Schiller said, "Mr. Curry, we are back."

Old Curry, who was adding wood to the fireplace, took a look and said, "Oh, it's getting late now, professor. The guest room prepared for you is upstairs. You can go upstairs and rest at any time."

"Perhaps, I didn't tell you what I teach. I am a professor of psychology at Gotham University and also a psychologist."

"I saw Arthur standing outside looking at the sea, so I chatted with him. I found that he seemed to be eager for the outside world."

Old Curry After a pause, he seemed to understand what Schiller meant. He stood up and looked at Arthur. Arthur was no longer expressionless as before, but seemed a little moved. Old Curry sighed and said, "I told you a long time ago to go out and see the world, but you always said that you like the sea and don't want to leave. But you have to go out and see the world." Old Curry sighed, sat down on the sofa, and said, "Your mother died in a shipwreck. I was busy with my duties as a lighthouse keeper and neglected your teaching. You don't want to travel or go to school. You just want to stay here, Arthur, this is not good..."

Arthur's lips moved and he said: "I don't know why, but I just have a attachment to the sea. I feel a little scared when I think of going to a place without the sea."

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"That's just because you are unfamiliar with such a place. Maybe if you go and see it, you will have a different feeling?" Schiller looked at Arthur and said, he paused, and then said: "It just so happens that I have one in California. It’s an academic conference. In return for treating me to fish soup, I can take you around.”

Old Curry's eyes lit up when he heard about the academic conference. He has lived in this city all his life, and the word academic has never been associated with him.

In other words, no one in this city has anything to do with this word. This is just an inconspicuous small town on the east coast. Most people inherit their father's business from their fathers, and few even go to prestigious schools. , let alone anyone entering academia.

"You can think about your favorite major. If you are really talented in this area, I can ask someone to write you a letter of recommendation. Maybe you can also go to Metropolitan University or other east coast universities to study. "When Schiller finished speaking, old Curry's eyes began to shine.

This simple and gentle lighthouse keeper has the most simple thoughts. He hopes that his children can go to a good school, have a good job, and live a happy life, instead of being trapped in this city all their lives. Get on the fishing boat and do the hard and dangerous work of a fisherman.

Schiller did not treat Arthur particularly favorably, but he just took into account Arthur's future identity. In the future, he will be the Lord of the Seven Seas, the Master of Atlantis, and can be said to be the leader of all creatures in the ocean.

If he can live closer to normal people in the human world, then he will become like Clark, very close to humans, which will be beneficial to both parties.

It would be good to go to college with Clark, who is close to humans. The two of them should be able to talk to each other, at least they won't quarrel every day like Clark and Bruce when they stay together.

Arthur seemed a little flattered. He didn't expect that he would be praised by a university professor. When he was in high school, if he could get a recommendation letter from a well-known university professor, all the teachers in the high school would call him a genius. .

"Of course, of course you can do that, Arthur, quickly... thank the professor quickly!"

Before Arthur could speak, Schiller lowered his head and glanced at his watch and said, "I'm afraid we have to leave now. This is an impromptu meeting. In order to discuss a major research result that was just discovered, I have to drive to Gotham now. Airport, then catch your flight, and pack your bags if you’re coming.”

Before Arthur could express his position, Old Curry immediately rushed him upstairs and said, "Of course you have to go. I don't know what the climate is like in California. Will it be hotter than here? Then what about the few coins I bought for you?" A T-shirt will come in handy, and by the way, you should also bring antiperspirant lotion..."

Soon, Arthur's luggage was packed. He didn't bring much, he only brought a change of clothes and some daily necessities. Schiller walked with him to the place where he parked before, and the two got in the car. Afterwards, Arthur asked: "Can I still buy plane tickets now?"

Schiller lowered his head and glanced at his watch. It was now past 9 p.m. In the 21st century, booking tickets at night would not be a problem, but it was different now. It was 1989, and airlines still used on-site ticketing or ticketing. Book tickets by phone.

In other words, if you want to book the nearest flight ticket now, you have to either go to the counter or make a phone call. However, after 9:00 pm, both the counter and the telephone customer service are closed. Therefore, if you do not use some of the It would be difficult for Ding to get votes if he had the privileges of rich people.

"It doesn't matter," Schiller replied: "I happen to know a pilot friend who is on call 24/7."

"Pilot? But where can we find a plane?" Arthur asked again.

Half an hour later, in the square of Wayne Manor, Arthur looked at the Bat Fighter, which could hardly be called an airplane, and opened his mouth in shock.

"This is an obsolete model, otherwise I wouldn't lend it to you." After changing his clothes, Batman, who was just about to go out to seek justice, looked at Schiller and said, "Because you found an unreliable pilot. "

After saying that, he turned his head to Hal who was standing next to him. Hal was still sleepy. He was dragged up from the bed by Schiller and was still on the edge of being half asleep.

Schiller poked him hard with his umbrella and said, "Wake up, you're going to fly a plane."

Hal suddenly woke up, sighed and said, "What do you think? Suddenly you have to fly across the entire United States to California in the middle of the night?"

"Of course it's because my annual vacation is still a long time away, and I plan to change places to see the scenery."

Schiller was telling the truth. Originally, his annual leave was only 18 days, and more than half of it was taken up, so his travel could only be arranged in nearby cities. But now, he has almost a month of annual leave, so Why not take a walk further away? He hasn't traveled to the United States yet.

Finally, the black Bat fighter slowly lifted into the sky, and then disappeared into the night like a shooting star.