Chapter 3562 The Edge of Tomorrow (Eight)

The car drove to Schiller's own house. He arrived as soon as he arrived at the Mars Hunter Rong. Before he could ask, Schiller passed all the information in his mind.

"Damn it!" Rongen cursed, "How dare these damn bastards do this?!"

"I should have thought of it earlier," Schiller said. "Please live here for the next period of time and protect Barry's family. I have something else to do."

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Rongen nodded and said, "If there are still people who need protection, you can send them all over, and I promise they are fine."

"That would be better." Schiller nodded and said.

When he was killing someone before, blood was stained with his body. Schiller went back to wash up, then changed into a new set of clothes, and then said to Victor, who was at the door: "We have to go to Wayne Manor."

"Dare they dare to attack the people at Wayne Manor?"

"What's there to be afraid of? Selena and Elsa seem to be the best bullying targets. Although I think they can solve the problem by themselves, they obviously don't have enough experience in destroying corpses and traces. We have to help them."

When the car drove to the door of Wayne Manor, Schiller heard Selena's cursing voice from a distance.

Alfred opened the gate of the manor and asked nothing, leading them to the back garden. Sure enough, two male bodies were lying on the land of the back garden.

"These two bitches are raised, how dare they..." Selena said this, her sharp hearing made her notice Schiller's arrival. She turned around and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Schiller.

"It's just right, Professor. Someone wanted to attack us on my way home, but I killed me. But I don't know what to do with this thing - it's not in the East Side." Selena looked at the corpse on the ground with a little sadness.

Schiller walked over, turned the two of them first, looked at their teeth and fingers, and said, "Drug addicts and gangsters."

"It should be the one they hired," Victor said.

"Who do you think it is?"

"Aren't it those people on Diamond Street?"

"It may also be Brenniak." Schiller stood up and narrowed his eyes and said, "He is best at first creating a motivation for others, and then taking advantage of the situation to magnify the situation."

"Not to talk about this for now," Schiller continued, "Alfred, find two pieces of plastic cloth to wrap them up and put them in the trunk of my car. I'll solve it. Where is Elsa?"

"She went upstairs to do her homework. I know what you want to ask, she wouldn't be scared by such trivial things."

Schiller nodded, took the plastic sheet of the canopy from Alfred's hand, wrapped the two bodies, wrapped them with ropes, and put them in the trunk.

After getting in the car, Victor looked at the direction he drove and said, "You are going to your original manor?"

"Yes. There may be a lot of things to be processed lately. I'm going to go back and get a pot of pots."

"It was passing through the street where Allen's house was probably happening now, and the Gotham Police Department would definitely set up a checkpoint on that street."

“No big problem.”

Under the lights of the police car, the reflection of the blockade line is like a bright galaxy. The lights at the front and rear of the car are connected together. After being inspected, each car slowly drove past a group of policemen like a dead person.

When it was a Bentley's turn, the trunk did not open immediately. The police officer walked over and knocked on the window, and the window rolled down.

The young policeman took a light breath and reached out to touch the gun holster on his waist. But when he walked over to check the trunk, the old policeman who had seen the license plate came over and held his hand down.

"Good evening, Professor Schiller."

"Good evening. Can you let me pass?"

"Of course." The old policeman nodded, lit the guide light in his hand and waved to let go. As the car started, he smiled at Schiller and said, "Your glasses are a little dirty, Professor."

"I understand, thank you."

While driving, Schiller took off his glasses and handed them to Victor, who was in the co-pilot, and said, "Pull it out."

Victor took a tissue from the side. As soon as he covered the mirror, he saw a little blood red dyeing from the back of the tissue. He turned over the tissue and saw the blood stain stuck to the lens.

"No wonder the policeman wanted to pull out his gun just now." Victor said while wiping his glasses, "Can't you clean up more carefully?"

"If I don't keep this trace, who knows I've killed someone?"

"Did you see Gordon being too idle?"

"On the contrary, he may be very busy next time, so I left some clues to tell him that I did it and told him not to waste his energy on this."

"Why do you make the scene so bloody?" Victor couldn't help asking.

"Breniak is not afraid, but humans will. Especially those speculators who have been in office trading all year round, they have never seen such a bloody scene. After media reports, it should be enough to shock them."

"I'm afraid it's not that easy to give up." Victor sighed, "The interests make people crazy. Breniak has indeed had a very accurate understanding of human weaknesses. I'm afraid he will lose his footing this time."

"Barry didn't show up, but he didn't go home either. What do you think he's going to do?"

Victor frowned slightly. Schiller continued: "Although the Justice League is off work, it doesn't mean they have no backup plan. Brenniak will not succeed."

"I hope so," said Victor. "Fortunately, there are no superheroes in our family, otherwise I would have to clean up the warehouse at home and use them to place the living ice sculptures."

The car stopped in front of the manor gate. At this time, there was no one in the manor. Schiller entered the back garden, picked up the little devil's hexagonal potted plant, and put it in the trunk of the car.

The two of them returned to Gotham University. Schiller found a place in the woods next to him, gave Hexagon a midnight snack, and then moved him to the office.

After a busy schedule, Schiller finally sat down and rested for a while. Within two minutes, Shivana's phone call came.

"A friend asked me to ask if you know Bruce's whereabouts. After all, you are his doctoral supervisor. Of course, it's okay if you don't know, so I'll just ask."

"You ask him to come and ask me in person."

"It's still not." Shivana said quickly, "The people from the FBI side are quite short of people recently, and I'm afraid they don't have time to travel."

"Then don't let them investigate this matter anymore, otherwise they will be even short of people."

After hanging up the phone, Harley's phone call came again.

"Recently, people always ask me where this person is and where that person is. I'm almost annoyed! Are you really not going to show up in the Justice League?"

"They probably have other plans." Schiller said without hiding it from Halle, "Now no matter how they treat Brenniak, they are fooled by him. They are not so stupid. They know that there is a trap ahead, but they must jump inside."

"They may choose to solve the problem from another level. But I don't know what to do, and it has nothing to do with us."

"Okay." said Halle, "I'm going to transform a mansion on the east bank of the Gotham River into our base. When will you come and have a look?"

"Tomorrow."

"I know." Harley was helpless, but hung up the phone.

Schiller sat in front of the computer and thought, but soon turned on the computer and started reading emails. After reading a few papers, he felt that it was better to think about the solution to Brenniak.

When he had this idea, a green icon suddenly popped up below the computer screen, as if someone had sent him a message.

But none of Schiller's commonly used contact software is green. He thought it was a virus and there was no point, but the icon enlarged itself. Schiller then saw clearly that a green bald head was printed on the round icon.

"Hello, Breniak Intelligent Housekeeper System is dedicated to serving you. Professor, do you need any help from me?"

Schiller was speechless at the beating pixel drawing icon on the screen, and then he said, "You have to install software a little more like it. How do you know I am a professor?"

"This is not difficult for super artificial intelligence, professor. Your information is public online and anyone can find it. This is not a privacy violation."

Schiller originally wanted to unplug the power supply directly, but he glanced at the side and happened to see more than 2,000 unread emails on the email interface, and suddenly a flash of inspiration appeared.

"Well, my computer manager, I need you to do me a favor now," Schiller said.

"Please say, Professor. I'm happy to serve you."

"He helped me process the email in my email. Just reply to greetings casually; comment on the full article after reading the paper; look for errors in the paper, and reply to any modification opinions of no less than 150 words based on each error; compare the repetition rate across the network, and propose separate modification opinions for paragraphs with excessive repetition rates, and then give subsequent writing ideas and overall modification opinions."

"Okay, professor. Will you deal with it now?"

"Well, you can handle it, I'm going to go to bed."

Schiller was not kidding, he really went to bed. Because he didn't sleep much the night before yesterday, he urgently needed to make up for his sleep.

When he woke up, it was already 6 o'clock in the morning. As soon as he got up from bed, he heard his computer shouting in the office:

"All emails have been processed, Professor. Are you going to have a look?"

Schiller simply washed up and walked out to sit in front of the computer. At this moment, his cell phone screen lit up and Victor sent him a message.

That was a website link. Schiller clicked in and found that it was a software evaluation interface, which happened to be the green bald head he just saw.

"It's amazing! This is the best office software I've ever used, and he helped me get everything done! I finally have a full weekend to relax!"

"The shopping advice he gave perfectly solved my problem. The diapers were selected just the right size, the material was very good, and there was also a courier who delivered the goods to his door. I heard that the courier also used this software to navigate..."

"I really don't know how to describe it. He helped me complete my art homework for two weeks and did a pretty good job of painting. My art teacher gave a high evaluation. I thought artificial intelligence was not that good at art..."

"He helped me adjust the panel settings but couldn't adjust them for a long time. They were simply amazing!"

Schiller looked carefully at the comments and found that this was not a good review by the navy, but a lot of people used this software and posted real comments. The positive review rate was as high as 99%, and the remaining 1% was not supported by the hardware.

Soon, Victor sent him another message:

"I swear, I didn't agree to him help me debug the cryogenic warehouse data, but I woke up and all of them were done. Now Nora and I can finally take Billy on a hike."

Schiller looked up at the computer and the green bald head showed an eight-teeth smile and gave him a thumbs up.
Chapter completed!