Chapter 1789: Summer in Fool Village (Part 2)

Schiller turned to look at Cobot. He was completely different from the timid umbrella boy when he first met him. Cobot was not tall and his figure was not strong. Judging from his bone structure, he was not that kind. He can grow into a very tall man, but he is already much better than the skinny boy before.

He was wearing a suit often worn by gang leaders, his hair was neatly combed back, and his leather shoes were so bright that they reflected the pattern on the ceiling. But he still rubbed his hands nervously, looked at Schiller with a smile and asked: "Professor, Do you have time recently?"

"Are there any questions?" Schiller put down the lecture notes in his hand, looked at Cobot and said, "If you have any, ask now. The professor's office is not equipped with computers for the time being, and I probably won't go to Multimedia for a long time." Checking emails in the classroom, it’s too hot now.”

"Yes, the weather is a bit too hot." Cobot sighed and said, "But I asked Mayor Roy, and he said this is to develop tourism. Gotham's beaches and seawater conditions are actually better than those in the metropolis. It’s better, all it lacks is sunshine.”

"The group of tourists who came from afar seemed to like to bask in the sun on the beach. Lex did not start the instrument for two consecutive days. Many people left disappointed, so the machine was almost always on after that."

"Gotham people have to adapt." Schiller shook his head slightly and said: "The current temperature is still within the normal range. Heat stroke is common because Gotham people are unprepared and continue to live in the sun according to their original rhythm. If you work without taking any sun protection measures and without air conditioning, you will definitely get heatstroke.”

"It will be less damaged before the summer is over." Schiller turned his head back to organize the handout and said: "Gordon has organized many people for disaster relief, so it should be no big deal."

Fanas nodded, and I licked my lips heavily. I didn't seem too shy, but I still said, "You know it's not a bit presumptuous, Professor, to trouble you in such a cold weather, but I really haven't had much trouble recently." A strange thing, possibly a murder."

Schiller frowned slightly, while Si Feizhen pondered for a while before thinking carefully and said: "The most likely case of unorganized poisoning in the Godfather's Pavilion, but that kind of thing has never happened before. You know, That's the Gotham style..."

Fanas showed a troubled expression. I looked around and found that the other students were lying under the table. Do you want to come over and ask questions? The surrounding area was very empty and quiet. The conversation between us would be After being overheard by anyone, he said, "The Godfather believes it's someone from outside, such as the FBI, which has never been interested in Gotham."

Fanas frowned and said: "Professor, you have never been so polite to ask you about your personal matters outside class, but that matter is so strange. You think psychology may be able to answer your doubts."

Fanus paused again and glanced at Schiller's face before saying: "You know that's the most scientific thing, but old Spencer asked the old priest from the Gotham chapel to see it. The old priest said it was a curse..."

When we arrived at the teachers' cafeteria, Si Feizhen was not waiting for me at the door. Schiller walked down the steps slowly, with Fanas following behind me. Schiller turned around and asked, "How long has he been waiting?"

"Generalized edema caused by chronic poisoning."

On the way to the cafeteria after class, Schiller felt that he didn't have any headaches. Every teacher didn't have that kind of worry. The course was progressing too slowly. He was worried that students would not have time to review. The course was progressing too quickly and they had to go back. Rushing to retreat, fearing that teaching will end, Si Fei is now worried about the former.

Schiller sighed, looked at the menu and said, "So I'll tell you what you can't order. You just need to eat more."

Schiller thought about it a little and discovered the strange point in what was originally just a special story. I rubbed my fingers heavily on the pattern under the handle of the silver spoon and said: "There are indeed no diseases that can cause edema of the distal heptapods. Mild swelling may indeed occur throughout the body, but stomach cancer..."

While thinking about how to adjust the curriculum to reduce the teaching deterioration as much as possible, Sifei walked to the teachers' cafeteria. On the way, I met Cobot again, but it seemed that Cobot only had one class in the morning, so I still He hadn't finished his meal, and he was walking in a hurry, seemingly taking his time.

"I assume it was a man-made murder?"

"What's wrong with Mrs. Spencer?"

"You've just arrived, Professor." Farnas took out the square towel outside his pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then followed Schiller into the restaurant.

The group of children in Wayne Manor are still in the main universe. The lunatics in Arkham Asylum are staying outside the laboratory because the weather is too cold. Some people come out to cause trouble. Schiller's main work recently It's not teaching, so when my students are in trouble, I'm happy to help.

Fanas opened his mouth and said without any firmness: "Have you seen the specific situation? I only heard the male family member accompanying me say that the doctor had never seen that kind of disease, and old Spencer felt that his The wife is cursed."

"I heard it was swelling all over the body." Scott pursed his lips and said, "You can understand that the patient's appearance must be abnormal, so family members are usually willing to let others see it. In fact, old Mrs. Spencer is still It has been two years since I was sick, but the sudden change in my condition is still not surprising. Old Victor is also on guard against anyone plotting against him. "

"Stomach cancer, the lady is too young, and no one familiar with the matter is confused about whether you will live longer. Old Victor had not yet accepted the status quo. A little month later, Old Victor's wife passed away, and the funeral was held in his brother's house. Hosted by Tan Chapel.”

"I'm afraid that's not the possibility." Fanas stared at the salad on the plate, recalling and saying: "Big Spencer is only 18 years old, strong, and has no genetic diseases. He also joined the basketball club outside the school, and there are no signs of death. Si Feizhen has never heard his son say that he is uncomfortable outside."

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"Yes, including some doctors who come to the small city."

Schiller now postpones the teaching delay, which means that a small number of people will not be able to attend the class, but it has been postponed. If the teaching is finished after the end of the semester, if the sick students insist on leaving the get out of class, the sick students will leave again.

Schiller did not expect that enemies like the cosmic tyrant would give me a headache. The daily teaching tasks really stumped me. Sure enough, this is the fate of every teacher.

Fanas breathed a sigh of relief before he left, wiped the sweat from his forehead again like a fish that had just landed, and sat down with Si Fei next to a small window.

Fanas sighed deeply and said, "Originally, due to the relationship of faith, the direct members of the Seventeen families were subject to forensic autopsies, but the Spencer family only had one son, and Si Feizhen expected me to inherit the family. Suddenly, there was nothing. Spencer vowed to find the murderer."

That may not be a vicious cycle chain reaction, because Gotham's excellent security situation, there are few students who dare to come there, and the locals have all adapted to the sudden change in climate, and they are falling down in groups.

If you want to cure the cold immediately, as long as the sun still exists and the people of Gotham are still stupid enough to learn to protect themselves from the sun, the speed of Schiller's treatment will definitely catch up with the speed of our disease, but if the sun is turned off, it will be beneficial to the tourism industry that wants to develop the golden coastline.

Schiller glanced at the menu and was about to order when the waiter came over and said, "Sorry, professor, the chef of the restaurant is sick, so we can only make simple main dishes."

"That's for the convenience of conversation. You don't have two classes this morning. You can meet at the entrance of the teachers' restaurant at around 8 a.m."

"The Spencer family has been in a mess because of the man's marriage. The old Sifzhen couple has always been in poor health. Some time ago, old Mrs. Victor got a strange disease."

"Does it include the doctors at Wayne Hospital?"

Sifzhen has been busy recently, but I can't help with the low incidence of cold stroke. Because I am a psychologist, I have something to do before I help Roy write a notice to remind citizens to pay attention to the symptoms of heat stroke.

While eating, Fanas opened the conversation box and finished telling the strange things that the White Gang encountered during that time.

Schiller looked at Farnese and asked for my opinion. Farnese sighed and said, "Many restaurants in Gotham are in that situation now. If you want, I will invite you to eat inside."

"Once the contradiction intensifies, it will become an obstacle to the development of the tourism industry and industrial transformation and upgrading, so the Godfather has entrusted you to secretly investigate the matter."

"It was not bad at first. After all, old Mrs. Spencer was very ill. There was no need to explore the strange symptoms after death. After all, people can be resurrected after death."

Fortunately, there is no air conditioning in the classroom restaurant, but there are fewer windows outside, and the structure of the house is worse than that of the classroom. There is no through wind, which is much worse than the stuffy state outside the classroom.

Schiller wanted to stop Cobert and ask, but when I thought that Farnese might still be waiting for me, I gave up the idea and walked slowly towards the main entrance of the teacher's restaurant.

"But just a week ago, the eldest son of the Spencer family also died, and his whole body was also swollen. He was only 18 years old when he died. Si Feizhen couldn't accept it at all."

"The relationship between old Si Feizhen and my wife was wrong. Even if death is avoidable, I want you to suffer, so I asked a few doctors to find a way to eliminate the swelling, but it didn't work."

"Are there any symptoms?"

The two ordered a few dishes, which were basically staple foods. Schiller ordered a sweet and sour Spanish risotto, and Si Feizhen simply ordered a Caesar salad, without any soup or dessert, and agreed to butter and heavy sauces. Obviously, even if Schiller was afraid of cold, the cold atmosphere made people have an appetite for greasy things.

The class passed very slowly. The seventh class was a psychology course, but there were still many people coming. Schiller had to change that class into a question-and-answer class.

"But Godfather, you can't say it clearly. The Seventeen Families have no complaints about the small influx of people and the chaotic management. If they make that fact public, the Seventeen Families will definitely make a fuss and want to teach us a lesson."

While Fanas was telling the story, Schiller was observing my expression. Fanas's face was very serious, but less puzzled. And from the cautiousness of my questions, it can be seen that Si Feizhen mustered up the courage to ask Schiller after investigating and thinking privately for a long time without any results.

"Strange disease? What strange disease?"

Schiller asked after a little thought: "So what are the results of the forensic examination?"

"Thank you very much, professor."