In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 926: Deep in fog and rain (1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

As the night's strong wind gradually subsided, the dark clouds that had shrouded Gotham all year round actually dissipated a little. The next day was a rare good weather in Gotham, but it was a little misty.

Schiller got up early in the morning, put on his leather boots, picked up a gardening shovel, and came to the garden downstairs.

Merkel was in the tool room next to her, picked up the pot for boiling milk, poured the milk into the pot, took the milk pot and tea bags, and came under the oak tree in the garden, Schiller was sorting out yesterday water pipes.

Merkel sprinkled a handful of tea leaves into the cup, then poured the steaming milk into the cup, the white mist rose and the aroma of English milk tea wafted away.

Schiller took the small cup that could only fit one finger in the handle. He shook his head and said, "I really don't know that I can drink milk tea in the morning. Is there no raw material for coffee in the manor?"

After finishing speaking, he took a sip of English milk tea, which tasted really good, not too sweet, and the taste of tea leaves was more obvious, which Schiller, who didn't like milk, could barely accept. Merkel shook her head and said: "No, sir, the ingredients for the coffee and the coffee machine are all ready, it's just that the weather reminds me of my hometown."

"The UK is always rainy and cloudy like this. On the farm owned by my family, after a strong wind, the weather will be clearer and everyone will get up early."

"At this time, the workers on the farm will go to the neighbor's house to buy freshly milked milk. To be honest, the taste is much better than what we drink now..."

Schiller took another sip of milk tea, and Merkel also made himself a cup. The two finished drinking the milk tea under the oak tree. , these tasks can only be done by ourselves, first clean up the broken canopy this morning, rinse the garden with a hose later, and dig out the dead plants tomorrow"

Merkel went back to change his shoes, and Schiller rested his hands on the gardening shovel, looked at the messy garden, and sighed, but after a while, he picked up the shovel and began to push the rain that had been inserted into the soil. Shed supports dug out.

After a while, Merkel came over again. Schiller glanced at the leather shoes on his feet and said, "What's the matter? Where are the rain boots you wore last night?"

Merkel shook her head and said to Schiller: "Sir, there is a call, it seems to be from Mr. Wayne..."

Schiller frowned, and Merkel took the shovel in his hand. When Schiller walked to the door, he stomped on the carpet to shake off the dirt, walked through the front hall, and came to After the hall, picked up the phone receiver from the side table.

"Hello? What's the matter? You've only been away for a few hours, why... What did you say? The building in the East District collapsed, so didn't you go to rescue the disaster?"

"Really? That's a good thing. Children actively participate in disaster relief work, which can exercise their abilities, isn't it?"

"Yes, I know, but even a small matter like delivering food can get a lot of people involved. Coppert did a good job this time... What did you say? Someone got hurt?"

"How did the children get hurt? Aren't they going to deliver things?...The mental patient suddenly went crazy? Who was injured? Don't tell me it's...Okay, I get it, I'll go there right away."

Schiller put down the phone and walked quickly towards the stairs. Merkel who had just entered caught up with him and asked, "What's the matter? Where are you going?"

"Help me prepare a coat. I'm going to the first phase of the renovation project, which is the first building of the demonstration area. One of my students was injured. He was attacked by a mental patient who suddenly went crazy. I have to go and see What's going on."

"Oh, by the way, call Brand and ask him to come over too, maybe he needs his help in pathological analysis."

Merkel nodded, and immediately went to find a coat. Schiller went upstairs, changed the overalls he was going to use for work, put on his formal suit again, tied his tie, and went downstairs while receiving the coat from Merkel. Windbreaker jacket.

"Dr. Bland said that he is now in the hospital. Mr. Wayne invited him to attend the consultation. The driver has already arrived at the door and put the umbrella on the back seat for you..." j.

Schiller nodded and walked out the door quickly. After getting into the car, he frowned while holding an umbrella and looked out the car window.

Today is a rare good weather in Gotham, but the sun is not bright, but the sky is brighter than usual. Feelings of oppressive darkness as ever.

The difference is that the air is filled with mist, and the humidity is higher than before. Taking a breath, it cools from the nasal cavity to the lung lobes.

On the street, puddles formed one after another. Most of the puddles were covered with golden yellow leaves that were blown down last night. It's like a bowl of hot soup.

Occasionally, a bicycle bell rings on the opposite street, and in some unrenovated blocks, newsboys roar past in groups. Schiller looks at the newspapers in their hands and asks: "Mr. Driver, do you have any newspapers?" ? Is there any big news today?"

"The driver is very old and an authentic local, he lightly tugged on the glove on his hand, and then said: The k4 newspaper is in the door drawer on your left side, but you'd better not pick it up , the weather is relatively humid, and the ink is not dry yet, so it may get on your hands.”

Schiller stopped stretching out his hand, and he heard the driver continue to say: "If you want to talk about today's news, of course it is the collapse of the building on the other side of the street..."

"A gentleman like you may have never been to such a street. The houses there are not the same as your manor. They were not built in one go. They were all occupied by people and added temporarily."

"This kind of house is not very reliable. The strong typhoon last night caused the building on the far side to collapse. It was the only building that collapsed, but the houses there were too dense, and the building collapsed. They were not very stable, so six houses collapsed in a row..."

"How about the casualties?" Schiller asked, frowning.

"The buildings there are not too high, unlike the city center, which often have thirty or forty floors. Of the six buildings that collapsed, the tallest is only six floors. In addition, the materials used are not very solid, but they are not smashed. Dead, but a few were seriously injured, and were taken away by the ambulance sent by the Wayne Group."

"I heard that the gangsters participated in the disaster relief, and the children in the reconstruction demonstration area also went?" Schiller asked.

"Of course gangsters have to participate in disaster relief." The driver stretched out his hand and honked the horn to signal the car in front to hurry up. This time, the rich man Wayne also participated in it, and the efficiency is much higher."

"As for the group of children, they did a good job, but I heard that there seemed to be some conflicts there. people."

"The gangsters who have worked all day and are still hungry are very angry. There was a conflict between the two parties. As for the children..." The driver shook his head and said, "They shouldn't get involved. The little **** is the best at escaping."

"In the middle of gang fights with real guns and live ammunition, they all ran very fast. This time the fight only punched their fists, and they would not be able to escape for no reason."

Schiller nodded, but his frown did not loosen. If Jason was injured in the fight as Bruce said, the situation must be much more serious than what the driver said.

First of all, Jason is the king of children. Once a fight breaks out, the children under him will protect him, because he is the leader and their brains. This is their instinct to safeguard the interests of the group. Jason is not so easily attacked. attack to. j.

In addition, Jason is pretty good at fighting. Although he is definitely not as good as the talented Batman and Dick, who is naturally good at sports, he is still considered a good fighter among ordinary children. He shouldn't bear the brunt of being beaten and injured.

Even if he can't beat him, Jason is not the kind of person who is determined not to run away. Just like what the driver said, if the kids in Gotham can survive, they are all top-notch in escaping.

After all, when the gangsters merged, they would not be notified specifically. As soon as the gunshots fired, these children disappeared in a flash. This was their ability to survive in Gotham.

Thinking like this, Schiller got out of the car and made a phone call outside the door of Building No. 1. After a while, Coppert came down. As soon as we met, Schiller noticed that his face was a bit uncomfortable Okay, so he asked: "What happened? Your face looks a little too serious..."

Coppert shook his head, didn't say anything, but led Schiller up the elevator to the 15th floor where Jason lived.

Pushing open the door, Schiller saw several children surrounding Jason who was lying on the bed. Coppert waved his hand, and they walked out reluctantly. In some narrow rooms, Schiller Walking to the head of the bed and looking at Jason, he found that his complexion was even worse.

Schiller looked around, Cobbot immediately understood what he meant, went out, and after a while, brought back a chair, and Schiller sat on the head of the bed, reached out and touched Jason's forehead.

"He's running a fever, no antipyretics?" Schiller asked.

"Yes. And it was given to him two hours ago, which is already the maximum dose he can take for his weight." Coppert said with some concern, he could tell that Schiller valued Jason very much .

Not only Schiller, Coppert himself also values ​​Jason, thinking he will be his right-hand man to lead the new order) But now, Jason's situation is not optimistic~IndoMTL.com~ I also grew up in the Eastern District Coppert knew that once the medicine was gone, the situation had reached a critical point.

Schiller frowned deeply, he said: "I heard that he was injured, where is the injury?"

Coppert stepped forward and took one of Jason's arms out of the quilt. Schiller rolled up his sleeves and saw three deep wounds on his forearm, which looked like they had been nailed scratched.

At this moment, Tire pushed the door open and came in, he said: "How is it, is Jason better? ... Oh, you are here, Boss Coppert, my God, and Professor Schiller, you finally Here we come..."

Tire showed a guilty expression and said: "Please save Jason quickly, all this is my fault, Jason was injured only to protect me!"

Schiller didn't mean to blame him, but turned to look at him and said: "What's going on? Aren't you just going to deliver some food? How could you fight with others?"

The tire stomped its feet angrily, and said, "It's not our fault, it's all the lunatics... Maybe they can't be blamed either. If you want to blame it, you can blame the typhoon."

"The typhoon last night was a huge storm that Gotham has never encountered in more than ten years. In the broken fish basket street where I live, six houses collapsed and injured many people. Disaster relief."

"I know all these things, let's talk about the next thing."

Perhaps it was Schiller's calm tone that calmed the anxious tires. He took a deep breath, sorted out his thoughts, and then began to narrate:

"Last night, when Boss Cobbot told us that we were going to deliver meals, Jason proposed to cook by himself and we all agreed with this proposal, so all the children hurriedly started preparations..." j.