Chapter 1247: The Farm of Justice (Twenty-Nine)

The FBI West Coast Academy was not established in recent years. In the 1960s, the Cold War reached its climax, and the counter-infiltration work of both sides became more and more extreme. Against this background, the FBI established more than 20 institutions in 14 states. A student training academy.

However, in the following ten years, this behavior was accused of not having much effect. On the contrary, the more dispersed it was, the easier it was to be penetrated. Therefore, most of the academies have been transformed into specialized technical training schools and local police academies. However, West Coast College was preserved due to its exceptional location and was recently re-opened.

In the past few years, the FBI has been expanding its recruitment and there is no shortage of students. Just after the West Coast Academy was resumed, more than 300 active agents and more than 600 students have entered the academy.

Because the college was established relatively early, its geographical location is not remote. To the east is the Tourist Pier Park, the largest park in Coast City, and to the south is the school gathering area headed by Coast City University.

The building area of ​​the college is not large, but it is blocked by layers of woods around it, making it difficult to see the whole thing. The internal facilities are almost the same as those of the Beach City University, so it is difficult to tell that it is an agent training school.

The wide lecture theater generally has a fan-shaped structure. In the area about 120 degrees in front, dozens of rows of seats spread upward, and in the middle is a circular area with a long arc-shaped podium.

There was no blackboard behind, but there was a projector. The projection was larger than a movie screen, and what made people feel a little frightened was that corpses and blood occupied the main position of the screen.

The figure of the professor in the black suit looked a little small against the background of the picture, and a low but clear voice came from behind the podium.

"The psychological profiling of criminals can not only be used as an important basis for inferring the logic of their crimes, but also facilitate subsequent arrests..."

Schiller was pacing back and forth in front of the podium. The seats in the lecture theater were densely packed with students. Everyone was listening attentively to the professor's analysis. At this time, a Latino man in the middle raised his hand.

Schiller stood there and nodded to him, and the boy said: "Professor, I understand psychological profiling. It can infer the murderer's previous murder methods, but how does that facilitate the subsequent arrest?"

"When talking about this, we must talk about the relationship between psychological activities and personality. Generally speaking, a person's personality determines what he will think and do when he encounters certain things, which is what I mentioned before. Mental habits and behavioral habits..."

"Since he has committed murder with such a mentality and behavior before, he will not change his habits in a short period of time. Psychological testing can naturally infer what kind of actions he will take after committing the crime. We have to take measures to avoid punishment, so we have to target this habit..."

The classroom was very quiet, except for the sound of Schiller's lecture, and the sound of taking notes. At this time, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, which seemed particularly harsh.

Two people wearing agent uniforms came in. Schiller took two steps back and turned to look at them. The agent stepped forward and whispered in Schiller's ear: "Ms. Waller called, please pick it up." Telephone."

"I'm giving a lecture, is she anxious?"

"She asks you to go now."

Schiller sighed, turned back and pointed at the students in the first row and said: "Miss, please help me pass the instructions on the podium. You can read what is going to be said next. I am very worried. Come back soon."

After saying that, Schiller followed the agent and left. In the communications room, the phone kept ringing. After Schiller picked up the receiver, Amanda's slightly anxious voice came from there:

"Professor, bad news. Director Free praised the teaching level of West Coast College and recommended a professor to participate in the teaching of West Coast College. He said that he would contribute to the education of new blood."

"He wanted to get his people in. Director Free arranged this matter quietly. They should have arrived by now, and I can't stop him."

"Amanda." Schiller interrupted her by calling Amanda's name, and then said: "Your stupidity surpassed my understanding. You knew that the right-wing group bombed the World Trade Center just to let people down. Louis Free came to power, and you actually just waited and asked him to send people here safely? "

"I...wait, they're not right-wing!"

"They are the right wing and you are the far right."

Amanda took a deep breath and said: "I'm sorry, Professor, but I can't go back to the headquarters at all now, and I'm here to tell you now because Davis tried to attack that mysterious professor, but it didn't work at all, so We reasoned that he might be a difficult person to deal with."

"What class does he teach?"

"Modern History."

Schiller's frowning eyebrows relaxed, and he confirmed again: "It's not physics, chemistry, biology, medicine or other subjects?"

"No, they don't teach this in agent training school."

"How many doctorates does he have?"

"We did not find his educational background in the education system."

Schiller's heart slowly relaxed, but he said: "It seems that he is not from Gotham...Okay, leave it to me, you should find a way to escape from Denver quickly, and don't refresh my understanding of the word stupid. ”

Just as he was about to put down the phone, Schiller seemed to remember something again and asked, "What's his name?"

"Albert Swann."

Soon, Schiller met Professor Swan at West Coast College. He had short flaxen hair, drooped eyes, thin lips, not outstanding appearance, and no unique temperament. Very ordinary.

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If I have to talk about characteristics, when staring at others with eyes that are pressed under the eyebrows, it always makes people feel too focused, even a little paranoid.

Schiller knew that Albert Swann was the famous villain "Reverse Flash" in the Flash series, also known as "Professor Speed". He should be the one who brought Thomas Wayne into this world, but it seems that, Thomas is not the only victim of this traffic accident that travels through the universe, Swann is also stranded here.

Compared with other villains, Professor Zoom has a very unique setting, that is, he is actually a person from the future of the 25th century. When studying past history, he had a great influence on the former superhero Flash Barry Allen. Interested, he began to investigate the Speed ​​Force.

He is The Flash's number one fan, but he is also his number one enemy. He once used the Speed ​​Force to travel back in time and brutally killed Barry's mother.

Unlike the Flash, Professor Speed ​​controls the Negative Speed ​​Force, which can block the connection between Speed ​​Force users and the Speed ​​Force, contaminate the Speed ​​Force, and can also be used to hypnotize or control others.

Schiller shook hands with Swann, and he could clearly feel that Swann's attention was not on him.

But if we extrapolate from logic, FBI Director Freeh learned that the chief lecturer of psychology at the newly opened West Coast College is very likely to be a KGB, then based on his McCarthyist behavioral logic, he will definitely choose to target Schiller .

At this juncture, the first target of the person he inserted must be Schiller, but Swann showed no interest in Schiller. In other words, his cooperative relationship with Free was not reliable at all. He might have something else. Pictured.

At this point, Schiller had already made some guesses, but he did not take any action. He just pretended not to know anything, but secretly observed Swann's behavior.

In the afternoon of the next day, Schiller's psychology class was followed by Swann's modern history class. The course system and class structure of West Coast College were similar to those of universities. After one professor finished teaching three classes, another The professor then teaches other classes.

While Schiller was evacuating the classroom with three classes of students, he passed by a young man.

But after walking over, Schiller frowned. He knew very well that he had seen all the students and staff in this college and remembered their faces, but this young man was not among them.

After returning to the office, Schiller pretended to be unintentional and asked the faculty: "Are there any new students who have transferred recently?"

"Transferred students?" The faculty teacher looked back at Schiller, smiled and said, "Professor, this is not an ordinary university. Even if it looks similar to the university you worked at before, the nature is completely different."

"After all, we are here to train agents, but it is not so casual. The number of students in each class is fixed, and where they will work has been predetermined. If students can be transferred in and out at will, So what’s the point of talking about confidentiality?”

Schiller nodded and smiled and said: "I see, I shouldn't apply the rules of ordinary universities here. It seems that I still need to get used to this job."

After get off work, Schiller returned to the apartment and saw a tired-looking Lucifer lying on his back on the sofa. Opposite him, Jason and Harley puffed their cheeks angrily. One person occupied one side of the sofa, and the dog sat in the middle. .

Seeing Schiller coming back, Lucifer felt like he had seen a savior. He rushed to the door with tears in his eyes, took Schiller's arm and said, "Okay, Schiller! Get the three of them out quickly." Get away from me! Save your Lord!"

Schiller folded his arms and sneered, "Didn't you come from hell to the human world just to seek excitement? How about it? Is it exciting enough?"

Lucifer stretched out his hand and said rather sadly and angrily: "Forget it about the two of them. After all, they are two children. No matter how they fight, they don't have much destructive power. But this dog, this damn Kryptonian dog, its power Great and extremely righteous!”

"What's so surprising about children fighting? They'll just have to separate at worst, but when they break up a fight, they can cause missiles to explode! I almost demolished half of the bar I just renovated!"

Lucifer crossed his arms and said categorically: "Either you take the child away, or you take the dog away. In short, they cannot coexist!"

Schiller turned to look at Little Krypton, and he frowned slightly, because in his opinion, Clark could not teach his dog to be ignorant and cause havoc everywhere. Little Krypton's intelligence may be higher than that of humans. As a dog, A dog with only a heart of justice, even if it tries to break up a fight, will not cause trouble that would give Lucifer a headache.

Schiller stepped forward and held Xiao Krypton's face. Although a dog really couldn't read any micro-expressions, Schiller could still see an anxious mood in its eyes.

So Schiller patted the little krypton on the back, took it to the balcony, and then took out a bottle of wine from his suitcase. After closing the balcony door tightly, he poured out a small cap of the bottle. The crazy wine was put under Xiao Krypton’s nose.

Little Krypton was instinctively attracted by the scent. He stuck out his red tongue and licked the wine in the bottle cap. After a while, he lay down on the lounge chair on the balcony and dozed off.

After Schiller fell asleep, he soon found Little Krypton around the dream tower. Schiller was about to touch its head when Little Krypton spoke directly:

"Are you Professor Schiller? Clark and Batcat have mentioned you to me. You must help me. Recently, someone has been causing trouble in the city of the dream world, but I can't catch him."

"Why?" Schiller asked in surprise.

"He's too fast!"