Chapter 565: Typical Murder Case (Part 1)

In Gotham City, a not bright but still warm morning, Schiller put down his coffee cup and heard the footsteps of his colleague Anna's high heels. After a while, a blonde American sweetheart came in, knocked on the baffle on Schiller's desk, and said, "The lazy guys at the freshman registration office have asked for leave, you go..."

"I'm not going."

Schiller answered without raising his head. If this scene happened a year ago, Schiller might still be an ordinary university professor in Gotham, instead of writing papers like now, but under those papers were the industrial plans of the Green Lantern Corps and the plans of the Misty Crystal Industry.

Anna rolled her eyes and said, "You have the least classes this week. If you don't go, who will?"

Suddenly, Schiller came back to his senses from the mess of work. He turned his head and glanced at the calendar next to him and said, "It's January now, and it should be the time for spring semester. Gotham University should not have majors that report in spring, right?"

"Who said that?" Anna walked to Schiller's seat, crossed her arms and said, "You forgot that the previous president Shedon was a liberal arts student. He majored in Gotham, but before he left, both majors passed the review and the start time was set in spring."

"Oh, yes, he may have forgotten to tell you that the psychology major has also been assigned to the College of Humanities, so the major you teach also starts in spring."

Schiller narrowed his eyes. He recalled that American universities are slightly different from Chinese universities. Many American universities are divided into three semesters a year, starting in January, May and August, and new students will arrive in January in spring and August in autumn.

However, Gotham University is closer to Chinese universities. Although it also has three semesters, the month for freshmen to register is only August, and no one comes for spring reporting.

The reason is that Gotham University has fewer colleges and its management is relatively chaotic. For convenience, some administrative staff of the school have classified all majors as autumn reporting.

Before, when the president named Shedon came, he made drastic reforms to the administrative management system and created three more colleges. Now all three colleges have changed to spring reporting.

As Schiller worked hard, Gotham's deep winter has passed. Now it is January when the temperature has just risen a little, and Gotham University's spring reporting has also begun.

Putting down the pen and stretching his stiff shoulders, Schiller thought that it would be good to stay at the freshman registration office for half a day. Recently, his mind has been almost filled with those messy numbers.

Schiller stood up and wanted to leave. Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered twice, and the light bulb hanging in the middle of the room went out with a "snap".

At this time, the daytime is still relatively short, and you still need to turn on the light in the morning to see the words on the book clearly. Now the light bulb is not bright, and the room is dim.

Anna looked up and glanced at the light bulb, but did not show any surprise. She said: "You haven't had early classes in the past few days, and you are not here in the morning and evening, so you don't know. The school pipelines are aging. There are power outages for one to two hours every day these days, and the repeated power outages have broken most of the old light bulbs."

"What should we do?" Schiller asked.

"What can we do? Just make do with it." Anna walked back to her seat and sat down. She skillfully took out a flashlight from the side, turned it on, and shone it at Schiller, and then said: "Now Gotham University is the only school on the East Coast without a president. Who do you expect to take care of this?"

Schiller shook his head and looked up at the room again. This office, where he had stayed the longest since he came to Gotham, was actually very old.

There is no decoration style here, because most of the furniture has been replaced several times. The white wall skirting and ceiling have different degrees of damage. The only desk that can be called good is half new and half old.

Schiller doesn't like things that are too modern, but it doesn't mean he likes to use second-hand goods, especially these things are so old that they are beginning to affect their use.

Sighing, Schiller took his things, left the office, and walked towards the freshman registration office.

When he came to the freshman registration office, he found that there was a power outage here, and what was even more tragic was that there were no floor-to-ceiling windows in the office, and the lighting was even worse. It was pitch black at this time.

This is good, Schiller thought, when the freshmen come later, they will immediately know what a wrong decision they made.

In the next college life, they can't think of happily attending parties or having sex. There is no student activity room or party room here. The only room with an independent generator is Victor's cryogenic laboratory and the library.

Schiller moved a chair and sat down in the darkness. Soon, students came in one after another. Almost everyone would instinctively pause when they saw a person sitting in the dark room, then step out to look at the room number, and then walk in carefully.

Schiller was still writing with his head down. Suddenly, he heard the sound of leather shoes coming from far away. He seemed very calm and not panicked. Feeling that someone was coming to the table, Schiller picked up the pen and asked without raising his head: "Name?"

"Lex Luther."

"Lex... Room 403, Building 2, Boys' Dormitory..." Schiller wrote it down subconsciously. Suddenly, his pen stopped and he raised his head. Sure enough, it was Lex with red hair who appeared in the darkness.

"Lex?" Schiller looked up at him, then looked down at the form in his hand and said, "Don't tell me, you applied for Gotham University?"

"Actually, I didn't apply for Gotham University. I'm not old enough to go to college, but I donated a lot of money, so..."

Schiller took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "Can I ask you about your thinking in doing this? Have you never visited your local Metropolitan University?"

"Of course I visited. Just before I came to register, I went to Metropolitan University and found Clark, who was studying journalism, and made him embarrassed in front of his classmates."

"Since you have already been to Metropolitan University, on your way from the gate of Gotham University to here, you should leave without looking back. What gave you the courage to come here?"

The teaching level and physical facilities of Metropolitan University and Gotham University cannot be said to be similar, but they can only be said to be worlds apart.

"Of course it was you, Professor. To be honest, what happened at the Metropolitan Mayor's Palace and your performance made me interested in the subject of psychology, and among the universities on the entire East Coast, I could find You are the only one whose academic standards can be trusted.”

"Thank you for your compliment." Schiller turned over a page of the form in his hand, and then said: "You are much more likable than Wayne who just came to report, but I still want to say that you'd better go back to Metropolis, here This is not the place for you to come.”

Lex didn't listen at all. He shrugged and said, "Is there any place I can't go? No."

"Wherever Wayne can come, of course I can, too. I'm no worse than him."

"Seriously, Professor, how is his academic performance? He should be the first in the grade, right? It doesn't matter, I will break his record soon."

Just as Schiller was about to continue talking, Rex picked up his suitcase. Schiller looked at his movements and said, "Don't tell me that you didn't even bring a security guard or a housekeeper, and you also planned to live in a student dormitory. ”

Lex nodded and carried the suitcase over with some difficulty. His body was so thin that the originally small suitcase seemed very heavy.

Schiller shook his head, looked up at the light bulb that had gone out, and then said: "You will pay the price for your confidence today. Those who do not belong to Gotham will eventually leave."

Lex didn't understand Schiller's somewhat fatalistic words. He just picked up his suitcase and left.

As he walked through the teaching buildings and square of Gotham University, it was already completely bright, but the power was still not restored, so after Lex entered the dormitory, it was still dark.

What's even scarier is that Gotham University's dormitory building has 6 floors, Lex lives on the 4th floor, and there is no elevator in this building.

In other words, Lex had to carry his heavy suitcase and climb up to the fourth floor alone.

In fact, this is not difficult for any college student with a normal physique. Although it will be more or less tiring, it is not to the point where it is impossible to persevere. But for Lex, this is not the case.

As he said before, he is not yet old enough to go to college. He is three years younger than Bruce is now and has just turned 16 this year. Moreover, because of the control and excessive drug use by Lionel before, As a result, his health was very poor and his physical strength was very poor.

Therefore, it was very difficult for him to drag his suitcase up the stairs. He had to change his position after walking two steps, and it was not by moving it, but by dragging it. The suitcase hit the edge of the steps and made a dull "bang bang" sound. ring.

After dragging the suitcase up one floor, Lex couldn't move it at all. He could only lean on the stairwell to rest, panting, and began to regret why he didn't bring a housekeeper and security guard.

At this moment, a tall figure walked up and saw someone else in the stairwell. He was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Are you a freshman this year? What's wrong with you? Do you need help?"

"I..." Lex swallowed, pointed to his suitcase, and said, "It's too heavy, I can't move it, but my dormitory is on the fourth floor..."

"Oh, that's it. It's okay. I'll help you move it." The tall figure walked out of the darkness. When he came to the stairwell, Lex could see clearly. It was a boy with black hair, tall and handsome. He is handsome and wearing a suit. He looks very well-educated.

"My name is Lex, from Metropolis. What's your name?" Lex asked proactively, and the boy said, "You can call me Thomas, Thomas Elliot. You should have heard of Elliot." The special family, right?”

"I am a foreigner and have never left my city, so I have never heard of any Gotham family." Lex watched the boy named Thomas pick up his suitcase and then walked down the steps. Go up.

"What about the Wayne family?" Thomas asked.

"I've heard of it, after all, they are so famous." Lex followed Thomas, and he walked very slowly, as if he had exhausted his energy before, so Thomas had to stand on a higher step to wait for him. .

"Oh, then you should also know that Little Wayne goes to school in this school, right? Although he doesn't come to class much, you should be able to meet him recently, because he often lives in the dormitory recently."

"Live in a dormitory? Isn't his family very rich? Why do you want to live in a dormitory?" When they arrived on the third floor, the two rested for a while in the stairwell, and then chatted while resting.

"Don't mention it. His daughter often makes noises at night, which makes him unable to sleep well, so he can only leave Wayne Manor and rest in the dormitory."

Thomas spread his hands and said, "My family and his family are old friends. We have known each other since childhood, but even I don't know when he had an ex-wife and daughter."

Lex frowned. Seeing his reaction, Thomas continued, "Of course, I can understand him. Men should have some space of their own. He is not the kind of person who revolves around his wife and children."

Seeing that Lex's frown was getting deeper and deeper, Thomas picked up the suitcase again and walked up the stairs. Lex followed behind him, and the two came to the 4th floor together.

But the moment they stepped onto the corridor on the 4th floor, a strong smell of blood floated over.

With the dim light from the window at the end of the corridor, Lex saw that the door of the fourth room on the right was open, and a pair of legs stretched out from there, and blood flowed out of the door.