Half an hour later, Schiller came to the office of Gotham University with the mirror master who had been drenched in soup, and at this time, Victor was packing his things and preparing to leave work.

Seeing that Schiller suddenly brought a stranger over, he leaned up with some curiosity and asked, "What's wrong?" Who is he? Why did you bring him to school?"

Schiller slapped the Mirror Master hard and made him stand there for a moment, Schiller looked at him and asked, "By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is, what is your name?"

"My name is Sam, Sam Scudder." The Mirror Master replied with a craned neck.

Now, he was under the roof and had to bow his head, the black curse around his body had not yet been unraveled, he could clearly feel the passage of life force, if Schiller could not help him unravel the curse, he would be dead, so he could only follow Schiller to Gotham University.

Schiller aimed at the weakness of the mirror master, first used psychological tactics to make him panic, and then caught off guard, covering all the items that could reflect light, and finally left only one flaw, that is, the umbrella knife that can reflect light.

But the umbrella knife and the handle of the umbrella are actually one, and in the handle of the umbrella is the elder brother of Konstantin, the cursed soul who was strangled by him in his mother's womb and turned into a wronged soul.

The cursed soul cannot actively attack, he must possess a person or an object, and in the process of possession, he must have a certain amount of contact and cannot float through thin air, so Schiller must lure the mirror master to possess the umbrella himself.

In a panic, the mirror master chose the only escape route without thinking, and naturally stepped into the trap and was entangled by the cursed spirit.

Schiller had tested the effects of the Cursed Soul on Marvel's Black Panther, and the results were so satisfying that even the Panther God was helpless against this unknown curse.

After all, if this cursed soul is indeed Konstantin's twin brother, then it should be as powerful as Konstantin's magical talents, and even more powerful after it transforms into a life form.

Anyway, the mirror master was unlucky, and was dragged to Gotham University by Schiller's collar, and when he heard him report to his home, Schiller nodded, and then said to Victor, "I've run out of application forms here, do you still have them there?" Give me another one."

"Yes, yes, but what are you going to do with it? You don't want him to go to school, do you?" Victor looked the Mirror Master up and down and said, "He doesn't look like a native of Gotham."

"Our schools are eclectic and can recruit students across state lines." Schiller replied.

"Hmm...... But he doesn't look like a student."

"It's a clothing problem." Schiller replied again, he dragged Master Mirror to the lounge next to the office, threw him inside, and then threw him a suit of clothes for him to change himself, anyway, he didn't dare to run.

The mirror master changed his clothes in frustration, and the sweatshirt and sweatpants made him look ten years younger, and Schiller dragged him into the office again, pointed at him, and said to Victor, "Look, isn't this a lot like a student?"

"But...... But is it really necessary for him to learn technology?" Victor looked the Mirror Master up and down, and saw that the Mirror Master had repaired very clean and neat stubble, no calluses, and well-maintained hands, and he continued, "He doesn't seem to need to learn skills to support himself."

Master Mirror nodded vigorously, his neck was about to break, Schiller looked at him, showed a smirk and said, "It's not that you don't need to learn technology, but I don't think you need to learn technology."

Master Mirror looked at him and said, "But...... But I've graduated from college, I'm an excellent graduate, I ......."

Finding that Schiller's gaze was getting less and less, the Mirror Master's voice became quieter and quieter, and he said, "Well, it's okay to take another degree."

Victor took an application form, watched Schiller write on it, and asked, "Which major are you going to assign it to?" Or auto repair?"

"No, I'm going to create a separate major for his specialty

There's room to play." Schiller wrote the application form without raising his head, and he said, "It's called the Mirror and Telecommunications Major, which is first listed under the name of the Technical Vocational College, and if there is a research result, it will be merged into this college."

"Mirroring and teleporting?" Victor frowned, reciting the awkward term, he looked at the Mirror Master and asked, "You can teleport?"

The mirror master nodded absentmindedly, turned his head slightly, and looked at the ceramic water cup beside Victor, the surface of the white water cup was very smooth, and the light was recognizable.

Victor's eyes widened, he picked up the water glass, looked it up and down, feeling very confused, and after a while, the mirror master came out of the cup, and Victor immediately said, "Come and tell me, how did you do this?" What kind of technology is this?"

"Before making the mirror, I added a special chemical substance to the solution where I was making the mirror, so that the mirror gained special abilities, and then I did other research, and this gun......

After talking for a while, he looked up at Victor and said, "Are you also a professor at this university? What profession do you teach?"

"I'm a low-temperature physicist, and now I mainly teach physics, but of course, my research covers a wide range of fields, including chemistry, mechanical engineering, and some natural sciences."

"Hypothermia?" "I know a guy who seems to have mastered some kind of cryogenic technology, but I don't quite understand it."

"Oh?" Victor raised an eyebrow and became interested, and said, "Now, there are not many people who study low-temperature physics, and if he is more famous in the industry, I should have heard of it, by the way, which city are you from?"

"Canterlot, the weather is much better there than it is here." Master Mirror complained, now that he also knows, he lost to Schiller, and he didn't lose unjustly, which was completely a trap against him, but also blamed him for his bad luck and caught up with the typhoon.

"Canterlot?" Victor touched his chin and said, "I didn't hear of a well-known cryogenic lab there."

While the two were chatting, Schiller took the registration form, came to Master Mirror, shook it, handed it to him, and said, "Now, take this form to report to the Academic Affairs Office, and then stay in the school honestly to study, you can't leave until you graduate, otherwise you ......."

Schiller raised the umbrella again, Master Mirror took two steps back, swallowed his saliva and said, "Don't worry, I have a double degree in undergraduate, both are full scholarships, and I am also an excellent graduate, I have sufficient internship experience, and I am good at the ratio of various chemical preparations, I ......."

"Well, if you have a good academic performance, we will also give you a full scholarship, after all, we can't even find a person who can give you a scholarship right now." Schiller laughed to himself.

After the Mirror Master left, Victor leaned against Schiller's desk and smiled, "Remember the topic we discussed? We are all travelers on a snowy night, lighting campfires in the vast snowfield......

Schiller reads the paper and says, "Of course, everyone who comes here adds firewood, so the campfire is never extinguished."

"What you're doing now is more like standing by the campfire, buying and selling with a box of matches." Victor smiled and said, "Others are obviously not cold, they don't need matches at all, you must still sell them."

Schiller's hand movement paused, and then said, "How do you know he's not cold?"

Victor choked up and said, "He's not from Gotham, he's got through college and has a stable job."

"If he had finished college and had a stable job, why would he run into Wayne Building and steal something?" Schiller asked rhetorically.

Victor had nothing to say, and Schiller continued, "Why do you say he doesn't need matches? Are you a psychologist, or am I a psychologist?"

"Also, what is a forced buy and a forced sale? I am responsible for the society for free to undertake part of the obligation to reform criminals, and I should write a bill to the city government of Central City

They're paying for that Sam."

Victor shook his head, and Anna sat down in her seat without raising her head, "I don't understand why you have to fight with a psychologist, it's his profession."

"yes, it's like counting the three of us in this office who can talk, and the only two people left after subtracting you, which are your area of expertise." Schiller shot back.

Victor didn't speak, he put on his coat and picked up the key, and said, "Are you still living in the dormitory today?" If you stay, I'll leave you the key."

Schiller didn't look up, and he said, "Yes, I'm not going back today, and I'm going to get up tomorrow morning and stare at the students of the technical college."

Looking at Schiller's attentive expression, Victor shook his head and turned to leave.

And the mirror master, who left Schiller's field of vision, found a nearby public phone booth, and after dialing the phone, he said, "Here's the thing......

He briefly explained his current situation, and the tone on the other side was very low, but he did not criticize him, but said, "I will send someone into Gotham University to investigate, and at the same time answer you, and you will return to a safe place as soon as the curse problem is solved."

The Mirror Master looked left and right, lowered his voice and said, "That professor is not easy to deal with, are you sure that the person you sent can ......

"Don't worry, he's your old acquaintance, tonight, he'll be over, as long as you don't make too much noise, no one can stop you."

Hanging up the phone, Master Mirror breathed a sigh of relief, his previous attitude was just a delaying tactic, he didn't believe that he would be trapped in a university, and he was not interested in studying in any vocational and technical school at all.

After nightfall, the wind and rain have subsided, and Victor is reading books in his bedroom, mainly some neurological materials, and he is starting to get a doctorate in neuroscience on his own.

His wife's physical condition is no longer too problematic, and the only thing that has not been solved is neurodegenerative diseases.

The difficulty of this disease is that once it is thawed, it will continue to deteriorate, so even if his wife's physical condition has returned to the level of a normal person, or even healthier than a normal person, Victor still did not choose to thaw her.

He was not willing to gamble unless he had a 100 percent success rate, and although Schiller had brought a lot of information, a specialist consultation was necessary to solve Victor's wife's neurodegenerative disease.

No doctor, no matter how skilled he is, can make an accurate diagnosis without seeing the patient, even if he is a medical master, he must first see the patient and do a complete examination before he can perform surgery.

If the two parties cannot meet, conservative treatment is adopted, although the process is relatively slow, but the safety is high.

With the efforts of the two worlds, the development of cryonics technology has reached its peak, and the frozen people will not have any problems with their physical functions, as long as they can slowly solve neurodegenerative diseases and genetic problems, they have the possibility of full recovery.

Victor, who was thinking about these questions, glanced out the window between reading, and then spotted a sneaky figure at the bottom of the teacher's dormitory.

Victor's eyes narrowed, he glanced out the window, then put on his coat, grabbed the freezer gun on the table, and walked out the door.

In the hallway, he glanced into Schiller's room, where he hadn't even taken off his coat, and you were sleeping soundly in bed, with a hint of exhaustion between your brows.

Victor knew that while the students were busy, the teachers who were watching them would only get busier.

Schiller, on the other hand, has to take undergraduate courses in addition to keeping an eye on the technical college, grab the graduates' papers, and help Bruce solve a lot of troubles so that he can study with peace of mind.

Victor thought, Schiller, who sold matches? This is really not a fairy tale worth ploring, because it is full of too much realistic helplessness.

It's more like a new dark nursery rhyme for the city, if you're not willing to move closer to a campfire on a snowy night, or if you can't afford to pick up a torch on a cold night and find a new way out for yourself.

Then, maybe you'll see a professor at the end of a dark alley with a match in his hand, lit a cigar on your way home, and handed you a match before the smoke cleared.

As for cigars, you'll have to find them yourself.