Gotham is finally the hardest time of the year, and some people may wonder if there is a day when Gotham is not hard. But most of the things that usually happened in this village of fools are ridiculous and bizarre, but what is even more ridiculous and bizarre is that it is not a catastrophe that defeats this group of tough guys who can struggle to survive in the sewers of the universe, but summer.

As Lex progressed, Gotham's efficiency in expelling the clouds became more and more stable, from two hours a day and two days off a week to a sun that could bask at least three or four hours a day, and it could be guaranteed to be open all year round.

Lex's personality is very suitable for Gotham, he is also a metropolitan man, he grew up in the sun, he really can't understand how a person in a city can live without the sun all day.

So, after the dark cloud expulsion system stabilized, Lex started at full speed, sunning, drying here, drying for 180 days, drying delicious and fresh.

The vast majority of ordinary people who have never left the city have barely seen the sun since they were born, and their exposure to ultraviolet rays is basically only in the evening hours, when the sun is not at all violent, and it is a bit exaggerated to say that it is bright.

Before the summer came, the sunshine from twelve o'clock to four o'clock in the afternoon every day only made the Gotham people feel that everywhere was much brighter, but after the real summer, the ultraviolet intensity increased sharply, and the Gotham people who had long been accustomed to the dark clouds and cool and the sea breeze every day were sunburned on the spot.

The dark clouds that have been hanging over Gotham all year round have kept the temperature in the city stable for decades, and the only advantage of the city is that it is not cold in winter or hot in summer.

It can be said that as long as it can tolerate poor air quality and acid rain every two days, Gotham is a very livable city in terms of temperature conditions alone.

In the past, such stable climatic conditions brought another problem, that is, the air conditioning company did not have a way to live here, the coldest time in winter, that is, the temperature in the single digits, and the hottest time in summer will not exceed 30 degrees, relying on the fireplace for heating and relying on the fan to cool off is completely feasible.

This led to the fact that this summer, the highest incidence in Gotham changed from a gunshot wound to heat stroke.

In Schiller's office at Gotham University, he took the phone and said, "...... Of course, I'd be happy to do that, Sheriff Gordon, you guys just send things to the school warehouse, yes, I'll emphasize to the students, okay, goodbye. ”

There was a knock on the door, and Schiller turned his head to look at Anna who was standing by the door and said, "What's wrong?" ”

"The police chief called you? Is there another homicide? ”

Schiller shook his head, put the phone away, and said, "There have been too many people suffering from heat stroke lately, there are not enough beds in the hospital, and Gordon wants to be able to borrow the school's underground parking lot to place the patients, and of course they will pay for it." ”

Anna frowned, and she crossed her arms and said, "I can understand that he needs a cool place for those suffering from heat stroke, but there really is no place to park nearby." ”

"If the faculty and staff had parked their cars farther away and braved the sun, more people would have suffered from heat stroke."

"You should hear what he's going to pay first." Schiller smiled, picked up the half-read newspaper on the windowsill, and said, "The police academy he organized has begun to recruit students, and there are currently more than thirty students, and Gordon plans to let these trainee police detectives come to Gotham University to install air conditioning for us......"

Anna's face brightened instantly, she stroked her blonde hair back, snapped her fingers lightly, and said, "When he first took office, I knew that he would be a good director." ”

"I don't have a promotion gift ready for him yet." Schiller walked out with the newspaper and Anna to the large office, where Victor was standing by the window, having just closed the screen.

He walked up to Schiller and Anna like a treasure, looked at them with a smile and said, "Guess what I found?" ”

"If it weren't for the truth of the universe, it wouldn't be worthy of your happy expression now." Schiller sat down at his original workstation, spread the newspaper on the table, and began to read the news.

As soon as Victor stretched out his hand, Anna screamed in fright, she beckoned to Schiller and said, "Look! Schiller, look what Victor has found! ”

Schiller sat up straight and glanced towards the front of his seat, and then saw that lying in Victor's hand was a small insect with almost transparent wings, a black-gray body, and two round eyes, which was a cicada.

Schiller raised an eyebrow, feeling a little surprised, because just now, he recalled the summers he had spent in Gotham, and a strange feeling of missing something came over him, and now in retrospect, maybe it was the lack of cicadas.

The cicadas in the United States are called seventeen-year-old cicadas because they can live underground for up to seventeen years, but most of them don't stay that long, and they break through the ground in three to five years, so cicadas always burst out periodically, but for so long, Schiller has not heard a single one.

Anna yelled at the cicada lying in the palm of Victor's hand, and she kept pointing at the little insect with her fingers and said, "There are cicadas in Gotham?!" And it's the kind that doesn't hit people! ”

"You have too much hope for entomology." Schiller picked up a pen and noted useful news stories in the newspaper.

If you think about it, Gotham really doesn't have any insects, and there are no wildlife in the suburbs.

It's not surprising that humans with the name of the ferocious Homo erecus are in a hurry to live here, and it is a bit whimsical to ask for wildlife populations to thrive here.

But there is no shortage of animals in Gotham, basically every month a mutant rat larger than a human crawls out of the sewers, causing five or six casualties, and the urban air force led by a sparrow with a wingspan about the size of an eagle is fairly disciplined, but the seagulls on the coastline that are bigger than the rooftops can be called a dock terror gang.

The Gotham people, who often deal with these gigantic mutant monsters, are already very used to having a monster pop up every few days.

After eating at noon that day, Schiller was on his way to the classroom when he saw Victor hurrying through the corridor with an anxious expression on his face.

Schiller stopped Victor and asked, "What's wrong?" Professor Freese, where are you going? ”

"One of my students passed out." Victor paused briefly and said, "I was in a coma on the way to the cryogenic laboratory, and I'm about to go there now." ”

"Could it be ......" Schiller just wanted to say if he was suffering from heat stroke like other Gotham people, but then he thought that the place where he fainted was Victor's cryogenic laboratory, although not all rooms in the cryogenic laboratory were cold, but the laboratory set up underground had no scorching sunlight on the surface, and was surrounded by low-temperature cold storage, so where could the heat go?

Victor was very anxious, Schiller didn't ask more, said goodbye to Victor, and Schiller walked into the classroom with a handout.

He looked around and sighed, for no other reason, the classroom that was originally full was now less than half of the people, and the students who came were like frosted eggplants.

Schiller's requirements for attendance are very strict, and the students who will come to take the basic course of psychology know that this professor is not so easy to fool, so almost no one dares to be absent or sign on behalf of him, and during the time Schiller returned to Gotham University to teach, the attendance rate of students was maintained at more than 98 percent, and those who did not come will be handed over according to the requirements.

Yesterday Schiller did not receive any false notes, but he was helpless in the face of this situation, and he knew very well that the students who did not show up in the classroom now must be lying dead in the dormitory.

There is only one reason why this is happening – there is no air conditioning in the dormitories at Gotham University.

After temperatures plummeted to 35 degrees this summer, sick leave slips filled every professor's desk.

Whether someone will pretend to be sick and take leave to do other things under the pretense of being sick due to the climate is a question worthy of concern for other professors, and Schiller does not have this problem, because in addition to checking attendance, he is also very strict about test scores, and it will be bad luck if he does not come to class.

Therefore, Schiller was sure that these students who did not come would definitely not be able to get up, and in this case, he had no good way but to slow down the progress of the course, and the new class that was supposed to be taken was changed to a Q&A class.

Schiller had also arranged a Q&A class before, but it didn't work well, and the students would rather email him after class than ask questions in person, which was a serious harm of too much authority, except for those who were really obsessed with academics, most of the students who were trying to cope with the exam did not dare to risk their lives and Schiller to answer in person even if they did not understand certain questions.

But this time, as soon as Schiller finished speaking, a figure came down the side steps of the seat to the podium, and Schiller turned his head to see that it was Copote.

Oswald Cobott was a sophomore in college, and his mother's condition was fairly stable after several years of treatment, but to be on the safe side, Cobott stayed at home for a year to make sure that his mother was completely capable of taking care of herself before he chose to enter the university of his dreams.

However, his chosen major is finance, which does require connections, but now Colbert is the number one celebrity under Falcone, and the people of the Twelve Families also have to look at his face, in order to cooperate with Mayor Roy and his staff team to improve the economic situation of the entire city, and in order to whitewash the gangsters, it is not difficult to understand that Colpote, who thinks he has a good talent in this area, chose to study for a bachelor's degree in finance.

Finance at Gotham University is an ace major, and there are too many financial talents in the city who seek refuge in the city, and there are only a few types of people who need refuge in the financial circle, either scammers or scammers who have cheated scammers.

The common denominator of this group is that they are professionally competent, extremely professional, and more hands-on than any professor at any other university.

The so-called famous teachers produce high-level apprentices, and the graduates of Gotham University majoring in finance are well-known in the circle of a certain type of wealthy people.