Schiller turned his head to look at Copote, who was very different from the cowering umbrella boy he had when he first met, he was not tall, he was not strong, he was not the kind of person who could grow to be very tall in terms of bone structure, but he was much better than the skinny boy before.

He was wearing a suit often worn by gang leaders, his hair was neatly combed back of his head, and his leather shoes were bright enough to reflect the pattern of the ceiling, but he still rubbed his hands a little nervously, looked at Schiller with a smile and asked, "Professor, have you had time lately?" ”

"Any questions?" Schiller put down the handouts in his hand, looked at Copote, and said, "If there is, just ask now, the professor's office is not equipped with a computer for the time being, and I probably won't go to the multimedia classroom to check my email for a long time, it's too hot now." ”

"yes, it's a little too hot." "But I asked Mayor Roy and he said that this is to develop tourism, and the beach and sea conditions in Gotham are actually better than those of the metropolis, and all that is lacking is sunshine," said Copote. ”

"The group of visitors from afar seemed to enjoy basking in the sun on the beach, and Lex didn't start the device for two days in a row, and quite a few people went home, so the machine was on almost all the time after that."

"Gotham people have to get used to it." Schiller shook his head lightly and said: "The current temperature is still within the normal range, and the frequent occurrence of heat stroke is because the Gotham people are defenseless, and they still work under the sun according to the original rhythm of life without any sun protection measures, plus there is no air conditioning, of course they will suffer from heat stroke." ”

"But it's going to be much better after the summer is over." Schiller turned his head back to sort out the handouts and said, "Gordon has organized a lot of people in advance to help the disaster, so it shouldn't be a big deal." ”

Copote nodded, licking his lips slightly, looking a little nervous, but still said, "I know it's a bit presumptuous, Professor, to bother you on such a hot day, but there has been a strange incident lately, probably a murder. ”

Schiller frowned slightly, and Colbert pondered for a moment before contemplating, "Your Excellency Godfather suspects that there may be organized poisoning, but this has never happened before, you know, it's not Gotham's style......"

Copote showed an embarrassed expression, he looked left and right, and found that the other students were lying on the table, with no intention of coming over to ask questions, and the surrounding area was empty and quiet, and the conversation between them would not be heard by anyone, so he spoke: "Your Excellency Godfather suspects that it is an outsider, such as the FBI, who has always been interested in Gotham. ”

"But Your Excellency Godfather can't say it explicitly, the Twelve Families have complained about the large influx of outsiders and the chaotic management, if this fact is made public, the Twelve Families will definitely be clamoring to give them some color."

"Once the contradiction intensifies, it will become an obstacle to the development of the tourism industry and industrial transformation and upgrading, so His Excellency Godfather entrusted me to secretly investigate this matter."

Copote's brow furrowed and he said, "Professor, I have never been so rude as to consult you about my private affairs in class, but this matter is so strange that I think psychology may be able to answer my doubts." ”

Schiller had been observing Copote's expression during the process of telling him about the matter, Copote's face was very serious, but more confused, and from the cautiousness of his questioning, it can be seen that Copote must have investigated and thought about it privately for a long time without results, and then mustered up the courage to ask Schiller.

Schiller hasn't been busy lately, but he can't help much except for the high incidence of heat stroke, because he is a psychiatrist, and after helping Roy write a notice reminding citizens to pay attention to the symptoms of heat stroke, there is nothing to do.

The children at Wayne Manor are still in the main universe, the lunatics in Arkham Asylum are all honestly staying in the lab because the weather is too hot, and no one comes out to make trouble, Schiller's main job lately is teaching, so when his students are in trouble, he is happy to help.

"It's not convenient to talk here, I have two classes this afternoon, about six o'clock in the afternoon, and we meet in front of the teacher's cafeteria."

"Thank you so much, Professor."

The class passed quickly, and the second class was a psychology major, but there were still very few people coming, so Schiller had to change this class to a Q&A class.

On the way to the cafeteria after class, Schiller felt a little headache, every teacher has such troubles, the course progress is too fast, he is worried that the students will not have time to review, the course progress is too slow, and he has to catch up with the progress, he is afraid that he will not be able to finish teaching, Schiller is now worrying about the latter.

This may be the chain reaction of a vicious circle, because of the poor security situation in Gotham, there are not many students from other places who dare to take the entrance examination, and the locals are all unable to adapt to the sudden change in climate, and they fall in pieces.

Schiller is now pushing the pace of teaching forward, which means that most of the people will not be able to listen to the class, but if they do not push forward, they will definitely not be able to finish teaching before the end of the semester, but if the sick students insist on the class, the sick students will not listen.

If you want to cure heat stroke immediately, but as long as the sun still exists, and the Gotham people are still stupid to learn how to protect themselves from the sun, then the speed of Schiller's treatment may not be able to catch up with the speed of their illness, but if the sun is turned off, it will not be good for the tourism industry that wants to develop the golden coastline.

Schiller didn't expect that enemies such as cosmic tyrants didn't give him a headache, and the daily teaching tasks really stumped him, and sure enough, the fate of every teacher was like this.

While thinking about how to adjust the curriculum as much as possible to catch up with the teaching progress, Schiller walked towards the teacher's cafeteria, and on the way he met Victor again, but it seemed that Victor only had one class in the afternoon, so he had already finished eating, and he was in a hurry, and he seemed to be in a hurry to go somewhere.

Schiller tried to stop Victor to ask, but the thought that Copote might still be waiting for him dismissed the idea and walked briskly towards the main entrance of the teacher's cafeteria.

When he arrived at the teacher's cafeteria, Cobot was already standing at the door waiting for him, Schiller walked up the steps quickly, Copoch followed him, Schiller turned around and asked, "How long have you been waiting?" ”

"I've just arrived, Professor." Cobot took out the square towel in his pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and followed Schiller into the dining room.

Unfortunately, there is no air conditioning in the classroom cafeteria, but there are more windows here, and the structure of the house is better than that of the classroom, with the wind blowing through the hall, which is much better than the stuffy state in the classroom.

Copote breathed a sigh of relief when he walked in, wiped the sweat from his forehead again, like a fish that had just landed, and sat down with Schiller by a large window.

Schiller glanced at the menu, and just as he wanted to order, the waiter came over and said, "Sorry, professor, the chef of the restaurant is sick, and the more complicated main dishes can't be cooked." ”

Schiller sighed, looked at the menu and said, "Then tell me what I can order, let's eat a little bit." ”

Schiller looked at Colbert and asked for his opinion, and Colbert sighed and said, "Many restaurants in Gotham are in this situation now, otherwise I will invite you to eat out." ”

The two ordered a few dishes piecemeal, basically the main food, Schiller ordered a sweet and sour Spanish risotto, Copote simply ordered only Caesar salad, no soup and dessert at all, and refused butter and heavy sauces, obviously, even if Schiller is not afraid of heat, this hot atmosphere makes people lose their appetite for greasy things.

While eating, Cobot opened up the conversation and began to tell the strange things that happened to the gang during this time.

"The Spencer family had a very unpleasant quarrel because of their daughter's marriage, and the old Spencer couple has not been in good health, and Mrs. Spencer Sr. had a strange disease some time ago."

"Strange disease? What strange disease? ”

Copote opened his mouth for a moment, and said with some hesitation: "I have not seen the specific situation either, but I have only heard from the lady who accompanied her that the doctor had never seen this disease, and old Spencer felt that his wife was cursed." ”

"Are there no symptoms?"

"I heard it's swelling all over the body." Scott pursed his lips and said: "I can also understand that if the patient's appearance is abnormal, then the family is usually reluctant to let outsiders see it, old Mrs. Spencer has actually been on the sickbed for more than two years, but the sudden change in her condition is still a little strange, and old Spencer is also guarding against someone plotting." ”

"What is Mrs. Spencer's disease?"

"Stomach cancer, this lady is old, all those in the know know that she will not live long, old Spencer has already accepted the status quo, more than a month ago, old Mrs. Spencer died, and the funeral was held in Gotham Cathedral."

After a little scrutiny, Schiller found this strange point in what was just an ordinary story, and he gently rubbed his finger with the pattern on the handle of the silver spoon and said: "It is true that there are some diseases that cause edema at the ends of the limbs, and the condition is more serious, and it may indeed cause swelling all over the body, but stomach cancer ......"

"Old Spencer and his wife had a good relationship, and even if death was inevitable, he didn't want her to suffer, so he called in a lot of doctors and asked them to find a way to get rid of the swelling, but to no avail."

"Including the doctors at Wayne Hospital?"

"Yes, including some of the doctors from the Met."

Copote paused again, glanced at Schiller's face before saying, "I know it's a bit disrespectful to science, but old Spencer looked at the old priest at Gotham Cathedral, and the old priest said it wasn't a curse......"

"Originally, it was fine, after all, old Mrs. Spencer was terminally ill, and there was no need to explore what was going on with that strange illness before death, after all, people cannot be resurrected after death."

"But just a week later, the eldest son of the Fanas family also died, and he was also swollen all over his body, and he was only sixteen years old when he died, and Fanas couldn't accept it at all."

Copot sighed deeply and said: "Originally, because of faith, the direct members of the twelve families did not accept forensic dissections, but the Fanas family is such a son, Fanas counted on him to inherit the family, and suddenly it was gone, Fanas vowed to find the murderer." ”

"He thinks it's man-made murder?"

"I'm afraid that's the only possibility." "Little Fanas was only sixteen years old, healthy, had no genetic diseases, was a basketball club at school, and died without any warning, and Fanas never heard his son feel unwell," said Copote, staring at the salad on his plate. ”

After a moment's thought, Schiller asked, "What about the results of the forensic examination?" ”

"Generalized edema due to acute poisoning."