As Talia hesitated to get out of bed for the thirty-fourth time, her willpower was kicked hard by the scent coming from downstairs.

It didn't make sense, Talia thought, her room was in the middle of the Rodriguez estate almost what Texas was to the United States, and the damn scent couldn't have drifted through the corridors anyway.

Unless they didn't float in from the hallway.

Talia pressed her middle and ring fingers to her forehead, which was still a little painful, and walked to the window with her disheveled hair and waved her arm to open the heavy curtains, and suddenly a strong fragrance rushed into her nose.

When she looked down, Schiller was looking up at her from the edge of the pavilion's transparent glass door.

Talia let out a small moan of pain, and the damn thing was that she knew that the cauldron on the picnic table probably didn't contain much less than the witch's cauldron, but she still wanted to eat because she was really hungry.

Usually hunger is not an issue, and Thalia can even stay motionless when delicious food is in front of her and she is hungry to the limit of what her body can accept, but not now.

She didn't know why it wasn't now, she didn't know that the human body was actually more precise than she imagined, and the most precise thing was that she adhered to the principle of elastic thread, and an overly taut thread only had two ends, either it would be broken, or after relaxation, she found that she had lost her elasticity and could no longer be so tight.

There is a limit to the human spirit, and if the mental torture that Talia has endured before has only slowly tightened the thread, then Schiller is almost equivalent to pulling a paganini on it with a bow.

Then she withdrew her hand, and Talia thought in despair, why couldn't she make some noise on her own, letting the broken strings sit on the instrument alone?

Talia jumped straight from the third floor.

Merkel, the butler standing on the other side of the pavilion, looked more nervous than she had been when she had been kidnapped, and she watched with round eyes as Talia stood up straight in the bushes, reaching out to pull her frantic black hair back, and then dusting off the leaves from her silk nightgown with her hands.

Only then did Talia see that there was a picnic table in the flower pavilion, but there was also a small round lacquer-red barbecue oven behind it, and the folded monstera leaves looked like a natural fan, and the white heat looked innocent and harmless against the green background.

Pamela sat at the back of the barbecue and picked the meat with a tong, the meat looked very fresh, deep purplish-red, and very attractive against a large green backdrop.

Schiller was putting plates on the picnic table, Merkel was holding a large pile of rotten leaves from the flower pavilion, and walked farther and deeper, one foot shallow and one foot farther away, two children playing a game of scratching through the transparent glass door, the wind blowing the cloth on the corner of the picnic table, and a strong hand reached over and smoothed the folds with his fingers.

Like soothing something else, Talia thought to herself, but for some reason, what was the checkered dress that came to her mind instead of a more similar to a bright plaid dining cloth?

Talia shook her head slightly, throwing out the boundless associations, she lifted the hem of her nightgown, threw off her two slippers left and right, and walked directly to the outside of the flower pavilion barefoot.

"You're taller than Anna, but all I have here is her dressing gown, and I'm thankful that she didn't throw up after the party."

"She's your colleague?"

"Yes, a mathematician worthy of respect." Schiller opened the door to the pavilion for Talia, who strode in with the hem of her skirt in one hand.

Pamela, who was sitting behind the stove and boning, raised an eyebrow at Talia, but Talia really didn't have time to accompany her Lele now, she was going crazy with hunger, and now she would binge eat even if she had a whole periodic table in the pot.

"It looks like you're starving, but it's a shame that Gotham can't find a decent chef right now, and the meals are made by my butler, and some of them aren't quite suitable for the season."

Schiller stepped out of the way, and Thalia stretched out her head to look into the pot, well, she had thought that there was something wrong with this butler named Merkel, if he was really one of those weak Englishmen, he should have cried the moment she grabbed his neck.

Borscht was completely out of season, but Talia didn't think there was anything better for her stomach than a high-calorie vegetable soup, after all, she might nibble on a pig if she filled her stomach with cold Spanish ham.

Schiller had already brought a large wooden spoon, and without hesitation she served a large bowl of soup to Talia, and when she sat at the table with the bowl in hand, she looked up at Schiller and said, "I thought your banquet would be more ......."

"What could it be?"

"I don't know, as I once attended, a long, heavy table, a tablecloth without a single wrinkle, and a table of dishes that are worth more than they taste."

"You have an amazing sense of humor, Miss Talia." Schiller smiled, took the pot a little farther away, and said, "If I could, I would have liked to have a banquet like that, but unfortunately, the heat has consumed almost all the celebrity chefs of Gotham and the guests on the invitation list, and the safety of the ingredients is difficult to guarantee, and the heat will make the meat spoil extremely quickly." ”

Talia couldn't help but look at the meat that Pamela was working on, the color of the meat was a little strange, darker than the raw meat Pamela had ever seen, and there were very few fascia, and there was almost no smell of blood.

"What kind of meat is that?"

"Moose meat, have you ever eaten it?" Schiller began to put cold dishes on his plate, still cheese, ham, vegetable salad and the like, the aroma completely masked by the hot soup in the pot.

Talia took a sip of the soup in the bowl and let out an uncontrollable sigh, she could feel how much butter was in it, and she even began to be a little grateful for the Russian history, culture and weather.

"About our previous topic......" Schiller lowered his voice slightly, Talia wasn't sure if she heard tenderness in that deep voice, but she saw Schiller clearly gesture to Pamela with his eyes.

"What's wrong?" ”

"Bruce sent her, and she didn't want to come."

Talia raised an eyebrow, she thought she understood what Schiller meant, she scooped up the contents of the soup with a spoon as quickly as she could, took a few sips of the soup cautiously, and then got up from the chair next to the picnic table and sat down on the small stool next to the barbecue stove.

"Are you Bruce's girlfriend?"

"Obviously I'm not." Pamela glared at Talia fiercely and said, "That's just their rumors." ”

"Then why are you here for him?"

Pamela lowered her eyes and said, "Because I don't want the rumors to continue." ”

"Because being Bruce Wayne's girlfriend would cause you unimaginably big trouble, huh?" Talia raised her eyebrows, full of indescribable flamboyance.

"He's deliberately letting this rumor go." Pamela rubbed her frown with two fingers, and with a hint of pain in her tone, she said, "I didn't actually get anything out of him, but he made people think that I was in love with a big guy, and when those people got me in trouble out of jealousy, he was very happy, a damn sadist." ”

Talia withdrew her eyes, the smile in her eyes gradually dissipated, and she began to turn over the charcoal fire in the barbecue, but it seemed that she was just looking for something to do for her hands, and soon she said, half-hypocritically, half-sincerely, "It seems that we are all in a little trouble with him." ”

"It's not just the two of us." Pamela snorted coldly, and then said, "Do you know he has a fiancée?" ”

Of course Talia knew, but she still acted a little surprised and said, "Not a girlfriend? ”

"No, she used to live in Wayne Manor, and she helped Bruce with the child, not his adopted son, but his own daughter."

There was all of this, but there was still something that Talia hadn't investigated, and although she didn't expect Pamela to have it, he asked, "Bruce Wayne doesn't seem to be married." ”

"Apparently another victim." The short knife used to debone pierced the flesh of the thigh, and Pamela lowered her head a little gloomily, continued her movements, and said, "Of course, the whole world takes his affair for granted, and you are not too busy to squeeze his bed?" ”

Talia cleverly avoided the topic, but she thought it might be a good opportunity, and of course, it had nothing to do with her original plan to get Batman's genes.

Now she realizes that if Batman is really a scumbag with no moral bottom line, then there is probably no second way but to find a way to stun him and forcibly get the genes.

But Batman is certainly going to be wary, so Talia knows he needs to find a way to keep him busy, in short, to get Batman in some trouble.

"People laugh at the love history of a rich man, because it can't be said that those with whom he is entangled are completely innocent." Talia pinned the brunette behind her ear and said, "Most people like his money, and some people just like the vanity that the richest man in the world can bring as a boyfriend, but if he's abusing these girls, it's a different story, right?" ”

"What kind of abuse?" Pamela shrugged her shoulders and said, "He didn't hit me or scolded me, and people will say that I spread the scandal myself, in order to threaten Bruce to make it true." ”

"He's actually doing it." Talia stared at Pamela and said, "He enjoys fiddling with these girls, watching them suffer, and even if they are too difficult to deal with, he will resort to illegal means...... Did he drug you? ”

Pamela's eyes widened and she said, "Of course not. ”

"Really? Is there no suspicious time at all? For example, sudden dizziness, lack of concentration or something. ”

Pamela pursed her lips with a hesitant expression, she shook her head and said, "How can you tell the difference between that and staying up late and tired?" Please, it's not a court cross-examination. ”

"Have you discussed these issues with your professors? Pamela? Schiller asked.

Pamela shook her head and said, "It's my private business. ”

"Maybe he's just right on that." Schiller said while smoothing out the folds of the tablecloth: "He knows that society will put great pressure on all the opposite sex who stand up and correct him, and people will say that you took money and received expensive gifts, so you voluntarily accepted mental abuse, and if you take 10,000 steps back, you will only say that you have fallen into the trap of money worship and you deserve it." ”

"Whatever happens, Pamela." Schiller turned to look at Pamela and said, "The professors at Gotham University will be on the side of justice and justice, and we will not bow our heads for money or public opinion." ”

Then Talia stood up, she smiled, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Professor Schiller, may you introduce me to a good doctor?" ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Drug Residue Testing."

It's lame in a flash

(I don't say who someone looks in the mirror)

(End of chapter)