Schiller's car stopped on a brightly lit street, but instead of driving into the designated parking space of a building, he went around the back alley, stopped in the dark, and then the two people who got out of the car also walked into the darkness.

Schiller and Pamela stand at the corner of the street, which is not secretive, but usually there are no unrelated people waiting to come and go on the street where such high-end guilds are gathered, and there are blind spots everywhere that cannot be seen from the windows, and Schiller and Pamela are in the range of one of them.

"Aren't we going in?" Pamela asked.

Schiller shook his head and said, "Judging by your remarks during the day, perhaps you are not indulged enough to form a hunting club. ”

"It's ridiculous." Pamela raised her voice and said, "I haven't really murdered anyone, at least not so far. ”

"A good law-abiding girl."

Not knowing how to respond, Pamela took a slight step forward and poked her head out from behind Schiller, and then she felt a hand on her shoulder, nudging her back.

"The number one trick to hunting is patience." Schiller's voice sounded like it sounded in Pamela's chest.

Pamela followed Schiller's gaze to the building opposite, a mansion on the banks of the Gotham River, like all the buildings on this street, opulent, brightly lit, faintly sounding music, and the ball was at its climax.

Are we going to break in? Pamela wanted to ask, but she remembered what Schiller had told her earlier, and finally remained silent, and Schiller turned back and gave her an approving look.

"Do you know Oswald Copote?" Schiller straightened up, no longer looking at that place, and looked back at Pamela in question.

"I've heard of him, a second-year student, who is exceptionally talented in running a business, and I went to the Iceberg Restaurant with my classmates, and it's quite a novelty to be honest."

Pamela didn't know why she always answered at length when Schiller asked questions, which was not like her at all, this was the attitude of an ordinary person with normal emotions and high spirits.

Then she realized that she might be unconsciously wrapped in an environment where she could feel danger at all times, and the source of danger was the man next to her, and her spirit was constantly stimulated, and her excitement skyrocketed.

"Yes, these comments are correct, and I've heard a little about it, so you should also know his status in the gang?"

"The Red Man in Front of the Godfather's Eyes."

"Not bad at all, miss, he consulted me about a bizarre serial murder case the other day, and you must have heard of a similar symptom, toxic edema."

Pamela nodded and said, "Of course, Professor Victor has told me about this, have you already identified the murderer?" ”

"Not yet, but only the detectives will go and investigate the murderer."

Pamela raised her eyebrows: "Aren't you a detective?" ”

"The detective will find the murderer, and the murderer chooses to frame another murderer."

"What did you do?" Pamela was surprised, but she wasn't surprised.

Schiller shook his head and said, "No, but the murderer who hasn't done it yet will choose to make the murderer." ”

"Bang!"

Pamela was startled by a loud noise, and she complained inwardly that this was the disadvantage of being excited, that the sensitivity of her senses would increase exponentially, so that it was easy to be startled.

Pamela probed out, and at the end of the street saw that the door of the mansion that Schiller was concerned about had been kicked open, and the gang members rushed in, all loaded with live guns.

A security vehicle finally stopped in front of the gate, and the modest Kopote, who stood out among the sturdy gangsters, stepped on the carpet at the entrance of the mansion and walked in, his back disappearing into the dazzling light of the ballroom.

Schiller moved quickly, walking briskly along the shadows of the street towards the building, and Pamela hurried after him, only to find that he could barely keep up with him.

Schiller, on the other hand, spoke as fast as Pamela, saying: "I told Cobott the obvious fact that I was powerless to investigate the truth of this case. ”

"How could he believe it?"

"Normally he wouldn't believe it, but what I mean is that it's not usual, and the famous chemist Jonathan Klein gave me a conclusion that the toxins in the deceased's body were not a product of science and technology, so that he couldn't analyze them in detail."

Pamela had a flash of inspiration and said, "...... Magic? ”

"Copote naturally thinks so, because if I tell him that the murderer cannot be identified by detective means, then it means that the murderer has come and gone without a trace, leaving no trace, and the investigation is naturally impossible."

"There's no other evidence that a magician did it."

"He doesn't need other evidence." Schiller, who turned a quick corner at the back of the building and walked towards the side door that had long been opened, said: "Gangsters are not detectives, they usually catch the murderer first and then ask for clues." ”

"Savage but easy to use."

"And it's very easy to take advantage of."

Without hesitation, Schiller stepped into the dark corridor, Pamela snapped her fingers and lit a green flame in her hand, but Schiller shook her head and said, "If you have night vision, you can use it, but don't make it light." ”

"You don't want to be found by the gangsters either?"

"It's shocking to be keen." Schiller stood at the fork in the kitchen aisle, stroked the wall with his hand and said, "Then use your acumen, and guess where the deer we are going to visit will be hiding in the forest?" ”

Pamela raised her face in the darkness, her eyes twinkling, but she didn't use her special abilities, she just focused on the subtle sound of blood beating out of her heart, which was beating faster than ever, and no doubt that the heart rate of a deer was just as flustered.

"Warehouse, in the low-temperature frozen goods warehouse."

Schiller walked in that direction without hesitation, and Pamela couldn't help but say aloud: "I have dealt with that group of magicians, they are not ignorant of the world of ordinary people, at least they know that the door of the cold storage is the strongest, and they are not afraid of the cold like ordinary people, if they can block the gangsters for a while, they will have a way to get out by magic means." ”

"Wonderful reasoning."

"Are we going to catch the smartest deer?" Pamela licked her lips again, rubbing her thumb against the sweat in her palms, feeling her heart rate gradually stabilize.

"Do you feel it?" Schiller's smile was still evident in the darkness: "This will be something that really calms you." ”

"You shouldn't have instigated me." Pamela's voice took on a hint of hoarseness: "That would be more dangerous than you think." ”

"I'm just offering you a way to redeem yourself after a failed social connection, but don't really do it, or you'll be so lax that you forget how to socialize, you'll hide back in the forest, and you'll end up being the deer."

Pamela understood what Schiller meant, isn't this the tragedy of the magicians of the wizarding world?

They separate themselves from the vast majority of ordinary people, believing themselves to be different and gifted, they disdain to socialize with ordinary people, have almost no social connections, hide alone in the forest called the wizarding world, and degenerate themselves into animals with only strong muscles.

So the gang had no scruples when they killed them, because there was no notable relationship behind this group of mages, and what about Jim, the master of the night? Will he slaughter all of humanity in revenge for these magicians? Who would dare to do that?

"Society is a society of ordinary people, either blend in or stay away." Schiller's deep voice echoed in the corridor: "If you want to enjoy the prosperity of a civilized society, you must communicate according to the rules of a civilized society, and this is the price that must be paid." ”

"So you chose psychology?"

"In the case I could have killed them, yes."

Schiller and Pamela stopped in front of the door of the cold storage, Schiller looked down at the water-stained footprints at the door, Pamela's reasoning was accurate, the other party had obviously just entered, and the operating keyboard of the internal cold storage door obviously caused him a little trouble, the door had just closed a few seconds ago.

"Take me in."

The next second the green light flashed, the emerald green vines disappeared, and Schiller saw a tall and thin figure at the moment when the light disappeared, but it was not the person he was supposed to see here.

"Stephen Strange."

The moment Strange looked back at those barren gray eyes, he swallowed back the name he was about to blurt out, and his expression grew colder and colder.

When he turned, Pamela realized that Strange was holding a man in his arms, or rather the deer they were looking for, three seconds earlier, the surging heart had just finished its mission.

Strange let go of his hand, a thin chain fell from his fingertips, the corpse slid to the ground with a muffled "bang", the cloak slipped off his forehead, and Pamela looked at the familiar face and shouted, "Master Andrew!" ”

"An idiot." Strange lowered his eyes, looked at the corpse at his feet, and said, "He thinks I can't use magic in this world, so the threat is powerless, and he made a deal with a stupid goat, leaving a back door for him on the Earth's magical defense network." ”

"Would you believe me if I said he wasn't like that?"

"Of course, in the war that happened here with you, he stood up, but I'm afraid it's hard to offset the merits and demerits, do you want to defend him?"

"I need his body."

Strange frowned, and the next second the world spun around, and an unimaginable force against his chest threw him to the ground, and with a "bang", Strange let out a moan of pain overflowed from his mouth.

Schiller grabbed him by the neck and threw him out like a fluttering doll, and as he flew out, he felt like he had knocked over a series of steel food racks.

Pamela finally knew what Schiller meant by "having some experience wrestling with humanoids."

Schiller straightened up in front of Master Andrew again, and he glanced out of the cold storage door, where the gangster-induced riots were getting closer and closer, and they didn't have much time.

Strange gasped in pain as he hung his head on the ground, and when he finally rolled over and lay on his side, he trembled and stretched out a hand, and in an instant, a whip of dark energy flew out of his hand, bringing a series of sparks against the smooth metal ground.

"Smack!"

The emerald green shield blocked the attack, but not in front of Schiller, but in front of Master Andrew's corpse.

Schiller turned to look at Strange, blood gushing out of his mouth, and Schiller walked over to him, reaching out and holding down his shoulder on one side to open his breathing passage.

Strange lay flat on the ground, the ceiling in his field of vision blurred, and he felt that he might have been carried by Schiller, and then lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, there was an unfamiliar ceiling in front of him, and Schiller was standing in front of his bed, his face unclear against the light.

"I don't think you have to get along with me, sir." Schiller's tone was as soft as if he were chanting.

Strange grinned at the pain in his chest and said, "I don't like you, can't I?" ”

"Can you give me a reason?" Schiller sat on the edge of the bed, put his arms on his lap, turned to look at Strange and asked, his tone not a little angry, only a shallow curiosity.

Strange closed his eyes lightly and said in a dry voice, "You're not human, you're just a monster in human skin, you should get out of this body and give him back to Schiller." ”

"Very right, Mr. Strange."

Strange opened his eyes and looked at Schiller in disbelief.

Did he just hear the joy in the monster's tone? Why wasn't he angry?

"Miss Pamela will come up soon to heal you, but as a sign of apologies, I must invite you to stay for tomorrow night's feast, you will like it."

"I'm not interested in the blood-drinking beast." Strange closed his eyes.

"It just so happens that the theme of this party is 'people.'" Schiller looked down at Strange and said, "All hopes, Your Excellency Supreme Mage." ”

happy

(End of chapter)