OBS Chapter 2592: Xiao Xiao Down (76)
Chapter 2592: Xiao Xiao Down (76)
Chapter 2592: Xiao Xiao Down (Seventy-six)
"Have all the invitations been sent out?"
Jason's deep voice echoed in the study on the second floor. He took a mat and sat on the floor, looking through Schiller's cell phone for text messages and writing down everyone's reply on paper.
The light in the study of the new house was not as dim as in the manor, but bright and soft. Jason had never seen Schiller writing at his desk so clearly. The hard outlines in the darkness became soft and gentle.
Schiller sighed, straightened up from his desk and said, "There is one last letter. I will hand it to him personally. What do you think of this hairstyle?"
"Very good, Professor. I think many people will be happy to see you so relaxed." Jason looked at Schiller and smiled. "In fact, we didn't know that you actually have curly hair."
"It's just a little bit curled." Schiller shook his head and continued to write with his head down.
"Glad you let us know."
Schiller paused for a moment, and said in a low voice, with no emotion to be heard, "What is there to be happy about?"
"We are happy to know any little change in our friends," Jason said. "We don't really understand how much this change means to him. The part that makes us happy is that he is willing to show us this change."
“People often say, I would be honored to be the first person you think of when you are happy or sad, because only when the connection between two people is very deep, you will feel that I can provide the emotional feedback you want at the first time.”
"It's the same with change. If you have a change and reveal it to someone immediately, it means you want to get his evaluation and advice, and you value his evaluation and advice. It's my pleasure, professor."
Schiller raised his eyelids slightly and took a look at Jason. He was very different from the little boy Schiller met for the first time. He began to grow tall, big and very strong, just like Jason Todd in all universes.
As he sat cross-legged on the cushion, he looked not like a robin, with its dark and rational temperament, but like a fluffy cuckoo, triumphant and fearless.
"Are you going to give me some advice?"
Jason thought for a moment and said, "Are you going to wear a coat? But it's not suitable for sitting on a camping stool, let alone a narrow fishing stool, where the hem of the coat will drag on the ground."
“I can fish standing up.”
"So we have to stand up to play poker too?" Jason looked at him and asked, "Do you know how to play poker? Do you know how to play Texas Hold'em?"
As if insulted, Shiller said, “I’ve won every poker game in my life, no matter what style of play.”
Jason lowered his head and laughed, even covering his mouth with his wrist, but he quickly put away his smile and said seriously: "But Texas Hold'em requires not only skills, but also luck. How is your luck?"
Schiller found it difficult to answer his question. He just said, "I think even if there is a lack, I can make up for it with technology."
"Oh, no, of course not. I must participate in your first round of cards tomorrow," Jason said, "even if you play standing up."
Schiller folded the letter and put it in the envelope, sealed it with a wax seal, stood up with the letter and said, "If you lose, you will have to write a book report for a week, and I will let Alfred supervise you."
"What about you? Professor, what if you lose?" Before Schiller could answer, Jason added, "How could I forget that you won't lose. After all, Bruce learned the card-playing skills from you."
"I didn't teach him to cheat," Schiller denied. "His game theory and psychoanalysis are a heavy blow to my teaching reputation."
"I didn't say he stole the cards. In fact, no one said that because we have no evidence." Jason put his head on his hand and sighed, "That's how it is at the poker table. There's nothing we can do unless we catch them in the act."
"Then why did Gordon arrest Jack?"
"He was angry and humiliated," Jason said. "And he was fearless. Even if he sentenced Jack to death, he would be able to find a corresponding crime in Jack's resume. That's why Jack didn't resist."
"When a traitor appears among a group of good people, he is naturally the first suspect, because he is different from them and naturally has no say."
"Isn't it true that no one has a say when facing Bruce Wayne?"
"Of course not. Bruce Wayne wouldn't show up at a barbecue stand and play poker with a bunch of weird guys."
"Then the Joker wouldn't...well, he probably would, so what you're saying is that if someone cheats tomorrow, I'll be the first one to suspect?"
"That's possible." Jason rolled his eyes and said, "In the absence of evidence, whoever is the oddball in the crowd will of course be suspected."
"But I wouldn't be the first suspect." Schiller picked up the envelope in his hand, shook it and said, "He is."
A car drove into the cool morning mist and slowly stopped beside a woods. Victor opened the car door and helped Anna next to him open the door.
Anna was wearing a sports outfit. When she got out of the car, she stretched her arms, took a deep breath and said, "It's great to have money. If I lived here, I would run ten miles every morning."
Victor picked up the phone and asked, "Hello? Nora, where are you driving to? Have you reached Xiangzhang Street? OK, I got it."
Anna turned to look at him and said, "What's wrong?"
"Gillard's daughter is a little carsick. They are stopping by the roadside to get some fresh air. They may be here ten minutes later. Let's take the things over first."
Anna nodded and started moving things out.
Apart from the two of them, the entire car was filled with a variety of camping supplies, food and fishing gear, divided into four packages and two boxes.
"Why did you bring so many things?"
When Schiller's voice suddenly appeared, Victor was so scared that he almost threw away what he was holding.
He saw Schiller, wearing a black coat and a gray scarf, coming out of the fog. He sighed and said, "Can you stop being so elusive? I almost threw out the bait."
"I remember telling you I had everything ready."
"But I bet you missed something." Victor put the box on top of the trunk with some effort and said, "You are not the kind of person who would ask experienced neighbors for necessary items for a camping party, Schiller, you wouldn't do that."
"You're more likely to just find a patch of grass and expect tents and tables and chairs to grow there, and you can't imagine any interesting recreational activities. Fortunately, I read the fishing newspaper and knew there was a good stream here."
Victor showed a smug expression, similar to "Look how well I understand you", and then said in a praise-seeking attitude: "So I brought all the camping supplies we could find at home, including fishing rods, pokers, and even Frisbees! We will have a great time camping here."
Schiller snorted coldly, walked over and picked up a box. Victor and Anna followed him, carrying things. After arriving on the lawn, the two of them admired the beautiful scenery here, while cursing the rich man walking in front of them with gritted teeth.
After crossing a gentle slope of a lawn and passing between two dense beech trees, Anna and Victor were stunned.
This is the south bank of the stream. There is a flat and hard land, a clear river in front and lush trees behind.
Three tents have been set up near the big tree, with neatly arranged camping tables and chairs underneath. Fishing stools are placed near the stream, and barbecue grills and food boxes are placed downwind of these two places.
It was still early in the morning, and the morning mist lingered above the colorful woods. The other side of the stream was a sea of golden, bright orange, deep red and even pale blue. The dim sunlight was like the water of a long river of time, washing it into a weathered Impressionist painting. Gotham's late autumn always carries this kind of silent and tragic beauty.
Schiller stood in the center of the frame, turned his head and smiled at the two of them, and then an extremely inappropriate voice, loud enough to cause the birds in the forest to curse, rang out again.
"Oh my god, how many years do I have to work to afford a house like this?!" Anna has already started to roar, "If I buy it, I will fish here for days and nights, and no one can drive me away!!!"
"No one will chase you away, ma'am." Schiller took the box from Anna's hand and said, "But I suggest you go home at night, otherwise it may cause some trouble to the neighbors."
"Why? They like night fishing?"
"Nighttime is not a good time for fishing, but you can do something else."
"Oh, I understand. Killing someone and dumping the body, right?" Anna went to the riverside to take a look and said, "No wonder the fish are so fat. They must taste great. Have you prepared the seasoning for grilling fish?"
"Pamela said she would." Victor added, "When we got the invitation to your camp, everyone had this anxiety attack called 'I'm afraid Schiller won't do anything.'"
"We think you are doing a performance art, the theme is to invite us all to your house to stare blankly, or you just want to hold your academic conference in a more natural environment."
“So we communicated overnight and everyone brought whatever they could to make sure we would have a real camp.”
Schiller said helplessly, "The seasoning is in the box over there. What do you think I am? A lizard man disguised as a human?"
"I thought of a lizard man joke."
"Don't tell me, let me see your fishing rod." Schiller walked over and took the box from Victor's hand and said, "As expected, they are cheap stuff."
"You can actually tell the value of a fishing rod?"
"Why do I always feel that you have some misunderstanding of me?" Schiller squinted at Victor and said, "What kind of image do you think I am?"
"It's not important." Anna chose to skip the topic and said, "You might as well bring some more things, such as fishing rods. I guess what you prepared is definitely not enough, because anyone who sees the water conditions here will want to have a couple of rods."
"Can you fish, ma'am?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Lure fishing doesn't require any skills." Anna shook her head and said, "Unless you mean making your own lures, which I don't know how to do, but I still know how to cast a rod and wait for the fish to bite."
"Then you are too superficial." Victor took out a fishing rod and said, "You must not often read the fishing newspaper. It says that you should choose different fishing rods according to different hydrological conditions, and there are different ways to start the rod when you catch different fish."
"You sound like a complete theorist." Anna said sarcastically, "There are actually theorists when it comes to fishing. Do you want to compete?"
"Come on, I'll make you understand that theory is very important no matter what field you're in."
After that, the two of them approached the river bank with their fishing rods. Victor looked up the stream and said, "Is there a lake over there?"
"Yeah, we saw it when we drove over here, but it's a really big lake."