The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3508 Research on Cats and Dogs (Fifty-Six)

The meal was an uncomfortable one. Of course, it was mainly because of Yodon that he felt uncomfortable. Schiller ate his vegetables slowly. Elsa finished the steak that was bigger than her head in a few bites and ran to play in the backyard again.

Schiller is certainly not a vegetarian, but he does not like to add sauces when eating vegetarian food, especially Western sauces such as mayonnaise, salad dressing, and vinaigrette.

Vinaigrette, as the name suggests, is a sauce made of oil and vinegar. But this sauce is the healthiest and lowest in calories among all Western food sauces. Other mayonnaise and salad dressings are pure fat.

Moreover, Americans like to add a deadly amount of sugar to mayonnaise, making it sweet and greasy. After it is spread on vegetables, you can't taste the original flavor of the vegetables at all. It tastes like a mixture of fats and oils, which is really not to Schiller's taste.

Of course, he recently discovered the benefit of this habit of his, which is that it can greatly avoid being poisoned.

Poisoning is also very particular, especially for non-lethal poisons. The dosage and state must be controlled very precisely, otherwise it may not work or even kill the person directly.

At this time, high-temperature food is not a good choice. As we all know, high temperature can easily cause chemical products to change in nature, which will most likely weaken the efficacy of the drug and fail to achieve the purpose of precise control.

In other words, steak or soup that has just come out of the pot is not suitable for poisoning. It is possible that the poison, which has been dosed well, has changed its nature under the high temperature and cannot poison a single person, thus wasting a great opportunity.

The best place to start is naturally the cold dishes, including bread, salads, appetizers, drinks and the like.

It would be best if you could poison the alcohol, but sometimes the conditions are not there, or the target is prepared and neither drinks alcohol nor water, then it will be difficult to succeed.

If you have to choose a dish to poison, vegetable salad is actually the best choice.

However, it is not feasible to directly put the poison on vegetables. On the one hand, it may not be evenly distributed, and on the other hand, vegetables themselves have no taste, and many chemicals cannot be completely colorless and tasteless. Humans have a sensitive sense of smell and taste, and they may be able to taste it the moment they put it in their mouths.

In order to cover up the smell, it is best to put it in something with a stronger taste. The best choice is actually the salad dressing in a vegetable salad - it is not hot, the taste is stronger, and when mixed in the salad, the intake can be controlled. The most important thing is that it is easier to do, just put the poison in it and stir it, no additional action is required.

Schiller had already seen that Yoton must have put something in the mayonnaise. But he didn't refuse to eat it because he saw this, but simply because he didn't eat mayonnaise at all.

Some people may say: "Since it's already poisoned, why not just mix the sauce into the vegetable salad? You'll have to eat it anyway, right?"

But this is the peculiarity of a certain type of antisocial personality. They are extremely confident and even conceited, to the point of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He knew that he might fail, but he just wanted to take a gamble. Because if he won, it would prove that God was on his side, that he was the chosen one, the messenger sent by God to punish mortals, and that what he did was right.

Of course, if the other party does not act according to his expectations, he will easily become angry and embarrassed.

For example, now. Despite Joton's repeated sales pitch, Schiller still didn't touch the bottle of sauce, and his face turned a little ugly.

"Professor, I have been so kind to take you two in, provide you with accommodation and food, but you are unwilling to taste the unique sauce of the Yoton family. This is not polite!"

“Sorry, I’m a vegan.”

Schiller's words made Yotton suppress his anger. Looking at his expression, it seemed as if he was about to explode.

In fact, at least in the United States, vegetarianism is not a new trend. As early as the beginning of the 20th century, there were already clear categories, and political correctness was very strong in this regard. Questioning someone's diet is quite unreasonable and offensive, and even in a major occasion, the other party can just walk away.

Schiller had said so, what else could Yoton say? He simply turned and left. Schiller finished his meal, and he did not come back, without any of his previous enthusiasm.

Finding that Jotun was not there, Elsa sneaked back and whispered, "I was scared when I saw that green on the table. I thought he was going to serve broccoli. Fortunately, he didn't."

"Yes, thank goodness," said Schiller, "or you would have eaten them all."

"I won't eat it. It has a weird smell and is disgusting." Aisha wrinkled her nose, then looked at Schiller and said, "There must be something wrong with this guy. You kept saying that we should leave tomorrow morning, so he will definitely attack us tonight."

"Are you afraid?"

"How is that possible? I mean, if he takes action tonight, do you need my help or something?" Aisha gestured and said.

"Don't worry, no need." Schiller said with a smile.

After finishing their meal, Schiller took Aisha out. After all, they had agreed to go to the wheat field to look for aliens, so it would be unreasonable not to go out for a walk.

After walking along the country road and through the wheat fields, we came to the edge of the pit again. But this time, the male police officer was standing opposite the pit. He lowered his head and looked at the soil that had been turned up at the edge of the pit, thinking.

Schiller didn't take Yoden seriously, because he was a nobody and his mind was easy to see through. But he had to be careful with every policeman in this town, because they could all be Martian Manhunter Ron.

This male policeman who frequently appeared before his eyes was suspicious. Schiller knew that he was either Ron or Malafak.

But the key is, is he Ron or Malafak?
Schiller had no way to tell at the moment. On the one hand, they were identical twins, and the Martians' ability to shapeshift was at the molecular level. Even if the gray fog came, it would take the power of the outer gods to distinguish the difference between their souls and tell who was who.

On the other hand, using psychoanalysis to analyze psychics is not completely accurate, because their ability to fake emotions is several levels stronger than that of ordinary people, and they can even directly replace memories. It takes a long time of contact and a lot of information to make a judgment.

Of course, Malafak is not completely without weaknesses. Just from this person's experience, it can be seen that he is an extremely antisocial personality. This extreme is engraved in his bones.

Again, emotions can be acted out, memories can be tampered with, but personality is very difficult to change. This kind of extreme personality is even more difficult to change.

However, to explore the secrets of the other person's personality, you need to have more contact. Having more contact with a psychic can also easily expose yourself. Schiller must be extremely careful.

So, when he saw the figure on the other side of the pit, Schiller quickly organized his thoughts, pulled Aisha slowly over, and told him some reports about aliens.

The policeman was stunned when he saw them coming over, then asked, "You left his house so quickly? Did you not alarm him?"

"We just came out to take a look," Schiller said.

The police frowned, as if he was dissatisfied with Schiller's frivolous attitude. Schiller asked, "Where is your partner?"

"He was on the side of the road and didn't come over," the police said.

"What a coincidence. Before you came, two policemen, a man and a woman, knocked on the door of the Yoton family and told us not to run around and not to go to the town because it's a mess. It's completely contradictory to what you said."

"Are you doubting me?"

"No. Because conflicts are normal. Mr. Yoton is a suspect, and there is no conflict with the chaos in the town. It's just that we came at an unfortunate time."

"You should leave that house," the police officer said. "You should leave for your daughter's safety."

“If we leave there, where else can we go?”

"Drive away overnight," the policeman continued, "You can buy the nearest ticket and rush to the airport as quickly as possible. You should be able to make it in time now."

“But I want to see aliens!” Elsa suddenly shouted, “I’m not going anywhere until I see aliens!”

Schiller cooperated with a helpless expression. The policeman also sighed and said, "You should teach your daughter a lesson. Now is not the time to make a fuss."

"I promised her." Schiller tried his best to play the role of a father. He said, "She begged me for a long time, and I made a promise to her. If I break my promise now, it might leave a psychological trauma on her. But I also told her that if we don't see aliens tonight, we will leave tomorrow morning."

"What if you saw it?"

"What are you talking about?" Schiller asked in surprise, "Where did the aliens come from? Aren't they just rumors spread by those people?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Elsa started to scream, sounding very dissatisfied, so Schiller had to comfort her quickly.

At this time, the policeman came over. Schiller looked at him warily. The policeman suddenly took out a hairpin from his pocket.

It was a pink hairpin with a small strawberry stuck on it, and it had signs of wear and tear.

"This was left by the missing little girl." The policeman pursed his lips and said, "She is about the same age as your daughter and my daughter. She and her mother have been missing for three days. If you continue to stay here, you and your daughter may also disappear."

Schiller took the small hairpin from him. The surface of the hairpin was wiped clean, and the plastic material reflected a faint light.

"Are the mother and daughter here for tourism as well?"

"No, they were going to another attraction in Colorado and were just passing through here and were resting. Then they disappeared and have not been found yet. This hairpin was found at their residence."

"Why did you keep it? Withholding evidence could lead to you being prosecuted."

"I understand. It's just that my daughter has a similar one."

"How old is she?"

"If I were still alive, maybe..."

"Sorry." Schiller apologized first. He remembered that Martian Manhunter had a wife and a child, but the comics didn't specify whether it was a son or a daughter, and some versions were different.

But this alone cannot determine that he is the Martian Manhunter. Because Malafak knows that he has a wife and a daughter, this kind of grief and the feeling of missing someone can also be imitated.

Schiller returned the hairpin and said, "I know exactly what we are doing. I also believe that I have the ability to protect Aisha."

The policeman looked at him deeply and said, "I hope so. May God bless you."

Watching Schiller walking away with Aisha, the policeman slightly tightened his grip on the hairpin. After a while, he seemed to have made a decision and walked quickly out of the wheat field.