The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3517 Research on Cats and Dogs (Sixty-Five)

Victor stared in amazement at the little girl who was sitting on the sofa in Schiller's office eating snacks.

"Where did you get it from?!"

That’s right, this little girl is not Elsa. Elsa is sitting on the carpet nearby, unpacking her latest building block toy.

"Why are you so nervous? It's not for you." Schiller was typing on his computer keyboard to reply to emails. A day passed, and many emails from students accumulated.

"but……"

"How's Billy?" Schiller asked.

"Not very good." Victor paused and said, "The examination results showed that his bones were indeed affected. If this continues, he might develop bone cancer. I contacted Madame Xanadu of the Gotham Academy of Magic and am trying to find a solution."

"Have you decided to adopt him?"

"Yeah, he's actually a pretty good kid. If it weren't for that damn old Shazam... Never mind, let's not talk about it. If he dares to come, I'll blow his head off with an ice pick!"

Then, he fixed his eyes on the little girl again and said, "Who are you going to give her to this time?"

Schiller shook his head without saying anything. He turned off the computer first, then walked over, picked Aisha up from the ground and put her on the sofa.

Elsa twisted her body, somewhat reluctantly, but she was still focused on the toy in her hand. The other little girl was about the same age and size, but her eyes were green.

"Okay, Elsa. We have to take Betty to get checked out. Grab the toys, she might have to stay there for a while."

Aisha nodded, stuffed the building blocks she had just taken apart back into the box, then stuffed the snacks they were eating into his small bag, and then put the bag on his back.

She took Betty's hand and led him out of Schiller's office. Schiller stood at the door and said to Victor: "Betty's mother divorced three months ago. She was killed on her way out to relax. The body has not been found yet."

"She witnessed her mother's death and stayed with her body for several days, which caused her severe psychological trauma. Fortunately, her memory of this incident is greatly blurred. She only knows that this happened, but she can't remember the specific scene."

"Even so, her mental health is a problem. The police contacted all her relatives, but no one was willing to adopt her. And if she went to an orphanage, it was clear that there were no conditions for treatment and rehabilitation."

"I contacted the local Child Protection Association and they helped me with the paperwork. I brought her here in the name of treatment."

"What a terrible disaster," Victor sighed. "Are you going to adopt her? But I'm afraid the legal aspects..."

"No, there is someone else who wants to adopt her."

At this point, Schiller's cell phone rang. He picked up the call:

"Hello? Mr. Junz? ...Have you been there? Yes, I'm on my way to take Betty to the hospital. If you want to see her, come to Arkham Asylum. Maybe we can also talk about her adoption..."

After hanging up the phone, Victor looked at Schiller and said, "You have indeed chosen your target. Who is it this time?"

"Ron Rontz. Martian Manhunter, and a good policeman. I promised James to find him a good one, and we can't let the Metropolitan Police Department get there first."

"With you here, James really needs more good players." Victor couldn't help but sigh.

After leaving the Academic Affairs Building, Schiller found Elsa next to the car in front of the door. She was carrying a pink crossbody bag and was telling Betty about her pink slide castle.

Betty is a very quiet little girl. It's obvious that she is not like this because of stimulation, but she is introverted. When Aisha spoke, she just listened quietly and nodded from time to time.

Gotham lacks such children. Most of the children here are extremely lively, even the new generation born in a more stable era are too energetic.

Schiller got the two of them into the car and drove towards Arkham Asylum.

Although there are many good hospitals in the city, Schiller is more familiar with Arkham Mental Hospital. And specialized hospitals can better deal with Betty's situation.

After arriving at the hospital, Schiller did not go straight to his office, but went through the procedures to register and wait for examination like an ordinary patient.

About ten minutes after they arrived, Ron walked into the hospital gate and saw Schiller waiting in the lobby.

Schiller walked over and shook Ron's hand and said, "Hello, Sheriff. It seems that you had a good talk with the Justice League."

Ron shook his head helplessly and said, "They insisted on throwing a welcome party for me. I had a hard time getting away."

Then he looked down at the little girl next to Schiller. Ron was relieved to see that she was still healthy and sane.

"I didn't delete Betty's memory directly. Instead, I accelerated her forgetting of that memory according to the law of human forgetfulness. But I still retained some vague memories to prevent her from becoming confused."

"Yes, I also think this is the best way. However, you should still see a professional psychologist. What do you think?"

"Of course." Ron nodded. He walked towards Betty, but Betty seemed a little afraid of him and took two steps back.

"You are too big," Schiller said.

I don't know if Ron misjudged the size of humans when he landed on Earth. The John he transformed into was a muscular man nearly two meters tall, with muscles all over his body. Just looking at him made me feel oppressive.

Ron squatted down carefully and tried to communicate with Betty. Schiller glanced at his watch and said, "The examination time is almost up. Here is the registration form. You take her there. I still have to go to the office."

Then he reminded Aisha: "Keep an eye on her, and call me if anything happens."

"Don't worry." Aisha nodded.

Ron saw that this was Schiller giving him a chance to spend time with Betty, so he very carefully stretched out three fingers, held Betty's hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you to the checkup."

When Schiller returned to his office, the first person to knock on the door was Brand. He walked in with a smile, but Schiller rolled his eyes at him.

"It's published. This is for you." Brand handed over a book. Schiller glanced at it and found it was indeed the book "The Shadow of Faraines".

After he got it, he didn't read the previous content, but turned to the end directly. As expected, the part about the sequel of Crazy Laughter was deleted, and the final ending was changed to a group annihilation.

"I didn't expect that the Outer Gods are so gifted at boasting. Do you still have the qualifications to accuse humans of being arrogant?"

"I never said that," Brand said.

"How much did you pay Constantine for the article?"

"I just gave him my phone number and the trapezoid," Brand said, spreading his hands.

"You gave him the trapezohedron?" Schiller looked at Brand in surprise and said, "Aren't you afraid that he will make a huge mess and you will have to clean it up?"

"Since he writes well, I can help him clean up once."

"Then you just wait to see this thing in Lucifer's house." Schiller moved the book away speechlessly.

"Not really?" Brand narrowed his eyes.

"Then you haven't realized the power of Constantine. If Lucifer comes rushing in cursing one day, I won't help you."

Brand came with a smile and left with a worried look on his face.

Since moving to the new campus, Arkham Psychiatric Hospital can basically be regarded as the largest and most professional psychiatric hospital on the entire East Coast.

After the weather in Gotham improved, this place became the most famous sanatorium. The large beach outside was full of people sunbathing.

Schiller's office remained the same, after all, it had been renovated once before. There was no need to renovate it again in just a few years.

However, with the popularization of electronic devices, computers, printers and fax machines are also installed here. There is also a TV installed on the wall outside the door for displaying information.

Schiller used the computer here to reply to the last few emails. When he found that Aisha had not contacted him yet, he logged into the real estate website again and started browsing.

We are still in the Great Depression. Diamond Street, Gotham's largest financial center, is full of frequent flyers every day, and the real estate market has collapsed severely. Schiller no longer wants to see how much his house has fallen to.

But the good news is that his manor in the West End was bought by Harley and turned into the base of the Young Avengers at a very good price. This gave Schiller a lot of extra money.

The Great Depression will end sooner or later, and with the arrival of the millennium, the economy will usher in a wave of growth. It is the best time to invest.

Shiller's investment tendency is quite conservative, so even if he came from a later era in his previous life, he would not use his money to speculate in stocks. After all, there are differences in all aspects of the two worlds, and stock trends are not the same.

Some purely financial products are not very reliable. In the current market, it is more reliable to invest money anywhere than to buy a house.

The land price in Gotham will rise sooner or later, and it will definitely rise to the highest level in the world in the 21st century. Because that's how New York is. As the night of New York, Gotham must be the same.

Schiller already has a house, which he is very satisfied with in every aspect, and he will not change it in the short term. So he plans to buy a shop in a central area, preferably a two-story shop, so that he can have a place to stay when he is in the city center.

Schiller has not decided what kind of store to open, but it would be best if it is a quiet store with few customers that will not affect his life rhythm of teaching at work and playing cards after get off work.

It seems that the best option is a bookstore. However, looking at the bookstore opened by Zatanna and Constantine, it is clear that such a store will eventually starve to death.

While browsing the real estate pages, Schiller suddenly found a good target. In the center of Gotham City, on Dusan Flower Street, sandwiched between the roundabout and Diamond Street, there was a two-story building being auctioned.

This was originally a magazine office, but it seemed to be affected by the Great Depression and could no longer operate. So the entire building was sold. Although the price is high, it is very cost-effective because it was renovated a year ago.

Most importantly, the decoration is a very unique English Tudor style. The sample exhibition hall on the first floor also has a huge lattice colored French window that is said to have been shipped from a manor in England, which is very eye-catching on the whole street.

One of the photos caught Schiller's attention greatly. In the sunny afternoon of Gotham, the sunlight shines through the huge lattice windows onto the dark oak floor of the room, like a river at sunset in the eyes of a tipsy person, creating a retro and hazy atmosphere in the room.

Just as Schiller was zooming in on the photo to see the details, his cell phone rang. Schiller picked it up and saw that it was Gordon calling.

"A big guy named Ron Jongz came to the police station to ask about work. Is he the good guy you mentioned before?"

"Yes, he has a lot of experience. He is also very strong, which makes him very suitable to be the captain of the field team. We are ready to hire him. He also consulted me about buying a house and other matters. It seems that he is planning to live here permanently."

"Okay. As agreed, I've transferred the headhunting fee to you. Remember to check it. Come to the bureau to play cards when you have time. Bye."