amaotonovel Chapter 3568 Edge of Tomorrow (4)
Chapter 3568 Edge of Tomorrow (4)
Chapter 3568 Edge of Tomorrow (XIV)
Schiller first made a pair of simple water shoes with leftover plastic sheets, which he wrapped around his knees to prevent water from splashing onto his pants.
Then he began to pour water on the bathroom tiles. As far as he knew, the waterproofing of the new campus was very good, and all places that needed water were carefully waterproofed, so it was unlikely that it would leak directly to the floor below.
The water from both taps was running very fast. The water on the bathroom floor was above the ankles, and Schiller poured the detergent in first.
Spread the carpet flat, pick up the brush and start brushing.
Although there was a lot of blood on the carpet, it was fresh blood after all, not old dirt, and it had not completely seeped into every gap in the carpet. It was all brushed off after a few strokes.
With the help of a strong detergent, the blood quickly disappeared. When he was almost done, Schiller opened the bathroom floor drain, drained the water, and put the carpet aside to dry.
When Victor returned to the room, he had almost finished washing the floor and furniture. Schiller turned down the power of the water gun, added detergent to the water tank, and began to spray water on the floor.
After sprinkling water, continue to scrape with the scraper. After scraping, rinse with a water gun, and the floor will be basically clean.
The more troublesome part was the wall. The wall below the window was covered in blood, and the wall was not decorated with wallboard or anything like that. It was just an ordinary white wall, and the blood had completely seeped into it.
Schiller scraped off that part of the wall, sprayed it with detergent, and then used the steam mode of the water gun to sweep it again. The blood was basically invisible, but there was a large bald spot on the wall, which looked very strange.
"What should we do? It's probably too late to repair the wall." Victor said with some distress.
"It's all right," Schiller said. "It's normal for the paint to fall off. The students will figure out how to explain it themselves."
Victor thought about it and agreed. If he found the wall of the classroom was falling off during class, he would probably just call a repairman to fix it, and would not think that a murder had occurred here.
Then Schiller started to deal with the windows and exterior walls. Fortunately, the exterior walls of the mobile building were tiled, so the blood stains could be washed away with a water gun. However, in order to prevent the blood from dripping downstairs, Schiller still chose to use a rag.
Use a rag to wipe clean the blood stains on the outer wall, rinse clean the gaps in the window frames with a high-pressure water gun, and then wipe clean the glass, and the rehearsal classroom is basically ready.
Schiller placed the carpet in the corner of the classroom and posted a note on the wall next to it, saying that drinks had been spilled on the carpet and it was being washed and dried, so please do not approach.
Then they went into the bathroom. The next step was the highlight, because there was blood on the ceiling near the door. They needed to remove the two ceiling panels and clean them.
The reason why you can't use a high-pressure water gun is that there are gaps between the ceiling tiles. If blood gets in there, the high-pressure water gun will definitely not be able to flush it out, and it must be disassembled and checked, otherwise there may be omissions.
Of course, Victor was the one who did the job of removing the ceiling. He had good manual skills, and it wasn't difficult. Most ceiling tiles were not welded to the keel, and could be removed by gently pushing upwards.
After taking it down, they found that there was blood in the gap and on the back. After washing it clean in the sink and installing it again, there was no problem.
At daybreak, the two finally cleaned up all traces in the rehearsal room and moved the bassist's body into the car, and the work was basically completed.
"Where should this thing be sent?" Victor said as he opened the car door and glanced at the trunk, "How about putting it in a cryogenic storage first?"
"That won't work. He's not a street thug or a homeless person. No one would care if he disappeared. The fact that he can go to college means that his family is well-off. If he disappears, his parents will come looking for him, and the school may also be held responsible."
"What should I do?"
"We need to forge a reasonable reason for death." Schiller sighed softly and said, "Call Waylon... I mean, Killer Croc, and ask him to drive to the intersection ahead and wait for us."
Victor nodded and contacted Waylon as Schiller said. The two parties soon met on the east side of an intersection.
Victor put the wrapped body into Waylon's car. Schiller said, "This guy had bad intentions towards Harley, and was killed by Harley. But because he was a college student, we have to find a more reasonable way for him to die. Where is the most chaotic bar street frequented by college students?"
Waylon thought for a moment and said, "There are many bar streets near Gotham University, but the most chaotic one is the Gold Cup Bar. It's a drug distribution point, drug addicts love to hang out there, and gangs also fight for territory there. There are bloody incidents almost every day."
"That's right," Schiller said. "Are there any small, cheap bars out there? It would be best if there were only one or two people, including the owner and waiters, and the management was chaotic. It's not surprising that something bad would happen at any time."
"The End Alley," Waylon said. "The drugs there are of low quality, mostly damp stuff from the docks, but they're cheap. All the drug addicts who've drugged themselves to death and can't make any money hang out there."
Schiller winked at Waylon and said, "Take this guy with you and let's go over there."
The three of them got back into Waylon's car and drove towards the Alley Bar. But the car did not stop in front of the bar, but at an intersection across the street.
Wei Lun carried the body, and Schiller walked in front. When they arrived at the place, they found that it was exactly as Schiller described.
This bar is at the end of the street, a semi-underground structure with no back door or windows, ideal terrain, small and dirty. Before entering, you can smell a strong stench of cigarettes and vomit.
Schiller sighed again, thought about how to spend the 50 yuan, then pushed the door and walked in.
There were many people lying on the table and on the ground, some were still smoking, and some had already fainted.
There was no bartender in front of the bar. There was a figure vaguely sitting at the back who looked like the boss, but when he heard someone come in, he didn't come out to see. It seemed that he thought someone was high again.
It's daybreak now and there aren't many people in the bar, about four or five in the front and one or two in the back.
Waylon threw the body in the middle of the house, and threw the rag and the bloody plastic sheet over there. When Victor came in, he was carrying a bucket of gasoline from his car.
He just blatantly poured gasoline everywhere, even on the drunk drug addicts, but no one reacted, as if they all thought they were hallucinations due to drug overdose.
After the bucket of gasoline was poured, the bar owner came over from behind. He was stunned when he saw them, because Schiller and his group didn't look like people who would come to this place. But before he could ask, Schiller threw the lighter to the ground.
Suddenly, flames rose up. Several people quickly retreated outside and blocked the door.
Even so, the people in the house had no intention of running away. It was just the hangover time, and by the time the neighbors saw the smoke, the house had already been burned to charcoal.
"Finally I'm done." Victor sighed, "I'm going back to the office to have a good sleep."
"Don't worry, the chain of evidence is still missing the most crucial link." Schiller took out his phone and found an intersection on the web navigation. "There is a Gotham Police Department surveillance camera on the street light at this intersection, which can just capture the entrance to the bar street."
"Although this camera theoretically belongs to the Gotham Police Department, the video footage and other information are actually stored in the branch. Gotham University is an independent community with an independent police station." Schiller asked Waylon to take the two of them to the branch.
It was still early and the police were not at work yet. Schiller skillfully avoided the cameras in the police station and came to the monitoring room.
While asking Victor to turn on the computer, he called Harley, thinking that Harley should be up by now.
"Hello? Are you up? Are you already in the classroom? ...Nothing, don't be polite. I want to ask you, what time does the guy who attacked you usually go to the bar?"
"Don't ask me questions like 'how do you know'... No, I can't tell fortunes for the dead. Miss, we have been busy all night for you, let's save some sleep for each other."
"Every Thursday through Saturday around 9pm? OK, I get it."
Schiller glanced at the calendar. Today was Thursday. If the bassist wasn't planning to attack Harley, he would have gone to the bar today. He was lucky in that regard.
"Check the surveillance video from a Sunday six months ago," Schiller said.
After checking for a while, Victor said, "Found it. This should be him, right?"
On the screen, a man in a white coat parked his car, walked towards the bar street, and his figure quickly disappeared at the intersection.
Next, Victor knew what to do without Schiller's instructions. He directly overwrote this video on top of today's video.
If Harley knew when the bassist would go to the bar, then the other people in the band must have known it. Combined with this surveillance video, we can have both human and material evidence, a complete chain of evidence, and a final conclusion on the cause of death.
"I'm finally done with my work." Schiller exhaled softly and said, "I'm going to go back and rest for a while."
"That girl..." Victor said a little worriedly.
"what?"
"The girl who broke in earlier," he continued, "if the police question her, will she really not let the cat out of the bag?"
"Since Harley dares to say that, she must be sure. I think we can choose to believe her," Schiller said.
"That's right, Harry is also very skilled in this area. I think I'm a little too worried." Victor nodded.
Schiller didn't trust Harley unconditionally. Just a little thought would tell him that the timing of the lead singer's appearance was very wrong. It was already evening, but there was no rehearsal activity. What was he doing in the rehearsal room?
Moreover, from Harley's previous description, we can know that there was some confusion between the bassist and the lead singer. It is very likely that the two of them conspired together, and the lead singer appeared at this time just to help the bassist.
Unfortunately, they don't know what kind of crazy soul is hidden under Harley's seemingly quiet appearance. The non-crazy Harley Quinn is even stronger than the crazy one. You know, she can be the Joker's psychologist.