PFC Chapter 2963 Leisure Time (33)
Chapter 2963 Leisure Time (33)
Chapter 2963 Leisure Time (Thirty-three)
Some things seem natural when you don't doubt them, but once you start to doubt them, you can find thousands of things wrong with them.
First of all, the sashimi brought by the blind lawyer Matt was actually more than enough for these people to eat. Even as a main course, they could be full, not to mention that Steve and Jason also brought a lot of meat.
In this situation, when the traffic in Los Angeles was the most congested, Schiller still had to drive thousands of miles to the supermarket to buy ingredients for cooking, which seemed a bit too deliberate.
It was obvious that he and Matt had made an appointment long ago. It was impossible for him not to know that Matt would bring enough ingredients. Besides, sashimi would become less fresh as time went by. Buying ingredients and heating up the pan to cook would take too much time. It was not something a true enthusiast would do.
And, most importantly, the Cantonese cuisine cooked by Schiller was actually not that delicious, at least it was not comparable to the one they were eating at now.
If I have to say something, the dishes that Schiller cooked all tasted like sweet soy sauce. They weren’t bad, but they weren’t amazing either.
If Tim had never eaten the food here, he might think it was pretty good. In fact, that's what he thought the night before. Since he had never eaten the authentic one, he thought Schiller's was not bad either.
But when I ate it today, I felt something was wrong.
Of course, that doesn’t mean Schiller is a bad cook who can only eat but not cook. But Tim thought about it carefully. Schiller himself didn’t eat much of the dish he cooked the night before. He knew that the dish was not delicious, so why did he cook it?
Obviously intended to deceive people.
This was a serial scam. On the way to buy ingredients, Schiller had specifically emphasized that he had a light taste. He also talked about a restaurant he no longer liked to go to because it had changed its owner. He specifically emphasized his preference for the taste of the dishes and his pickiness.
Then, he used the ingredients to cook a large table of dishes, showing an eagerness that seemed like he couldn't wait even a day.
Of course, if someone has eaten authentic Cantonese cuisine, they will be able to taste that the quality is really not that good, but it happened that no one at this table had ever eaten fine bran, so everyone tasted it and thought it was pretty good, at least better than a sandwich, and no one doubted it at all.
All this prompted Tim to conclude that his previous investigation was correct, and Schiller actually went there for the Cantonese chef hired for the banquet.
Wait, it might not be me that Schiller wants to mislead, Tim thought. To be more precise, he wants to mislead others by misleading himself.
Who did you contact during the investigation?
Jason, and Jason is now Steve's assistant, which means that Schiller's series of scams were actually to make Steve mistakenly believe that he went to the banquet just for the Cantonese chef.
In other words, this was definitely not his purpose.
What could that be? Tim was puzzled.
What was Steve doing here? Tim thought again that he was here to take charge of security because the FBI said someone might assassinate a congressman at the banquet.
Could Schiller be the assassin who killed the congressman?
This is very interesting, Tim thought excitedly, Schiller wants to assassinate the congressman?
If he doesn’t watch this huge event, he’s not Tim Drake!
But the problem is that there are so many people here now, he can't leave, and he may not be able to make it in time if he drives over.
At this time, Harley stretched and said, "I'm a little sleepy. I want to go back to sleep."
Tim turned the wheel and said, "Okay, I'll take you back."
"No, Barry."
With a flash of golden light, the two of them disappeared.
At this time, Peter opened the car window and put one hand outside the window. Tim looked through the rearview mirror and found that Peter was wearing a ring on his hand that was exactly the same as Schiller's.
It's the ring that can open the portal.
"Peter, what would you think if I said that Dr. Schiller's purpose for going to the party was not pure?"
"Everyone at every banquet has a purpose that is not pure." Peter replied: "Or it would be better to ask what is the purpose of attending a banquet that is pure? Is it just to eat?"
"You sound like a philosopher," Tim commented.
"What do you want to say?"
"I want to watch the fun." Tim grinned and said, "I feel like there will be a lot of fun at this party. Do you want to go?"
Peter stared at Tim through the rearview mirror, shook his head helplessly and said, "If I said I didn't want to, you would have gone anyway."
"The ring on your hand can open a portal, right?"
"Sure, do you want me to take you there?"
"Yes."
"So what price are you going to offer?"
"what?"
"My magic power is precious. It's not cheap to use it once. How much do you plan to pay?"
"You're the most vicious Spider-Man I've ever seen." Tim used the same comment.
"Next time I see Bruce, I'll tell him how you judged others... maybe Alfred?"
"Don't! Damn it, how come everyone knows so much about the Bat-Family?!"
Peter smiled and said, "You are really famous. Once you meet one of them, you can imagine what the others are like."
"People in our universe are different from others...Okay, what do you want?"
"I gave my spider ability to someone else, and now I'm a little stretched to deal with the fighting world. Do you have any good equipment blueprints?"
"I can go find it for you, but I can't guarantee that you can make it in this universe."
"You don't have to worry about that." Peter pushed his glasses and said.
They returned to the hot spring cabin and opened the portal in the backyard. After passing through the portal, Tim found himself behind a tool room. There was a well less than ten meters away.
This is obviously not the city, because when you turn around the tool room you can see the fields that have not been harvested yet, and there are several large buckets that seem to be used to collect rainwater, emitting a damp smell.
Tim sniffed and was about to move forward when Peter grabbed him and said, "Where are you going?"
Tim pointed to the farmhouse in front. It was a stone house, but it was not as small and simple as the common farms. It was more modern and even had floor-to-ceiling windows. It was obvious that it was built later.
"You'll be discovered." Peter said, "If Matt is here, you'll be discovered if you get 50 meters closer to him."
"what?"
"In fact, this is when he is not concentrating. His superpower is 'mind's eye'. When the power is fully activated, he can control all situations within a thousand meters."
"What the hell?!" Tim cursed.
"It's impossible for him to concentrate fully at the banquet, so it'll be fine as long as we stay away from him," said Peter.
"And Captain America." Tim said with a headache, "He should be here soon with those FBI agents. Where should we hide then?"
"It's okay. They don't dare to come in. Compared to their personal safety, the people inside may be more worried about the FBI eavesdropping on their meaningless social conversations, so the agents won't get too close."
"I want to know what happened in the house." Tim thought for a moment and said, "As long as we don't make too much noise while Matt isn't concentrating, it should be okay, right?"
At this point, he realized that Peter was gone. Turning around, he saw a pair of boots being handed to him. Peter, holding a broom and a bucket, said, "He usually judges the physical features of people by the sound of footsteps. We can put on the boots and disguise ourselves as cleaners. It should be no problem."
Tim thought back and remembered that when he and Pamela were eavesdropping in the corner, they didn't pay any attention to the footsteps. After all, they were far away and there was a wall between them, so it was considered respectful to lighten their footsteps a little. Who would have thought that someone could detect an intruder with such a slight sound?
He put on his boots, the jacket of his cleaner's uniform, picked up the bucket and broom, and followed Peter, swaggering forward.
Sure enough, no one noticed him. Even the politician in a suit who came out of the house to smoke didn't even look at them. He just thought they were ordinary cleaners.
Tim knew why. Generally speaking, such gatherings would require a large number of logistics personnel. From the pre-cleaning work to collecting garbage during the party and recycling all kinds of kitchen waste after the party, cleaners were the most indispensable logistics staff.
Because we don’t hold parties every day, we usually wait until the party is about to start to hire a cleaning team temporarily. No one has ever met each other, so naturally there are no familiar faces.
In theory, such an important gathering should have personnel checks.
But the assassination itself was directed and acted by the FBI and politicians. They naturally knew the truth and felt that it was impossible for there to be a killer among all kinds of people, so they probably didn't investigate it seriously at all.
The two pretended to change the water and went around to the back of the house. Before they found Schiller, Tim heard Matt's voice.
He was a little nervous, but Peter gave him a look and shook his head. The two of them kept walking as they walked to the faucet in the backyard and turned on the faucet to let the water run. While they were getting the water, they whispered to each other over the sound of the water.
Just as Tim walked past the window, he saw Matt standing with another young man. That should be his student, the very popular internet lawyer. As for the man opposite him, he didn't know him, but judging from the positions of the people in the room, he should be a big shot.
Tim didn't see Schiller in the room. After he got the water, he signaled to the second floor with his eyes. Peter didn't refuse, and the two of them walked into the house carrying buckets and mops.
As expected, he was stopped. Peter pretended to be confused and said, "Didn't someone spill the juice? Don't we need to clean it up? Then we will..."
The other party obviously just stopped them symbolically and did not actually call to confirm whether any juice was spilled, but just let them go.
Tim shook his head, thinking that the security was too lax. If Schiller could succeed, the organizer of the party would take most of the credit.
The two of them swaggered up to the second floor and soon found Schiller's trace, but the problem was that Schiller pretended to smoke on the second floor, and there was more than one person there, so it was difficult for the two of them to get close.
Peter waved at Tim, and Tim moved towards him. The two pretended to drag the floor in the corridor and went into the bathroom next door. Tim saw that there was a balcony in the bathroom, so he flipped out and then went from the balcony to the balcony on the other side. He could just hear the sound from Schiller's balcony at the corner.
Schiller is on the phone.
"Where are you guys?...Okay, better not be late, the feast is about to begin."
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