PFC Chapter 2585: Xiao Xiao Down (69)
Chapter 2585: Xiao Xiao Down (69)
Chapter 2585: Xiao Xiao Down (Sixty-nine)
Around noon the next day, Schiller and Martin returned to the second-hand market together. In addition to the fishing lines and ropes that had almost been used up and needed to be purchased, Schiller also planned to buy some fishing gear.
He felt that he would not be able to hold this housewarming party in the house. The big hole could not be filled in a short time, and the various tools were placed in a mess. More importantly, the bloody smell would not dissipate in a short time. The refrigerator was broken and he had not bought a new one. There was no place to put the freezer he brought from the manor. It would take too much time to clean up all this mess.
But one of the reasons why Schiller chose this house was the large lawn and lake behind it. Although these places are public green spaces, due to their location, they are basically equivalent to his private ones.
So why not have a lawn party?
When Schiller dumped the body, he found a pretty nice green space by the lake, not far from the forest and very flat. At noon, the sunlight shone through the forest and cast beautiful mottled shadows on the grass, making it very suitable for picnics and camping.
Schiller observed the water of the small lake and found that there were quite a lot of fish in it. He had seen several neighbors fishing in the lower reaches of the lake and had a good catch.
The United States and Canada are both paradises for lure fishing. There are abundant water veins here, and most fish can be caught with lures. There are good fish to catch in almost every season. Therefore, the United States can be said to be the country with the largest proportion of fishing enthusiasts.
Schiller was not very good at fishing, and his previous sea fishing trips all ended in failure. However, Schiller believed that it was because of the curse given to him by Atlan. Now that Atlan was gone, he had a good relationship with Arthur, and this time he was fishing in the lake, so he didn't believe that he wouldn't catch anything.
The more troublesome thing is that he doesn't know how to fish with lures, but he has observed that every Wednesday there is a neighbor fishing on a large rock on the downstream shore, so maybe he could go over and ask for advice.
Anyway, he has sent invitations to almost every neighbor, so he just needs to start with this topic. Maybe he can even hear their opinions on activities such as camping parties.
Of course, just don't let him know what the fish he caught had eaten last night.
Martin took Schiller to buy fishing gear. The owner of the fishing gear store was very enthusiastic. He introduced Schiller to various lure fishing rods and baits, and suggested that Schiller make his own bait. He also taught him how to make it.
The materials used for lures are rich and varied, but most of them are soft materials that simulate the movement of small fish, such as various feathers, hair, and plastic products that can simulate rich colors.
However, the fishing gear owner was still puzzled as to why Schiller bought so much fishing line at one time, but after Martin's explanation, the boss did not ask any more questions.
Next, Martin took Schiller through many twists and turns and came to the basement of a bar near the second-hand trading market. Apparently he had an appointment here.
This place was a mixed crowd, and almost no one knew Schiller. After Schiller went down, he and Martin found a place to sit down and found that there was not the strong smell of smoke and alcohol as he had imagined.
"I know you can't stand those chaotic bars. In fact, I don't like them either. The smell of alcohol and leaves is fine, but there are always people vomiting on the ground. No one can stand the smell of vomit."
"This is a relatively quiet bar I often come to." Martin pointed to the door and said, "It's suitable for discussing business."
When Schiller turned around, he saw a group of people of Mexican descent coming over and bumping fists with Martin, and the two sides introduced themselves to each other.
"You said you had a big order." The man in the turban spoke with a heavier Spanish accent. He said, "Let me make it clear first, we only accept good goods."
"Of course, what I have the most here is good stuff."
"Why should we trust you?"
"I'm a surgeon."
The man on the other side looked at each other, but was still not satisfied. He said, "We also have professional doctors here, man. Doctors are the least valuable. We need you to explain the source of the goods."
"I'm a serial killer."
The other party was stunned.
“I moved to a new neighborhood and there were so many people there that I hated,” Schiller said. “I was ready to get rid of them all, but I felt like they could provide me with greater value.”
The other party seemed to have never seen such a straightforward seller. After hesitating for a while, they all looked at Martin. Martin nodded and said, "I can assure you that he has sufficient supply, but you must provide professional equipment and pick up the goods in time. The price must also be..."
"Price is easy to negotiate." The Mexican curled his lips and said, "We only supply high-end customers, there are no middlemen to make a profit from the price difference."
He took a piece of paper, wrote a number on it and handed it to Schiller. When Schiller saw it, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Is business so good recently?"
"Many suppliers have quit in the past, and the supply is in short supply recently." The other party sighed and said, "As long as your quality is good enough, we can still pay more, but it must be fast."
"Okay, that's it. You can send the storage equipment to my house first. This is the address. You can pick it up tonight."
"So fast? Are you sure it's fresh?"
"I've already told you that I'm a surgeon. I know the essentials of organ transplantation better than you do."
Seeing how confident he was, the other party still had some doubts, but for Martin's sake he said nothing.
"You are quite impressive," Schiller said. "It seems you are born to be an intelligence worker."
Martin made a bitter face and said, "But I don't like this job. I just want to survive."
"Then go do something you like."
"What."
"You'll find out later."
On the way back, Martin drove and Schiller kept texting. When they got home, Jonathan and Valentine were already waiting outside the door.
"What big business?" Jonathan rubbed his hands and said, "Are you sure it's as good as you say?"
Schiller opened the door, let the two of them in and said, "You'll know in a moment, come in first."
Schiller took them to the backyard, where there was a strange device. Schiller put the two mechanical objects he found in Clay's body yesterday into it.
Soon, a series of strange readings appeared on the device. Jonathan looked at the device and asked, "What is this? It looks like some kind of frequency detector."
"It is it." Schiller nodded and said, "I borrowed it from a friend in another universe... Well, it is indeed a fool-proof operation."
"How dare you tolerate people calling you a fool." Jonathan got the point.
"It's OK as long as it works." Schiller said, "Is this the key to our big business, or do you actually have no shortage of money?"
Before Jonathan could continue to be stubborn, Schiller began to tell them about his experiences in recent days, mainly about clones.
"Oh, I see." Jonathan glanced at the machine and said, "So this thing can help you tell which one is a clone."
"Yes, their brainwaves are simulated very well, but they are still inferior to Batman's detection device. This machine can conduct a wide-area brainwave search, find the clones around, and display their locations."
"You're going to kill the clones?" Valentine asked. "But what's the point? There should be an endless supply of them."
"It would be better if they were infinite, so that our money would be infinite as well." Now Schiller no longer felt awkward when talking about money.
"You plan to sell them? Organs?" Valentine immediately realized Schiller's plan.
"But isn't this a bit too much trouble? We have to kill them first, then take out their organs, process them and put them into equipment, and finally dispose of the bodies." Jonathan said with some embarrassment: "It's better to go and work."
"Someone will take care of the bodies for us, and the organs alone won't fetch a good price, and money in the secular sense won't be of much use."
"Are you planning to..."
"Martin, come here." Schiller turned around and shouted. Martin, who was sitting in the house playing games on his mobile phone, immediately responded and walked over.
"Draw a sacrificial circle here." Schiller pointed to the ground.
"what?"
"How did you sacrifice that unfortunate fellow to the ancestral gods that day? Didn't you draw a magic circle?"
"Uh, yes, but who are we going to sacrifice now? Both of them?"
"Clones, of course."
Martin's eyes widened as he said, "Clones, but how can clones be sacrificed? They are not human beings at all, and they don't have souls."
"Really?" Schiller looked at the machine, the EEG readings on it kept jumping, and he said, "We'll know if we try."
"But that's not possible... Isn't that equivalent to fraud? I mean, that's the ancestor god, how can I lie to my ancestors?"
Martin's features wrinkled again.
"Who said we need to pay more?"
"How much can I add?"
"The power to change is all yours."
Martin's facial features instantly relaxed and he smiled happily. He said, "Let's do it. Our ancestors are not outsiders anyway."
So they began to put the plan into practice, and the machine happened to show that two clones were approaching Schiller's house.
Jonathan walked to the front of the house, leaned on the window and looked out, saying, "These two guys are following me. If Amanda sent them as you said, they might be trying to seduce me to kill them."
"More clones will be sent to you, constantly provoking you, asking you to kill them, and working you to death until you show a flaw." Schiller speculated, "You may even voluntarily surrender to them because you don't want to live such a tiring life anymore."
"How despicable." Jonathan cursed, and then he looked at Schiller with ill intent and said, "Amanda is your student, right? Can you teach her something good? You revealed our weaknesses so easily?"
"It's been a while since he's only cared about his students," Valentine said. "They look like they're going to knock on the door. Who's going?"
"You wronged me." Schiller said, "Amanda has evolved on her own, but I do feel guilty for not guiding her well over the years. It just so happens that I have learned something new and now I can show it to her."
"Like how to sell multiple products at the same time." Jonathan mocked, "While we are all pursuing art, you are secretly learning how to make money. You two are equally despicable."
"This is my house." Schiller knocked on the wall and said, "Because of your rude attitude, the first order is given to you. Come on."
"I'll do it, I'll do it."
"You can't use toxins to avoid contaminating the organs."
"In your eyes, am I the kind of killer who can't do anything without poison? You underestimate me."
Schiller gestured "please", and Jonathan rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the door.
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