Chapter 2989 Leisure Time (Thirty-Three)

Chapter 2963 Leisure Time (Thirty-three)

Some things seem to be natural when you don't doubt them, but once you doubt them, you can find thousands of things wrong.

First of all, the sashimi brought by the blind lawyer Matt is actually enough for these people to eat. Even if it is used as a main course, they can be full, not to mention that Steve and Jason also brought a lot of meat.

In this case, when Los Angeles is the most congested, Schiller still has to drive a long way to the supermarket to buy ingredients and cook, which seems a bit too deliberate.

He and Matt obviously made an appointment long ago. It is impossible for him not to know that Matt will bring enough ingredients. Moreover, sashimi will become less fresh as time goes by. It takes too much time to buy ingredients and heat up the pan to cook. It doesn't seem like what a true enthusiast would do.

Moreover, and most importantly, the Cantonese cuisine made by Schiller is actually not very delicious, at least it is completely incomparable to the one they are eating now.

If you have to say, the dishes that Schiller fried tasted sweet soy sauce. It was not unpalatable, but it was not amazing either.

If Tim had never eaten the food of this restaurant, he might think it was good. In fact, he thought so the night before yesterday. Because he had never eaten the authentic one, he thought that the one made by Schiller was also good.

But when he ate it today, he felt something was wrong.

Of course, it doesn't mean that Schiller can't be a bad cook who can only eat but not cook. But Tim thought about it carefully. Schiller didn't eat much of the food he made the night before yesterday. He knew that the food was not delicious, so why did he cook it?

It was obviously to deceive people.

This is a serial scam. On the way to buy ingredients, Schiller also emphasized that he had a light taste. He also talked about a restaurant that he didn't like to go to because of a change of people. He emphasized his preference and pickyness for the taste of the dishes.

Then, he used the pile of ingredients to make a large table of dishes, showing an eagerness that couldn't wait even a day.

Of course, if someone has eaten authentic Cantonese cuisine, they can taste that the level is really not very good, but the people at this table have not eaten fine bran much, and everyone tasted it and thought it was not bad, at least it tasted better than the sandwich, and no one doubted it at all.

All this prompted Tim to believe that his previous investigation was correct, and Schiller actually went to the Cantonese chef hired for the banquet.

Wait, Schiller might not want to mislead him, Tim thought, to be precise, he was using misleading himself to mislead others.

Who did he contact during the investigation?

Jason, and Jason is now Steve's assistant, which means that Schiller's series of scams are actually to make Steve mistakenly think that he went to the banquet for the Cantonese chef.

That is to say, his purpose is definitely not this.

What could it be? Tim was a little confused.

What is Steve here for? Tim thought again that he came here to take charge of security because the FBI said that someone might assassinate a congressman at the banquet.

Schiller is not the assassin who assassinated the congressman, right? ? ?

This is interesting. Tim was a little excited and thought, Schiller is going to assassinate the congressman?

With such a big scene, if he doesn't watch, he won't be called Tim Drake!

But the problem is that there are so many people here now, he can't leave, and it may not be in time to drive over.

At this time, Harley stretched and said, "I'm a little sleepy, I want to go back and sleep."

Tim turned the steering wheel and said, "Okay, I'll take you back."

"No, Barry."

A flash of golden light, and 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 exactly like Schiller's.

It was the ring that could open the portal.

"Peter, if I say that Dr. Schiller's purpose of going to the banquet is not pure, what would you think?"

"Everyone at every banquet has a purpose that is not pure." Peter replied: "Or it is better to ask what kind of purpose of attending a banquet is called pure? Is it just to go to eat?"

"You are like a philosopher." Tim commented.

"What do you want to say?"

"I want to watch the fun." Tim grinned and said, "I feel that 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, "Even if I said I didn't want to, you would still go."

"The ring on your hand can open the portal, right?"

"Sure, do you want me to take you there?"

"Yes."

"Then what price are you going to ask?"

"What?"

"My magic power is very precious. It's not cheap to use it once. How much are you going to pay?"

"You are really the most vicious Spider-Man I have ever seen." Tim used the same comment.

"Next time I see Bruce, I'll tell him how you evaluate 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. As long as you meet one of them, you can imagine what the others are like."

"People in our universe are different from others... Well, what do you want?"

"I gave my spider ability to others, and now I'm a little stretched to deal with the fighting world. Do you have any good equipment drawings?"

"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 with a well less than ten meters away.

This place is obviously no longer in the city, because after turning around the tool room, you can see the fields that have not yet been harvested, and there are several large buckets that seem to be used to catch rainwater, exuding 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 of him. It was a stone house, but it was not as small and simple as a common farm. It was more modern and even had floor-to-ceiling windows. It looked like it was built later.

"It will be discovered." Peter said: "If Matt is there, you will be discovered if you get closer to him 50 meters."

"What?"

"In fact, this is when he is not concentrating. His superpower is the '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 at the banquet. As long as we stay away, it'll be fine," Peter said.

"And Captain America." Tim said with a headache: "He and the FBI agents should arrive soon. Where will we hide then?"

"It's okay. They don't dare to come in. Rather than personal safety, the people inside may be more worried about the FBI eavesdropping on their useless social talk, so the agents won't get too close."

"I want to know what happened in the house." Tim thought for a while and said, "With Matt not concentrating, as long as we don't make too much noise, it should be fine, right?"

At this point, he found that Peter was missing. He turned around and a pair of boots was handed over. Peter carried a broom and a bucket and said, "He usually judges the physical characteristics of people by the sound of footsteps. We can put on the boots." Pretending to be a cleaner should be fine."

Tim thought about it. When he and Pamela were listening to the corner, they didn't pay attention to the footsteps at all. After all, they were far away and separated by a wall. It was considered respectful to step a little slower. Who would have thought that someone How can an intruder be detected with such a slight sound?

He put on his boots and the coat of the cleaner's uniform, picked up the bucket and broom, followed Peter, and walked forward in a swagger.

Sure enough, no one noticed him, not even the politician in a suit and tie who came out of the house to smoke a cigarette did not take a second look at them and only regarded them as ordinary cleaners.

Tim knew why. Generally speaking, such a party would require a huge number of logistics personnel. The cleaning staff would collect garbage during the party and recycle all kinds of food waste after the party. Cleaners were the most indispensable logistics personnel. staff.

Because parties are not held every day, they basically wait until the party is about to start before hiring a team of cleaners temporarily. Everyone has never met each other, so naturally there are no familiar faces.

In theory, such an important gathering would require personnel checks.

But the assassination itself was self-directed and performed by the FBI and politicians. They naturally knew the truth and felt that there could not be a real killer among all kinds of people, so they probably did not investigate seriously at all.

The two pretended to change the water and went around to the back of the house. Before they could find Schiller, Tim heard Matt's voice first.

He was a little nervous, but Peter gave him a look and shook his head. The two of them walked at the same frequency as the faucet in the backyard and turned on the water. While receiving the water, they communicated quietly through the sound of the water.

When Tim just 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 person opposite, he didn't know him, but from his personal position in the room From the looks of it, he should be a big shot.

Tim didn't see Schiller in the room. After he finished collecting the water, he gestured to the second floor with his eyes. Peter didn't refuse, so the two of them walked into the house carrying the bucket and mop.

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 stopped them symbolically, and did not actually call to confirm whether any juice had been spilled, but just let them pass.

Tim shook his head, feeling in his mind that the security was too loose. If Schiller could succeed, the organizer of this party would have to take the lead.

The two swaggered up to the second floor and soon discovered Schiller's traces. But what was more troublesome was that Schiller pretended to be smoking on the second floor, but he was not alone there, and it was difficult for the two of them to get close.

Peter waved to Tim, and Tim leaned towards him. The two pretended to drag the floor of the corridor and entered the bathroom next to it. Tim saw that there was a balcony in the bathroom, so he climbed out and came from the balcony. From the balcony on the other side, the sound from Schiller's balcony could just be heard around the corner.

Schiller is on the phone.

"Where have you been?...Okay, you better not be late, the feast is about to begin."

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