Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 4521 - 605: Edge of Tomorrow (14)

"No worries," Shiller said, "It's normal for plaster to fall off. The students will come up with their own explanations."

Victor thought it over and agreed. If he discovered the classroom wall had fallen apart during class, he would likely just call a repairman to deal with it and not suspect a murder had occurred.

Then Shiller started dealing with the window and the outer wall. Thankfully, the exterior wall of the activity building was tiled, and a rinse with the water gun removed the bloodstains. Still, to prevent blood from dripping downstairs, Shiller opted to use a cloth.

He wiped clean the bloodstains on the outer wall with a cloth, rinsed the window frame's gaps with the high-pressure water gun, cleaned the glass, and the rehearsal room was almost done.

Shiller placed the carpet in the corner of the classroom and stuck a note on the nearby wall, indicating that the carpet had been spilled with a drink earlier, cleaned and now drying, please do not approach.

Then he went into the bathroom. The main task awaited because the ceiling near the door also had blood stains that needed the panels to be removed and cleaned.

The high-pressure water gun couldn't be used because there were gaps between the ceiling panels. If blood had seeped inside, it wouldn't be reachable with a water gun; disassembly was necessary to ensure nothing was overlooked.

Taking down the ceiling panels was naturally Victor's job. He had decent manual skills, and this wasn't too difficult. Most ceiling panels aren't welded to the dragon bone, and can be removed with a light upward push.

Once removed, they found, as expected, blood was in the gaps and the backside too. After cleaning them in the sink, they reinstalled them without any issue.

As dawn broke, the two finally finished cleaning all traces from the rehearsal room. They loaded the bassist's body into the car, completing the work.

"Where do we take this thing?" Victor said as he opened the car door and glanced at the trunk, "Should we store it in the low-temperature warehouse first?"

"That wouldn't work. He isn't a street thug or a homeless person whose disappearance would go unnoticed. Being able to attend college indicates a decent family background; if he goes missing, his parents will look for him, and the school might bear responsibility."

"What do we do then?"

"We need to fabricate a reasonable cause of death." Shiller sighed lightly, "Call Waylon... I mean, Killer Croc, have him wait for us at the intersection ahead."

Victor nodded and contacted Waylon as Shiller instructed. The two parties quickly met at an intersection's east side.

Victor placed the wrapped body into Waylon's car. Shiller said, "This guy meant harm towards Harley, and Harley took him out. But since he's a university student, we need a reasonable death method for him. Where's the most chaotic bar street frequented by university students?"

Waylon thought for a moment, "There are quite a few bar streets around Gotham University, but the most chaotic has to be the Gold Cup Bar. It's a distribution point for drugs, beloved by addicts, and the Mob fights for territory there, with bloodshed almost daily."

"That's perfect." Shiller said, "Are there any small-scale cheap bars there? Preferably where the owner and staff are just one or two people, with chaotic management, and incidents wouldn't be surprising."

"Tail Alley Bar." Waylon said, "The drug quality there is bad, mostly moldy stock from the docks, but it's cheap. Those who've ruined their brains and can't make money all gather there."

Shiller signaled to Waylon, "Take the guy there with us."

The three got into Waylon's car again, driving towards Tail Alley Bar. But the car didn't stop in front of the bar, instead, it stopped at a street corner.

Waylon carried the body, with Shiller leading the way. Upon arrival, it indeed matched Shiller's description.

This bar is located at the very end of the street, half-underground structure, with no back door or windows, it's rather ideal in terms of terrain, and it's small and dirty. Even before entering, there's a strong smell of smoke and vomit.

Shiller sighed again, thought for a moment about how to spend the 500,000 in his mind, and then pushed the door open and went inside.

Many people were lying on the tables and ground, some were still smoking, while others had already passed out.

There was no bartender in front of the bar counter, but there was a vague silhouette sitting behind that looked like the owner, who didn't come out even after hearing someone enter, seemingly thinking it was another overdose.

Now that it's daylight, there weren't many people in the bar, four or five in the front and one or two in the back.

Waylon directly threw the corpse he had in the middle of the room and casually tossed the cloth and plastic sheet stained with blood over as well. Victor came in carrying a bucket of gasoline, which he had drawn from his car.

He brazenly splashed gasoline everywhere, even onto those drunken and intoxicated bodies, but not a single person reacted, seemingly considering them illusions seen during an overdose.

After a bucket of gasoline was splashed, the bar owner finally came over from the back. He was stunned when he saw them because Shiller and this group didn't look like the kind of people who would come here. But before he could ask, Shiller directly tossed the lighter to the ground.

Suddenly, flames roared up. The group quickly retreated outside and conveniently blocked the door.

Despite this, the people inside had no intention of fleeing. It was just the right time for hangovers, and by the time neighbors saw the thick smoke, everything inside had already burned to charcoal.

"Finally done." Victor sighed, "I'm going back to the office for a good sleep."

"Don't rush, there's still the most crucial link missing from the evidence chain." Shiller took out his phone, found a junction on the web navigation, "This junction has surveillance cameras from Gotham Police Department on the streetlamp, which can just capture the entrance to the bar street."

"Although theoretically, this camera belongs to Gotham Police Department, the images are actually stored at a precinct. Gotham University is an independent community with its own police precinct." Shiller had Waylon take the two of them to this precinct.

The time was still early, and the police hadn't started work yet. Shiller skillfully avoided the precinct's cameras and arrived at the surveillance room.

While Victor was opening the computer, Shiller called Harley. He thought Harley should be awake by this time.

"Hello? You're up? You're already in class? ... It's nothing, don't mention it. I just wanted to ask you, the guy who attacked you, at what times does he usually go to the bar?"

"Don't ask me 'how do you know'... No, I don't do fortune-telling for dead men. Miss, we just spent a night working for you, let's save each other some sleep time."

"Every Thursday to Saturday around 9 PM? Okay, I got it."

Shiller glanced at the calendar, today happened to be Thursday. If the Bassist was not planning to attack Harley, then he would definitely go to the bar today. He certainly has some luck in this aspect.

"Check the surveillance footage from a Sunday half a year ago." Shiller said.

After searching for a while, Victor said, "Found it, this should be him, right?"

On the screen, the man wearing a white jacket parked his car and walked toward the bar street, his figure soon disappearing at the junction.

Next, without Shiller instructing, Victor also knew what to do. He directly overwrote today's footage with this clip.

If Harley knew when the Bassist would go to the bar, the other members of the band certainly knew too. Coupling with this surveillance footage, it allowed the testimony and evidence to be complete, the evidence chain entire, and the cause of death could be concluded.

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"Now it's genuinely over." Shiller gently breathed out and said, "I'm going back to rest as well."

"That girl..." Victor said worriedly.

"What?"

"The girl who burst in before." He continued, "If the police interrogate her, won't she leak something?"

"Since Harley dares to say that, presumably she is confident. I think we can choose to trust her." Shiller said.

"Right, Harley is skilled in this area too. I suppose I'm overthinking." Victor nodded in agreement.

Shiller wasn't completely trusting Harley unconditionally. Just by thinking a bit, it was evident that the appearance timing of the band's lead singer was very odd. It was already evening, yet there was no practice session, so why was he going to the rehearsal room?

Moreover, from Harley's previous descriptions, it was apparent that the Bassist and the lead singer had some unclear and ambiguous things going on. This matter is very likely a conspiracy between the two, the lead singer's appearance was meant to help the Bassist.

Unfortunately, they had no idea what kind of madness was hidden beneath Harley's seemingly gentle exterior. An unfrenzied Harley Quinn could be even stronger than a frenzied one. After all, she could become Joker's psychiatrist.