Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 4460: Revised - 3545 Research on Cats and Dogs (56)

Chapter 4460 - Revised: Chapter 3545 Research on Cats and Dogs (56)

The meal was excruciatingly tense. Of course, it was Jotun who felt like sitting on pins and needles. Shiller leisurely ate his vegetables. Aisha quickly finished a steak bigger than her head and ran off to play in the backyard.

Shiller was not a vegetarian, but when he ate vegetarian food, he did not like adding sauces, especially Western sauces like mayonnaise, salad dressing, and vinaigrette.

Vinaigrette is, as the name suggests, a sauce made of oil and vinegar. But this sauce is the healthiest and lowest in calories among all Western sauces. Mayonnaise and salad dressings are basically pure fats.

Moreover, Americans like to add lethal amounts of sugar to mayonnaise, making it overly sweet and greasy. Once smeared on vegetables, you can't taste even a bit of the vegetables' original flavor; it feels like eating a fat mixture, which really doesn't suit Shiller's taste.

Of course, recently he discovered the advantage of this habit, which is that it can greatly avoid being poisoned.

Poisoning has its intricacies, especially when it involves non-lethal poisons. The dose and state must be precisely controlled; otherwise, it might be ineffective or kill the person outright.

High-temperature foods are not a good choice in this situation. It is well known that high temperatures can change the properties of chemical substances, mostly weakening the efficacy of the poison, preventing precise control.

This means that freshly cooked steaks or soups are not suitable for poisoning. Poisons put in with precisely calculated doses might change properties under high temperatures, leaving the person unaffected and missing a good opportunity.

The best places to apply poison are naturally cold dishes, including bread, salads, appetizers, and drinks.

It's best if you can poison the drinks, but sometimes the conditions are not there, or the target is already on guard, neither drinking alcohol nor water, making it very difficult to succeed.

If you must choose a dish to poison, vegetable salads are actually the best choice.

However, directly poisoning the vegetables won't work. On one hand, it might be uneven, and on the other hand, vegetables themselves have little flavor, and many chemicals cannot achieve complete colorlessness and odorlessness. Human smell and taste are sensitive enough that they might detect it the moment it enters their mouth.

To mask the taste, it's best to poison something with a strong flavor. The best choice is actually the salad dressing in vegetable salads—it's not hot, it has a strong taste, and when mixed in the salad, the intake can be controlled. Most importantly, it's easy to handle. The poison can be stirred in without needing extra moves.

Shiller had already noticed that Jotun must have put something in the mayonnaise. But he didn't avoid it because he saw this; he simply never ate mayonnaise.

Some might say, "If you've poisoned the dish, then just mix the dressing into the vegetable salad. You have to eat it even if you don't want to, right?"

But this highlights the peculiarity of a certain type of sociopathic personality. They are extremely confident to the point of arrogance, almost compulsive.

Knowing fully well that this might fail, they still want to gamble. Because if they win like this, it proves God is on their side, that they are the chosen ones, sent by God to punish mortals, proving their actions are right.

Of course, if the opponent doesn't walk into their trap, they can easily become angered and embarrassed.

For example, now, as Shiller continually refused to touch the dressing despite Jotun's repeated attempts to promote it, Jotun's face became a bit grim.

"Professor, I kindly took the two of you in, providing accommodation and food, but you refuse to taste Jotun's unique dressing. This is not a polite way to behave!"

"Sorry, I am a strict vegan."

Shiller's words made Jotun swallow his fury. His expression looked like he was about to explode.

Actually, at least in America, vegetarianism isn't a recent trend. Since the early 20th century, there have been clear classifications, and political correctness heavily leans in favor of it. Questioning someone's diet is quite rude and offensive, and even in significant occasions, the person can leave abruptly.

Since Shiller put it this way, what else could Jotun say? He simply walked away. After Shiller finished eating, Jotun didn't return, showing none of his previous enthusiasm.

Seeing that Jotun wasn't around, Aisha sneaked back and whispered, "I was scared to death when I saw that green stuff on the table; I thought he was going to serve broccoli. Thankfully he didn't."

"Yes, thankfully not," Shiller said, "otherwise you'd have to eat it all."

"I'm not going to eat it. That stuff tastes weird, it's horrible," Aisha wrinkled her nose and then continued to look at Shiller, saying, "That guy is definitely off. You've been saying we're going to leave tomorrow morning, so he's definitely going to make a move tonight."

"Are you scared?"

"Of course not! I mean, if he makes a move tonight, do you need me to lend a hand or something?" Aisha gestured.

"Don't worry, nothing needed," Shiller said with a smile.

After dinner, Shiller took Aisha out. After all, they had agreed to search for aliens in the wheat field, and it wouldn't be reasonable not to take a stroll.

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Walking along the country road, through layers of wheat fields, they came to the edge of the pit. This time, a male policeman was standing on the other side of the pit, looking thoughtfully at the dirt turned up on the edge of the pit.

Shiller didn't think much of Jotun, as he was a minor figure, easy to read. But he had to be cautious with every policeman in this small town because any of them could be Martian Manhunter Ron.

This frequently appearing male policeman was suspicious. Shiller knew this man was either Ron or Malafax.

The key was whether he was Ron or Malafax?

Currently, Shiller had no way to judge. One reason being they are identical twins, and Mars people's transformation ability is at the molecular level. Even Gray mist would need the power of Outer God to differentiate their souls to tell them apart.

Another reason was that using Spiritual Analysis to analyze mind power users wasn't completely accurate, as they could forge emotions several levels better than ordinary people, even directly replacing memories. It would take long-term contact and gathering a lot of information to make a judgment.

Of course, Malafax was not without weaknesses. Just based on this person's experiences, he was an extremely radical sociopath. This extremism was ingrained in his bones.

Still, emotions can be performed, memories can be altered, but personality is hard to change. Such extreme personality is even harder to change, deeply rooted.

To explore the secrets of someone's personality, more contact is needed. Spending more time with a mind power user also risks exposing oneself. Shiller had to be extremely careful.

So, seeing the figure beside the pit, Shiller swiftly stitched thoughts together in his mind, calmly walking over with Aisha, talking to her about reports on aliens.

The policeman, seeing them approach, was momentarily stunned, then said, "You left his place so quickly? Didn't alert him, right?"

"We're just out to take a look," Shiller said.

The policeman frowned, seemingly discontented with Shiller's nonchalant attitude. Shiller then asked, "Where's your partner?"

"He's by the roadside, didn't come over," the policeman replied.

"Coincidentally, before you arrived, a male and female police officer knocked on Jotun's door, advising us not to wander and best not to go into town, saying it's very chaotic. Contradicts your words completely."

"Are you suspicious of me?"

"No. Because contradictions are normal. Mr. Jotun is suspicious, and the town being chaotic doesn't conflict. We just happened to come at an inopportune time."

"You should leave that house," the policeman said, "For your daughter's safety, you should leave too."

"If we leave there, where could we go?"

"Drive away overnight," the policeman continued, "You can buy the earliest available flight ticket, hurry to the airport, there's still time."

"But I want to see aliens!" Aisha suddenly shouted, "Without seeing aliens, I'm not going anywhere!"

Shiller cooperated by showing a helpless expression. The policeman sighed, saying, "You should educate your daughter better. Now's not the time to mess around."

"I promised her," Shiller took on the role of a father as best he could, saying, "She begged me for a long time, and I promised her. If I break my promise now, it might give her psychological trauma. But I also told her if we don't see aliens tonight, we'll leave tomorrow morning."

"What if you do see them?"

"What are you talking about?" Shiller said, surprised, "There are no aliens, it's all just rumors."

Just then, Aisha started yelling unhappily. Shiller had to hurry to calm her down.

At this moment, the policeman walked over. Shiller watched him warily. Suddenly, the policeman took out a hairpin from his pocket.

It was a pink hairpin, with a little strawberry attached to it, showing signs of wear from being worn.

"This was left by the missing little girl," the policeman said, pursing his lips, "She's about the same age as your daughter, about the same age as my daughter. She and her mother have been missing for three days. If you stay here, you and your daughter might go missing too."

Shiller took the hairpin from his hand. The surface was cleaned, its plastic material reflecting a faint light.

"Was this mother and daughter here for tourism too?"

"No, they were headed for another attraction in Colorado State, just passing through here, resting. Then they went missing, still not found. This hairpin was found at their residence."

"Why did you keep it? Withholding evidence could lead to prosecution."

"I understand. It's just that my daughter has one almost exactly like it."

"How old is she now?"

"If she's still alive, perhaps..."

"I'm sorry," Shiller apologized first, recalling that Martian Manhunter had a wife and child, but whether it was a son or a daughter, the comics didn't specify, versions varied.

But this couldn't confirm he was Martian Manhunter, because Malafax knew about the existence of his wife and daughter, this kind of sorrow and emotions could be imitated.

Shiller returned the hairpin, saying, "I am well aware of what we're doing. I also believe I can protect Aisha."

The policeman gave Shiller a deep look, saying, "I hope so. May God be with you."

Watching Shiller walk away with Aisha, the policeman clenched the hairpin slightly. After a moment, he seemed to make up his mind and quickly walked out of the wheat field.