After returning to his office, Schiller slept until noon. While he was asleep, he vaguely heard sirens, but they didn't wake him. Instead, he slept even more soundly.
By the time he got up, the police seemed to have already left. The moment he stepped out of the Lounge, there was a knock on the office door. When he opened it, Harley was standing outside.
"Have the police already been here?" Schiller asked as he wiped his glasses lenses.
"Yes. They questioned his classmates, roommate, and the people in the band, but they didn't get much. Most people knew he went to the bar around that time. The police have already gone to investigate the bar district."
"I have to say, Professor, your cleanup work was truly professional." Harley gave Schiller a thumbs-up. "When I walked into the rehearsal room, I was stunned. I've never seen that room so clean."
Schiller smiled. "You notified me in time. If the blood and body had been left there any longer, they wouldn't have been so easy to deal with."
"Anyway, you solved a Big Trouble for me." Harley let out a long breath. "Brainiac really knows how to push people to extremes."
"Why do you say that?"
"Lena... oh, she's our band's lead singer. She showed me the chat logs on her phone. Guess what? It was Brainiac egging him on that gave that guy such a stupid idea."
Harley took out her phone and showed the screen to Schiller. He took it, glanced over it twice, and frowned deeply. The contents were practically challenging the bottom line of his profession as a Psychology Professor.
The bassist had naturally downloaded the "Super Butler Brainiac" app as well. This software could not only control all kinds of smart devices, but also answer all