About an hour later, several figures left through the back door. Victor saw that they had not taken anything with them and said, "They're just leaving like that? They don't care about the bodies?"
"It doesn't matter if the bodies are discovered." Schiller headed toward the rooftop door as he said, "They're confident they didn't leave behind any evidence. A few more bodies will only give the police more work."
"Then why are we helping them clean up?"
"Of course, for Gotham University's reputation. They'll study here for a few years and leave, but the two of us will be working here for the rest of our lives."
"Fair enough. Let's go."
Victor went to the car for the cleaning supplies, then pushed the cart to the entrance of the academic building. Once they entered through the front doors, they could smell a faint scent of blood, proving that something had indeed happened here.
Victor went downstairs first and flipped the breaker, restoring power to the building.
They took the elevator to the fourth floor, where they had previously seen figures moving about. The moment the elevator doors opened, Victor coughed twice—the smell of blood here was far too strong.
A long trail of blood stretched down the hallway, along with numerous bloody footprints. The prints were crooked and uneven, seemingly belonging to the victim. They extended from a classroom near the elevator all the way to the restroom at the end.
"Another unlucky bastard whose escape failed," Victor said.
"All right, let's try out the newest cleaning machine." Schiller looked at the box on the cart. "It had better be as useful as you said, or we might not finish until tomorrow morning."
"Don't worry. It's definitely better than you imagine." Victor confidently opened the box.
Schiller saw that