The black-haired student returned after showering and changing clothes. Schiller looked at him. He still wore that aggrieved expression, standing in the corner and fumbling for words for a long time.
"Did she spray something on you?"
The student nodded. "Yes. She asked me to come here to practice dancing, but the moment she saw me, she sprayed something at me from a can. Professor, you know, I... I..."
He seemed too embarrassed to say it aloud. Schiller quietly explained to Victor, "Severe cognitive inversion..."
"What does that mean?" Victor asked.
"Fear Gas makes people afraid."
"I know that."
"Some people run when they're afraid, while others go mad."
"I really didn't mean to," the student stepped forward to explain. "She sprayed something at me, and then I lost my memory. When I woke up, she... she..."
"You really should take Brainiac's advice and get some medication." After saying that, Schiller did not blame him further. He went over to inspect the corpse again, then took out his phone and contacted Brainiac directly.
"Look into this girl," Schiller said. "I suspect her situation was the same as Pelota's. There probably aren't many survivors left in the Chemistry Department. You'd better notify Jonathan quickly. Otherwise, when he gets out and sees this, he'll definitely go crazy."
"Schiller!!!!!!"
A furious, full-throated roar rang out from the doorway of the activity classroom. Everyone turned to look. Jonathan Crane stood there, seething with rage.
"Why did my student die in the Psychology Department?!"
Victor felt a headache coming on. The mastermind's tactic was not especially clever, but it was effective. Both he and Schiller were the sort who cared about students, so they would certainly be angry if students were harmed. Jonathan Crane cared more about his reputation and academic achievements, so he would