Victor walked out of the room and closed the door. The next second, Brainiac's voice rang out. "Why did you block me? What did you do to Schiller?"
"Why did I block you? Don't you know perfectly well?" Victor said coldly.
"...You've become very unfriendly. What happened?"
"What did that little girl tell you?"
"The same old thing."
"Such as?"
"Schiller wants to kill her."
"You call that the same old thing???"
"Since I took over Earth, I have received a total of 16,531 messages with the search keyword 'Schiller wants to kill me.' There were also 3,522 highly similar distress messages. None could possibly have referred to someone with the same name. Every single one pointed to Schiller Rodriguez, Psychology Professor at Gotham University."
The words reached Victor's lips, but he swallowed them back. Still, he said, "Those were just ordinary complaints. Hers was a formal accusation, wasn't it?"
"I can formally refuse to accept her accusation."
"...Why won't you accept it?"
"I suspect she is a Living Corpse."
"You... do you have evidence?"
"I will shortly."
"AAAAAH!!!!"
A scream came from the hospital ward. A nurse rushed frantically out the door and collided with the Doctor making his rounds. He hurriedly steadied her. After taking several ragged breaths, the nurse pointed at the ward. "She... she..."
"What is it? What happened to little Novie?"
"She's turning into a corpse!!!"
The Doctor's eyes widened slightly. He adjusted his glasses, stroked his beard, and said, "Ever since the sun disappeared, every kind of Demons has come crawling out. Go find the head nurse first. I'll take a look."
"No, no, no, don't go in there! She looks too horrifying! What if she infects you?"
"Little girl, I've worked at this hospital for twenty years. Forget zombies—what kind of bizarre patient