Victor stood in front of the window of Cobot's old house, pulled the window hard, and then looked up and found that there was a lock hanging on the window of this dilapidated old house. Schiller took out a pistol and handed it to him.
To Victor, Victor looked at him and said, "You actually have a gun?"
Schiller also looked at him and said: "Why are you surprised that I carry a gun? This is Gotham."
Victor was also very surprised and said: "But why did you give it to me if you brought a gun? Don't you know how to shoot?"
"My marksmanship is not accurate, so I have to do it with you."
Victor took the gun and muttered: "Obviously we are both foreigners, why do you act like you were born and raised here?"
He raised his gun, aimed at the old lock, and shot it with a bang. Sparks erupted from the lock and it was knocked off. Victor pushed open the window and climbed in, with Schiller following behind him.
After entering, Victor pointed to the ground and said, "Master Detective, it's time for you to show off."
Schiller shook his head and said: "Isn't it already obvious? Mrs. Copot has been kidnapped."
As soon as he finished saying this, his eyes fell on a corner of the living room, where there was a very old shoe cabinet. There was a pair of rain boots on it next to the door, as well as several other pairs of ordinary leather shoes, but in this shoe
There is an umbrella next to the cabinet.
Schiller walked to the umbrella, picked up the handle and looked at it, then gradually narrowed his eyes. Victor also walked over. He looked at the umbrella and asked with some confusion: "What's wrong? This
What’s wrong with the umbrella?”
Schiller pursed his lips. He didn't answer. He just turned the umbrella over and looked at the tip. There was a small circle on the tip. The pattern was very inconspicuous, a bit like someone's signature. Schiller held the umbrella.
pointed it out, and then tapped it on the ground with the handle of the umbrella.
Victor looked around and said, "What are you doing?"
"No...it's nothing." Schiller picked up the umbrella, then returned to the center of the living room. He first walked to the sofa, and then said: "It seems that Mrs. Copot was dragged away from here."
Then he came to the left side of the coffee table. The Cobot family's coffee table was made of glass and looked very delicate, which showed that their family had some wealth.
There was a tea set on the glass coffee table. Schiller picked it up and smelled it. Victor also came over. He put his hands on his hips and leaned over to look at the tea set. He said, "Although I have no detective experience, I also
Can you guess that someone must have drugged this place?"
"As expected, it should be." Schiller found a pile of newspapers from the side, wrapped the tea cup, handed it to Victor, and asked him to take it back for testing. Then he squatted down and looked at the sofa.
under.
The wooden leg on the left side of the sofa left a scratch of about 20 centimeters on the ground. It was obvious that the sofa had been dragged.
He squatted on the ground again and looked towards the living room. There were scattered items on the living room floor. It looked like the cabinet had been knocked and the items on it fell.
The table next to it was also knocked aside, and a chair overturned on the ground. One of the legs of the chair was broken. It looked like someone had been fighting here.
Schiller sighed and said, "I don't think we need to read any more. Let's go back first. No matter who kidnapped Mrs. Copot, we have to let the police find it."
On the other side, Batman, who went to investigate the foreign gang bosses in the living hell, also gained something. A gang member in a suit collapsed on the ground. He looked at Batman in front of him with fear, and then said in a trembling voice: "Don't kill me.
,Don’t...I’ll tell you everything I know!”
"About...about a few weeks ago, ah, no! More than a week to about two weeks ago! One of the seven bosses here died. We all call him Black Hand Kevin. He was also the boss of the North District. He was
The one with the largest territory..."
"Is this bad guy Kevin related to Fish?"
The man hesitated and said, "Yes, in fact, Kevin is a negotiator. His gang lost a lot of people in a firefight before coming to the living hell. He didn't want to lose more people, so he was willing to negotiate with Mu
The boss of the Ni gang sat down and talked..."
"But before they could negotiate, he died."
"How did he die?" Batman then asked.
"This...I don't know about this. I just heard that he died outside the living hell. You may have to ask the police about what happened specifically..."
Batman then asked: "What happened to the man named Kevin after he died?"
"How is it?" The little leader was stunned by his question, and instinctively replied: "What else can happen? He died, and someone else took his place..."
Batman frowned and asked, "Who will take his place?"
This little boss thought hard and said, "I can't remember his name. Anyway, that guy seems to be very smart. It seems that he is the little boss who manages the tap water. I heard someone say that he can bring
Everyone makes money, so he took Kevin's place..."
Batman's frown deepened, and then he asked a few more questions, but the little leader was not from the Johnny Black Gang, and he didn't know the specific details. He found that he couldn't ask any more questions. Bat
The knight knocked him unconscious.
Speaking of the water system, Batman thought of Fish's crazy behavior before.
Fish somehow found the core system of the living hell water purifier. However, because Batman patrolled here more frequently, Fish just came up with the idea and when he found someone to sneakily investigate there, he was
Batman discovered it, knocked out the investigator, and then installed a security system on the water purifier to stop her.
At the time, Batman didn't think anything of it, but now that he thinks about it, this actually doesn't look like a strategy that an uneducated gangster could come up with. Most of the residents of Living Hell don't even know that purifiers exist.
Even if she could figure it out, how did Fish actually put it into action? How did she know where the core of the water purifier was?
Batman had seen Fish's file from Gordon before, and he had also monitored Fish for a period of time. He was very sure that this woman was semi-literate, the kind of person who could misspell long words. He didn't think that such a person,
Have the ability to follow those complicated pipelines and find the core location of the most important purification equipment.
In fact, there are not many people in the entire living hell who have this ability. Batman speculates that there must be someone who has been giving Fish advice.
The death of Kevin the Black Hand, Fish's plan to destroy the water purifier, the little boss who came to power after Kevin's death...
Several things quickly connected in Batman's mind.
The most crucial coincidence is that Fish came up with a plan to destroy the water purifier that she could not have come up with on her own, and the little boss who took over after Kevin's death happened to be the head of the North District's water management system.
Person in charge, this is not a mere coincidence. After all, there are very few people in the entire living hell who know the water source system. The possibility of these two identities overlapping is very high.
In Batman's reasoning, this little boss was either originally Fish's man, or he betrayed his boss and took refuge with Fish.
He helped Fish make plans, and Fish helped him kill his immediate boss, so that he could get ahead. Maybe he would cooperate with others and use the knowledge of this little boss to attack other gang bosses.
Did they ever have a cooperative relationship? Could Fish's death be related to this person? Batman fell into thinking again, but he always felt that there seemed to be other hidden secrets in these things, and it was far from that simple.
On the fourth floor of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Gordon and Victor stood outside the ward door. Gordon said with some pity: "This kid is really unlucky. He experienced a murder and suddenly suffered from a difficult mental illness.
, and as a result, a relative was kidnapped again. Even in Gotham, such unlucky people are rare."
Victor also sighed and said: "Actually, he is a very smart boy and learns things quickly, but I found that Gotham is like this..." He shrugged and said: "A talented person will always encounter difficulties."
He got into all kinds of troubles and then went astray."
"I think Professor Rodriguez can cure him. As he often says, he is not a quack."
Victor cast his gaze into the window on the door, and following his gaze, Schiller made a circle and walked from one side of the bed to the other, while Cobblet was lying on the bed. He was not struggling.
He looked very numb, his eyes staring at the ceiling aimlessly.
"How did you sleep last night? Mr. Copot, do you still feel that your muscles are out of control?" Schiller stood by the bed in a white coat, holding a medical record, and asked while writing.
Cobot didn't answer at all. He was like a stiff and pale puppet, lying on the bed in a strange posture, without any reaction to the sounds from the outside world.
"It seems that you are not doing well." Schiller stood still and said: "Most patients will have some unresponsiveness after taking excessive amounts of tranquillizers, but I don't think you are among them. You should be very conscious now.
The period of illness has passed."
"Why are you unwilling to answer me? Is it because some of your plans are not going well?"
Cobot suddenly turned his head and stared at Schiller with his eyes deeply set in his eye sockets. The look was a bit scary, numb and cold, but Schiller remained unmoved.
"Unfortunately, I can't use magical hypnosis to make you tell everything like in the movie. Whether it is psychological or psychiatric treatment, if the patient himself is unwilling to cooperate, then hypnosis cannot have any effect.
Effect."
"Similarly, if you don't cooperate with treatment, no matter how much medicine you use, it will be useless. I am a doctor, not God. If you refuse to answer all questions, God will not be able to cure you."
Cobot's head moved again, and a hoarse voice like sawing wood escaped from his throat. He said: "Cure... can it be cured?"
Schiller put down the medical record, gave him a strange look, and said, "If it couldn't be cured, you should be in the crematorium by now."
Copperpot's mouth gradually opened, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. Schiller seemed to have remembered something and said: "Oh, I forgot, you are not even a college student."
He covered his forehead and said a little helplessly: "I know that many people with insufficient education refer to mental illness as a mad disease and a terminal illness that can never be cured, but this is not the case."
"Many people don't understand mental illness, so they talk about it with disdain and are afraid of it. Especially this kind of hereditary mental disorder, which is extremely excited and aggressive when it starts, and is often regarded as a terrible madness."
"But in fact, this is just a symptom of schizophrenia. According to the previous diagnosis, you should belong to catatonic schizophrenia. You often have intermittent attacks. You have symptoms of stupor during the attack, and sometimes you turn into a sudden state of excitement, and your behavior
It becomes violent, but it will subside on its own after a few hours..."
Schiller patiently explained to Copot: "This kind of schizophrenia is a type with a good prognosis. Not only can it be relieved on its own, but the treatment effect is also very good. The difficulty is generally in alleviating the hyperactive behavior, but you can
I have also seen that using tranquillizers can have good results..."
Cobot kept staring at Schiller with his eyes. Schiller's expression did not change. He was telling the truth.
In fact, this is not a difficult and complicated disease. Even in the general category of schizophrenia, it is relatively common, so his tone has always been very calm, but it seems to give Cobot some vitality. He tilted his neck
After adjusting back, he tried hard to adjust his position lying on the bed, and then asked: "...can be cured...right?"
Schiller nodded and said: "Although recovery may not be guaranteed, there is no problem in living a normal life most of the time."
This chapter has been completed!