Copper looked around for a week. He first looked at the gun on Gordon's waist, then at the coldness that had not yet dissipated around Batman, and then at the right arm that had not yet recovered from his fracture and was tied to the handrail of the hospital bed. He sighed and said:

"It's true that I killed the old umbrella maker Wei Jin, but I'm not a thief or a robber. This umbrella should have been mine."

With Coppert's voice, the answer gradually uncovered.

"My father, Old Coppert, was once the leader of the Coppert family, one of the four major families in the East District. At that time, the East District was still very prosperous. The four major families controlled dozens of streets in the East District. The most central street was Green Street next to Living Hell. Our old house was once spacious and luxurious."

"I heard Brock mention this history," Gordon leaned against the table and said, "But what does it have to do with you killing an innocent umbrella maker?"

"Innocent? He is not innocent!"

Copper snorted coldly and said, "So, you should also know that a few years ago, Lao Umbrella Wikin was the only handmade umbrella maker in Gotham City."

"Until now," Gordon looked at Schiller and said, "This kind of profession doesn't require too many people. Few people will spend a lot of money to buy a handmade umbrella."

"But at that time, the gang bosses in the East District would go to the Weijin Umbrella Store to customize a handmade umbrella."

"You may think that this is just pursuing handmade products or showing your status..."

"Isn't that the case? Because the production cycle of handmade products is long, slow, and small, they will be hyped up for high prices. But in fact, their quality is not better than that of mechanically produced products." Batman also put his eyes on Schiller.

Copper shook his head and said, "You don't understand."

"My father also went to the Vijin Umbrella Shop to customize an umbrella, but the umbrella maker breached the contract. He took my father's money, but he did not give him the umbrella on time. So my father was in the rain and died of pneumonia..."

"This is ridiculous!" Gordon looked at Copper like a madman and said, "You wouldn't say that you killed the umbrella maker to avenge your father, right?"

He stretched out his hand and said, "Okay, I admit that it is his fault for this old umbrella maker who collected the money but did not deliver the goods on time. But your father is just waiting for this umbrella? If he didn't get this umbrella, he would rather get in the rain than hold an umbrella?"

Copper stared at Gordon in a gloomy voice and said, "That's why I said, you don't know anything."

"Who said my father didn't bring an umbrella when he went out? He brought it, but those umbrellas were useless."

Gordon looked at Coppert like a madman, but Coppert didn't care. He closed his eyes and said, "My father knew something that others didn't know. He had investigated these things, and they were things that I can't describe..."

Then he opened his eyes, looked at Gordon's eyes confidently and said, "The rain in Gotham is wrong."

"That's what he told me, when you want to prepare an umbrella to deal with rainy days in Gotham, you'd better buy one at the Viking Umbrella Store, otherwise it's useless."

Gordon frowned and asked in confusion: "What do you mean? You mean... Only the umbrellas sold by the Viking Umbrella Store can block the rain in Gotham? What is this theory? What is the difference between the umbrellas produced in the factory and those handmade umbrellas? Don't they just block the body?"

Schiller and Batman heard a different meaning. They looked at each other and Batman asked: "You mean, there is something wrong with Gotham's rain, and only the umbrellas sold at the Viking Umbrella Store can really block the rain?"

Coppo nodded and said, "I don't know if you have ever heard of the umbrellas in Viking Umbrella Shop, not everyone can buy it. Some people can buy it, while others can't."

"This means that some people want to keep some people from the rain, and they want to make another part of them get wet."

"But what's the point?" Gordon never understood. The issues they were talking about were completely inconsistent with his views, and it was more like a mysterious code.

Schiller pressed his finger against his chin and asked, "Then what happened to your father? Why did he buy an umbrella but still get wet in the rain?"

"I don't know." Coppert replied very simply: "I only know that the day he should receive the umbrella, he didn't get it, but there was something that forced him to go out. He knew in his heart that this might be dangerous, but he still had to go."

"What's that?"

"The old godfather's eldest son is dead, and my father is going to attend the funeral."

"Do you think your father's death is because he doesn't have an umbrella to really block the rain?"

"That's right, that's why I said, this umbrella should have been mine. My father paid the money, but he didn't receive the goods and even paid his life for it."

Schiller frowned and he looked at Batman again, apparently both of them thought of the same thing.

"So, you killed the umbrella maker to avenge your father?" Gordon asked Copper.

Before Copper could answer, Batman said, "No, he is not, he is not for revenge."

Gordon looked back at Batman, and before he could ask, Schiller poked Gordon with the umbrella in his hand and said, "Don't ask, you just need to know that he is an absolute expert in revenge, that's fine."

Then he turned to Coppert and said, "You are not a personality with revenge. In your opinion, what can bring you tangible benefits is more important."

Copper said from his nose, "Yes, I'm not for my father, but for my mother."

"That's why I asked you repeatedly, Doctor, can this disease really be cured?"

"What do you mean?"

Copper said a little gloomy: "I suspect that my mother's illness may be...a curse."

"Curse? Tell me in detail."

"She asked me for help before my mother's first illness. I don't remember what she said, but at that time, she was awake and kept calling for help."

"Finally, on the eve of her crazy life, she told me, "Merry umbrella, take the umbrella back, you must bring the umbrella..."

"I had known about my father's studies for a long time, but it was not until then that I realized that his death was probably not just an accident. He became the abandoned one, and he could not survive without getting an umbrella and blocking the rain."

"My mother is crazy. Whenever I mention anything about my father to her, she will start to twitch, fearing to avoid, and not be able to say anything useful."

"You doubt your father and mother might have known something, so one was killed and the other was cursed, right?"

"Is it your father who told you that Gotham's rain has something wrong?" Batman asked Copper.

"He mentioned it, but more importantly, I prove it all." Copper tried hard to straighten his head from the bed, saying: "You guys and rich guys will not find the changes in the living hell."

"You didn't notice that the order there has been much better?"

"Of course I found it," Gordon said. "The frequency of homicides there has been much lower because people's living conditions have improved..."

"Stop talking nonsense, are there few rich bad guys in Gotham?" Coppert interrupted Gordon, saying: "In the past, residents of the Living Hell drank water by water wells. You know, it is the kind of open-air wells."

"But now it's different. After the renovation is completed, their drinking water will pass through a water purifier buried underground..."

"That's the key to the problem." Coppert looked at Schiller and said, "I don't understand any psychological theory, but I know that a person's bad habits are difficult to change. If all the residents of the living hell are born with bad species, the improvement of living conditions will not be able to change them so thoroughly."

"I have seen with my own eyes how chaotic and crazy the people there are, but since the transformation of Living Hell has been completed, they seem to have become different. Although they still follow the gangster's style, they are obviously much more normal."

"Do you think it's because their drinking water may have been mixed with Gotham's rainwater?" Batman asked.

"Yes, in fact, I tried to investigate the water purifier several times with Fish's hands, but I didn't succeed. The thing was too complicated. Just based on some appearance descriptions, I couldn't figure out how it worked."

Schiller looked at Batman and saw Batman thinking, as a time traveler, he knew that this might be the truth, at least mentioned in some comics that Gotham is so confused because there are special substances in the water cycle that can make people crazy.

But he couldn't say this directly, and had to reason. So he knocked on the table and attracted everyone's attention, and he said, "Let's analyze this logical chain."

"Oswald said that Gotham's rain has problems and will change people's personality. The umbrella sold by umbrella maker Vikin is the only tool that can effectively shelter the rain."

"If this is true, then what is his purpose for the umbrella maker Wei Jin to make an umbrella that resists this kind of rain, but he sells it to some people and rejects another group of people?"

"Maybe he just can't do it?" Gordon guessed: "After all, it should be quite slow to make an umbrella by hand, right?"

"There are not many people buying umbrellas," Copper said. "He sold so expensively. How many people can afford it? Ten years ago, there were only a few top gangster bosses in the East District who could afford it. Even if he made one a month or a year, it would be enough to equip all gangster bosses in the East District with an umbrella."

"So he is trying to screen." Batman's voice came: "" So logic forms a closed loop."

"The people behind the scenes used some method to make the rain in Gotham in problematic ways, and then controlled an umbrella maker and sold some useful umbrellas to some people so that some people could hold umbrellas and others would get wet in the rain... What will this cause?"

He said to himself: "Some are trying to maintain order, while others are in chaos and madness..."

"Or might as well say..." Schiller sighed and said, "One group is creating wealth for them, while the other group makes the city never peaceful and shrouded in darkness forever."

"There is only one question left now, who are they?" Coppert's tone was very cold. Even if he was not a person like Batman who was driven by revenge, in the eyes of the Penguin, this organization that ruined his family would have to pay a price.

At this time, Schiller took the umbrella and walked to the bedside. Looking at Copper, he showed a creepy smile and said:

"No wonder they knew that I caused all the changes. It turned out that they had already set their sights on me."

Copper stared at him silently, Schiller turned the umbrella in his hand in a direction, then took the middle and handed the handle to Copper, saying, "Mr. Copper..."

"It's called the Owl Court, take the umbrella and kill them."

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Today's ten thousand words are given!

Ahh! I didn't expect it!
Chapter completed!