A ethereal and majestic voice sounded in Truman’s ears.
stand
The next moment, a door to hell seemed to be opened in the crystal ball, and countless undead souls howled in pain, scrambling to get into Daniel Truman's hands, and then followed his hands into his mind.
“Ahhhh!”
Daniel's eyes turned white, his orifices were bleeding, and his body was shaking like chaff.
He was wailing, but his teeth were clenched tightly.
The wail comes from his soul
A group of ghosts ate his soul and merged it into a complete new soul.
Daniel, who gained the wisdom of his ancestors, was born.
When he opened his eyes, the deep darkness behind them could almost absorb the light of the candle.
“Daniel, you seem to have some”
At breakfast the next day, his wife looked at him but hesitated to speak.
"how?"
Daniel's smile was warm, like spring spring, and the softness in his eyes almost made her melt.
“You seem to be calmer and more charming. In your eyes, I seem to see the stars of wisdom.” The wife said shyly.
“I have gained the wisdom of the Truman family.” Truman held his wife’s snow-white catkins and felt a fresh impulse in his heart.
As soon as you think of it, do it
At this time, the news broadcast began to report on the tragedy that occurred in Gotham last night. When the female announcer read out the name "Harris Truman" in the death list, the wife who was leaning on the table screamed in surprise.
“Daniel, your father?” She turned back and looked at him worriedly.
“I found out last night.”
He sighed, hard
“Oh~”
At noon that day, Truman returned to Gotham with his wife.
Without rest, he went to the police station after a hasty lunch.
After seeing his father's body, he dragged "hero detective" Jim Gordon to inquire about the course and progress of the case.
Well, Jim Gordon is the person in charge of the "Crazy Gang" case.
“Mr. Truman, don’t worry. In the Central Park Hotel case, the Lunatic Gang also suffered heavy losses, and only Jerome and Barbara Jean escaped.
They are out of control and will be arrested by us sooner or later."
Gordon's tone was fairly confident, except when he mentioned his ex-fiancée, his expression was slightly unnatural.
Truman’s trip was not just to avenge his father’s murder.
The tragedy at One Central Park Hotel made Gotham's ruling class feel threatened for the first time.
Because the Black State still cares about their identities, but the Madman Gang seems to be specifically looking for powerful people.
The Court of Owls is within the ruling class.
The courts are also concerned.
Even feared by the lunatic gang and the people behind the scenes.
After all, it is a matter of life and death.
Therefore, Truman wanted to learn more about the case, and also hoped to find the murderer as soon as possible and restore peace to Gotham's ruling class.
“Compared with Jerome’s whereabouts, I am more concerned about who rescued the Mad Men and who is controlling them behind the scenes.
Detective Gordon, do you have any clues?" Truman looked into Gordon's eyes and asked.
“Under investigation.” Gordon said vaguely.
“Barbara is your ex-girlfriend.” Truman said calmly.
“What do you mean?” Gordon frowned.
Truman pondered for a moment and said: "From your eyes and micro-expressions, I think you should know something inside, but you refuse to tell me."
Gordon's pupils shrank, and he was shocked by the sharpness of the "second generation ancestor" opposite him.
Truman glanced at him and continued: "Your attitude makes me very unhappy, and I have the ability to remove you from the case or even directly remove you from the police force.
Just use the reason Barbara Jean is your ex-fiancée.
Believe me, no matter what backers you have, he will not be able to withstand the pressure from dozens of top dignitaries.
So, if you honestly tell me what I want to know, I will not only remember this sentiment, but also promise to use my identity and strength to help you solve the case as soon as possible."
This is an awesome character!
Gordon felt awe-struck and a little helpless, because everything the other party said was correct.
“I got a guess from an informant that I don’t know whether it’s true or not, and I can tell you about it.
But Mr. Truman must promise me that before the news is confirmed, he will never use private power to cause any kind of danger to him." He said solemnly.
Truman smiled and said gently: "The deceased was my father. I don't want to find a scapegoat to hastily close the case and let the real culprit go free."
"I'm worried that you would rather kill the wrong person than let him go." Gordon said coldly.
Truman looked at him in surprise, "You are so bold."
“I once pointed a gun at Falcone’s head, and also single-handedly challenged Maroney and Fish’s hundreds of legions during the United Hospital incident.” Gordon said calmly.
Truman rubbed his chin, looked at him carefully and said, "Jim Gordon, although your performance in those two incidents was not very good, you told the truth."
Gordon's cheek muscles twitched.
“At least you are very courageous, and I was once a soldier, and I admire a tough guy like you the most.
I promise you that I will never take action against a suspect without telling you." Truman said sternly.
“Theo Galavan.” Gordon said.
"Galvin" Truman thought carefully, and suddenly his expression changed slightly.
"What, do you know the details about Galavan?" Gordon was also thoughtful and asked repeatedly: "You said you would help me solve the case before, are you trying to hide any clues now?"
“More than a hundred years ago, there was a wealthy family named ‘Gallavan’ in Gotham. Later, it seemed that they had a conflict with Wayne and were expelled from Gotham by Wayne.
I'm not sure if it's a coincidence or if the descendant of Galavan is back." Truman said slowly.
Gordon looked at him in surprise, "You said you were a soldier?"
“My experience in the Pentagon is no secret,” Truman said with a smile.
“But if you immediately tell the old story of Gotham more than a hundred years ago, many historians can’t do it.” Gordon said doubtfully.
Hearing this, Truman immediately blamed himself secretly in his heart. After receiving "Truman's" wisdom, he was too arrogant and a little careless.
A lot of knowledge and skills should not appear in "Daniel Truman" at all.
There was no strange expression on his face, he just smiled slightly and said, "Gordon, Truman is also a wealthy man in Gotham.
I am a soldier, but I am also the leader of the Truman family. I must at least understand the family history."
Gordon didn’t care much about this issue at first. After hearing his reasonable explanation, he immediately threw away his previous doubts.
“I wonder how Mr. Truman plans to investigate Galavan?” he asked.
“I have to discuss this with several other victim families,” Truman said honestly.
"I will keep an eye on Galavan. If something happens to him, I will turn to you." Gordon said seriously.
Midnight, Gotham Police Department.
Gordon suppressed the fear in his heart and went to the corpse cold room again.
A moment later, a shrill wail sounded in the quiet and gloomy room, "It was Jerome who blew me up, it was Jerome who blew me up, yes"
“Uh-huh!”
Gordon's face turned pale, and traces of blood oozed from the corners of his eyes.
He hugged the head that was about to explode and moaned softly, while his right hand fumbled around the mouth of the corpse, found the devil's horn, and quickly pulled it out.
The voice of the dead ceased suddenly.
He leaned on the counter unable to do anything, gasping for air, sweating all over his body, and feeling weak and cold.
After a long time, he struggled to get up, opened the next refrigerator, randomly stuffed the devil's horn into its mouth, and whispered a spell.
no response.
Gordon was stunned and repeated the spell again.
Still no response.
He regained his composure and looked carefully at the nameplate on the body: Harris Truman.
“Truman afternoon that Truman patriarch’s father!”
Gordon's eyes shone, and he had a vague feeling in his heart that he had found the right person!
However, he did not go to Harley immediately, but continued the test.
Because, Truman is not the first top powerful man whose soul has lost contact.
At the same time, Daniel Truman opened his father's secret room and found the dark crystal ball based on "Truman's wisdom".
He recited the incantation solemnly until the crystal ball lit up with blue light.
Through the blue light, it seems that a crypt shining with dark red light can be seen.
The hot breath passed through his mental power, making his back sweat.
“Who, who woke me up?”
The sharp sound of the knife cutting the glass made Truman almost throw away the crystal ball.
“My Lord Priest, I am Daniel Truman, son of Harris Truman.
I am here to report to you that I will take over the role of ‘messenger’ from now on and report on the current situation of the ‘Dark Knight’.”
Then, he quickly recounted the cause of his father's death, as well as the situation in Gotham and Bruce Wayne.
“I don’t care if Harley Quinn becomes the Godfather of Gotham, and it won’t affect the overall situation.
But the Joker almost killed Bruce Wayne
They should be entangled with each other for life with a special bond, and would rather die than kill each other," the owl priest murmured.
“Are you sure Jerome is the Joker?” Truman asked.
"The Joker is more than one person, and he is not the same person. He is the embodiment of Gotham's crazy factor. But no matter which clown he is, his feelings for Bruce will not change." Priest Owl said.
“Is it possible that if Bruce went to see Jerome last night, Jerome wouldn’t detonate the bomb?” Truman guessed.
The owl priest is not sure either.
“Keep looking at Jerome and determine what his focus is. If he keeps his heart set on Bruce, that’s fine, if he cares more about other people”
Truman said: "I have read Jerome's file, and he seems to be too obsessed with the Witch Harley."
"What's the problem with this? It would be abnormal if the couple didn't interact with each other." The owl priest said disapprovingly.
“No, it’s not a romantic relationship, Jerome regards the Witch Harley as a transcendent goal.”
"That's normal. Either she chased him or he chased her. It's not surprising what happened to those two lunatics," said the owl priest.
“But Witch Harley is too strong.”
“No matter how strong you are, you are still a mortal. In front of the great Barbatos, you are no different from an ant.
Remember, your focus is always Bruce Wayne.
As long as he doesn't die, nothing else matters." Priest Owl emphasized.
"I remember." Truman nodded, and then said hesitantly: "This time Jerome got into a huge disaster. If he is arrested, I'm afraid he won't have the chance to go in and out of Arkham again. There are countless powerful people who want to secretly
Kill him."
"Well, Batman cannot be without the Joker. Batman without the Joker is incomplete." Priest Owl muttered: "Promote the bill to abolish Gotham's death penalty as soon as possible, and then improve the 'transfer of mentally ill prisoners to Arkham'
regulations.
It is enough to legally guarantee the survival rights of the Joker and other Batman’s enemies.
As for the revenge of the powerful
If you can't even overcome this difficulty, do you still deserve to be entangled with the Dark Knight for the rest of your life?"
“The priest is right.”
Truman recounted the conflict between the court and Harley again and asked: "Should I mediate the conflict between the two parties and maintain the stability of Gotham, or should I continue to help the Shadow Warriors suppress her, or even kill her?"
"You shouldn't even care about such a trivial matter, but you still ask me about it? Harley Quinn is just an insignificant little shrimp. Let them do whatever they want, and they won't make a big difference."
The next morning, Harry looked through the document handed over by Gordon and sneered: "I didn't expect to catch a big fish, Truman, hehe."