Two days later, in the afternoon, the Quinn family's small apartment.
"What did you say?" Harley looked shocked.
Jim Gordon said solemnly: "You heard it right, your father quietly hanged himself from a beam at 2:30 in the morning last night."
Harry's face changed several times and he said numbly: "Is there a beam in the prison for him to hang on?"
Gordon whispered: "Put the legs of your long johns through the iron grating of the ventilation window, and then tie them with a knot..."
"Why? He had no reason to commit suicide." Harley stared into his eyes.
Gordon also has a pair of blue eyes, and there is only a hint of doubt in his eyes at this time, without any flicker of guilt.
"Just like a group of reporters gathered outside your apartment, many people tried to interview him in recent days. Of course, the police station stopped some of them for him.
But he is not the only prisoner in the prison.
Our psychoanalysts believe that the shooting of the Wayne couple has had such an impact that your father may not be able to bear the pressure..."
"Do you believe what the experts say?" Harley asked.
"To be honest, I also have doubts, but your father has clearly confessed, unless -" At this point, Gordon suddenly stopped, his pupils shrank, and he shook his head repeatedly: "No way, Bruce can't do such a thing."
"You suspect it was a revenge murder, rather than murder?" Harley frowned.
"I didn't say anything... alas!" Gordon wiped his hair and said with a wry smile: "Anyway, you are a family member, and you will meet him for the last time according to the rules.
There are scars on your father's body, and some prisoners must have beaten him severely."
"Then did he commit suicide?" Harley asked again.
"After preliminary forensic identification, he did die of suffocation."
...
Two days later, under the escort of police officers, Harley came to the police station again.
Very unexpectedly and naturally, she saw two acquaintances: her mother Tracy, who had a pale face and red eyes, and her grandfather, Cassapa Quinn, who was as strong as an old scalper.
The old man was wearing blue jeans that had been washed white, with a tired look on his face. He seemed to have rushed over just after getting off the plane.
On this occasion and at this time, the three of them had no chance and did not want to chat. They all looked solemn and depressed.
Andy's remains have been retouched, and there is no ferocious look on his face at this time. Although there are some bruises, his face is peaceful and serene.
It seemed that he was liberated and his soul was called by the Lord and went to heaven.
But the fact is that all Christians who commit suicide will go to hell.
Hmm, maybe Andy is happy to go to hell?
After all, spinach is probably not allowed in heaven...
"Why is my son injured? Is it really suicide?" Harley was in a daze. Old Kasapa slammed the corpse cabinet and roared like an angry lion: "I know Gotham and your methods."
Every responsible father in the United States will tell his son when he is about to reach adulthood - never go to Gotham.
I know why they say that, and what happened to my son proves it even more!
But old Kasapa won’t let you be fooled like this, I want the truth!”
The police superintendent, a black female, also arrived at this moment. When she heard the old man's shouting, she frowned slightly, but she was not angry.
"Mr. Quinn, we understand your anger and sadness, but this is the fact.
Andy Quinn had contact with other prisoners during the day, but at night, he lived in a single room with police officers patrolling outside, so outsiders could not touch him at all.
Forensic medical examinations have repeatedly confirmed that these external injuries were not fatal and that he indeed died of self-hanging."
Old Casapa was tall, 1.95 meters tall, and the black police inspector was just over 1.6 meters tall. The old man walked up to her and looked down at her forcefully: "You know, I don't believe you ugly cops at all!"
The female police superintendent looked ugly, and the other police officers also had unkind eyes and were eager to try.
Harvey Bullock, who had a middle-parted head, took a step forward and pushed his chest against the old man's chest, causing a hard "bang".
"Old man, this is Gotham, the Gotham Police Department, our territory, not your country pigsty." He threatened in a deep voice.
Old Kasapa's eyes were deep, he glanced at the few police officers on the scene, and sneered: "You are right, this is your territory, if... Humph!"
With a cold snort, he turned to Harley again, his expression and tone softened, "Your father has tortured himself to death, and Tracy just runs away on her own. Come home with me and let me take care of you."
"I don't want to go back to my hometown, how about you stay in Gotham?" Harley said.
The old man had a serious face and shook his head: "No, my business and industry are all in Tulsa."
Harley shrugged, took her mother and left first.
...
Three days later, Andy was burned to ashes in the funeral home, and the urn will be taken back to his hometown by Kasapa for burial.
Then came the "battle" for Harley's custody.
It's an exaggeration to say that the fight is over, but the old man is the only one fighting. Because Tracy ran away, she only has visitation rights and cannot raise Harley independently.
Well, this seems nonsense to Chinese people, but in the United States, which pays attention to "human rights", it is really too common.
Many "orphans" actually have their parents alive, but those parents are not financially and behaviorally qualified to raise their children.
For example, you are unemployed and bankrupt and cannot support your children, for example, you are discovered by your neighbors that you often beat your children, for example, you have certain types of criminal records, or you are directly a wanted criminal...
At this time, a reception room in Gotham City Hall.
"Harry, your grandfather is still alive. He is your direct relative and has the financial ability to raise you as an adult.
As long as he is willing, he can get your custody, unless you can give a reason for refusal." Martin Haas said with a formulaic smile and a calm tone.
He is from the Youth Care Organization, and he went to Harley's house last time to conduct family research.
"I have a reason." Harley glanced at the old man who was leaning out of the window and peeked, and said with a horrified face: "My grandpa is a pervert!"
"What?" Martin was excited as he looked at the girl who looked as delicate as a large Barbie doll.
"Did he—"
"It's not me," Harley shook her head quickly. "I once saw him stealing my mother's underwear and harassing my female classmates many times. I was still in elementary school at that time."
This was a bad idea Harvey Dent gave her, and she modified it slightly.
Martin's face became as serious as drying green beans, "Harry, don't worry, with us here, that old beast will never touch a hair of yours!"
Then, he got up and left.
Not long after, the old man outside the house let out a roar that almost brought down the roof.
"Harry, tell me clearly. I've been so good to you, teaching you how to hunt and taking you fishing. Why are you slandering me?!"
He was like an angry lion on the verge of extinction. The two male staff couldn't hold him back, so they rushed to the door and yelled at Harley aggrievedly and angrily.
Harry's expression changed several times, he squinted his eyes and said coldly: "Kasapa, I know what you did to Barbara."
"Barbara? Which Barbara?" The old man was startled.
"My classmate in fifth grade is a black girl." Harley said.
"You——" The old man was greatly frightened and his eyes widened.
After a while, he explained with a grimace: "Things are not what you think. We are for a higher ideal."
"Let's go." Harley said with a cold face.
"Alas!" The old man seemed to have his backbone taken away, and his tall body suddenly collapsed. He threw away the staff around him and staggered out.
...
"Harry, I'm so sorry." Tracy hugged her daughter and said with a choked voice, "You are so good, you will definitely be adopted by a rich and kind family. Mom will pray for you."
In fact, if Harley explains what happened that day when Tracey ran away, with the help of Harvey Dent, it is very likely that Tracey will be able to retain custody and custody of her.
At the beginning, Harley was indeed ready to explain.
But a few days ago, when Andy was first in jail, Tracy called her home. In addition to asking about her situation, she also said one thing: she met an "old friend" from her hometown in Michigan.
”.
Well, my high school boyfriend, the two of them got close again.
Now that Harley deliberately didn't explain it, and Tracy didn't take the initiative to mention it, the meaning was obvious.