"By the way, what does Witch Harley want to do with Gordon? Does that stinky guy still dare to interfere in our affairs?" Fernando asked.
"That's not true. Harley Quinn has a father, Andy Quinn, the murderer of the Wayne couple's shooting. Things seem to have turned around. Harley wants Gordon to help her father overturn the case." Robbie spoke very fast.
Quick, repeat the conversation between the two.
"Well, since it has nothing to do with us, don't worry about it. It's business to hurry up and find the holy relics."
"I think so too." Robbie smiled: "I guess Harley was either taken in by someone, or she was mixed with Clark among the homeless.
Shit, you can’t even imagine, there are so many homeless people in Gotham, more than 150,000!”
"One hundred and fifty thousand, Christ Jesus, how can I find this..." Robbie pulled his hair in distress.
"It's actually very simple. You think it's complicated."
Fernando smiled lowly, "We will send a group of Crusaders from the British headquarters and scatter all the neighborhoods in Gotham. While looking for the witch, we will also hint to other wanderers that Martha is in our hands."
"Excellent, brilliant!" Robbie slammed the table and said excitedly: "Fernando, you are still smarter. No wonder the great Fire Tongue chose you to be the field director-general."
Although the person opposite could not see him, Fernando still smiled reservedly, waved his hand and said: "There is no need to talk about these nonsense. You contact the headquarters immediately, I will tie up Martha right away, and I will send you a few pictures later.
photo."
"What photo?" Robbie was confused.
"Hey, hey, I'm going to beat Martha until she can't even recognize her son. If Clark still has a sense of filial piety, he can't help but jump out when he sees those photos." Fernando smiled sinisterly.
"Well, Martha is an innocent person after all. Be careful not to beat her to death." Robbie said hesitantly.
"I know in my heart that everything is for the return of the Holy Son." Fernando said solemnly.
"For the return of the Son of God!" Robbie's expression became holy and pious.
...
Gotham Police Department, in the corridor outside the evidence room.
"Brother, listen to me and smash this broken phone!"
Harvey Bullock grabbed Gordon's arm and said excitedly: "Wayne's case has been closed. It has been on TV and published in newspapers.
The two of us also held press conferences and accepted interviews from many reporters.
It's a foregone conclusion that Andy Quinn is the murderer."
Gordon looked firm and shook his head: "Harvey, we are human beings, and we will make mistakes as humans, but the police can make mistakes, but they cannot just make mistakes knowing they are wrong!
Our duty is to correct mistakes so that justice can be done."
"Shit, our duty is to live hard, get more wages, buy a house, get married and have children, live until retirement, and get a pension until we are a hundred years old!" Harvey shouted, waving his arms.
"Sorry, this is not my ideal." Gordon didn't waver at all.
Harvey's expression changed several times, he approached his companion and whispered: "Man, let's say the witch is right and her father is the scapegoat. Have you ever thought about how he became the scapegoat?"
"This is exactly what I want to investigate." Gordon said solemnly.
"Boom!" Harvey punched out, close to Gordon's ear, and landed heavily on the wall.
He suppressed his anger and growled: "Let me make it clear, the dead people are the Waynes. If Andy is innocent, then the murderer's status and power are too high for a little detective like us to mess with."
Started.
What does Andy's death in prison mean? Within our police department..."
He sighed bitterly and turned his head to look at the empty corridor.
"Just outside, in the police office lobby, there are countless enemies hidden, and we can't defeat them.
Anyway, Andy Quinn is a bad person, let him deserve what he deserves, hello to you, hello to me, hello to everyone, wouldn’t it be nice?”
"Sorry, I promised three people that the truth about this case must be revealed." Gordon said indifferently.
"Who? Who did you promise? That little witch, Omagade!" Harvey grabbed his hair and said angrily: "Aren't you afraid of death? How dare you contact her?
I saw with my own eyes that day that the monk who put a gun to your forehead was not joking at all.
He really wants to blow your head off.
If it weren't for my sharp eyesight and quick hands, I would have drawn my gun and pointed it at him, and you would have turned into ashes by now!"
Gordon put his hand on his companion's shoulder and sighed: "In addition to Harley and Bruce, I also promised myself that the moment I put on the police badge, I promised myself that I must be a good policeman!
So, you understand, if I shrink back, I will no longer be me, and there will be no difference between me and death."
Harvey looked complicated, "You backed down! You backed down when you faced the Crusaders that day."
"That's because Barbara -" Gordon's Chinese-character face was distorted, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger, "They threatened me with Barbara. I'm not afraid of death, but Barbara... I can't let her be harmed."
A little harm.”
"What if they catch Barbara again?" Harvey asked.
Gordon smiled slightly and said: "Harvey, this time is different. Wayne is not Quinn. No one cares about Quinn's life or death, but Wayne is the king of this city.
No one in Gotham dares to stop me from investigating the truth behind the Wayne shooting!
Well, I'll go to Wayne Manor later."
Harvey looked at him for a long time, exhaled softly, stretched out his hand and said, "Give me your phone."
"Um?"
"You are a newcomer, but I have been in the police department for more than ten years and know every bastard in every block of Gotham." Harvey smiled.
"Thank you!" Gordon handed over the phone.
Gordon is right.
When he told the black girl supervisor the loopholes in the case in front of many police officers in the police station, many people, including the supervisor, wanted to stop immediately, but in the end they fell silent without hesitation.
Harvey didn't lie either.
He is a veteran of Gotham. In only three hours, he has identified three of Andy's accomplices.
...
That afternoon, Wayne Manor.
"Sorry, Bruce, there is someone else who shot your parents."
It was easy for Gordon to meet the young master who had been hiding at home and being autistic recently.
"Not Harley's dad?" Bruce said in shock.
Gordon sighed softly and said: "On the same day as your parents were killed, but earlier, in the evening, a cash truck robbery occurred on 14th Avenue in Queens.
Merrill Lynch Bank lost millions of dollars, and two escorts died... Do you still remember it?" (ps: see the beginning of Chapter 15)
Bruce shook his head and said with a complicated expression: "There are robberies and murders every day in Gotham. I don't know about that. Could it be Andy did it?"
"I remember!"
Ah Fu frowned and said: "There are four gangsters in total. They are cruel and well-equipped. The media even gave them the nickname 'Red Hood Gang' because they all wear red hoods."
"Yes, it's them. Andy is the planner and initiator of the whole case. He also suggested wearing the red hood because he is thirty-six this year, which is his birth year." Gordon said.
"The year of your birth year?" Ah Fu and Bruce were confused.
"Bruce, you should know that Harley is familiar with Chinese culture."
"She speaks Chinese very well." Bruce nodded.
"It is the custom of Chinese people to wear red underwear and pants in the year of one's birth year. In order to avoid evil spirits. When Andy's birthday was in August, Harley gave him some red pants... She wanted to keep him safe, but she didn't want to.
It’s too late.”
Shaking his head, Gordon continued: "Perhaps Andy was a little nervous about robbing him for the first time, so he suggested wearing red underwear with his companions to seek good luck and avoid evil.
The other three people disagreed and thought it was too perverted, so Andy changed it to the Red Hood."
"Such details..." Bruce's face turned ugly, "Andy is really not the murderer of my parents."
"Have the other three robbers been arrested?" Ah Fu asked.
"Two died, probably because they were silenced. The remaining 'Shit Shell' Jordan was more clever. After Andy was arrested, he immediately fled to Naihe Island.
Now that the matter has been exposed, there is no need to eradicate it," Gordon said.
"Why did Andy plead guilty?" Bruce asked doubtfully.
"At first he refused to recognize him alive and screamed loudly, but then..." Gordon's eyes flickered and he did not dare to look at the two people opposite him.
"Later he met a certain police officer? Criminal suspects who are arrested at the police station can only meet the police, right?" Ah Fu said coldly.
Gordon nodded in frustration, "There is a mole in the police station."
Then, he looked at the young master's eyes sincerely and said excitedly: "But don't worry, I am on guard this time and I will definitely catch the real murderer, I promise!"
Bruce thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, I believe you again, but you must first clarify Andy's innocence to the media... although he is not innocent either."
"Of course, reopening the case of the Wayne couple's shooting case is not a trivial matter. It will definitely shock the whole city."
After saying that, Gordon was ready to say goodbye and leave.
"Wait..." The young master stretched out his hand and said hesitantly: "How is Harley now?"
"Not very good, not very bad, active and active but unable to see anyone."
Bruce said uncertainly: "She called me that night and asked for your phone number and mobile phone. I think there might be some hidden secret in this."
"She is not the cruel, slutty, witch in the news. I know how much she hates Du Ping." When he said this, Bruce was very sure.
Gordon shook his head bitterly, "Bruce, don't worry about her affairs. You can't help her. I...Oh, I'm leaving first."
...
Watching Gordon's back disappear around the corner of the garden, Bruce turned around and said to Afu: "Did you see it? Harley was really wronged."
Ah Fu frowned and said, "Agent Gordon hopes you won't interfere in her affairs. It's probably because it's too dangerous."
"Even if I want to intervene, what can I do? I can't even find the real culprit who murdered my parents." The young master waved his hands as if to vent, his face full of frustration and powerlessness.
"You don't believe Gordon? He said he would be responsible for catching him." Afu said.
"Afu, don't you understand? My parents died of murder. It was not for money like Andy. There were other reasons. There were other people behind it, people with high authority who could order the Sheriff!" Bruce said bitterly.
Afu held the young master's shoulders, stared into his eyes and said, "Master Bruce, don't underestimate Wayne's reputation and power in Gotham.
With only your nominal support, Gordon can charge into battle unscrupulously, and no one dares to make small moves openly!
No matter who the real culprit is, as long as he is found, his ending will not change."
Bruce's expression softened a bit, looking at the large garden outside the house, he said softly: "I want to go out for a walk."
"That's great, I'll make arrangements right away." Ah Fu was overjoyed when he heard this.
Since the death of my wife, the young master has been hiding in the house alone, not going to school, not seeing anyone, and even secretly mutilating himself.
He burned his palms with candles, cut his wrists with a knife, and climbed on the rooftop guardrail to "walk on a tightrope."
If you tilt your body, it will fall and become a piece of meat.
Ah Fu was scared to death.
The young master said that he was experiencing fear, but he felt that the young master was too immersed in the pain of losing his parents and his mother, and he was a little crazy.
Now I feel better and am willing to go out for a walk. At least I have hope of opening my closed mind.