When Gordon woke up, there was only a small desk lamp on in the dark ward. Schiller was dozing on the chair next to him. Hearing Gordon's movements, he woke up, took off his glasses, and said:
"I just said you would wake up while I was with you..."
Gordon is still speechless and is wearing a respirator. Schiller said: "You were seriously injured, a little too serious. After more than 20 hours of resuscitation, you could only barely save your life. And can you fully
Recovery is also unknown."
The psychiatrist's voice always has a calming power.
Gordon blinked. Apart from that, he really couldn't do more. Schiller yawned and said, "Thank you to your partner, who arrived in time to save your life."
"But I'm a little sorry. The group of people chasing you seems to have come for me."
Gordon shook his head slightly. He knew that these people were just hired killers. Even if Maroni didn't hire them, he would hire others.
Just when Schiller was about to continue speaking, the door opened and Harvey walked in and said: "Are you awake?"
Schiller nodded and stood up from the chair. Harvey said, "Let me do it. You go and rest."
Before Schiller left, he glanced at Gordon. The detective, who usually seemed energetic, now looked extremely haggard. The double physical and mental torture had made him a little dazed.
The corridor of the Central Hospital was dark late at night, and only the footsteps of Schiller's leather shoes echoed very clearly.
When we came downstairs, a car parked at the entrance of the hospital. A tall man in a suit came down and opened the door for Schiller. After Schiller got in the car, he said, "Let's have some jazz."
Soon, some light jazz music started playing, adding a little fresh air to the dull atmosphere inside the car, and the light outside the car still flickered.
Schiller closed his eyes with sleepiness. The person sitting in the passenger seat obviously did not expect that Schiller fell asleep like this. This professor is really different from ordinary people, he thought.
By the time the car arrived, Schiller had not yet woken up from his drowsy sleep. The light sleep he had just had made him even more sleepy.
Climbing up the wooden stairs, when Schiller walked into the room, Falcone was sitting behind the table in a suit, as usual, and Evans, also in a suit, stood behind his father.
Schiller sat across from the godfather, crossed himself on his chest, and said, "Good evening, godfather."
Falcone waved his hand first, then the tall man in a suit came up. Falcone took out a box of cigars from under the table. His assistant cut the cigars. Just when Schiller was about to refuse, Falcone said:
"I heard someone said you like smoking cigars, and I happen to like them too, so let's have one."
Schiller adjusted his posture and leaned his back completely on the back of the chair. He did not hide his tired expression at all, but still took the cigar. Evans came over and leaned over to light the cigarette for him.
Schiller took a cigar, glanced at him, and said, "I haven't seen you in formal clothes. There will be many girls chasing you at the ball."
Evans showed a humble smile, said nothing, and retreated behind Falcone.
"You have changed a lot, I can see it." Falcone said. The godfather still looked very elegant when smoking a cigar. He just took a brief breath and waited for the smoke to dissipate before speaking again.
say.
"When I first met you, I knew you weren't from Gotham, but you're getting better now, which is good."
"When you are wary of this place, you will find that everyone is against you, but when you truly regard this place as your home, you will find that anyone can find their own kindred spirits here.
"
"Maybe because everyone is a potential criminal," Schiller said.
"I'm a little surprised that you don't question why I didn't deal with Maroni."
Schiller said in a low voice: "Maroney is not important."
"You always make me feel incredible. I have seen too many people and too many geniuses in my life. They are often pretentious. Even if they look very humble on the surface, I know that their respect is just because they are afraid of me.
Got a gun."
"But I just know that it is not the gun that makes the Godfather feared by everyone."
"You let me see the charm of psychology, and you always seem to be able to give me the answers I want." Falcone said, he just let the cigar in his hand burn slowly.
"I hope Evans can learn the essence of this subject, but unfortunately, I know that he does not have this talent."
"His grades are not bad." Schiller shook the ashes from his cigarette and said, "He also works hard and is a good student."
"But that's it, right?"
Schiller didn't care about Evans' somewhat disappointed look. He said, "This is a good thing. Your Excellency, studying psychology is a dead end."
Falcone looked at him, and Schiller took another puff of his cigar, and then said: "This is not a bizarre metaphor. When you learn this science to the end, you will only have two results, either madness or death."
."
"Then it seems you have no choice."
"Maybe I chose both?"
Schiller began to become more and more sleepy. The sweet aroma of tobacco made him sleepy one after another. He squinted his eyes, and the light of the whole world dimmed into white.
"I know that Evans is still far behind. He is like his mother. He is neither an absolutely good person nor an absolutely bad person. This is the most terrifying thing."
"What do you want him to be?"
Before Falcone could answer, Schiller said: "Or do you want him to become the godfather?"
Falcone was silent.
Obviously he has the answer in his heart, but he is unwilling to admit it.
Is it a good thing to be a godfather?
Falcone, who has been a godfather for so many years, can't even give an answer.
"What happened to the policeman?" he asked.
Schiller shook his head and said: "He was seriously injured, and it may take a long time to recover."
"You can let him fall to Maroney, and I won't blame him." Falcone said: "I know these people have no choice, either cooperate or die. In fact, they have been able to persist until now.
I was impressed.”
"Maybe it's offensive, but his insistence is not because of the godfather."
"Why was that? If it wasn't because he was afraid of me, why did he resist Maroney's request for cooperation?"
"Because Maroney stopped him from going out and fighting crime."
"so what?"
"He is a policeman, and he thinks it is natural for the police to arrest criminals."
"It's a naive idea, isn't it? It even seems a bit ridiculous in this city."
"Good people never live long, especially in Gotham." Falcone said with a sigh.
"That's why I will be your longest-lasting tutor."
Falcone closed his eyes, and after a moment, he said, "Evans, go kill Maroni, kill him with your own hands."
Evans pursed his lips, and then said in a low voice: "Yes, father."
"As for those who come from the metropolis, I will deal with them."
"I don't bother you to do it."
"what's your plan?"
"I have made a lot of money recently, and there is a super mercenary who charges a very high price, and he happens to be very attracted to the price I offer."
"I'll pay for it," Falcone said.
"In your name, God bless Gotham."
It seems that the godfather is indeed old, and he really loves his son. He believes that in the past few decades of his life, the godfather has never shown kindness to anyone like this.
Indeed, in the past glorious years of the Godfather, he did not need to express his stance to anyone in this way, and no one dared to ask him to do so. But today, he can invite Schiller here and show his kindness to him in this way.
, it means that he is really old.
Schiller thought this, and his sleepiness became deeper and deeper. Falcone looked at the person opposite him and gradually closed his eyes. The godfather sighed and said to Evans: "Send your teacher back to rest.
"
Evans should be, the godfather stood up and looked out the window. Outside the window was a quiet night in Gotham. Looking out from the Falcone Manor, only the lighthouse on the coast was shining faintly.
Forty years have passed, he thought, the Godfather's friends and enemies have been annihilated with time, and his life and years have come to an end together with the previous era of Gotham. Only this lighthouse still lights up all night long.
Together with him, witness the city's ups and downs, its historical rise and fall.
Evans looked at his father from behind. Falcone's figure did not look old at all. He was still very tall and tall. The suit he wore on his body always looked so decent.
Finally, the godfather put out the cigar in his hand and said: "I only hope that he will really be your longest-lasting tutor."
On the pier in Gotham's East District, the light of the lighthouse is reflected on the sea surface, and the waves are constantly surging like golden fish schools. A cargo ship leaves the port in the dark.
Before the smell of blood on the deck dissipated, the bodies of the crew were thrown into the cold sea. A burly man standing on the bow of the ship spat on the ground. He said: "This time we have suffered a big loss. We have lost several people."
, and haven’t made any money yet.”
"Don't worry, at least we escaped." Another person next to him answered.
Suddenly, before they were far away from the port, the dull bells came from Gotham City. The bells with obvious tremors rang seven times. The leader of the ship asked doubtfully: "Why are they here?"
Ringing the bell at midnight?”
"Who knows? Maybe it's to see us off." The man next to him shrugged.
There was a soft sound from above, and then, a black and yellow figure appeared on the mast.
"It is indeed a farewell to you...the death knell."