In the corridor of the hospital, Gordon reached out and patted Schiller on the shoulder. Schiller was startled by him. Gordon looked at him with some confusion and said: "Why are you so sneaky? Don't you have an alibi?"
?…Wait, you weren’t there, right?”
Seeing Gordon's puzzled eyes gradually turning into suspicion, Schiller, who was standing by the door, sighed and said, "Of course I'm not there, Pamela can testify for me, but more importantly, actually, I..."
"Actually, this professor would not create such a clumsy crime scene." A voice came from the door, and Schiller was startled again. When he turned around, he saw Bruce's face.
"Professor, I hope you are not sad because I transferred to the physics department and haven't come to class for just a week." Bruce folded his arms and looked at Schiller and said.
"You are right about one thing." Schiller was not to be outdone at all: "It is true that I stopped going to class because you transferred to the physics department, but it was not because I felt sad, but because I finally got rid of the need to read your paper.
Nightmare, I need to celebrate!"
After saying that, he didn't look at Bruce and walked into the room from him. Gordon stepped forward, bumped Bruce's shoulder and said, "Seriously, you should have a fight with him before you change your major."
Not everyone can accept the greeting, and his protégé will switch to another major."
"Protégé?" Bruce turned his eyes in the direction of Gordon, and then said: "Elsa is more proud than me."
After saying that, he also walked into the room. Gordon stood there with his hands on his hips, sensing the subtle atmosphere between the two, and shook his head in confusion.
At the beginning, the relationship between Schiller and Bruce was okay, and they could be said to be both teachers and friends.
But later on, the two became tormented by each other. In addition to the teacher-student conflict, they also added a doctor-patient conflict.
But now, for some reason, the two of them seem to be really tired of each other. That kind of boredom comes from the heart and is not staged.
Gordon has actually seen this kind of emotion. His parents are a very typical couple who got married in a fit of passion when they were young, and then began to torture each other.
If Gordon had to describe it, the current Schiller and Batman are like a middle-aged couple who broke out countless quarrels when they were still young, exhausted all their energy, and tortured each other until they were tired and haggard.
They reconciled with each other not because they really cared about and understood each other, but because the endless conflicts consumed all the energy of both parties. There is only one word that can accurately describe this state, and that is - "make do with it."
chant".
Pulling back his thoughts that had drifted away, Gordon also stepped into the room.
The scene of the crime was actually very simple. A doctor was leaning on the window sill, his chest was covered in blood, his white coat was stained red, and the blood was flowing down his arm to his fingertips, and then to the ground.
The police brought the head nurse in. The head nurse spoke clearly and quickly: "Dr. Richard is a native of Gotham, but he graduated from Metropolitan University School of Medicine and has been practicing for 11 years. He is an experienced
Quite an experienced physician.”
"Bed No. 2 in this ward is his patient. The disease he suffers from is cholecystitis. He is recovering very well. He will be discharged from the hospital in two days. Today will be Dr. Richard's last ward round here.
."
"Dr. Richard didn't show anything abnormal after he came to the hospital today. The nurses in our department said he was normal."
"Richard is not married and has no children. The last girlfriend he dated has been broken up for half a year. He has no recent relationship history, no disease history, and no doctor-patient conflicts. His professional level is excellent. In his career as a doctor, there is no
Have any medical accidents occurred?”
"Dr. Richard is relatively introverted. He never gets into verbal disputes with other people. He has very good living habits and returns everything to its place after use."
"He has always been a loner and has no complicated interpersonal relationships. The last person I saw him was the new trainee nurse who came recently, and she didn't notice anything unusual."
"Today, when he came for ward rounds, another patient in this room had just been discharged from the hospital, and his patient went to the bathroom. It was this patient who discovered Dr. Richard's body."
"This patient is also a member of the gang. He did not panic, but called me over immediately. Neither of us entered the ward again. You were the first person to enter the ward after the body was found."
Chief Gordon was stunned for a moment. This was the first time in his career that he had to deal with a murder case in a hospital. He did not expect that the head nurse would explain everything clearly without him asking.
The head nurse nodded, smiled and said to Gordon: "My husband is also a policeman."
Gordon thought for a moment and said, "I'm not questioning your words, but please think about it again. Does Dr. Richard really have no enemies?"
"In the hospital, there is indeed none." After the head nurse finished speaking, her tone became more relaxed, and then she said, "But he is a Gotham local after all. I don't know about his interpersonal relationships in the gang."
Gordon nodded, made a note of this, and said, "Is the last student nurse who saw him here? I'd like to ask the young lady some questions."
"She is not a nurse in our department. She was giving injections downstairs before. I will call her over now." The head nurse nodded lightly, turned and left.
After a while, Selena's figure appeared at the door. She scratched the door frame, smiled awkwardly, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's me, but I swear, I didn't do this."
Bruce was a little helpless. Selina patted her arm and said, "Gordon pulled me over. These policemen are so crazy that they want to recruit a thief as a helper... Well, the market is not very good recently. I often
The market I went to has closed its stalls, so I can only rest for a while."
Gordon rolled his eyes, knowing that Selina was referring to her career as a snitch.
The proliferation of broccoli has caused many market spaces in slums to become unusable and need to be rebuilt. Catwoman has no place to sell stolen goods, so she must find some work, otherwise she will have no money to eat.
Gordon is best at using this kind of soft means to restrain this group of not-so-bad criminals, so he introduced her to a job as a nurse. It has to be said that her lock-picking hands are dexterous enough, and Selina is the one.
Among the batch of trainee nurses, she did the best job.
"You also know that I am the leader of these little hooves now. They are careless. Either the needle is stuck crookedly, or the blood is backflowing. If anything happens, they have to call me. I have to go upstairs and downstairs.
I'm running away, so I'll meet the doctor doing rounds, is it normal?"
Selena flipped her hair and said proudly. She also looked at Bruce and emphasized: "You always said, let me find something serious to do. Now I am saving people just like you, big hero."
!”
Bruce first glanced at Selina, then at the body on the ground. He thought for a moment and felt that Selina was not lying.
Catwoman's fighting style determines that she will not stab someone in the chest with a knife, because she is not strong enough. If the knife is in the wrong position, it may get stuck in the ribs and cannot be pulled out. Selina is a veteran and will not do this.
mistake.
The wounds on the corpse's chest were not complicated. The wounds were not deep. They should have been penetrating wounds caused by short sharp objects. But what is a bit strange is that the cause of death of the deceased was a ruptured heart, not drowning caused by a punctured lung.
, nor is it suffocation caused by damage to the trachea.
The fact is that shorter daggers are not suitable for stabbing the heart. The organs in the human chest are protected by ribs. If the knife misses the target when the opponent is struggling, it will easily get stuck in the ribs. The handle of a short dagger
It's not long enough and it's hard to exert force. If it gets stuck, you won't be able to pull it out.
And if it cannot be pulled out, resulting in blood loss, the opponent may not immediately lose the ability to move, and may be counter-killed. No veteran with some experience will do this.
It's actually very strange that the murderer's first target is the heart.
Ordinary citizens of Gotham, even if they have not killed anyone with their own hands, must have seen the murder scene, or have learned the most basic common sense from their relatives and friends.
Only those who go to school step by step will think that as long as they can destroy the heart, they can kill a person because they heard the teacher say that the heart is the most important organ of human beings. But in fact, in terms of cost performance and efficiency, this is not a solution at all.
Good choice.
Bruce first went to see Schiller. He thought that Schiller would look bored, because he knew that in Schiller's view, such a boring crime scene was not worthy of attention at all.
He didn't expect Schiller to investigate the case at all, just because the crime occurred in a hospital, and Bruce didn't know much about the hospital's topography and rules, so he hoped that Schiller, who had worked in the hospital before, could provide some professional answers.
.
But unexpectedly, Schiller looked at the corpse with very focused eyes. Then, he showed an interesting expression and said, "Have you noticed that the deceased was attacked from the front, but there were no signs of a struggle."
Gordon thought for a while and said: "If you were to attack the deceased head-on with a murder weapon, it would be almost impossible without resistance. The deceased should also stretch out his arms to block the attack. However, there were no signs of struggle in the environment, and neither were the arms.
Any wound, this is really not normal."
Schiller glanced at the smooth floor tiles in front of the deceased, then at the upper and lower edges of the window sill, and said: "The body has been moved."
Bruce suddenly raised his eyes and set his eyes keenly on the hospital window. He quickly walked over and looked up at the handle of the window. Gordon moved the bedside table. Bruce stepped on it, took out a lens and looked at it.
He looked at the marks on the window handle and said, "It seems that this is correct."
Schiller snapped his fingers and said, "I'll go downstairs."
After saying that, he left. Bruce did not stop him from leaving the scene of the crime as if he was in danger, but fell into deep thought.
Gordon still couldn't follow their thoughts, but soon, Bruce looked at the body and said: "Let's move the body away first and reconstruct the incident."
When he heard what he said, Gordon knew that his reasoning was close to ten, so the two of them moved the body away, and Bruce stood in front of the window of the ward.
This ward was not too big, with only one window and no balcony outside the window. But when Bruce pushed open the window with both hands, he lowered his head and saw that there was indeed an awning underneath.
Schiller opened the window downstairs almost at the same time. His voice came from downstairs: "There are inspection machines here, so they need to be shaded... Close the window first."
Bruce closed the window and Gordon stood by the window. Suddenly, a sound of "dong dong dong" sounded. Gordon was immediately startled because the sound did not come from the door, but from the window.
Gordon turned his head instinctively, but did not see anyone outside the window. At this time, Bruce took a few steps back and stood in the middle of the room, with his back to the window, checking the hospital bed.
After hearing the "dong dong dong" sound, Bruce turned his head and glanced at the window doubtfully. Gordon understood that he and Schiller were reconstructing the murder of Dr. Richard.
When Bruce turned his head back, the sound of "dong dong dong" sounded again, so Bruce turned around and strode to the window.
When Bruce reached out and pushed open the window, Gordon's heart was in his throat. He thought he was about to face a murder scene, but what he didn't expect was that after the window was pushed open, there was nothing there.
From Gordon's perspective, no one could be seen.
When Gordon thought Schiller was not in place yet, Bruce pressed his body against the window frame, grabbed the window sill with both hands, leaned his upper body forward, and lowered his head to look down.
The next second, a pen was pressed against his chest. Bruce immediately covered his chest and fell forward.
Just when his chest was about to touch the window sill, Schiller, who was squatting below, stood up, first held Bruce's shoulders, and pushed him to stop him from falling forward.
When the two were facing each other, Schiller's right hand reached to Bruce's left armpit, and his other hand pushed the right side of his back, hugged him, and then turned him around.
The moment Schiller let go, Bruce fell to the position of the corpse.