In the quiet manor, the flames of the fireplace crackled, and drizzle hit the glass. When the slight noise was transmitted into the room, it was eliminated in the dim light.
The sound of the pages turning was soft, and Schiller was leaning on the sofa in front of the fireplace reading a book. In this slow-paced era, the time from sunset to bedtime always seemed very long. Schiller held the book, and the world in front of him was filled with words.
It shook upwards and began to blur gradually. Just when he was getting sleepy, a rapid ringing of the phone woke him up.
Schiller sat there and closed his eyes, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, then stood up slowly, walked to the stairs, picked up the phone receiver on the cabinet and put it to his ear.
"Fish Mooney is dead."
On the other end of the phone, Gordon's voice sounded like thunder.
Schiller covered his forehead, leaned against the cabinet, and said, "Who is that?"
"The boss of the Mooney Gang, the ruler of living hell."
"so what?"
"...I need your help, Professor."
Schiller glanced at the completely dark sky, and just when he was about to refuse, Gordon said: "This is the crime scene discovered by Batman. When we passed by, Fish was already dead. After recording, we took Fish
Shi's body was brought back for autopsy, and a witness was also brought back. This witness's mental state is not very good, and he may have some mental illness. We really need your help."
Schiller put down the phone, sighed, put on his coat, took an umbrella, left the warm and quiet manor, and walked into the dark rainy night of Gotham.
When we arrived in front of the police station, there was only a small light bulb in front of the old police station, hanging on the top of the porch at the entrance. Through the light, we could see the rain falling in.
Schiller walked up the steps that were filled with water. He looked up and saw that Gordon was struggling to open the chained wooden door.
Schiller put away his umbrella, and Gordon came over and said, "Thank God, you came just in time."
"Next time there is an emergency like this..." Schiller shook the umbrella vigorously, as if venting his anger, and said, "Don't call me. If you have anything to do, talk to me tomorrow morning."
Following his movements, Gordon turned his attention to the umbrella. He turned his head and took a closer look at the umbrella, and then said, "Why is your umbrella broken? Didn't you say it was of good quality before?"
"Yes, but no matter how good the quality is, it will break, and if it breaks, there is no place to repair it."
Schiller put away his umbrella and walked straight into the police station. Gordon followed him, and then said: "That weirdo in tights ran to the living hell in the middle of the night and happened to run into a murder."
Gordon took two quick steps and came to Schiller to lead the way. He spoke quickly: "Fish Mooney was the gang boss who originally ruled Living Hell. Since the transformation of Living Hell, many other gangs in the East District have
The boss gradually entered there and divided up the Mooney Gang's territory."
"Fish has a bad temper and seems to be a sadist."
"Now that she is dead, you don't need to describe her symptoms to me. Tell me about the living person. Where is the witness?"
"I'm about to take you there..." Gordon led Schiller through the entire corridor, and then stopped in the room at the end, where a young police officer had just come out. He said to Gordon: "That boy
He seems to have some mental problems. I swear I didn't hit him, but he..."
"Okay, okay." Gordon patted the young police officer on the shoulder and said to him: "I trust you, you are not such a violent person, let's go in and have a look."
After opening the door, Gordon walked in first. As soon as Schiller entered, he saw a familiar figure sitting behind the interrogation table, that was Oswald Cobblepot.
He looks very bad now, his face is pale, his black hair is wet from the rain, and it sticks tightly to his forehead. His eyes sunken deep under his eye sockets are dull, his limbs are twitching, and he is mumbling something.
.
He did not sit on the chair, but squatted in the corner of the room. The young police officer also came in and introduced to Gordon: "We asked him to sit on the chair, but he didn't sit down, and we didn't give him any instructions.
He was handcuffed, and no violence was used to treat him. He was like this as soon as he came in..."
Gordon understood the reason why the young police officer repeatedly emphasized that he did not use violent methods. In a place like the Gotham Police Department, most police officers are not so friendly to prisoners, and it is normal for them to be beaten after being arrested.
Gordon had previously told him not to use violence against Cobot. Seeing Cobot like this, the young police officer was afraid that Gordon would misunderstand.
Gordon used the key to open the iron door behind the interrogation table. When he walked in, Cobot looked very scared. Schiller stopped Gordon from approaching. He said: "It seems that he must have a stress disorder.
Don’t get close to him first…”
Schiller and Gordon stood two meters away from Cobot. Schiller tilted his head and glanced at Cobot from the backlight. He discovered that Cobot should be in the stage of illness now.
Gordon observed him from another angle. What did he say to the young police officer: "Did you really not beat him? Why did I see that there seemed to be a wound on his neck?"
The police officer raised his hand and said, "I swear, we never touched him! As for that wound, it should have been there before we came here."
The police officer spoke very firmly. Gordon frowned. Schiller turned to Gordon and said, "Let him go out first. Too many people are not conducive to his calming down."
After the young officer got out, Schiller said to Gordon, "It's probably acute stress disorder."
Schiller took half a step forward, and Cobot immediately hid back like crazy, letting out an unintelligible scream. Schiller stepped back, and then said to Gordon: "Experience the symptoms again, panic, be vigilant."
,and……"
Schiller rubbed his chin and said: "That's not all. Along with the excitement, there seem to be some other mental disorders..."
"Well, it seems that it is impossible for us to ask anything from him."
"That's not necessarily true, but his symptoms require hospitalization. After treatment, he should be able to return to normal consciousness."
"About how long will it take?"
"Are you in a hurry?" Schiller asked Gordon, "Although Fish Mooney is a gang boss, he is not ranked high in Gotham. Who puts so much pressure on you?"
Gordon sighed and said: "This matter is very complicated, let Batman talk about it."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a noise behind him, and Batman appeared in the shadows in the corner of the interrogation room.
"Let me state first, I know you suspected me of beating him, but I didn't do it." Batman said.
"Weren't the injuries on his body caused when you subdued him?" Schiller turned to him and asked him.
Batman shook his head and said, "When I met him at the murder scene, he was unconscious and covered in injuries. He had obviously been beaten just now."
Batman also walked into the iron door, stood further away, looked at Cobot and said: "When I arrived at the scene, Fish was already dead, and he was unconscious on the side, covered in beatings.
There were no traces of a third party at the scene, so I could only call Gordon to investigate, and then send Fish’s body here with him.”
"I think you should tell me this story from the beginning." Schiller and the other two walked out. Gordon looked back as he walked away. He looked a little sympathetic to Copot. He said, "Let's just do this."
Should he leave it here? Isn’t that okay? Otherwise, why don’t we send him to the hospital first?”
"It's best not to let anyone get close to him for the time being, otherwise it will be easier to irritate him." Schiller said without looking back, but Gordon was still a little worried. He said: "This child doesn't seem to be an adult yet. He should also have some."
Family members, right? If he doesn't come home so late, his relatives will probably be very worried about him."
As he said that, he shouted twice, called back the young police officer who was smoking at the top of the stairs, and said to him: "Go and find out where this kid lives, who else is at home, and report to his home."
Ping An, by the way, don’t say he is sick, just say he was injured while racing on the street and is in the hospital now..."
"Don't use the excuse of racing." Schiller reminded Gordon, and he said to Gordon: "I recognize him. He is a student at the Living Hell Vocational School. His mother should be at home. He does not race."
"Then what's the use? Forget it, or just say he's drunk or high."
"He doesn't have any bad habits, he doesn't drink or take drugs, he doesn't race cars, he doesn't fight, he doesn't even smoke."
Gordon's eyes widened. He looked back at Cobot and then at Schiller. He said with some surprise: "No smoking, no drinking, no drugs, no racing, no fighting? No bad habits? Are you sure?
Is he a kid from Gotham? That's really weird..." Gordon put his hands on his hips and said in confusion: "So there really is such a person in Gotham? This is the first time I've seen him in the past few years here."
After saying that, he sympathized with Copot even more. He stood at the door and looked at him repeatedly. Schiller said to Gordon: "I remember when I came to the police station last time, I saw a lady who was in charge of cleaning. You
Asking her to come here, a lady who is similar in age to his mother, should make him lower his vigilance."
"Are you talking about Mrs. Mona? Well, she probably hasn't left yet. I'll arrange for her to come over and at least change this boy's clothes."
After the three left, they went to Gordon's office. Gordon and Schiller sat down face to face, and Batman stood in the shadow of the window.
Schiller poured himself a glass of hot water and said, "I think you should start from the beginning. What is going on?"
He turned to Batman and said, "Why on earth did you go to hell?"
Then he turned back to Gordon and said, "What's going on with Fish's death? Why are you so anxious to investigate this case?"
It was Gordon who spoke first. He sighed and said: "I'll tell you what I know first. This has to start with the transformation of the living hell area..."
"We all know that the transformed living hell is like a delicious piece of pie, and everyone wants a piece of it. Although Moonibong was originally rampant in the living hell, there are many thorns in the East End, just on Elizabeth Street.
, there are several powerful people, they are not far from the living hell, if you want to get closer to the water, you have to get the moon first..."
"As the original owners of the Living Hell, the Mooney Gang wants to hold on to this area, but they also know that they cannot do this on their own."
"So, Fish gave up part of his profits to the outside gang bosses and allowed them to occupy some territory in the North District. However, these gang bosses were all greedy crocodiles who couldn't get enough to eat. They forced Fish step by step. As a result,
, the entire North District and half of the South District have been occupied by outsiders, Fish is going crazy..."