In the office of the Gotham Police Department, Bullock was lighting a cigarette, leaning against the filing cabinet, and said to Gordon: "You know, I am from the East Side, a native Gothamite, a child from the slums."
"I remember when you first came to Gotham... that must have been a few years ago? Yes, at that time, the East End was still very glorious. There were four major families, numerous high-end clubs, various bars and clubs, and even stripping
Dancers are the best."
"Don't think it's a shabby slum." Bullock changed his hand to hold the cigarette. He took a puff of the cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and fell into memories.
"The East End was glorious for a long time, with Green Street as the center and spreading out to dozens of streets, including Elizabeth Street, the central area where gangs now gather. But at that time, Elizabeth Street was not ranked. The truth is
In terms of prosperity, of course Green Street is second to none.”
"But now, there's something there..." Gordon frowned, touched the corner of his mouth, and said, "I went to see it when I was working on that case two days ago, and it really doesn't match what you said.
…”
"Of course, as I said, that was all in the past. About five or six years ago... or seven or eight years ago, it was still the most prosperous commercial center in the East District, and the Weijin Umbrella Store opened at the end of the building.
Alley, don’t think it’s remote, that’s actually the best location.”
Bullock exhaled another puff of smoke and recalled: "That is the most special store in the East District. Commercial streets under gangster rule are often full of bars, dance halls and high-end restaurants. An umbrella shop opened there, which is somewhat out of place."
"However, the customers in that umbrella shop are very high-end, because the old umbrella maker Wei Jin is very good at craftsmanship. The handmade umbrellas he made were a symbol of the status of Gotham gang bosses at that time. Anyone who can hold one has Wei Jin
If the emblem of the umbrella goes out, it means that he is a high-ranking figure in the Gotham gang world."
"I know." Gordon nodded and said, "When I first came to Gotham, there was a craze for handmade products. A retro trend was leading the aesthetics of the East Coast and even the country. Everyone was saying that it was made by machines.
Things are cold and soulless, only handmade things have taste."
"Maybe so, but not entirely." Bullock came over, sat on the chair, and continued, "You know the weather in Gotham, umbrellas are indeed very practical things."
Gordon put his elbows on the table, put his whole body weight on the table, flipped through a file, and said: "This old umbrella maker should be very good at his craftsmanship, right? It's a pity that he is dead."
"Indeed, all the gang bosses in Gotham would only buy umbrellas from him, so many other umbrella makers stopped working. Today, he is the only handmade umbrella maker left in Gotham."
"His craftsmanship is indeed commendable, but his temper is also very weird. When I lived in the East District, I once heard that his umbrellas were only sold to some people, while other people bought them no matter how much they paid.
No umbrella.”
"Really?" Gordon looked at Bullock and questioned: "Those gang bosses didn't give it to them for free. If this old umbrella maker dares not to sell them umbrellas, won't they look for trouble?"
"I don't know about that, but it doesn't seem like there was any conflict." Bullock shrugged.
"I don't think you can find any clues from him. He may have been accidentally injured."
Gordon said unwillingly: "Kevin's death is related to Fish's death, but I can't find any clues from Kevin, so I can only start with others. Do you think..."
Gordon sighed, overturned the guess in his mind, and then said: "Forget it, it's unlikely. Now that the craze for handmade products has passed, a gangster like Kevin who didn't go to school won't do any handmade customization.
Umbrellas, our informant never said that he knew the owner of the Weijin Umbrella Shop, they may be strangers."
"But I always feel that it is a bit strange that they died in the same case." Gordon straightened up and said with his hands on his hips: "In the past, there were many gang fights that affected other people, but I feel that in this case,
It’s very strange…”
"Your intuition has always been very accurate." Bullock said to Gordon: "Well, I'll go to that umbrella shop again later. After all, I grew up in the East End and am familiar with it. If anything happens,
I'll tell you any clues..."
"It can only be the."
As soon as Gordon finished speaking, a young police officer knocked on the door and said: "Boss Gordon, Mr. Falcone is here."
Gordon and Bullock hurried out the door, and when they came upstairs, they saw the police chief exchanging pleasantries with Evans. Evans was in suits and ties, with several bodyguards following behind him.
It looked like he was the owner of the police station.
Evans inherited his father's good looks, tall, straight and handsome, and he also inherited beautiful blond hair from his mother, but his image does not look like a gang godfather, but like that
A star actor, or a passionate artist.
Seeing Gordon coming, he turned around and shook hands with Gordon and said: "Detective Gordon, I have known you for a long time. I have heard about you from my classmates and teachers. You are a good policeman..."
Gordon and Bullock accompanied the director to chat with Evans.
This is the case in Gotham. Even if Evans is the biggest suspect in a murder case, all the police have to be polite to him and even treat him as a guest because his last name is Falcone.
Just when they were about to invite Evans to the reception room, Evans said: "No, I have something to say here..."
In the basement of a hotel on Elizabeth Street, Maroney screamed, and Batman broke his leg with a steel pipe. Maroney cursed loudly: "You damn nosy weirdo..."
Batman's voice was as cold as ever: "I stopped you from killing the innkeeper, but it was not because I happened to be passing by. Obviously, I have something to do with you, and you'd better cooperate."
Maroni glared at him fiercely and said, "Don't expect me to tell you anything! You son of a bitch..."
Ten minutes later, Maroni was lying on the ground with all his limbs broken. Batman asked him: "Did you shoot Fish?"
Maroney didn't seem to expect that he was asking this question. He let out a short breath where he was. The pain almost made him faint, but Batman gave him a shot of stimulant to keep him awake.
"You'd better cooperate, otherwise I won't know where to break next." Batman kicked his arm, and Maroni screamed like he was on the verge of death. In the end, he still gave in.
, he said: "It's me...it's indeed me..."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I have a grudge against Fish."
Batman stepped on his broken arm again, and Maroni screamed fiercely. He trembled and said, "Someone is threatening me...I can't help it..."
"Who threatened you?"
Maroni was silent for a long time, and no matter how much Batman tortured him, he refused to say the name.
Finally, Batman said: "I know where the Maroni family is stationed, and I also know where your core power and wealth are hidden. If you don't want a fire to suddenly break out with no survivors, you'd better cooperate with me...
…”
Maroney lay on the ground as if dead. Just when Batman thought he wouldn't speak anymore, Maroney spat out a name in a hoarse voice:
"Evans Falcone."
In the ward of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Schiller retracted his arm, put down the umbrella, and then put the tip of the umbrella on the ground. He said to Cobot: "...don't tell me that you bought this umbrella.
Yes, you should know that you can't afford this thing."
"So, did you steal this, or did you rob it?"
Cobot seemed to be humiliated. He pursed his lips and glared at Schiller and said, "I deserve this!"
Schiller folded his hands on the handle of the umbrella, stood there, and asked Cobot: "Why do you say that?"
Cobot turned his head and did not answer.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the ward, and Schiller turned around and said, "Please come in."
It was Gordon who came in. After he came in, he first glanced at the situation in the ward, glanced at Cobot, and finally stopped at Schiller and said: "Little Falcone has confessed."
The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment. Cobot almost jumped up from the bed as if he was electrocuted. He turned to stare at Gordon and said loudly: "What did you say? Who confessed?"
His tone was full of disbelief. Gordon swallowed and said to Cobot: "I know you can't believe it, because I can't believe it now either."
"But the fact is that before I came here, about a few dozen minutes ago, Evans Falcone, the godfather's son, came to the police station..."
"He then admitted that he directed Maroney to kill Fish Mooney."
Cobot's movements froze in mid-air, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, and then he fell back on the bed as if doubting his life, muttering to himself in disbelief: "...He ordered Maroni to kill
Fish is dead, so what did I do? What did I do?"
"I..." Cobot seemed to be choked. It could be seen from his expression that in just a few seconds, he went through all his plans and actions in his mind, and then he
He said with absolute certainty: "It's impossible, how could little Falcone... This doesn't make sense at all."
Gordon sighed and said, "Who says it's not the case? Bullock and I were both shocked. Evans stood in a police station full of police officers and told us that he surrendered himself and that he was the one who ordered Maroney to kill
Dead Fish.”
"He had no motive to do this." Cobot looked at Gordon and said, "Aren't we policemen the most particular about criminal motives? What reason did Falcone have for doing this? What would killing Fish do to him?
benefit?"
He had just finished asking, and then he said in disbelief: "Well, killing Fish may indeed be of some benefit to him, such as being able to scare other people, but he shouldn't..."
"I know what you want to say. No matter how stupid the godfather's son is, he will not use this method to eliminate his competitors. More importantly, even if he does, there is no reason to surrender."
"Things like gang assassinations are common in Gotham." Gordon frowned deeply, and you could feel that the deep marks between his eyebrows were almost engraved on his face. He said, "Everyone has
You know, this kind of thing happens every day, but that’s not the reason why he brings this kind of thing to the table.”
"What does he want to do? Why does he involve the police station?"
When Gordon said this, he felt ridiculous. Is there any reason to involve the police station in the murder case? Oh my God! What is he talking about? Is he still a policeman?
But in Gotham, this is obviously the truth that everyone acquiesces to. No one will call the police for assassinations among gangs. It will be looked down upon by other colleagues and will greatly damage the reputation.
But now, the godfather's own son has come to the police station and openly confessed that he murdered Fish. The nature of the matter is completely different.
If he doesn't admit it, no one can force him to admit it because his surname is Falcone. But now that he admits it, no one can turn a blind eye to it, also because his surname is Falcone.