Gordon's expression suddenly became unpredictable. He sat down again, looked at Schiller and said, "Professor Schiller, since Officer Clay accused you of assaulting him, I think you may need to cooperate with the investigation."
"I'm very happy." Schiller nodded and said, "But I have classes tomorrow, and you can't take up my working time, otherwise I won't be able to explain to the Academic Affairs Office why I am absent from work."
Gordon nodded, Schiller stood up first, lowered his eyes and glanced at Clay lying on the hospital bed and said: "It seems that this police officer has a deep misunderstanding of me. I hope the Gotham Police Department can
Please help me resolve the misunderstanding between us."
"Actually, you don't have to worry too much, Mr. Director." Schiller looked at Gordon gently and said, "I am a psychology professor, and I have seen many victims who have experienced such major cases have the same post-traumatic stress disorder.
I am very happy to help them.”
Gordon stretched out his hand, shook Schiller's hand and said, "Thank you for your generosity, Professor, please excuse me."
After Schiller and the other two left, Gordon sat down with an inexplicable expression on his face. Clay was so excited that he even trembled. He said to Gordon: "The murderer is clearly in front of you, why don't you arrest him?! I
I know who attacked me and I'm not lying."
"Perhaps Schiller attacked you." Unexpectedly, Gordon did not continue to argue, but said: "Based on what I know about him, it is very likely that he attacked you."
"Then why don't you arrest him?"
Gordon put down the water glass in his hand, looked at Clay and said, "Do you think I have the ability to arrest him?"
"Isn't it possible? You all have guns and he's even here now."
Gordon shook his head and said, "It's true that we could put a gun to his head and arrest Schiller Rodriguez, but how are we going to arrest a Gotham University professor and a world-renowned psychologist?"
Clay stared at Gordon blankly, thinking he was talking nonsense.
"Let me emphasize to you one last time, Mr. Clay, being a police officer is not as simple as you think. The weight of the evidence determines how high a person of social status we can arrest."
"Your testimony may allow us to arrest a gangster, but it cannot be a scholar, let alone a well-known scholar. You need more evidence to convince me and the media."
"But the facts are right in front of us, why not..."
"Because now your suspicion is just suspicion." Gordon said: "If this suspicion is not supported by any substantial evidence, it will not affect his status in any way."
"Not to mention arrest, unless there is surveillance video of him killing people, it will be difficult to get a search warrant for him."
"Then why can't we look for evidence first..."
"Didn't you look for it? Did you find it?"
Clay choked.
This is an endless cycle. Everyone present understands that if you want to investigate such a big shot, you must have evidence, but without evidence, your investigation will not be accepted.
But Clay didn't believe it. He thought that Gordon could become the chief in such a city. He had dealt with countless big shots, and he must have brought down many people like Schiller in his resume.
He could do it back then, why can't he do it now? Isn't this just partiality?
Clay pointed out this point angrily, but Gordon said with a slightly contemptuous look: "I tried my best, even risking my life, to bring down those big shots, for the sake of justice."
"Isn't it now? Isn't it evil if he kills people wantonly?"
"If you were walking on the street and were suddenly knocked unconscious by him, sewn into human skin and thrown into the middle of the police station hall, I would not talk nonsense to you at all. I would immediately choose to arrest him, but I ask
How did you respond when you were at the scene of the crime?"
Clay opened his mouth to speak, but the words were soon stuck in his throat. He remembered his answer, saying that the crime scene was at Rodriguez Manor.
Schiller knocked him out at Rodriguez's estate.
So why did he show up at Rodriguez Manor?
"It's you who make it impossible for me to seek justice." Gordon said: "A police officer drove a police car to someone's house and rummaged through the house. If he doesn't shoot you to death, you are lucky."
"If I arrest him with great fanfare now because of the harm you suffered, because of his identity and status, this matter will definitely be reported to the newspapers. When the follow-up reports are made, once he tells the media about your behavior, the entire Gotham City will be shocked.
The police department will be mired in violent law enforcement charges because of you."
Gordon turned away his eyes and said with a dark expression: "I don't care if you are impulsive. There are many impulsive people here. Without them, I wouldn't be able to bring down so many big shots. Your only fault is that you are too stupid to rush in.
But no evidence was found."
After saying that, he stood up and left the door. The other policemen also left unsteadily, but Bullock sat down beside the hospital bed and lit a cigarette for himself.
"Sometimes justice and justice are the same thing, and sometimes they conflict with each other. This is strange, right?"
"Obviously Schiller killed someone, sewed you into human skin and hung you up in the police station. From a justice perspective, he is simply evil."
Clay's face was livid, but Bullock's words relieved his mood a little.
"But from the perspective of justice, you are a police officer who violates law enforcement and breaks into people's homes. He is a conscientious and well-known psychology expert. The public will not stand on your side."
"That's because the people don't know what he did!"
Bullock smiled and said: "James is right. As long as you have evidence to prove what he has done, Gordon will arrest anyone."
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"But since you don't have it, both parties are red-mouthed and white-fanged. The competition is about who has the right to speak. Do you think you can beat Professor Rodriguez?"
"...Yes, I have to leave before five o'clock in the afternoon. I still have to clean up the house to hold the housewarming party that I couldn't hold. Thank you for your concern, ma'am. I had already anticipated that I would be involved in various situations when I started this business.
Got into all kinds of trouble."
"Hello? Hilde? I've read your first draft, but the interview time has been changed to the day after tomorrow. I'm going to the police station tomorrow for investigation... It's not a big deal. A policeman broke into my manor and was injured...
"
"...Yes, the group meeting is canceled and will be held again this Saturday. You remind them to spare an afternoon and don't forget to bring their results. Don't try to fool me with last week's results."
"Hello? Victor? Has the principal gone back? How is the repair of the new school building?... I won't go to visit. I'm too busy recently. Yes, I will go to the police station tomorrow afternoon..."
Schiller made several calls in a row. He put down the phone, shook his stiff neck, and saw a dark figure poking his head in the backyard.
Schiller opened the back door and found Martin. He waved to Martin, who climbed over the backyard fence with great skill.
He took out a party mask with feathers from his back, put it on his face and made a funny expression, then handed it to Schiller and said, "Consider it my gift for your housewarming party in advance."
"I thought that crystal ball was a gift."
Martin smiled and said: "Of course not, that's a curse."
"Where did you get it?"
"My family background, ahem, my mother is a witch, and our family all believe in ancestor gods, so I also order things in this area."
Schiller led him into the house, opened the freezer drawer of the broken refrigerator, and handed the top two drawers to Martin, while he held the bottom drawer.
The two went through the backyard door again and came to the pit. Schiller threw the drawer into the pit along with the red things inside.
"What a shame for such a good refrigerator." After Martin said this, he threw both drawers in. The drawer was knocked over, and the red things inside fell out, which turned out to be human limbs without skin.
"I'm going to buy a new one tomorrow." Schiller said, "Actually, I want to move the one from the manor, but it's too big and the decoration style doesn't match."
"You are so classy, sir." Martin sighed from the bottom of his heart: "I didn't expect the final product to be that effective. I believe the ancestors will be very happy after seeing it."
He took out the crystal ball, and there was energy in the crystal ball again. He brought the crystal ball in front of his eyes and patted it gently. Schiller heard a sound like wind.
"Don't really pull any magic tricks." Schiller said, "The refrigerator is broken now and there's no place to put it."
Martin put away the crystal ball and said: "Thank you very much. Those drug dealers have been staring at me for a long time. I live in a downtown area and I really can't dedicate them all to the ancestors. It will be different with you here."
Schiller walked to the sink and washed his hands, then wiped them dry with a towel nearby and said: "Let's talk about your relationship with the Confessor Cartel, I mean with the Revolutionary Army."
Martin showed a sarcastic smile and said: "That must be the revolutionary army of the past. I have nothing to do with these idiots now."
The two of them walked to the sofa and sat down. Martin slumped comfortably in the chair and said, "It's great to have money. When I have money, I will buy such a big villa."
Schiller said nothing. When he finished his sigh, Martin yawned and said: "It's not complicated. My father used to be a fisherman and knew how to repair boats and cars. He became quite capable after he came to Guazhou. Our family
There is a particularly large piece of land in the village that has been used to grow poppies for the drug traffickers."
"The person who hired us before was a local boss. Although he was a bit stingy, he treated our family well. After all, my father can do technical work. If he has a good relationship with our family, he can have a good relationship with the villagers."
"The share of the poppy harvest is not much, but it is indeed more profitable than food. My family used to have a pretty good life."
"But suddenly one day, the drug trafficking organization called the Repentance Cartel, probably in order to expand their territory or grab plantations, killed our original boss."
"At that time, my father was very ill and couldn't stop them. He passed away soon after, and my mother and I and the other villagers in the village started working for the Confessor Cartel."
"These guys are not only stingy, but also very vicious. They don't treat anyone well. The villagers are unhappy with them. We are not farmers who accept their bullying."
"The villagers got some guns, took out the cars and ammunition that the previous boss had hidden, and had a fight with them. I was quite old at that time, so I went to help, and finally drove them away. We
Start doing it yourself.”
"Business is doing pretty well. My mother took me to the city, where I also studied. I plan to go to the United States to work through my father's former friends when I am older."
"Who knew we would encounter the damn Confession Cartel again in the city? Without the help of the villagers, my mother and I were very weak, and they chased us home."
"My mother was shot to death by them, and I ran away, but I knew it was impossible for my mother to let them go like this. She had the power of the ancestor gods."
"Sure enough, when I got home, I found a mummy. That was my mother's body. All her blood had drained away, and the statue of the ancestors she had been worshiping was broken."
Martin raised his eyebrows, not much sadness, just a little anger and ridicule. He said: "She cursed everyone in this organization with her own life. The tattoo on the back of the confession cartel is the death talisman of the ancestor gods.