Chapter 3016 The green trees are dense and the summer is long (24)
Chapter 2990 The green trees are dense and the summer is long (twenty-four)
When Schiller climbed the hillside again, Pamela was already waiting there. Her mental state seemed much better than before. Sure enough, debt makes people age.
Schiller looked far into the distance and found that the forest was growing much better than before. It seemed that Pamela had adjusted the proportion of plants here during the fire prevention process to make the forest healthier.
Schiller didn't wait any longer and said directly: "Find me a special flower pot in that high school."
"Flower pot?" Pamela said with some confusion: "What's so special about flower pots? Is there any special pattern?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "There's a drainage hole at the bottom."
Pamela said speechlessly: "Which flowerpot doesn't have drainage holes at the bottom? If not, the roots will rot... Okay, okay, I'll try."
After saying that, she began to manipulate all the plants in the boarding high school building not far from the forest, making them look down at the flowerpot under her butt.
After looking at them for a long time, Pamela said: "The flower pots in this school should be purchased in a unified way. They all look similar. They are ordinary white gardening plastic pots with a hole in the bottom."
"Can you feel something foreign in the soil in a certain flower pot?"
This time, Pamela concentrated for a longer time than before. She was obviously using exhaustive methods to eliminate them, but this was actually not easy, because the root system of plants does not have sensory cells. If you want to find out whether there is any foreign matter, you have to short-circuit it.
The root system is stimulated within a certain period of time until it fills the entire flower pot. Foreign matter is the place where the growth of the root system is hindered.
But this requires a lot of effort. After the investigation, Pamela sat down on the ground and said: "There are seven or eight suspicious flower pots, basically on every floor."
"Can you dig out the foreign object?"
"Even if they can be dug out, they cannot be sent here." Pamela said: "Those delicate garden plants cannot bear too much force, and there are security guards in the school, so they will be discovered."
"Okay, come with me."
"What are you going to do?"
"Of course I'm going to inspect the flower pots."
"Oh my God." Pamela stood up with her hands on her hips. It was already very late at night, and she obviously wanted to go back to sleep. However, the greening work of Gotham was not done well before, and she would not contribute any more now.
, she is really going to be in bad luck.
The two of them sneaked into the school. This was not difficult for Schiller. However, if they dug out the soil in the flower pot on site, it would be too time-consuming and would leave traces. So they decided to just remove the flower pot. It was so big.
A few pots of flowers were lost in a school without anyone noticing.
Schiller got a small cart from Warehouse Street, and Pamela carried the flowerpot on it and put it in the trunk of Schiller's car. The two returned to Arkham Asylum together.
It was already dawn at this time, but Schiller had no intention of sleeping. He began to check the flower pots one by one, first taking out the plants, breaking up the soil, and checking what the foreign matter inside was.
Most of the foreign objects in the flower pots were cigarette butts, stones, wood fragments, etc., which should have been accidentally got in when stirring the garden soil, but in only one flower pot that was a little yellow, Schiller found something.
Small pieces of bone.
This bone is very identifiable. It is the pisiform bone in the human palm, which is the bone that protrudes from the base of the palm. It is almost a unique bone to humans and marks the difference in hand structure between humans and other primates.
Schiller took a closer look at the pea bone. He determined that this bone did not belong to an adult, but to a child of about seven or eight years old. Because the palm itself was very small, the bone was really as big as a pea.
, if Pamela hadn’t checked carefully, she would have missed it.
However, it is precisely because this bone is too small and has a unique position in the palm. Without this bone, all the other bones in the palm look very reasonable when put together. People who are not professional serial killers will not notice the problem, so
Only then did it become possible to be secretly hidden,
The next step is to find the owner of this bone. As expected, he should have been dead for a long time, but as long as he was alive, it was impossible not to leave some traces.
After squinting for a while in the morning, Schiller brought Bones to the Gotham Police Station, but he didn't alert too many people. He only told others that he had something to do with the director, and came to Gordon's office.
He handed the bones in the transparent sealed bag to Gordon, and then said: "Find a way to help me find out who the owner of this bone is."
"Do you want to do a genetic comparison?"
"I'm not sure you have his genes. It would be best if you can compare and get the result. If the comparison fails, try to find a way to investigate the missing children in the Polokin community in the past ten years. I think you will find something."
Gordon immediately realized something, his face became serious, and then he said: "I will use a two-pronged approach, and I will give you the news as soon as tonight."
"No, you'd better not investigate in a big way." Schiller shook his head and said, "Someone was targeting me yesterday. It seemed that they wanted to take advantage of the mentally ill patients to cause trouble and shoot me..."
Gordon took a breath, walked quickly to Schiller and said, "Are you okay?"
Schiller shook his head and said: "You underestimate me too much. They can't find any professional killers, they are just a group of desperadoes who are just looking for money."
"Then you came here so arrogantly today, didn't you tell them clearly what you found?" Gordon's intuition in this regard has always been very sharp, he said: "Are you trying to attract their attention here?"
"That's right, Director. I'm just an ordinary psychology professor. Even if I have doubts about certain cases, the best thing I should do is tell the police. And you are really capable of finding out something."
Gordon slowly walked back to his seat and sat down and said: "Yes, you really should do this, because if you are the only one with evidence, they will try to silence you, but if you hand the evidence to the police station, they will
On the contrary, I will resort to aggressive measures because everyone knows that I am a tough guy. I didn’t give up when the situation in Gotham was so bad, and now there is no reason to compromise.”
"But they will definitely try," Schiller said: "To find out how much you really know, to find out how much you know, to try to hinder the investigation, and maybe even to jump over the wall to get rid of it once and for all."
Gordon sneered and said: "There are too many people who think like them. Where are these people now? Even the Gotham gangs in the past couldn't defeat me, let alone them!"
"I brought their attention to you so that I could investigate more." Schiller sat on a chair nearby and said, "They will definitely think that I just got some clues by chance, but it's not
I know the cause and effect, but I don’t have the energy or ability to investigate, so I’m not important anymore.”
"When they spend all their energy on hindering your investigation, the protection of other places will be weakened. Then maybe I will have a chance to find out."
"No matter what, I still want to remind you to pay attention to safety." Gordon said: "The Gotham Police Department is energetic and well-equipped. I will never act alone. I am full of experience in guarding against these villains, but you don't
Same, you've always been alone, but now that you don't have superpowers, you're more likely to end up in the gutter."
"Don't you think I didn't think of this?" Schiller said with a smile: "I brought Amanda here not just to let her pester Williams. You know, this stupid girl will always only be interested in me.
interest."
Gordon sighed and said, "Have you ever thought about it, she is not actually stupid, she is just too obsessed and can never let go of her family."
"I'm just talking about my standards. In my opinion, Batman is also stupid. People who can't let go are always stupid. But they are willing to be such stupid people. What can I do?"
Gordon stood in front of the office window and watched Schiller get into the car. When his eyes fell on the transparent plastic bag in his hand, he realized the same problem as Schiller - this bone did not belong to an adult.
It should come from a child.
The face of his daughter flashed in Gordon's mind. She was so innocent and cute, from crying as a baby to learning to crawl, walk, speak, and read...
Time has failed to leave any more marks on the face of this police chief. He seems to have defeated everything in the world and is more of a winner than all Batmans. At this time, his eyes are burning with blazing fire, and that
My heart, which had not been righteous for a long time, began to beat feverishly again.
Back at Arkham Asylum, as expected, two gods stood at the door of the office, both wearing uniforms similar to those of the FBI, except for the purple shield logo on their chests.
The door was opened, and a sullen-looking Amanda stood at the door. She seemed to regard this as her own home, and said to Schiller: "Come in."
Schiller didn't care about her, walked in slowly, and then asked: "You didn't move the umbrella, did you? Or did you touch it out of curiosity and was knocked down by it?"
"Why did you put such a dangerous object in your office? Two of my subordinates were unconscious because of it!" Amanda growled at him: "They didn't even touch it, they just looked at it!"
"Then you should tell them that when dealing with mysterious things, they shouldn't look too far." Schiller said: "Now that the so-called Federal Shield has been established, haven't you considered recruiting a few magicians who really know what they do?
"
Amanda choked for a moment and then said: "How can magicians be willing to work here? How much money do I have to pay them to make up for the organs they trade?"
"The last sentence is the key point. After all, money can make all the difference. If you are willing to pay, there are still people who can work for you."
"That's what I made clones for." Amanda folded her arms and sat down across from the desk, then said, "I don't believe that the devil is innocent. Sooner or later, I will be able to defraud them of funds.
.”
"Very ambitious." Schiller gave her a rare compliment. If Amanda could really achieve Nick's level, then she should be the head of the DC version of S.H.I.E.L.D.
But now it seems that she is still a little immature, and she still wants to use clones to deceive the devil, rather than actually making an unspeakable deal with the devil, but at least she will not kneel down to the devil, which is enough to fulfill her duties.
After all, if the devil suddenly appeared in Congress one day, few people would be able to avoid their knees falling to the ground.
"Then why did you come to me?" Schiller asked.
Amanda pursed her lips and said, "That Williams... my people got some information from him. I think you might be interested. Should we make a deal?"
Schiller slowly narrowed his eyes, and Amanda did not intend to sell it to him, but said: "I know that the Gotham City Government recently received a fund for upgrading urban greening, and Williams also knows."
"What does he want to do?"
"He believes that if he uses this money to invest in finance, it will bring greater benefits to the city. He has united with several real estate companies and is trying to find ways to lobby the city council."
"Although your good mayor is still in power now, everyone knows that he will rise to the top one day. This may be his last or penultimate term. The candidate for the next term has not yet been determined."
"Wouldn't a mayoral candidate happen to have a financier?" Schiller asked.
Amanda took out a document from the side and handed it to Schiller, and then said: "You will know after you read it yourself."
The hypnosis section is artistically processed, and the real hypnosis is purely anecdotal. After three or four hours of sleeping, I woke up and woke up, and the same questions kept repeating. It was like doing math problems, torturing doctors and patients. It was too clumsy to write.