On a rainy night with lightning and thunder, the rain fell on the roof of the manor, making a rustling sound, mixed with the sound of firewood in the fireplace that had not been completely extinguished.
This was a very hypnotic sound, so Schiller was sleeping deeply while lying on the bed. But at this moment, a rapid ringing of the phone rang, and Schiller opened his eyes in bed.
He looked out the window. At this time, a bolt of lightning flashed across the horizon. The edges of the window were imprinted on the floor and bed. One of the shadows just crossed Schiller's eyes.
He took a deep breath, then stood up from the bed, walked through the dark manor in his slippers, came downstairs, and picked up the phone receiver. Unexpectedly, Gordon's anxious voice came on the other side, and he said: "
Harry Cooper is dead, Professor Schiller, you need to come."
"Is it related to serial murder? If so, go find Batman."
"Batman has arrived, Professor Schiller. I know it's so late and I shouldn't disturb you, but the situation this time is really bad. You'd better come over..."
Schiller looked up at the grandfather clock in the room. The hands on it pointed to two o'clock in the morning. He remembered that the last time Gordon called him on a rainy night was when Fish Mooney died.
He went upstairs and got dressed, then took an umbrella, and when he walked out of the manor gate, the night in Gotham was still a bit scary, and the damp moisture was sucked into his lungs, dispelling his sleepiness.
A black car drove into the gate of the manor, wearing a black suit, a black umbrella, and black sunglasses, a style of silence unique to Gotham gangsters. The person who opened the car door said nothing, and Schiller didn't ask anything.
Cooper's manor is in the west of the North District, far away from Falcone Manor. When the car carrying Schiller stopped at the door of Cooper's manor, Gordon hurried down and Schiller walked out of the car.
Gordon led him up.
"What's going on? It's rare to see you so panicked. I think even if it's a serial murderer, it shouldn't make you so panicked, right?"
Gordon's face didn't look good. He didn't explain too much. He just said to Schiller: "You will know it when you see the scene of the eucalyptus."
They walked up to the third floor. There were many police officers at the stairs. After Gordon walked over, he nodded to one of the men in special uniforms. He was a dignified-looking old policeman. He looked at Schiller and walked up.
Go and shake hands with him and say: "Hello, I am Chief Smith of the Gotham Police Department. I have long admired my name..."
Schiller shook hands with him and briefly introduced himself. The director didn't seem to like being polite. He waved his hand to Gordon and said, "Take this professor in, but be careful."
Gordon nodded and walked through the crowd with Schiller to the door of a room at the end of the corridor on the third floor. He took out the key and opened the door. The situation in the room in front of Schiller was extremely tragic.
Surprisingly, there was no body there, or rather, no complete body.
This is a red house, but the floor, ceiling and furniture in the house should not be this color. All the red on it is blood and internal organs.
The reason why there are no corpses here is because the corpses have been evenly spread throughout the room.
Batman stood in a corner, and his sight fell on the center of the room. There was a very eye-catching thing there, which was a circle-like pattern drawn with black ink. There was a pile of black in the middle of the pattern.
of gray.
Schiller walked into the door, and then stopped at the door. Gordon squeezed between him and the door frame, turned around and closed the door. Schiller touched the ground with the tip of his umbrella, then picked up the umbrella and looked at the blood on it.
Then he raised his head and looked around the whole room. The room was not big, about twenty square meters, and it looked like it should be a reception room. There were floor-to-ceiling windows, the wall to the right of the door, and the wall to the side of the door.
Three sofas, a round table in the middle, and a table and bookshelf on the other side. This is a common reception room layout in English manors, and it is the same in Schiller's manor.
The black magic circle is located in the center of the room, while the red magic circle is centered around the circle and spreads to the entire lower half of the room, including the entire floor, most of the walls, and the ceiling in the center of the room.
"The reason why I didn't tell you in detail on the phone is because I don't know if this situation can be called a corpse. It's really... too broken." Gordon covered his mouth and said.
Schiller turned back and asked Gordon: "Do you have shoe covers?"
Gordon took out shoe covers and gloves from his pocket, necessary auxiliary supplies for the investigation, and then took out a mask and a face shield to put on himself. He wanted to hand them to Schiller, but Schiller shook his head and refused.
After putting on his shoe covers, Schiller walked into the room. He looked around the entire room. While he was observing, Batman said: "Cooper's body was crushed, and then evenly smeared on the
In the whole room, this method is completely different from the previous three cases..."
Schiller squatted not far from the magic circle and looked at the ground. He said: "The body was crushed? No, this statement is not very accurate."
"Can't this be called crushing?" Gordon asked: "We can hardly find a complete body fragment. The blood, skin, and bones were all crushed and then spread in the room."
"Indeed, but not all."
Schiller stood up, looked up at the ceiling and said: "The bodies here are not of sufficient quality."
"What's the meaning?"
"What you see now, the red part in the room, which contains the fragments of blood, internal organs, skin and bone tissue, has only about two-thirds of the mass of a human being after being collected and put together."
"One-third of the body's mass is missing."
Gordon opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask Schiller how he knew, but the question circled around in his mouth, and in the end he did not ask. After all, this realistic scene was terrifying enough, and there was no need to
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Batman came over, stood next to the magic circle and said: "This pattern is not any recorded magic circle, but I can confirm that the six-pointed star in the center of the pattern should be related to the devil."
"Things are getting more and more mysterious, right?" Gordon also held back his nausea and walked over and said: "At first it was the Twelve Apostles serial murderers, and then there was a man who was sawed in half. Today, they have
They’ve started grinding the corpses into minced meat and smearing them on the walls, so what are they going to do next? Vaporize people?”
"Obviously, this is not something that an ordinary person can do." Schiller spoke very slowly and in a steady tone, but it always gave people a creepy feeling. He said: "In this case,
, the murderer’s power level has been raised to another level.”
"Haven't you been patrolling around here lately? Did you find anything?" Schiller said after taking a liking to Batman.
"I was the first to find out that Cooper was dead, and the reason why I rushed here was because I heard an explosion, but when I rushed here, I didn't find any suspicious figures."
Schiller walked to the sofa next to him and rubbed the tip of the umbrella in his hand on the sofa that was not stained with blood. He said: "Although what I say next may make you question my professionalism, I still
It should be said...this incident may have something to do with supernatural forces."
"Supernatural power?...What do you mean?"
"Isn't this circle already very obvious? Someone summoned a demon here, and the demon killed Cooper."
Gordon pursed his lips and tilted his head, and said: "I thought you would give us an extremely sophisticated reasoning process and then tell us an amazing result. I also thought you might come up with all kinds of evidence.
It proves that your reasoning is correct, but I never expected..."
"Detective Gordon, don't look at what's happening in this city through ordinary people's eyes."
Batman said: "Why did you make this judgment?"
Schiller came over again, looked down at the ground and said: "Pay attention to the direction of the blood and muscle tissue spray. They spread out from the center, which means that Cooper was not killed by an external bomb.
He exploded from the inside out."
"Could a madman have forced him to swallow the bomb?"
"Good reasoning, Detective Gordon. This does seem like something a Gotham prisoner would do, but we have to ask our weapons expert Batman..."
"Is there a bomb in the world that, when it explodes, can crush a person's skin, muscles, and internal organs very evenly, and then spread them flat across the room?"
"It would be possible to blow it up, but it would be difficult to spread the blown tissue so evenly on the floor and walls of the room."
"Could it be that someone blew up Cooper and then smoothed it out manually?" Gordon asked another question.
Schiller made a gesture of approval and said: "Detective Gordon, your idea is very suitable for being a detective. To be honest, you are very talented."
"If the person who did it is really a perverted killer, then it is possible that he did this. They have even done more disgusting things, but judging from the details, it is unlikely that this was artificially smoothed out."
"Look here..." Schiller walked over and stepped on the floor with his heels, giving him a sticky and dull feeling, but he still attracted the attention of the two people.
Schiller pointed to one leg of the sofa, where some tissue had accumulated. He said: "This is the part that was caught when the human tissue flew out during the explosion and poured onto the floor."
"You can see that the part closest to the sofa legs is skin tissue. Even the epidermis and dermis can be seen. On top of them are some fat, and above that are the fragments of internal organs."
"This means that it is unlikely that the murderer blew people up, chopped them into pieces, and then spread them evenly on purpose, because in that case, the order of the tissues accumulated here would not be so regular, but would be mixed together."
"You can imagine that Cooper, who was exploded by some unknown force, was first completely melted, then turned into a piece of cake, spread flat on the ground, and then crushed even more, and began to move towards the sea like a wave.
It was pouring all around the floor."
"The legs of the sofa are like the piers of a bridge standing on the sea, except that the crushed human tissue is denser. Therefore, this pier intercepts part of it and preserves its original state."
"I also feel that this is impossible for an ordinary person to do. It is difficult for a bomb to achieve this effect. If you want to crush the human body so much, you must use some mechanical tools."
"The time from when I heard the explosion to when I came to this room was definitely not enough time for one person to move the large machinery."
Gordon also looked at the room up and down and said, "Is there any mechanism or something?"
"Before I called you, I had checked every corner of this room. There are no traps, no secret doors, no secret compartments, and no secret passages. This is just a very ordinary manor reception room."
"So you both think this might have been the work of some supernatural force?"
"Yes, and this should have nothing to do with the murder of the Twelve Apostles. At least I have never heard of anyone in the Bible who was exploded and then crushed."
"With all due respect..." Gordon said with some embarrassment: "If it comes to this aspect, then the Gotham Police Department may not be able to help. No one here is proficient in this area."
"Even if I go out now to announce the results of your investigation, they will definitely regard us as lunatics and drive us out."
Schiller shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily true. Maybe they are more superstitious than you..."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a police officer hurriedly pushed the door open, and then said to Gordon: "Boss! Oh no, Mrs. Sanchez, the principal of the boarding school near the Gotham River, is dead!"