Schiller opened the office door and Gordon walked in with dusty weather. Schiller looked at him and said, "It seems you need a bottle of ice beer more. Wait for me here for a while."
Schiller walked to the freezer in the lounge, took out a bottle of ice beer, and handed it to Gordon. Gordon didn't be polite to him. After opening the bottle cap, he poured half a bottle.
Then he wiped his mouth, let out a satisfying sigh, put the bottle next to it, and said, "It seems that you have heard about that big man. I'm going to talk to him. What do you think?"
"Are you here to ask me for my opinion today? I'm quite honored. But I know, even if I say something, you won't listen."
Gordon grinned and said, "Okay, it's not specifically for this. I have sent people to stare at several hospitals in the community. Just as you expected, they use Oddine's equipment. But there is nothing unusual. Do you still need to keep watching?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "You have already troubled you a lot. You should focus on managing the downtown area. Let's talk about the Angel of Death. How much do you know about him?"
"It looks like he's a fanatical religious figure." Gordon took another sip of beer and said, "A few people who have seen him say he's dressed like a fighting priest from the medieval order. The uniform looks so good and should be expensive to make. People guess he should be like Batman, with a rich man behind him who has always sponsored him."
"How did he achieve his crime fight?"
Speaking of this, Gordon was a little frowning, saying, "It's really bad in fact. I admit he did give some deterrence to those super criminals and make our community a little safer."
"But he didn't know how to restrain himself. Some time ago, there was a gangster in my neighborhood who flipped into a store to steal things in order to buy medicine. He was a novice, and the store he chose was not in good location and was slow to move. When the store owner found out, he called the police."
"I arranged a manpower to take people over, but the angel of death first met him. He beat him half to death and almost paralyzed. His parents cried with me so dark that I had to pay him for treatment."
"What did he steal?" Schiller asked.
"I didn't steal anything at all." Gordon waved his hand and said, "I originally wanted to flip some change, but I found that the drawer was locked. I wanted to grab two packs of cigarettes, but I didn't have the brand I like to smoke."
"When the owner caught him, he did not reveal his hands immediately. The owner thought he had a gun, so he called the police."
"So it was an attempted theft?"
"Yes, I didn't steal anything, nor did I cause any damage. As a result, I'm lying in the intensive care unit now. His father is also a good person who works diligently, and I can't explain it to him now."
"It seems that there is something wrong," Schiller walked over and sat down, and said, "Is he more violent than Batman?"
"Yes. More importantly, he doesn't have the compassion of Batman." Gordon said on the table with his hands on his face. "Although Batman has indeed been a bit irritable recently, you can't deny that he is a divine person. Punishment is always his last resort. If possible, he is more willing to choose tolerance."
Schiller nodded and agreed with Gordon's judgment. Although Batman in this universe has spiritual problems and therefore seems particularly unreasonable and irritable, he is at most Don Quixote, not Nero.
Even if he had mental problems, his irritability was mostly targeting extremely dangerous anti-social elements like the clown, and at most he beat them up and did not kill anyone, which was not an exaggeration.
Batman's personality always has a divine side. Even if his mental problems make him look more like an ordinary person, this side will occasionally reveal his brilliance.
In the original comics, Batman of this universe, after enduring the sadness of his closest relative's death, was framed by the Joker and was under pressure from all sides, the only conclusion he got was: he was not good enough to make Gotham better.
Schiller's comment on this was: "It's a bit strange if you don't have depression."
But it has to be admitted that this kind of compassionate mentality, like a saint, balanced his paranoid and violent attributes well, and made him a hero, not a tyrant.
But Paul, the death angel, is a pure tyrant. He is more like venting than just trying to save the people. It is not that he can hide the stench of a superhero skin that is about to die in violent fantasy.
"What are you going to do?" Schiller took the lead in asking Gordon about his opinion. Because the Angel of Death appears in the lower city after all, and since Gordon chose to take such responsibility himself, he must have a solution.
"I said, I want to talk to him." Gordon shook his head and said, "I need to figure out some problems."
"What if he doesn't want to talk to you?"
"That's not my fault," said Gordon. "As it said, I need the society to be orderly and stable. Because this is beneficial to most people."
"If someone must choose to disrupt order and refuse to communicate, then even if he calls himself a hero, I must limit him."
"It seems that you can work with Batman for so long, so the basis must be communication?" Schiller said with a smile.
"You may not believe it, no one believes it. But my communication with Batman is very smooth," Gordon said. "While you can't expect him to take the initiative to say anything, as long as you ask the right way, there is nothing you can't understand."
"You can do it with him." Schiller sighed. He said this sincerely because he always felt that he could not communicate with Batman, and he had no choice but to do with Batman.
"It sounds like you have some thoughts about him," Gordon said, knocking on the table, "I don't know where you got so much money, but it did help a lot. I'm willing to give him to you for a while."
"Who? Batman or the Angel of Death?" Schiller asked subconsciously.
"Of course it's the Angel of Death." Gordon said helplessly.
"Since that's the case, I'm not polite." Schiller rubbed his hands and said, "I do have something to ask him to help me. I may make some noise. If you are willing to help me with the aftermath, you may have unexpected gains."
"I only have one request," said Gordon, "Don't hurt ordinary people. You can do whatever you want."
Gordon did not waste any more time and left directly. Schiller packed all the information he found in the office and came to Dr. Tompkins' clinic.
Dr. Tompkins expressed surprise at his arrival, and even more surprised was that Jason Schiller did not talk nonsense. He slammed all the information on the table and talked about his inference.
There is an inference about the game between the East India Company and the Order Order Order obviously shocked Doctor Tompkins and Jason. They really rarely bring it to historical context to see this.
But once this perspective is unlocked, they will immediately realize that the severity of this matter is probably beyond their imagination.
Several people discussed this issue for a while, but they could not get many conclusions. Because many key historical questions were not answered. Even if Schiller knew the plot, there were too many secrets hidden behind it.
"We can barely be considered a team," Schiller said. "I told you all my discoveries. I hope you can tell me when you find them."
After thinking about it, Jason said, "Before I left, I looked through Batman's computer. He seemed to have sneaked under the Gotham Reservoir and took a lot of photos, but most of the photos were just some village ruins. There was nothing very special."
"As far as I know him, if there is something special, he will not leave a record, but will keep it in his mind," Dr. Tompkins said, "so the best way is to go down and take a look."
"I dare say he left 10,000 cameras there," Schiller said. "I have a way to block the camera, but I don't want to go into the water."
"Why?" Jason asked.
Schiller shook his head without explanation.
Greed is different from arrogance. He is not a detective, and he does not follow a clue, so he will find a clue. That will make him feel like he is being led by someone else.
He prefers to focus on his own affairs and create an unsolvable situation for others. As long as there are enough situations like this, sooner or later he will find more clues from other people's flaws.
"I have one more thing here today," Schiller said to Dr. Tompkins. "If nothing unexpected happens, the Angel of Death, who has become famous in the Lower Town, may come to you for trouble."
Doctor Tompkins was stunned and said, "That so-called new Batman? Why did he deal with me? Did I offend him?"
"Didn't you find it yet? Lady. Someone is cutting off Batman's wings, Jason, Alfred, Fox..."
"You said I was too?" Jason said, "I didn't have something to do with them."
"That proves that the plot started much earlier than you thought." Schiller said in a very confident tone, "It may also be because you are the most important thing to Batman."
"You are different from everyone else. Everyone else is adult, and they know that they have to take such risks when they choose to stand on Batman's side. They have the ability to take responsibility for their choices."
"But at that time you were just a kid. You didn't have such ability. So everything you need to be responsible for is Batman. This will cause a serious blow to his spirit and lay the groundwork for his mental state today."
"Then why didn't they kill me directly?"
"That would make Batman completely desperate. But the real torture never despaired very quickly, but it always retains a glimmer of hope, and keeps rising and falling in despair and hope until it completely exhausts his efforts."
"Why do you know so well?" Jason asked with a frown.
"It has nothing to do with you." Schiller decisively refused to talk about the issue again, saying, "You'd better not feel that you have escaped. Once someone knows that you are still alive, they won't let you go."
"Then come on." Jason sneered.
"What we are going to study now is your problem, Dr. Tompkins." Schiller looked at Dr. Tompkins again and said, "The Angel of Death is not worthy of being called the New Batman. He is just a cruel criminal. You can't talk to him. So you have two choices now."
"Either I will take you away so that he can't find you. In this way, he may give up temporarily and ensure your personal safety. Or you stay here and we set a trap for him. This will make it happen once and for all."
"Do you want to kill him?" Dr. Tompkins asked looking at Schiller.
Schiller shook his head and said, "He was full of anger, like a burning flame that would burn anyone who came into contact with him. It was not just us, but its master."
"But you said we couldn't convince him."
"Of course it's not possible. But we can use another way to let him know the truth that can make him burn more vigorously. People can control a flame in the fireplace, but when the fire is so big that it will burn the entire house, no one can control it."
"It sounds very dangerous," said Dr. Tompkins. "You better know what you're doing, Dr. Schiller. Has anyone said you're more like a broken machine than Batman?"