I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 17 Is the evidence conclusive?

The Gotham Police Department has a century-old history. The entrance is a circular two-story office hall. The whole body is covered with gray water walls and a circular black iron staircase. It looks reminiscent of a bird cage.

There is no front desk and lobby, and desks are placed directly.

The police station is very busy. More than 100 police officers are busy on the first and second floors. Some people answer the phone, some people interrogate suspects loudly, there are civilian staff typing on keyboards, sorting out information, and some police officers are cursing and escorting prisoners to the back of the office. huge iron cage
Although the whole building is full of ash marks of the years, the people in the police station are very energetic, full of vigor and passion.

Agent Gordon's office is on the second floor stairs.

A desk without a computer, and a chair with a backrest.

There are people coming and going from time to time on the iron-framed stairs, the footsteps of "Tadata" and the rushing figures.

This is not a good place to work.

However, there is also an advantage here, as long as you raise your head, you can overlook the entire hall on the first floor.

Harry just sat there, full of thoughts, watching the police officers at work.

On the surface, the Gotham police work diligently, do not desert, and seem to be very conscientious.

Moreover, the police officers all looked upright, as if they were all wearing cloaks with "Justice" written on their backs, and they couldn't see the slightest treacherous appearance.

"Are we all wrong, Gotham police are good civil servants who are down-to-earth and willing to work? Haven't seen Andy committed a crime for two or three days before being caught by the police? It's very efficient!" Harry thought wildly.

"Hi, Harley, Harley Quinn?" A thin-eyed man came over, waved the document in his hand, and smiled cautiously: "I'm Edward from the Physical Evidence Department, Edward Nigma, I think After your game, smile queen, it really shines."

"Uh, Mr. Nigma, what's the matter?" Harry was a little dazed.

"Oh, Detective Gordon asked me to take you to the interrogation room." Nigma smiled nervously, and hurried forward.

"I just happened to submit the test report for the necklace, so I'll take you there." Nigma smiled nervously again, and said nervously.

"Whose necklace?" Harry asked curiously.

"Three pearls found from your house belong to Martha Wayne." Nigma said in a low voice.

Harry frowned.

The interrogation room was separated by a one-way glass wall, and there were already three people sitting outside, Jim Gordon, Al Fu and the young master.

Through the glass, Harvey, with his greasy long and mid-section, can be seen interrogating Andy.

The young master's face was originally small, but after a few days of seeing it, it has lost a lot of weight. It is smaller than a slap, his face is plain, with a touch of grief, and he is smaller than a little girl.

"Hi, Bruce." Harry waved her hand gently and greeted him with a smile.

Without looking in the mirror, she knew how distorted her expression was and how ugly her smile was.

The room was silent and the atmosphere was very awkward.

"Your father killed my parents, why?" Bruce's eyes turned red instantly, and his blue eyes were full of accusation and anger.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked softly.

"I called you here to make this matter more certain." Jim Gordon said solemnly: "Last night at 10 o'clock, we arrested Andy Quinn at a bar called 'Dark Warrior'.

At first, he denied it, insisting that he had only seen Thomas Wayne once in his life, and that he had never been to Manhattan on Friday night.

But he could not say what he did during that time period, nor did he provide any witnesses to prove his alibi.

He has been detained at the police station since last night, and Harvey and I applied for a search warrant that night and led someone to inspect your apartment overnight.

Several hemp straws were found, eight uncertified firearms, [-] US dollars in cash of unknown origin, and three pearls thrown in the trash. "

Speaking of which, Jim Gordon turned his attention to Nigma, who was holding the evidence analysis report.

A flash of excitement flashed in the eyes of the man with glasses, and without reading the report, he said loudly: "After comparison, the chemical composition of evidence A25 is exactly the same as the sample provided by Ge Limei jewelry store.

In other words, the pearls found in the Quinn's trash can once belonged to Martha Wayne. "

Hearing his mother's name again, the picture of that night came to mind again, and a sharp pain flashed in Bruce's eyes.

"More importantly, the Glock [-] found at Quinn's house is definitely the weapon that killed the Wayne couple."

Harry's pretty face was twisted into a piece of bitter gourd, "Can I meet Andy?"

"Bang!" The soundproof door in the interrogation room slammed open, and Harvey, the oil head, pulled on his tie and scolded with a smile: "Fake, that bastard can't take it anymore!"

"Hey, bro, he's fully pleaded guilty, the case is closed! Three days, just three days to close the big case that made a sensation in Gotham, we're going to make a big splash in the city this time." He patted Gordon on the shoulder, smiling confidently Proud and satisfied.

Just like a mason spent a lot of time and sweat, and finally completed a masterpiece.

Andy is their work, and the Waynes are the guarantee of fame.

Jim Gordon's slightly rounded Chinese character face also showed a touch of joy, and after seeing Harry's frowning, he quickly regained his rock-like rigid appearance.

"Let him meet his daughter," he said.

Andy's complexion was better than Harry had imagined, with a bit of relief and relief.

"I killed Wayne, and I shot them both to death. The Patek Philippe on Thomas Wayne's wrist is worth more than 100 million, and Martha Wayne's jewelry and necklace are all treasures."

"I thought you were being made a scapegoat." Harry sighed bitterly at the vague excitement on his face.

An inexplicable color flashed in Andy's eyes, but Harry didn't notice.

He leaned forward, glanced at the camera in the corner from the corner of his eyes, and said solemnly: "No one is forcing me to confess Harley, I just want to tell you, I love you, I do all this for this family, for you! It's over with me, it has nothing to do with you, it has nothing to do with your mother Tracy."

Harry frowned at him, stood up and walked out.

As soon as he walked out the door, he heard Gordon solemnly say to the young master: "The case is over, Bruce, I have fulfilled my promise to you - bring the criminals who killed your parents to justice!"

At this moment, Jim Gordon seems to be exuding some kind of light.

"Thank you, Agent Gordon!" Bruce said sincerely.

The two stared at each other, their eyes were shining, and they both saw something in the other's heart, the atmosphere
Nigma coughed a few times, interrupting the eye contact between the couple, and said in a low voice, "You're one step away, Gordon, have you figured out Mr. Quin's motive?"

"Obviously, he is a gambler. He owes Nikola 30 dollars. The deadline is coming soon, so he can only take risks." Harvey said disapprovingly.

Nigma helped the gold wire glasses and smiled: "This motive seems to be valid, but it is actually very reluctant.

The Waynes went to a magic show, an uncertain random event.

Looking at Mr. Quinn, whose loan shark repayment deadline is approaching, he has been staring at them waiting for the opportunity to robbery, and the price-performance ratio is too low.

Because he wasn't sure when they would leave, if they would leave, and he didn't have time to delay, the repayment period was coming. "

Gordon glanced at the silent Halle, and said meaningfully, "What if he happened to know the Waynes' weekend plans? Halle and Bruce are friends!"

The young master looked at Harry angrily and sadly, his little face full of accusations.

Ah Fu also looked over, his thin lips pursed tightly, his eyes sharp.

Harry scratched the back of his head and asked suspiciously, "Bruce, have you mentioned this to me?"

The young master was even more injured.

"Tuesday afternoon, I told you that I have to go home early on Friday, so I can't accompany you to practice. What are you asking, I said, I will go to see Master Zatara's performance in the evening."

Either Harley was lying and covering up the fact that she had revealed the news to his father.

This shows that there is a possibility that she was involved in the shooting.

Either Harley wasn't lying, she really didn't remember it.

This shows that all along, she didn't care what he said at all.

In either case, she stabbed him.

"I swear, I didn't say it." Harry defended, but seeing a look of suspicion on the faces of several people, he said helplessly: "If you want to know the details, go and ask Andy next door!"

"As a father, he's likely to fight everything alone, you should know that." Oil head Harvey sneered.

"Maybe it's the hatred caused by the twisted mind." A Fu seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "Andy Quinn was humiliated by the master in Wayne Mansion - it's not true, but Mr. Quinn must think that way.

At that time he left in a rage, ignoring Master Thomas's insistence.

Before leaving the building, he also said to me sullenly—Gotham has not been peaceful recently, so the Wayne couple should go out less, and even if they go out, bring more bodyguards.

At the time, I was still wondering, that this was a no-brainer.

So I asked him what it meant, and he said--I should have said to Martha Wayne, couldn't see her, and had to warn you. "

"After speaking, he walked away with a sullen mood."

The last sentence, the housekeeper said to Harry.

"The truth is here. A frustrated gambler, a failed husband, and a narrow-minded, bitter Gotham."

The oil head Harvey spread his hands and made a judgment as a matter of course: "This sin city has no shortage of such garbage, no matter what they do, don't be surprised."

Harry took a deep look at him and said, "This is the end of the matter, and it is useless to talk about it. I will help Andy get a lawyer to guarantee all his legal rights and interests throughout the trial.

I also hope that you will take the case seriously and make sure that the real murderer is the one on trial. "

(End of this chapter)