The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1794 Summer in Fool Village (34)

On the road in front of Gotham Central Hospital, three police cars swerved out of the way. The sound of police sirens mixed with the sirens of ambulances behind them. Residents of the surrounding buildings couldn't help but poke their heads out, trying to see which idiot had offended Brother. Tan Police Station.

Since the equipment of the Gotham Police Department was updated, the sharp sirens have regained their intimidating power. No gang member except the Twelve Families dares to honk their horns when passing by the police station as before, otherwise Most likely it will be blown to pieces by a howitzer.

After Gordon came to power, he became involved with the Twelve Families in a physical and spiritual sense, and became a guest of the Godfather. The Gotham Police Department also became the most deterrent gang organization in Gotham. Both parties who had their brains beaten out had to stop immediately.

Even to deter big gangs, two armed police cars are enough, but today there were three police cars driving the road, and two logistics police cars followed behind the ambulance. Residents watched from the windows for a long time, and finally fired their guns. The police officer who alerted the police received gossip that the patriarch of the Lawrence family was dead.

Since the situation in Gotham stabilized, the twelve families have basically been working together to make money, and the internal chaos has disappeared. The farce of three bosses in two months has not happened for a long time.

Rumors spread like ripples in a lake. The leaders of the big gangs under the Twelve Families, the gangsters on the street, and the small bosses who were involved in the gang business were all speculating about who killed the unlucky old Lawrence.

There are many young people in the Laurence family, about eleven or twelve, among whom there are five or six outstanding ones. His second son Baden is almost a sure-fire heir. He cannot be said to have a good relationship with his eldest daughter, but they have been at peace with each other for many years. Nothing, no contradiction.

Some people said it was a heart attack, some said it was a shooting, and some people were well-informed and said that the mysterious "Summer Killer" had started to attack again.

"Summer Killer" is the nickname given by Gotham people to the murderer of this serial murder case. He is not cruel, but maybe it is because he knows too little.

Obviously, the situation this time is more serious than before. Old Lawrence is in his prime, and there are still 30 to [-] years before he takes over.

Baden couldn't accept that his father died like this. He had not yet fully taken control of the family business. It was foreseeable that those properties that had not been handed over in time would definitely be misappropriated by other families, and the one who could not accept it more than him was the godfather. Falcone, this is the third case in two months.

Gordon and Cobot were sitting in the chief's office upstairs at the police station, helpless. They were both ordered to die. If the murderer could not be found this time, the godfather would definitely make them look good.

In fact, Falcone doesn't need to say that no one wants to find the murderer more than Gordon. The problem is that he has checked everything he can. Copot even would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let go of a rushing magician. He killed a group of people at a party and chased the remaining survivors wildly throughout Gotham, but in the end no conclusive evidence was found.

The name of Summer Killer spreads more and more in Gotham, and it has even begun to shake the prestige of the gang, and it has also affected Gotham's tourism industry. This time it was Mayor Roy who came to see Schiller.

"Professor Schiller, of course I am not saying that you must do something for us, but the current situation is not optimistic. If the killer continues to be so arrogant, the stable situation established before will be in vain."

Schiller, who was sitting on the sofa and wiping Elsa's hands, sighed and said: "Gordon called me just now and hoped that I would take a look at Lawrence's body no matter what. I promised him, but I hope he Don’t get your hopes up too high.”

Roy became nervous immediately. He looked at Schiller and said, "Professor, are you saying that you can't even kill the murderer this time?"

Schiller also sighed, looked at Roy and said: "You must understand that reasoning is not magic. There must be clues to achieve results. Even the smallest traces have room for analysis, but the reason why I am not here now The police station or the morgue because there are no clues at all.”

Roy hammered his head with his hand and was puzzled. He said, "How could the murderer not leave any traces at all? This is completely unscientific!"

"I believe Gordon and the others have already found Bruce. After all, he is the greatest detective in the world. But judging from the tone of their call to me just now, I'm afraid there is still little progress. This means that this matter It may be more mysterious than we thought.”

Roy only felt a headache now and therefore did not hear some of the hints in Schiller's tone, so Schiller further said: "This world is fair, nothing can truly come and go without a trace, leaving no clues." There is no weakness, maybe we should wait for a while until the situation becomes clearer."

"But we don't have that much time. The opening ceremony of the music festival will be in a week. Now the whole city is shrouded in a murderous cloud. There are fewer tourists going to the beach to bask in the sun. If the opening ceremony is too cold, the supporting facilities All the money spent on the promotional campaign was wasted.”

Schiller looked up at the calendar hanging by the window. Today is the Wednesday of the last week of summer. According to the calendar, autumn will officially begin next week. The temperature has dropped significantly recently, although it is still not cool. But it’s not that hot anymore.

Schiller stood up, walked to the door and took his umbrella, while Roy took his hat from Merkel and also opened his umbrella.

Schiller stood by the door and took a look at the weather outside. There had just been another thunderstorm. With artificial intervention, the rainy day in Gotham changed its nature. It was no longer a light drizzle that lasted for several days, but it was either or not raining at all. Or the pouring rain accompanied by rumbling thunder.

The two got into the car. Schiller turned slightly to Roy in the back seat and asked, "Have you seen the barometer in recent days?"

"No, I've been so busy lately." Roy sighed tiredly, rubbed his temples and said, "There are several beach maintenance companies who are interested in Gotham's newly developed beach tourism industry and want to cooperate with them. We made a deal to have them take care of the beach maintenance and I’ve been talking about business lately.”

"Thank you for your hard work." Schiller turned his head back and stared at the damp mist that had gathered on the glass windows due to the cooling night, looking thoughtful.After arriving at the morgue of the Central Hospital, as expected, Gordon, Cobot and Bruce had already arrived. The forensic doctor had just withdrawn from the room, and the three of them gathered around the body and discussed something in a low voice.

Seeing Schiller and Roy walking in, Gordon hurriedly greeted them. Schiller saw Bruce frowning and staring at the swollen body with a serious expression.

Bruce is saying that he wants to test some tissue samples, but this has to wait for the forensic autopsy to be completed, and now the descendants of the Lawrence family and some other gang members do not trust the level of forensic medicine.

Cobot sighed deeply and said, "I don't know who spread the news. They said that the two previous cases failed to find clues on the corpses because the forensic doctors did not have enough experience."

"What about the facts?" Schiller asked.

"It can't be said to be completely correct." Gordon shook his head and said: "Gotham has less experience in forensic autopsy, because there have been almost no murder cases for them to conduct autopsies before. If it must be said, they have to deal with sudden emergencies or emergencies. Are they more experienced in treating patients with gunshot wounds and poisoning? People in Gotham rarely resort to such a gentle method of murder."

"The digestive systems of the first two corpses were carefully analyzed, but no useful clues were found. Blood analysis was also done. There were abnormalities in the test reports, but the cause could not be found."

"Send people to Arkham." Schiller decisively tapped the ground with the tip of his umbrella and said: "Bruce, you go call Lex and Pamela, and I'll notify Jonathan, Pigface and the puppet master, Gordon. , you call Constantine and Zatanna."

"If such a large-scale three-party consultation still can't find results, I suggest that we wait for a while, even the best murderer will show his flaws."

Schiller's crispness was beyond everyone's expectations, but after others thought about it carefully, they had no objections to this arrangement. Gotham University, Arkham Asylum and Gotham Academy of Magic basically brought together all the elites in the city. Top talents, a consultation of this scale still can't find any clues, so there is no other way but to wait.

Cobot breathed a sigh of relief and gave Schiller a grateful look. In fact, it didn't matter how many gang members died. It didn't matter how many gang leaders changed in three months. All the godfather wanted was an attitude.

In other words, if all the scientists and magicians in Gotham serve you as a member of the Lawrence family, even if no problem can be found, don't you still have to pass the cigarette and laugh happily?

Schiller, Roy and Cobot got into the same car, and the car drove the three of them towards Arkham. On the way, Roy said: "Schiller, don't be so secretive. You must have already had an idea. Bar?"

"Sometimes the truth of the problem is much simpler than you think, but the solution to the problem may not be, so the truth is not very important." Schiller shook his head and said.

The car drove all the way to the island where Arkham Asylum is located in the darkness. Gordon led the police car escort to escort the body closely behind him. The mentally ill patients who had received the news were already ready in the laboratory.

With a "bang", Old Lawrence's body was carried to the autopsy table. The shadowless lamp was turned on to its maximum power, but it could not illuminate the light of wisdom in the room.

There were about seven or eight people gathered in front of the dissecting table, each with three doctorates per person. They had teaching experience in medical schools and had surgical licenses and prescription rights. The dozen or so apprentices gathered behind them were basically students from Gotham University.

Mrs. Miller led the nurses to get ready. An autopsy lasted from night to midnight the next day. The gangster family members outside the door changed three times. Until Copot couldn't stand it any longer. The thick autopsy report It was handed over to the analysis team.

Bruce, Lex, Jonathan, Victor, Pamela, etc., anyone with a little knowledge of medical biology and chemistry was pulled over, because at this time the arrogance had risen, and the psychiatrist could not help much. So he just sat in his office and waited.

But Schiller knew very well that the analysis would probably yield no results. If there were any clues worth paying attention to, Batman would have discovered them as soon as he came into contact with the corpse.

Sure enough, the analysis meeting lasted for almost six hours, and it was already dawning on the third day. The scientists and magicians jointly came to the conclusion that this was a toxin that specifically attacks the kidneys. As for its specific properties and chemistry, I don’t know anything about the ingredients, the method of poisoning, or how to prepare the antidote.

Jonathan was seizing the time to research the antidote, which aroused his interest and kept him occupied for a long time, while Bruce and Lex were studying how to catch the murderer.

The key is the only survivor.

Bruce and Lex found Victor's student, the boy named Guy. They tried their best to question him for a long time, even questioning him as an imaginary suspect, but they did not get any coherent clues.

The first case in history that left Batman scratching his head appeared, and at this time, Schiller was rebuilding his garden at the manor.

(End of this chapter)