The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2553: Xiao Xiao Down (Thirty-Seven)

Schiller's mind raced, and two facts flashed through his mind.

First, with such a big scene, Gordon must have arrived.

Second, Raven was still in the house, and there was no way he could hide it from the old detective.

But he still didn't step on the brakes, letting the car drive towards the cordon at a very steady speed. It was not until the policeman standing in front of the cordon waved at him and signaled him to stop that Schiller slowly stepped on the brakes.

He got out of the car and found that the police who stopped him were two young men, obviously new police officers who had just arrived recently, so he stretched out his hands to indicate that he was harmless and said, "I am a resident here. I just came back from the post office. What's going on here?"

The two police officers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Schiller dressed in a suit, with nothing in his hands, and driving a well-maintained luxury car.

"Sir, there has been a homicide in your community. Someone was dismembered in a gentleman's house. We have blocked the street and are investigating."

"Can I go back to my house then?"

"Not yet. Please wait in the car for a while. We need to report the movement of people to our superiors before we can open the cordon for you." One of the policemen said as a matter of routine.

Schiller returned to the car, but waved over two policemen and handed one of them a roll of tips. The policeman understood and said, "I'm sorry, sir, but I have to say this. I'm afraid there is a terrible serial killer wandering around your community. If you are not in a hurry to go home, I suggest you stay in a hotel for one night."

"Of course, I don't dare go back, but I have my underage niece at home, and I have to take her to the new school to meet the teacher tomorrow. Otherwise, why don't you ask your boss if you can send her out?"

Schiller handed over another roll of tips. The two policemen held the money with hesitation on their faces. Logically speaking, the cordon should be wide in and strict out, so as to ensure that no suspect is missed.

But everyone's life is hard now, and they really need this tip. It's not good to do nothing and take money from others to help them get rid of their misfortunes.

"Let me ask Officer Clay for you." The police officer put his hand on the car window frame and nodded to Schiller. Just as he was about to leave, Schiller stopped him and said, "But I heard that all major cases are handled by Chief Gordon himself. Isn't he here?"

Schiller expressed his concern about the fact because he knew that the people had sharp eyes. After so many years of diligent work, Gordon had a high prestige among the people of Gotham. Not only did he gain the trust of the upper class, he also had a good reputation among ordinary people. Everyone was counting on him and felt that he was the only police officer who could uphold justice.

Schiller frowned and showed dissatisfaction, as if Gordon didn't come after such a big thing happened, but in his heart he actually wished Gordon didn't come.

"Don't you know? Officer Gordon was transferred to the Metropolitan Police Training Academy for two weeks of experience sharing and teaching."

"Police Training Academy? Isn't the only police training academy on the East Coast in Chicago?" Schiller asked with some confusion.

"That station is new." One of the police officers answered vaguely. He said, "All the good police chiefs on the East Coast have been called there for training. They probably won't be back within a month."

"Then Officer Clay..."

"He was transferred to Gotham about a year ago," the young police officer replied. "He is a professional graduate of the Criminal Investigation Department of Pennsylvania State University. He was previously the head of the Behavioral Technology Department of the Gotham Major Crimes Unit. He was very trusted by Chief Gordon, so I gave all my work to him before he left."

Schiller nodded. He knew that after initially making up for the lack of firepower, the Gotham Police Department stopped spending a lot of money on hardware. Instead, it started with software and hired many technical talents at high salaries.

Now the Gotham Police Department can be said to be the police department with the most comprehensive configuration, the strongest technical capabilities, and the most experience in handling various types of accidents on the East Coast. All this is thanks to Chief Gordon who has been persisting, so it is not surprising that he was called in for training.

But the police academy in the metropolitan area caught Schiller's attention. The largest and most formal police academy on the East Coast was in Chicago, where Gordon came from. The others were all police training schools.

Judging from the current situation, the police talents produced by this police academy and many police schools are completely sufficient, and there has never been a shortage of police officers in metropolitan areas. Why should we set up a separate police academy and make such a big fuss about it?

Schiller put his doubts in his heart for the time being and prepared to go and say hello to Officer Clay. After the two young police officers reported Schiller's situation, Schiller was invited almost immediately.

After he walked over, he saw a tall white man who was dressed slightly differently from other ordinary police officers. He was between 35 and 40 years old, with a square face, broad forehead, and deep eyes. He was the kind of sheriff that often appears in movies and TV dramas.

Next to him was another tall, thin, bald man. As soon as he turned his head, Schiller recognized him. It was Principal Shivana.

When Schiller came over, Sivana immediately came up to him. He shook hands with Schiller, patted Schiller on the shoulder and said, "It's a good thing you're okay, Professor. I was so worried."

"What is going on?" Schiller looked confused.

He walked up and shook hands with Officer Clay. The officer looked Schiller up and down with his eagle-like eyes, which seemed to be observing a suspect, and Schiller frowned.

Sivana immediately stepped sideways to stand between the two men and introduced Clay, "This is Schiller Rodriguez, a professor of psychology at Gotham University and a world-renowned psychologist. He has also made achievements in criminal investigation science and behavioral science. Perhaps you have heard of his name."

The tall white police officer named Clay nodded seriously and said, "Yes, I have seen this name in the textbook, but it is my duty, so I still need to ask you a few questions. I hope you don't mind."

"Come on, officer. Professor Schiller can't be a suspect. Didn't I tell you that? I saw the back of that serial killer and Professor Schiller's figure are very different. Anyone can tell at a glance that he is not a suspect."

"It's okay, officer. I also want to know what's going on." Schiller looked at Sivana and said, "But before that, I have to go back to the house to make sure my niece is okay."

Sivana suddenly realized and said anxiously: "Oh my God, I almost forgot about this! Professor Schiller has an underage niece who may be alone in the house now. We have to find her quickly and can't leave minors alone..."

Just as he said this, there was a loud bang behind him. Schiller turned his head suddenly and saw that the wall of the backyard of his house had collapsed. The moment his spiritual vision was opened, he could see a force erupting from the backyard, but it disappeared in an instant.

He glanced at Shivana and found that there was a flash of light in Shivana's right eye. Obviously, he also saw that power.

Several people immediately ran towards Schiller's house and pushed open the door. Schiller didn't see Raven, so he knew that something must have happened to Raven.

He opened the door in front of him and found that the pile of sculptures had fallen to the ground. The bat doll was lying in the middle of the floor with a cut on its back and messy signs of fighting everywhere.

Going further in, the dining table was overturned and the vase was broken. There was nothing wrong with the kitchen counter and stove, but the refrigerator was overturned, face down, and the electrical wires were torn off.

Continuing to walk forward, the backyard was the worst hit. There was a big hole in the middle of the backyard, and the remains of the unfinished barbecue grill and table football were still smoking.

"Oh my God..." Shivana exclaimed.

"Rachel! Rachel!!" Schiller rushed to the second floor and did not see Raven. He knew that Raven was no longer in the house, but he still looked anxious.

The police officers rushed in quickly and began to search the house. After Schiller came down, he stared at Officer Clay for a while and said with a very serious face: "Someone kidnapped my niece. I must know what's going on."

Clay gestured, asking all the police officers to chase in the direction of the collapsed wall to see what was going on. The police came out in full force, and the three of them left Schiller's house and returned to the street again.

"I was woken up tonight," Sivana said. "I heard some noise in the backyard, so I went to have a look. As soon as I went out, I saw a dark figure climbing over the wall of my backyard."

"He left a few black plastic bags in my backyard, the kind you usually use for trash cans. I went over and saw that there were human body parts inside."

"I was terrified and called the police. Officer Clay arrived very quickly. I thought that such a short time was not enough to make this horrible murderer leave our community, so I proposed to block the community."

He then said with a self-blaming look, "We should have strengthened the defense of every house so that your niece wouldn't... But I still don't quite understand what the explosion was about."

"I was putting together a barbecue grill," Schiller said. "If a fight broke out between them, there's a good chance the gas would have exploded."

Sivana seemed to want to find an excuse for this abnormality, and immediately nodded and said, "That's possible. Then the murderer and your niece may be injured. He can't run far. I suggest that we continue the search."

"Of course." Clay said, "The disappearance of a minor is no small matter. Even if we didn't see her being kidnapped, we can still make this assumption. I'll send someone to investigate immediately."

At this moment, a female police officer squeezed through the crowd and walked to Clay's ear and whispered something. Clay seemed a little dissatisfied and said, "Why didn't you report earlier?"

"It usually takes 10 to 24 hours to report a missing person case," the female police officer said with some embarrassment, "especially for missing adults. If they hadn't repeatedly requested it, we would have to wait until the evening."

"What's wrong?" Although Schiller already knew what was going on, he still asked deliberately.

"A model employee of the post office is missing." Clay frowned and said seriously, "The post office is already short of people, and now there is no one to do that employee's job. They hope we can find him quickly."

"A body in a bag!" Shivana exclaimed immediately.

The three of them went to Shivana's backyard again. No one had touched the crime scene. At this time, several police officers from the physical evidence department were checking the outside of the bag for clues.

Clay waved his hand, and someone immediately opened the bag carefully. An older policeman nearby glanced at Schiller, and Schiller also looked at him. This policeman was the only familiar face among all the policemen, and he had always followed Gordon.

“No head.” The older police officer put his hands on his hips and shook his head. “We haven’t opened the bag yet, but we can tell from the external outline that the head of the body is missing.”

Clay could obviously tell what was going on, but he still wanted to take the limbs out of the bag. Just as the bag was turned over and emitted a strong smell of blood, Schiller turned his head and coughed twice, and Shivana also took two steps back.

Clay's eyes swept over the two of them. Schiller frowned with a look of disgust, while Sivana looked a little pale.

"You don't look very scared, Professor," Clay said, staring at Schiller.