The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2554: Xiao Xiao Down (Thirty-Eight)

"I just think the smell is terrible." Schiller looked at the bag and shook his head. "I'm not afraid of corpses. No one in Gotham is afraid of corpses."

After staring at him for a while, Clay seemed to accept this statement, then turned to look at Sivana and said, "Professor, these bags of corpses were found in your house, but we did not find any footprints around your house..."

"That's your business!" Sivana was a little angry. He said, "Are you going to say that I killed this man, stuffed him into a bag, and threw him in my backyard? Why would I do that? I came here to work, not to kill people!"

Clay wanted to ask more questions, but the older police officer stopped him and said, "Sheriff, although the body parts are usually collected in the physical evidence department, if most of the staff can't go back, we can do it here. Can you provide us with a piece of plastic sheet?"

"There's an awning in the warehouse." Sivana stood further away and said, "You can use that, but please help me throw it away after use. It's disgusting."

They quickly took out the plastic sheet and began to lay the body parts flat on it. Some members of the evidence team began to look for clues such as fingerprints, while others were taking pictures of the body. Everyone was busy surrounding the body on the plastic sheet.

The old policeman kept staring at Schiller. Schiller walked up and took a look at the body, and then he understood why the policeman had been staring at him.

The body's head, fingers, hair and genitals were all missing.

Very good, the person who did it was as professional as he was. Schiller saw a policeman turning the man's chest over. Schiller's pupils shrank when he saw the half tattoo pattern on the back.

Confession Cartel.

This name popped up in his mind, and when he looked at the other person's skin color, he realized that this might be another hidden line, but he was killed at this moment. Who did it?
"boom!!"

"what!!!"

A series of noises came from the front of the house. Schiller turned his head, and at this time, Clay had already rushed out like a swift lion.

He saw the mailbox of the house fell to the ground, and a young police officer was standing at the door opposite the mailbox with a terrified look on his face. After Clay rushed over, he saw a human head in the mailbox.

Members of the evidence team also ran over and lifted up the mailbox, and Schiller, who was the last one to come back, heard Clay curse.

When he walked over, he found that a human head was stuck straight in the mailbox. The people from the physical evidence department took a lot of effort to get the head out.

Clay called the community police, and after identification they confirmed that this was also a resident of the community, living on the other end of the street. His name was Piero Flores, he was 32 years old, got married two years ago, and his wife was transferred to work at the Metropolitan.

The police officers immediately began to arrange for people to call his family, while others went to stop reporters who had arrived at the scene one after another.

"Oh my God, don't let them in!" Sivana was very anxious. He said, "We have to protect the reputation of Gotham University. I can't let anyone know that they found a body in the president's house. I still have several project collaborations to discuss!"

"Officer Clay, you must clear my name immediately, or I will have to seek help from the city government and the state legislature!"

Sivana emphasized his tone, and Officer Clay obviously felt the pressure, and Schiller also said: "I need to find my niece immediately. This kidnapping case needs to be filed as a new case. I have the right to supervise the progress of the case..."

At this time, Shivana glanced at Schiller. Schiller pretended not to notice his gaze, but he actually felt it.

Schiller suspected that Raven was taken away by Shivana during the chaos, and all these cases were committed by Shivana in order to fish in troubled waters.

Schiller had discovered before that Shivana's target was most likely Raven. He needed the power in Raven's body, but if he stood in front of Raven, Shivana, who knew him well, would have no chance to attack him.

Schiller believes that the postman who suddenly came to the door with a knife might have been controlled or instigated by Shivana.

As a resident of the community, Shivana had too many reasons and opportunities to come into contact with the postman. It is very likely that he casually spoke to the postman on his way home from get off work, causing him to fear that he might lose his job, or he simply hypnotized him and made him come to cause trouble for Schiller.

Shivana knew that Schiller was no simple man, and that he would definitely be killed if the postman came to his door, but he also knew that Schiller was going to hold a housewarming party. After killing someone, in addition to dealing with the matter, he also had to prepare various things for the party, so he would always be away from home.

If he wanted to get himself out of the way, in addition to finding something to do like killing and dismembering people, he also had to create a chaos and draw everyone's attention to other things, so that he would have more time to commit the crime.

Then everything else is easy to explain. Shivana killed a poor guy, dumped him in the backyard of his house, and called the police, falsely claiming that a terrorist murderer had killed someone and dumped the body, in order to lure the police over first.

Wait until all the police's attention is focused on the dismembered man, then go and kidnap Raven.

The only problem now is the confession cartel tattoo marks that appeared on both victims.

Could this organization be related to Xivana? Schiller glanced at Xivana calmly, silently recalling his background story in his mind.

But after thinking about it, I didn't find any connection between Sivana and the US-Mexico drug trafficking organization. His company is not very big, and the business has nothing to do with drugs. What reason is there for the two of them to be connected?

If there is no connection, would it be such a coincidence that the two dead people were the nails planted in the community by the Confession Cartel?
Schiller was familiar with the methods of these intelligence organizations. They usually did not plant only one nail in an area.

On the one hand, if there is only one, if the connection is disconnected, the entire area will be out of control. On the other hand, they are also worried that someone will defect, so two or more people are needed to supervise each other.

The identities of two or more nails must be different, and it is best if they are from different classes, but they can communicate in some way. Postmen and residents are good choices.

The people who live here are either rich or noble. Being able to afford a house here shows your social class. This resident named Piero is most likely disguised as a wealthy businessman or an elite with a stable job.

The postman walked the streets, which was the best way to collect intelligence, and he could also contact the residents under the guise of delivering letters, so the man who died at Schiller's hands was a postman.

The logic of the Confession Cartel's actions was clear, but Schiller couldn't figure out how he, Raven, and Sivana were connected to the two drug dealers of the Confession Cartel.

Schiller did offend the Confession Cartel, or it cannot be said that he did offend. When he was on the Atlantis, he killed many people from the Confession Cartel, but he was wearing a mask at that time, and there was no one alive on the entire ship except those with super powers, so no one should have known that it was him who did it.

Most of the contacts between Schiller and Oliver were underground. They might know that someone was frequently communicating with Oliver, but they didn't know who this person was. So it was not reasonable for them to come to Schiller for Oliver.

It is also possible that this community was basically the only one with vacancies after it was built, so the Confession Cartel who wanted to bury the nail here and Schiller who wanted to move just happened to bump into each other.

But Schiller didn't think there would be such a coincidence. There must be something wrong in some link. Which link could it be?

Countless information flowed through Schiller's mind.

Suddenly, he found the only intersection.

Schiller understood. He pursed his lips and said, "I have to go find my niece. I can't allow her to be in danger."

After he finished speaking, he walked outside the cordon. Several policemen stopped him immediately. He turned back to look at Clay. Sivana also came over and said, "Don't be like this, Schiller. I know you are worried about your niece. Without any clues, you may not be able to find her. It may also put you in danger."

"I'm sorry, Professor Schiller. In order to capture the suspect and for the safety of the residents in the community, you can only enter the cordon but not leave. I think the officer outside has made it clear to you."

"You doubt me." Schiller used an affirmative sentence.

Clay lowered his eyes slightly and said, "Social status and occupation are not necessary conditions for me to rule out the murderer. You must answer a few questions for me."

Seeing their reactions, Schiller knew that his guess was almost right, so he said, "Then come to my house and ask whatever you want."

After saying that, Schiller turned and left. Sivana also persuaded Clay, "We should indeed sit down and talk, but the smell in my house is too strong, and both of us can't stand it. I don't think you want us to be disturbed by other factors, right?"

Clay had no choice but to nod and follow the two of them to Schiller's house.

The first floor was a bit messy, and Schiller wanted them to go to the living room on the second floor, but he also knew that it would be difficult to invite them to a place far away from the exit when both sides regarded him as a threat.

So he could only endure the mess in the living room and sat down on the sofa. Clay sat opposite him and Sivana sat on the single chair next to him. While sitting, he looked up and looked at the layout of the room.

"What did you do last night?" Clay asked directly, as if he was sure that Schiller must have gone out last night.

"I heard some noise in the backyard, so I went to check it out and saw that my fence had been marked, which in Gotham usually means your house is going to be robbed. I erased the mark."

Clay asked him to point out the location of the mark, and Schiller led people over to see that there were indeed traces of graffiti there. The cleaning fluid Schiller used caused the wall tiles to change color slightly.

Then they went back to the room, and Clay asked, "And your niece? Was she asleep in her room last night? Did she know you were out?"

"She didn't know, but she didn't sleep in the room. I don't know what she was doing in the living room. Maybe she was hungry in the middle of the night and wanted to eat."

This is Shivana raising his hand and saying, "Oh, I saw her. I came home from get off work at midnight yesterday and saw her standing alone in the kitchen. I was afraid that she might take something dangerous, so I went up to ask her. She was a very polite girl."

"Do you know each other?" Clay asked Sivana with a frown.

"I met her once at the night market." Schiller said, "I'm looking for a school for Rachel. Principal Sivana said he could help, but Rachel had made some friends before, who were adopted sons of the Wayne family. She wanted to go to the same school as them, so I've contacted the high school on Lilac Street."

Hearing "Wayne's adopted son", Clay's expression changed slightly, and then he heard Schiller add: "They have an appointment to have dinner together tonight. If Rachel doesn't show up, those guys will definitely find this place."

"I'll send someone for her as soon as possible," Clay said.

He looked at the record in his hand and said, "My subordinates told me that you just drove back. Where did you go?"

"Post office, I'll go get the receipt for the invitation." Schiller briefly introduced the process of his housewarming party.

"So you've had experience with the postman?"

Schiller took a deep breath. He really couldn't help it, but the ordinary life he had been living in recent times had welded that layer of human skin tightly to his body.

After repeating in his mind a thousand times, "Ordinary people don't know how to use psychoanalysis" and "Ordinary people should speak in a casual manner," he gritted his teeth, nodded, and said:

"Yes, Mr. Officer, I told you, I have allergy inquiry letters and invitations to send out, how can I not have contact with the postman?"

"So why didn't you call the police when he was missing?"

These words were like a sharp arrow piercing Schiller's skin - he could not continue to be an ordinary person for even a second.