The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2572: Xiao Xiao Down (Fifty-six)

Gordon's expression suddenly became unpredictable. He sat down again, looked at Schiller and said, "Professor Schiller, since Officer Clay accused you of assaulting him, I think you may need to cooperate with the investigation."

"I'm happy to do that." Schiller nodded and said, "But I have classes tomorrow, so you can't take up my work time. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to the Academic Affairs Office why I'm absent from work."

Gordon nodded. Schiller stood up first, lowered his eyes to look at Clay lying on the bed and said, "It seems that this police officer has a deep misunderstanding of me. I hope the Gotham Police Department can help me resolve the misunderstanding between us."

"You don't have to worry too much, Mr. Chief." Schiller looked at Gordon gently and said, "I'm a psychology professor. I've seen many victims of such major cases suffer from the same post-traumatic stress disorder. I'm very happy to help them."

Gordon reached out his hand, shook Schiller's hand and said, "Thank you for your generosity, Professor, for the trouble."

After Schiller and the other two left, Gordon sat down with a puzzled look on his face. Clay was so excited that he was trembling all over. He said to Gordon: "The murderer was right in front of you, why didn't you arrest him?! I know who attacked me, and I didn't lie."

"Perhaps Schiller attacked you." Unexpectedly, Gordon did not continue to argue, but said: "Based on my understanding of him, it is very likely that he attacked you."

"Then why don't you arrest him?"

Gordon put down the glass of water in his hand, looked at Clay and said, "Do you think I can arrest him?"

"Isn't it possible? You all have guns, and he's even here right now."

Gordon shook his head and said, "Sure we can put a gun to his head and arrest Schiller Rodriguez, but how are we going to arrest a professor at Gotham University and a world-renowned psychologist?"

Clay stared at Gordon blankly, thinking he was talking nonsense.

"I must emphasize to you one last time, Mr. Clay, being a police officer is not as simple as you think. The weight of the evidence determines how high a person's social status we can arrest."

"Your testimony may allow us to arrest a small-time thug, but not a scholar, let alone a well-known scholar. You need more evidence to convince me and the media."

"But the facts are right in front of us, why can't we ..."

"Because now your suspicion is just suspicion," Gordon said. "Without any substantial evidence to support this suspicion, it will not affect his status."

"Let alone arrest, it would be difficult to get a search warrant unless there is surveillance video of him killing someone."

"Then why can't we find evidence first..."

"Didn't you look for it? Did you find it?"

Clay choked.

This is a vicious circle. Everyone present understands that if you want to investigate such a big shot, you must have evidence, but without evidence, people will not accept your investigation.

But Clay didn't believe it. He thought that if Gordon could become the director in a city like this, he must have dealt with countless big shots, and he must have brought down many people like Schiller in his resume.

He was able to do it then, so why can't he do it now? Isn't this just partiality?
Clay pointed this out angrily, but Gordon said with a slightly contemptuous look: "I have tried my best, even at the cost of my life, to bring down those big guys for the sake of justice."

"Isn't it now? Isn't it evil that he kills people wantonly?"

"If you were walking down the street and were knocked unconscious by him, and then sewed into human skin and thrown into the middle of the police station lobby, I would not waste my time talking to you. I would immediately arrest him. But when I asked you about the crime scene, what did you answer?"

Clay opened his mouth to speak, but the words were soon stuck in his throat. He remembered how he answered. He said that the crime scene was at the Rodriguez Manor.

Schiller knocked him out at the Rodriguez estate.

So why was he at Rodriguez Manor?

"You're the one who's keeping me from getting justice," Gordon said. "You're lucky he didn't shoot you when a police officer drove his police car into someone's house and was rummaging through their house."

"If I arrest him now with great fanfare because of the harm you suffered, because of his identity and status, this matter will definitely be reported in the newspapers. When the follow-up reports are published, once he tells the media about your actions, the entire Gotham Police Department will be embroiled in charges of violent law enforcement because of you."

Gordon turned his eyes away and said gloomily, "I don't care if you are impulsive. There are many impulsive people here. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be able to bring down so many big shots. Your only mistake is that you were too stupid. You rushed in but didn't find any evidence."

After saying that, he stood up and left the room. The other policemen also left leisurely, but Brock sat calmly beside the bed and lit a cigarette for himself.

"Justice and justice are sometimes the same thing, and sometimes they conflict with each other. It's strange, isn't it?"

"It was Schiller who killed you, sewed you into human skin, and hung you in the police station. From a justice perspective, he is simply evil."

Clay's face turned livid, but Brock's words eased his mood a little.

"But from the perspective of justice, you are a police officer who violated the law and broke into private homes, while he is a dedicated and well-known psychologist. The public will not stand on your side."

"That's because the people don't know what he did!"

Bullock smiled and said, "James is right. As long as you have evidence to prove what he did, Gordon will catch anyone."

"But since you don't have any, both sides are just talking big, and the competition is about who has more say. Do you think you can beat Professor Rodriguez?"

"…Yes, I have to leave by 5pm. I still have to clean up the house for the housewarming party I didn't get to hold. Thanks for your concern, ma'am. I expected to get into all kinds of trouble when I started this business."

"Hello? Hilde? I've read your draft, but the interview time has been changed to the day after tomorrow. I have to go to the police station for investigation tomorrow... It's not a big deal. A policeman who broke into my manor was injured..."

"...Yes, the group meeting is cancelled and will be held this Saturday. Remind them to set aside an afternoon and don't forget to bring their results. Don't try to fool me with last week's results."

"Hello? Victor? Has the principal gone back yet? How is the renovation of the new school building going? ... I won't go on the tour. I'm too busy recently. Yes, I'll go to the police station tomorrow afternoon..."

Schiller made several calls in a row. He put down his phone, shook his stiff neck, and saw a dark figure peeking in the backyard.

Schiller opened the back door and found it was Martin. He waved to Martin, and Martin nimbly climbed over the backyard wall.

He pulled out a feathered party mask from his back, put it on his face and made a funny expression, then handed it to Schiller and said, "Consider this my early housewarming party gift to you."

"I thought the crystal ball was a gift."

Martin smiled and said, "Of course not, it's a curse."

"Where did you get it?"

"It comes from a family background. Ahem, my mom is a witch, and my whole family believes in ancestral gods, so I also know something about that."

Schiller took him into the house, opened the drawers of the freezer of the broken refrigerator, handed the top two drawers to Martin, and took the bottom drawer himself.

The two men went through the backyard door and came to the big pit. Schiller threw the drawer and the red things inside into the pit.

"What a shame to waste such a nice refrigerator." Martin said and threw all the things in the two drawers. The drawers were overturned and the red things inside fell out. They were actually human limbs without skin.

"I'll buy a new one tomorrow." Schiller said, "Actually, I wanted to move the one from the manor here, but it's too big and doesn't match the decoration style."

"You have great taste, sir." Martin exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "I never expected the final product would turn out like that. I believe the ancestors will be very happy after seeing it."

He took out the crystal ball, and the energy was restored in the crystal ball. He held the crystal ball in front of his eyes and tapped it gently. Schiller heard a sound similar to the wind.

"Don't really invite some gods here." Schiller said, "Now the refrigerator is broken and there is no place to put it."

Martin put away the crystal ball and said, "Thank you very much. Those drug dealers have been targeting me for a long time. I live in a downtown area and I really can't offer them all to the ancestors. It's different with you here."

Schiller went to the sink and washed his hands, then dried them with a towel beside him while saying, "Let's talk about your origins with the Confession Cartel. I mean, with the Revolutionary Army."

Martin gave a sarcastic smile and said, "That was the old revolutionary army. I have nothing to do with these idiots now."

The two of them walked to the sofa and sat down. Martin collapsed comfortably in the chair and said, "It's great to be rich. When I have money, I will buy a villa as big as this one."

Schiller said nothing. When he finished sighing, Martin yawned and said, "It's not complicated. My father was originally a fisherman. He knows how to repair boats and cars. He is quite capable after coming to Guazhou. Our family has a very large piece of land in the village, and we have been growing poppies for those drug dealers."

"The boss who hired us before was a local boss. Although he was a bit stingy, he was pretty good to our family. After all, my father is a skilled worker. If he could build a good relationship with our family, he could build a good relationship with the villagers."

"The share of the poppy harvest is not much, but it is indeed more profitable than food. My family used to live a good life."

"But suddenly one day, the drug trafficking organization called the Confession Cartel killed our original boss, probably to expand their territory or seize the plantation."

"My father was very ill at the time and could not stop them. Not long after, he died. My mother, I and other villagers in the village started working for the Confession Cartel."

"These guys are not only stingy, but also very fierce. They are not nice to anyone. The villagers are all upset with them. We are not farmers who will accept being bullied by them."

"The villagers got some guns and took out the cars and ammunition that the previous boss had hidden. We had a fight with them. I was not young anymore by then, so I went to help. We finally drove them all away, and we started to do it on our own."

"The business was going well, so my mom took me to the city, and I studied there. When I grow up, I plan to come to the United States to work through the connections of my dad's old friends."

"Who knew we would run into the damn Confession Cartel again in the city? Without the villagers to help us, my mother and I were alone and weak, and they chased us home."

"My mother was shot to death by them. I ran away, but I knew that my mother would never let them go like this. She had the power of the ancestral gods."

"Sure enough, when I returned home, I found a dried corpse. It was my mother's body. All her blood had been drained, and the statue of the ancestor god she had been worshipping was also broken into pieces."

Martin raised his eyebrows, not showing much sadness, but only a little anger and sarcasm. He said, "She cursed everyone in this organization with her own life. The tattoo on the back of the confession cartel is the death talisman of the ancestor god."