American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

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On a rainy night with lightning and thunder, the rain fell on the roof of the manor, making a rustling sound, which was mixed with the sound of the firewood in the fireplace that had not been completely extinguished.

It was a very hypnotic sound, so Schiller on the bed slept soundly, but at this moment, a rapid phone rang, and Schiller on the bed opened his eyes.

He looked out the window. At this moment, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. The lattice of the window was rubbed on the floor and bed, and one of the shadows just crossed Schiller's eyes.

He took a deep breath, then stood up from the bed, walked through the dark manor in slippers, came downstairs, and picked up the telephone receiver, completely unexpectedly, there was a somewhat anxious voice from Gordon on the opposite side, he said: " Harry Cooper is dead, Professor Schiller, you have to come."

"Anything to do with serial killers? If so, go to Batman."

"Batman has arrived, Professor Schiller, I know, it's so late, I shouldn't bother you, but this time the situation is really bad, you'd better come over..."

Schiller looked up at the grandfather clock in the room. The hands on it just pointed to two in the morning. He remembered that the last time Gordon called him on a rainy night was when Fish Mooney was dead.

He went upstairs to get dressed, then took his umbrella, and when he walked out of the gate of the manor, the night in Gotham was still a bit terrifyingly dark, and after the damp moisture was sucked into his lungs, the sleepiness was dispelled.

A black car drove into the gate of the manor, with black suits, black umbrellas, and black sunglasses, the unique silent style of Gotham gangsters. The person who opened the door didn't say anything, and Schiller didn't ask anything.

Cooper's manor is in the west of the North District, far from Falcone Manor. When the car carrying Schiller parked at the door of Cooper's Manor, Gordon hurried down, and Schiller got out of the car, Gordon led him up.

"What's going on? It's rare to see you so flustered. I don't think it's going to make you so flustered, right?"

Gordon's face didn't look very good, he didn't explain too much, just said to Schiller: "You will know when you see the eucalypt at the scene."

They walked up to the third floor. There were quite a few police officers at the entrance of the stairs. After Gordon walked over, he nodded to one of the men in a special uniform. It was a majestic-looking old policeman. He looked at Schiller and walked up to the I went to shake hands with him and said, "Hello, I'm Chief Smith of the Gotham Police Department.

Schiller shook hands with him and briefly introduced himself. The director didn't seem like a polite person. He waved to Gordon and said, "Take this professor in, but be careful."

Gordon nodded and walked through the crowd with Schiller to the door of a room at the end of the corridor on the third floor. He took out the key and opened the door. In the room in front of Schiller, the situation was extremely tragic.

Surprisingly, there were no corpses, or rather, no complete corpses.

This is a red house, but the floor, ceiling and furniture in the house should not be this color, all the red on it is blood and fragments of internal organs.

The reason why there are no corpses here is because the corpses have been spread evenly throughout the room.

Batman stood in a corner, his eyes fell on the center of the room, there was a very eye-catching thing, it was a pattern like a circle drawn with black ink, and there was a pile of black in the middle of the pattern ash.

Schiller walked in and stopped at the door. Gordon squeezed between him and the door frame, turned and closed the door. Schiller tapped the ground with the tip of his umbrella, then picked it up and looked at the blood above.

Then he looked up and looked around the whole room. The room was not big, about 20 square meters. It looked like a reception room. The floor-to-ceiling windows, the wall on the right side of the door, and the wall on the side of the door were placed separately. There are three sofas, a round table in the middle, and a table and bookshelf on the other side. This is a common reception room layout in English manors, and it is the same in Schiller's manor.

The black magic circle is located in the center of the room, and the red color spreads to the lower half of the entire room with the magic circle as the center, including all the floors, most of the walls, and the ceiling in the center of the room.

"The reason why I didn't talk to you on the phone is because I don't know if this situation can be called a corpse. It's a bit...too broken." Gordon said, covering his mouth.

Schiller turned to Gordon, "Are there shoe covers?"

Gordon took out shoe covers and gloves, which were necessary aids for investigation, from his pocket, and then took out a mask and face shield to put on himself. He wanted to hand them to Schiller, but Schiller shook his head and refused.

Putting on the shoe covers, Schiller walked into the room, he looked around the room, and while he was observing, Batman said: "Cooper's body was smashed, and then evenly smeared on In the whole room, this method is completely different from the first three cases..."

Schiller squatted not far from the magic circle and looked at the ground. He said, "The corpse was smashed? No, this statement is not very accurate."

"Isn't that even a smash?" Gordon asked. "We could hardly find a single fragment of a complete body, blood, skin, bones, all crushed and spread across the room."

"Yes, but not all."

Schiller stood up, looked up at the ceiling and said, "The bodies here aren't of sufficient quality."

"What's the meaning?"

"What you can see now, the red part of the room, that is, the fragments containing blood, internal organs, skin and bone tissue, when all collected and put together, is only about two-thirds of the mass of a human being."

"One-third of the body's mass is gone."

Gordon opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask how Schiller knew, but the question went round in his mouth, but in the end he didn't ask. After all, this realistic scene was scary enough and didn't need to A few more horror stories to add to the atmosphere.

Batman came over, stood beside the magic circle and said, "This picture is not any recorded magic circle, but I can confirm that the hexagram in the center of the picture should be related to the devil."

"Things are getting more and more mysterious, right?" Gordon also held back his disgust and walked over and said: "At first it was a serial murder case of the Twelve Apostles, and then there was a man who was sawed in half. Today, they have They started grinding corpses into minced meat and smearing them on the walls, so what are they going to do next? Vaporize people?"

"Obviously, this is not something that an ordinary person can do." Schiller's speech was slow and steady, but it always made people feel creepy. He said: "In this eucalyptus , the killer's strength has been raised to another level."

"Aren't you patrolling around here lately? Did you find anything?" Schiller said, looking at Batman.

"I was the first to find out that Cooper was dead, and I came here because I heard an explosion, but when I got here, I didn't find any suspicious figures."

Schiller walked to the sofa next to him and rubbed the tip of the umbrella in his hand on the sofa that was not stained with blood. He said, "Although my next words may make you question my professionalism, I still To say...the case may have something to do with supernatural powers."

"Supernatural power? ... What do you mean?"

"Isn't this circle clearly expressed? Someone summoned a demon here, and the demon killed Cooper."

Gordon pursed his lips and tilted his head, he said, "I thought you would give an extraordinarily sophisticated reasoning process, and then tell us an astonishing result, and I also thought that you might come up with all kinds of evidence. Prove your reasoning is correct, but I never thought of..."

"Detective Gordon, don't look at what's going on in this city in the eyes of ordinary people."

Batman said, "Why did you make this judgment?"

Schiller came over again, looked down at the ground again and said, "Look at the direction of the jets of blood and muscle tissue, they spread out from the center, which means that Cooper was not killed by an external bomb, He exploded from the inside out."

"Could it be that some lunatic forced him to swallow the bomb?"

"Good reasoning, Detective Gordon, this does seem like something a Gotham prisoner would do, but we'll have to ask our weapons expert Batman..."

"Is there a bomb in the world now that when it explodes, people can be crushed evenly, from skin to muscle to internal organs, and then spread across the room?"

"If it's possible to blow up, it's very difficult to get these blasted tissues to be so evenly coated on the floor and walls of the room."

"Could it be that someone blew up Cooper and then manually spread these things evenly?" Gordon asked another question.

With a gesture of approval, Schiller said, "Detective Gordon, you've got a great idea for being a detective. Seriously, you're talented."

"If the person who did it is really a perverted killer, then it is possible that he did this, and they have done even worse things, but according to the details, it is unlikely that it was artificially smoothed."

"Look here..." Schiller walked over, his heels stepped on the floor, with a sticky dull feeling, but still attracted the attention of the two.

Pointing to one leg of the sofa, where some tissue was piled up, Schiller said: "Here's the part that got caught when the explosion, the tissue splashed out, and it poured onto the floor."

"You can see that the part closest to this sofa leg is the skin tissue, and even the epidermis and dermis can be seen. On top of them, there is some fat, and then there are fragments of internal organs."

"This means that it is unlikely that the murderer blew up people, chopped them up and spread them evenly, because then the order of the tissues accumulated here would not be so regular, but mixed up."

"You can imagine that Cooper, who was blasted by some unknown force, was completely melted, then turned into a cake, spread out on the ground, and then crushed even more, and began to roll towards the ground like waves. The floor is pouring all around."

"The legs of the sofa are like the piers of a bridge standing on the sea~www.NovelMTL.com~ but the crushed human tissue is denser. Therefore, this pier intercepts part of it and preserves its original state."

"I also don't think this is something that an ordinary person can do. It is difficult for a bomb to achieve this effect. If you want to crush the human body to such a small extent, you must use some mechanical tools."

"From the time I heard the explosion to the time I came to this room, it was definitely not enough time for one person to move the large machinery."

Gordon also looked up and down the room and said, "Is there something wrong?"

"Before I called you to come, I have checked all the corners of this room. There are no organs, no secret doors, no secret compartments, and no secret passages. This is a very ordinary manor reception room."

"So both of you think, maybe some supernatural force did this?"

"That's right, and it shouldn't have anything to do with the murder of the Twelve Apostles. At least I've never heard of a person in the Bible who exploded and was crushed."

"With all due respect..." Gordon said with some embarrassment: "If it comes to this aspect, the Gotham Police Department may be helpless. No one here is proficient in this aspect."

"Even if I go out now to announce the results of your two investigations, they will definitely treat us as lunatics and drive them out."

Schiller shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily true. Maybe they are more superstitious than you..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a police officer hurriedly pushed the door open and said to Gordon, "Boss! No, Mrs. Sanchez, the principal of the boarding school near the Gotham River, is dead!"