American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

The cool rain in Gotham's late autumn fell, causing a dim yellow fog to float under the lit street lamps. The cold light of the car lights gradually spread from the corner, illuminating the end of the dark alley.

The colorful colors of the neon lights reflected on the black body, the door opened, the driver walked down with a black umbrella, went to the back seat to open the door.

The waiters at the entrance of the mansion were all wearing white shirts and champagne-colored vests. They ran over quickly, spread the carpet under the door, stepped on the carpet, and Schiller held the door and got out of the car.

As soon as he stood up straight, he saw a guest walking in in front of him throwing a huge umbrella into the arms of a thin umbrella boy. The umbrella boy was soaked with a lot of water droplets on the umbrella. The waiters by the gate all laughed at him in a low voice.

Schiller took the umbrella himself and walked to the door. A blond manager came out enthusiastically and said, "Is that Professor Rodriguez? His Excellency Godfather is already waiting for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Evans walked down the stairs, hugged Schiller warmly, and said, "Thank you, Professor Schiller, my bar mitzvah is not worth the trouble you have to rush here. "

"It's nothing, happy birthday."

The two were talking, and out of the corner of Schiller's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the umbrella boy who was holding a huge umbrella. He should look about the same size as Evans, but he was thin and small, with a hooked nose and some eyes. Shady, unpleasant looking, he is trying to close the huge umbrella in his arms, but because he is very thin, his movements look a bit funny.

Schiller noticed that the cufflinks on his wrist were meticulous, and he was more like a dignitary who came to a party than a waiter.

Evans was a little unhappy when he saw that Schiller was still carrying the umbrella himself. He also turned to look at the umbrella boy. The manager was very observant. over that huge umbrella.

The umbrella in Schiller's hand was already folded. He held the middle part of the umbrella and handed it to the umbrella boy. The man rolled up his cloudy eyes, glanced at Schiller, and lowered his head. The head took the umbrella with a noob.

This little episode did not affect the progress of Evans' birthday party in the slightest. To some surprise, Bruce also came.

Of course, after all, they were classmates, and they were in the same class. They were all in the upper class of Gotham.

Schiller was holding a glass of wine and was talking with Evans about the club. Soon, the protagonist of the banquet was called away by his father, and Bruce came over and said, "Aren't you going to have something to eat first? Professor?"

Schiller shook his head and asked him, "You said last time that you wanted to be the head of the club? That's really strange."

As soon as Bruce was about to speak, he heard Schiller say again: "Judging from the level of papers you handed in, let alone being the head of a society, you may not be very suitable for studying psychology."

"Don't do this, of course you know why I did it."

"But that's not the reason why you polluted my eyes with a pile of academic garbage."

"Okay, how many clubs' group fees can make you shake your academic persistence? Is 200 million US dollars enough?"

Schiller scolded inwardly, but he still said, "I suggest you change your way of disguise. Can you really tolerate this way of being among the rotten people all day?"

"I always use **** juice instead of alcoholic beverages, and those burning powders are just ordinary spices."

Schiller didn't speak, just silently lowered his eyes to his waist. Bruce said, "Well, there are indeed some problems."

Just as he was talking, the lights in the center of the banquet hall turned on one by one, and Falcone took Evans down the stairs in the center.

This is an important part of the coming-of-age ceremony. The elder introduces his child to his social circle to show that he can participate in social activities normally and assume the mission of inheriting the family industry.

Afterwards, Schiller and other elders gave Evans some encouragement, and finally Evans himself, he first drew a cross on his chest very devoutly, and then thanked God.

Just as Evans was speaking, Schiller found that in the peripheral vision on his right, under the shadow of the heavy curtain, there seemed to be a thin figure hidden.

But after the crowd gathered in the center dispersed, the figure disappeared.

After that, we entered the normal dance and banquet process. The lights were shining, the cups were staggered, and in the splendid banquet hall, people were chatting with their own thoughts.

But just like how Schiller was treated at S.H.I.E.L.D., almost no one would come to talk to him, everyone knew his amazing resume, and no one wanted to stay too long in front of someone who might see through their inner secrets. .

After a while, the banquet came to an end. Schiller felt a little hungry. He planned to go to the dining table next to him to get something to eat. At this time, he heard some noise from the back of the stairs on the right. Soon, a gorgeously dressed man appeared. The lady in the skirt ran out screaming, "Old Edward!! He's down in the bathroom!"

Everyone around hurriedly dispersed, Falcone said in a calm voice, "Be quiet, Andy, go and see what's going on."

A person next to the godfather walked away, and soon, he came back and whispered a few words in Falcone's ear, Falcone's eyes swept over everyone present, forced by his momentum, no one Dare to speak out.

Falcone said, "Old Edward died, at my son's bar mitzvah."

In the banquet hall with hundreds of people, it was as quiet as if nothing existed. No one even dared to breathe loudly. Everyone was thinking, who was so daring to rush to the godfather's turf?

Falcone said with a cane, "Where's little Edward? Let him come to see me. His uncle died here. He must come here."

"Also, go to the police station and ask them to send someone to investigate. Evans, please help me entertain the guests and don't let them feel neglected."

After that, Falcone gave his assistant Andy a look, then turned and left.

Bruce stood beside Schiller and asked him, "You saw that too, didn't you?"

"Yes, but it has nothing to do with me."

Bruce said, "It seems that little Edward has won, and the situation at the pier will be chaotic."

"You think little Edward moved the hand?"

"He's the one who makes the most money, isn't he?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "I think the Edward family is the biggest loser. When old Edward died, everyone would think it was his nephew who moved the hand. And something like this happened at the Godfather's only son's coming-of-age ceremony. It's not too much to take revenge on the Edward family after the godfather."

"Do you think Falcone directed and acted?"

"He's smarter than you think."

Bruce glanced back. The banquet hall, which was still very lively just now, was completely deserted at this time. Most of the people had left. They did not dare to stay here because of the godfather's anger. Under the brilliant lights, it looked even more desolate.

When Schiller was about to leave, it was the assistant next to the godfather who returned the umbrella to him. Andy said, "I'm sorry, professor, the godfather asked me to convey my apology for him. We didn't expect to invite you to the first banquet. That's what happened."

"Yes, we didn't even think about it."

Schiller looked down at his umbrella. All the water droplets on it had dried. Standing under the porch, he saw a group of people carrying a box at the side door of the mansion, which should be the body of old Edward.

They loaded the box into the car and looked at the direction the car was going. His body should have been thrown into the sea.

Schiller stood at the door for a while, and soon the police lights flashed in the rainy night, and the police car drove in. That's right, Gotham is like this. They don't wait for the police to come to deal with the body.

Gordon came to a crime scene where neither the victim nor the murderer had a trace. They had even wiped off the blood, but he was very adaptable, orderly commanding a few police officers under him, and started in the bathroom. wander around.

And he himself, neither handling the case nor recording, but led by others to meet Falcone.

The outcome of the investigation in this case does not depend on what actually happened in the bathroom or what the police can find out, but only on the attitude of one person, Falco, the host of the banquet. Inside.

Gotham is like this. When a gang member kills another gang member, the situation of the police will become very embarrassing. Gordon deeply understands this truth. When a police officer in Gotham, the psychological quality is more important than the method of solving the case. .

After a while, Evans came out with an umbrella. He hurriedly ran in the direction of Schiller and said, "Professor, I heard that you haven't left yet. Do you have anything else to do?"

"No, nothing special, you know, I'm more interested in these cases."

Evans showed a somewhat embarrassed look and said, "Uh... This is just a small case, not a serial murder case, but if you are interested, you can go in and see."

Schiller shook his head, but he handed Evans the umbrella in his hand and said, "Help me bring it to the godfather."

Evans took the umbrella and felt a little inexplicable.

After Schiller left, Falcone took Schiller's black umbrella from Evans and said, "It seems that he will indeed be your longest-lived tutor."

Sitting in the car on the way back, Schiller listened to the sound of the rain beating on the window, and he recalled the small and cowardly umbrella boy, the guest who went in before him and teased the umbrella boy with a huge umbrella. , it was Edward Sr.

As soon as Schiller returned to the apartment, he heard movement on the balcony. Batman was standing there. Schiller didn't look back. Batman said, "I'm going to investigate old Edward's case."

"Why? Gang fights are also within your jurisdiction?"

"He used to be the head of Park Street."

Schiller didn't answer him, but Batman said to himself, "He knows who killed my parents."