Dc Rage Dragon

Chapter 89: Gordon’s Heart Twitched

Gotham.

Gotham’s night is always cloudy and heavy. It was as if among the dense dark clouds, there was a huge darkness watching this weird city.

Many strange Gothic buildings stand tall, bleak and dark passing everywhere.

The night in this city is panic and disturbing. Crimes not seen during the day appeared everywhere in the streets and lanes, as if the dark world suddenly flooded the entire city after the setting sun suddenly fell.

The sky was drizzling, and there was a cold wind blowing drizzle into the Gotham Police Station.

The cold wind, accompanied by chills, scratched Gordon’s skin, causing the body who was looking at the file at the desk to tremble, and goose bumps wrinkled.

Gordon is slightly thin and his hair is half-grey. Even though he is now wearing a brown long-sleeved windbreaker, he still feels the sudden drizzle and cold wind blowing people’s skin.

He got up from the chair, stood upright, the popliteal behind his knees pushed the chair away from behind him, and stepped to the window. Outside the window was a world shrouded in drizzle, dimly lit, dark and shaded, and drizzle coexisted.

Even outside the police station, in the dark, it is not so bright.

The cold wind blew on his face, and the fine water droplets densely covered his face, supporting the continuous cold wind and drizzle. He pulled the window wet by the handle with his hand, and closed it with a snap. window.

After closing the window, he wiped his face from top to bottom with his hands, his eyes closed and opened, still firm and energetic. The wrinkles on his face did not make him too old, but rather a thin and slightly thin face. His wrinkles appear as firm and unwavering as a rock.

His eyes flashed with deep thought, and his hand subconsciously took out the cigarette box from his pocket, patted twice, and took out a cigarette. Under the light of only the desk lamp on the desk, accompanied by the semi-dark office environment, the lighter turned on. The flame, the lukewarm flame scorched the skin on his face, and his vision was still thinking, even if the lighter’s light reflected in his pupils, there was no way to focus on the lighter’s flame, so he ignited the cigarette.

The cigarette was lit, and sparks gathered at the beginning point. He took a deep breath of the cigarette. The sparks that gathered lit up more violently. Smoke entered from his throat, warming his cool lungs, and the mist of cigarettes from him slightly. A little dry lips spit out, and wisps rose to the ceiling.

The office smelled of cigarettes.

He dangled a cigarette, sat back in his seat, picked up the case file and looked at it.

Batman caught the holiday killer and threw it directly at the door of the police station when the night fell tonight, with some evidence of crime.

This central city police station has been staring at the criminals for more than half a year, and finally ran back to Gotham and was captured by Batman of Gotham. More than that, according to Batman, the police officer in Central City is on his way to Gotham, and maybe he will be there today to hand over the criminal evidence of the holiday killer.

However, between words, it seemed that he had a guard against the police officer who came. This makes Gordon some doubts. But he didn’t think deeply. It is estimated that he is a strong police officer. When confronted with Batman, he will be regarded as a transvestite who breaks the law at the first time. I was like that at the beginning.

“Arkham’s guard needs to be strengthened.”

Gordon sighed slightly and looked at the file.

The holiday killer, eventually, will try him in Gotham Court.

But he will always end up in Arkham Mental Hospital. These mentally ill people seem to have privileges. No matter how they kill, they will not sit on the electric chair or be sentenced to death.

Arkham Psychiatric Hospital is full of talents, and there are no different styles. Escape seems to be commonplace, which is a headache.

In the end, Gordon decided in his heart to propose to the mayor to allocate some appropriation, at least for Arkham’s side to change a batch of equipment and increase some manpower. Otherwise, a mental patient ran out after a while, not only the Gotham police could not stand the toss. Even Batman running around couldn’t accept this kind of tossing.

Putting down this case file, Gordon picked up another fresh case.

Jason Wood, a botanist at Gotham University, was pierced into his eyes by a twisted ivy, and he died in pain.

Gordon squinted, smoking a cigarette, and took a closer look at the scene of the case.

The twisted ivy vine seemed to grow from the growth to the synthesis twine. In his opinion, this ivy vine seemed to have grown into this shape deliberately. It grew into this shape just for insertion. Burst Jason Wood’s eyes, from his eyes, into his head, shattering his brain.

This ivy seems to be alive.

In this regard, from the autopsy report, after Jason Wood was inserted into his eyes, the ivy was still struggling to grow. He saw his head climbing like a wall, drilling into any gap, it was really chilling.

There are plants that can move and kill people. It seems that the hatred of plants against him is not light.

In addition, after the death of Jason Wood, a female student, his assistant Pamela Lillian Asley, disappeared and was extremely suspected.

After assisting in the investigation with Robin, Robin came to a very sci-fi conclusion. This female student became a ‘vegetable’. A real plant person, a person who can control plants.

There is reason to believe that this female student was the culprit who killed Jason Wood.

The wanted order has been issued in the shortest time.

Gordon’s eyes thought deeply.

This is actually a very simple case, and the murderer Roar wants to come out.

On the contrary, what Gordon thinks more deeply is, does this female student really have the magical Ability to control plants? Although Robin guessed that he must have this kind of Ability, he was able to twist the ivy control into a twist to explode Decedent’s eyeballs.

But Robin’s kid was too light and his mouth was garish, as if he would die if he didn’t speak, so Gordon couldn’t believe this Batman’s assistant.

But he was right again, so he couldn’t refute it.

This is the first time there is no way to refute this light boy…

Gordon knows no matter how rare the case is. When everything is ruled out, no matter how unreliable, how funny, how unbelievable the answer is, it is the answer, it is the fact.

So… this girl student really became a ‘vegetable’?

It wasn’t until a cigarette was smoked that the ashes fell on Gordon’s thigh, and the slight burning sensation was uploaded to the thigh in the suit pants, Gordon reacted from thinking, he quickly put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, embarrassed Patting his trousers.

Finally, I was relieved to see that the trousers hadn’t been burnt a hole.

Gordon didn’t think again. He glanced at the quartz clock hanging on the wall. It was already 23 o’clock in the evening, and it was the point where he had to go home.

He stood up, closed the case file, put it on the side table, turned off the lamp, picked up the brown dome hat from the hanger, and walked out of the office door.

After beckoning Roar with night police officers one after another, he walked out of the Gotham Police Station.

There is still a drizzle, but the drizzle is too foggy, but it feels like a hazy artistic abstraction.

He put on the dome hat, put his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, and shrank his shoulders, intending to go home in the drizzle, because this kind of drizzle fell on his windbreaker and dome hat, and it was just up. A little bit of fine water on the plush does not get in the way.

Just when he thought so, when he wanted to step out of the eaves of the police station.

He stopped abruptly.

On the street of the police station, in the misty drizzle, a figure walked out of the misty darkness.

He was holding a black umbrella, like the one with a solid skeleton held by the gangs in the 70s and 80s. He quietly walked out of the darkness, very graceful and courteous, like a gentleman, like a noble gentleman, not slow nor hurry. Every step is practical and the purpose is clear.

He came to the police station.

He is looking for me.

For no reason, this fact was born in Gordon’s heart.

He saw the appearance under the black umbrella, ******, it seemed a little cold, but under the smile of his mouth, it set off a gentle and charming temperament.

He is a rare beautiful man. Even if he is the same man, Gordon has to admit that the man in front of him is very attractive and eye-catching.

Holding an umbrella, he walked to Gordon, and as Gordon expected, he came to find himself.

“Chief Gordon, I’m sorry to bother you. Can you please call Batman out?”

Gordon shook his heart.