me and my vest

We have no way of knowing whether Oswald Copperpot regretted it, but he was indeed packed and taken away by the detectives when the sun was about to set.

"Can we go later in the evening?"

Oswald Copperpot didn't want to go in now at all, not only because of his identity, but also because of the undercover gangsters in the police station.

If he walked in like this swaggeringly, he would be reported to Falcone in the next second.

"I want to go in." Shi Li said, "I don't want to be outside in the cold wind, and I still have coffee to drink."

"coffee?"

"Gordon grinds coffee at this time of the day. It's much better than instant coffee." The detective looked back at the police station across the road, "Are you worried?"

"It doesn't matter, those undercover agents have been dispatched by me for various reasons, and you won't be accused."

"Of course, please, let's go in together."

As a growing super villain, Penguin is not timid, he understands how difficult it is to seize an opportunity, and how difficult it is to negotiate with these people who are on the bright side.

Even if there was some hesitation just now, these hesitations have long been put aside.

He wants to walk into the police station by himself!

This feat, unprecedented in Gotham's criminal history, was accomplished by me, Oswald Cobblepot.

"Mr. Paltrow, you are back."

"Good evening, Mr. Paltrow."

"good evening."

After a series of greetings, Oswald Cobblepot finally followed the detective to the central office area of ​​the police station and sat on the chair the detective pulled for him.

"Mr. Paltrow? How is it? Yesterday's case was solved?"

Gordon came out from around the corner near the archives, holding a coffee pot and some paper cups, "Coffee?"

"Thank you, I want two glasses here."

Gordon glanced at Oswald Copperpot, who was smiling ingratiatingly at him, and he didn't have any extra thoughts. After all, during his time in the police station, the consulting detective often brought back some strange witnesses.

"It was an ordinary case. I think we need to arrest Officer Michael. He let the robber go." The detective picked up the paper cup and pushed it over. clues from the

Gordon lifted the coffee pot and poured him coffee, knowing that at this point all he needed to do was listen.

"Doctor Klein, yes, that's the person you think of. He has something to do with Falcone. He bought a batch of hallucinogens from outside to Arkham."

Shili blurred the information he got from Bruce into getting it from criminals, and he couldn't reveal the fact that he knew Batman.

"Far beyond patient servings."

"What should we do?" Gordon sat up straight, "Send special forces to Arkham?"

"No, let's start the investigation from Falcone." The detective took out a box of matches from the drawer, "Dr. You can’t scare the snakes.”

"So this...is the person from Falcone's side?" Gordon immediately understood, and looked at Oswald who was sitting obediently.

"Yes, his name is Oswald Copperpot, and he wants to work with us."

"Hello, Officer Gordon." Oswald held out his hand, looking very polite.

"...Hello." Gordon shook hands with him hesitantly.

"I want to take him to meet Batman," said the detective. "You can't hide it from me. You often go to the top floor in the middle of the night. You must be in charge of the Bat-Light."

Gordon swallowed back the denial he was about to say, "I'm not sure he's coming, and one more question is—why?"

"Why?" Oswald repeated Gordon's words, because there were other people in the police station, his voice was very soft, but he was very excited, forming a wonderfully depressed voice.

Looks like a madman.

Old Arkham reserving.

"Because I can see it, Officer Gordon, and even though you might find it funny to say that, I want to help this city, in my way, and I want to make the gang better."

Make gangsters better?

Gordon had never heard such talk.

He glanced around and found that some colleagues' attention had been attracted, so he coughed quickly to stop Oswald from continuing to speak here.

"Wait until dark, I will take you to the top floor."

The detective responded, bent down and took out a document from the pile of documents stacked at his feet, then took out a high-power magnifying glass from his pocket, and began to study the writing on it.

"Would you like to take a look?" It seemed that it was impolite to place Penguin in this way, and the detective took a file bag from the table and gave it to him, "If you want to control the dark side of Gotham, you must at least get to know the police department first. "

Gordon, who was sitting across from him reading the newspaper, raised his head sharply.

"Don't worry, these are just some trivial cases."

Still uneasy, Gordon gave Oswald a warning look.

Oswald immediately smiled flatteringly, and gently picked up the bag.

The atmosphere is so subtle and harmonious, and it lasts until the police station is empty-just kidding, do you think the police in Gotham work at night?

Maybe it will get better in the future, but obviously not now.

Gordon skillfully took out the flashlight, "Let's go up from the hatch at the back door."

The street behind the police station was silent, only one or two stray cats passed by, the wind blew the garbage bags and made a rustling sound, and the fallen leaves rolled away on the ground.

When he got to the top of the building, Gordon found the bat light in the corner and turned it on. In fact, it was just an ordinary searchlight, except that a bat-shaped baffle was added in front to make it cast a shadow.

"Mr. Paltrow and I are not worried, but you." Gordon carefully chose his words, "If you don't convince him in a short time, maybe you will be hung on the wall and blow the wind all night. "

"I will work hard."

"Effort for what?"

A voice that was so hoarse as if there was a problem with the throat sounded, and a thick shadow enveloped the open space on the roof, as if a huge bat descended silently.When Oswald turned his head to look over, he found that the frightening vigilante had stood behind him at some point.

"good evening……"

Before Oswald could finish his sentence, Bruce punched him to the ground.

The wound that was just stitched up by Watson in the afternoon opened under this punch, and the blood gradually soaked the shirt again.

Bruce grabbed the collar of Oswald who was struggling to get up, lifted him from the ground to the outside of the floor, and let him hang there, "What do you want to do? Control Gotham?"

Gordon pulled the detective back a few steps, "I hope he didn't scare you. This scene is a bit cruel, but he definitely knows how to measure it."

Batman's cape fluttered in the wind, "You have a minute to say what you know."

Penguin is very tough, nothing can shake his pursuit of power, "Unless you promise me first!"

He firmly grasped Bruce's hand wearing a black wristband to ease the suffocation. If he was lifted into the sky, he would undoubtedly be very scared, "I want the shadow of Gotham! I want to take over Falcone's power! I It will be the new order!"

"Why should I promise you?" Batman's black mask moved closer to Oswald.

"If Falcone is eliminated, his men will be on the loose, and they will be running around the city with drugs, guns, and drugs! Former suppliers will also find new partners !"

Oswald's face turned red, and he grabbed Bruce's arm desperately, "You don't want to see those... Gotham needs, needs a new dark side, orderly darkness..."

Bang.

Oswald was flung to the ground, gasping for breath—a few more seconds and he would have died of suffocation.

"Tell them what you know."

After saying this, Batman jumped off the building of the police station, his cloak blended with the night, and disappeared from the sight of the three.

"Congratulations." Gordon helped Oswald stand up again. "Now tell us what you know."

"Is there a deal?" Penguin asked.

"Of course, you are our new partner. Welcome to the Gotham Squad." The detective's coat hem floated in front of Penguin's eyes, and he carefully observed the place where Batman had stood.

"...Gordon, did you know he weighed over 200 pounds?"

"what?"

"He weighed over 200 pounds and was about 180 centimeters tall."

Gordon took out the handcuffs and handcuffed Oswald, "Oh, then we'd better never mess with him."

Oswald clutched the bleeding wound, and nodded involuntarily.

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Oswald confessed that the microwave evaporator was sent to Naihe Island by Falcone.

So the next problem is to find out its whereabouts, and then figure out how Klein will use him.

In order to facilitate the next communication, and to help Mr. Holmes, Bruce—Gotham baby decided to hold a party, which happened to be his birthday that day.

It's a birthday party.

He can get to know Sherlock Paltrow, a consulting detective, at the party openly, and in the days to come, he can use his identity as a playboy to seek help from his teacher.

"Master, the guests are already waiting."

Bruce's blue eyes stared at himself in the mirror, "What do you think of this suit?"

"No matter how beautiful a suit is, it can't save the impression of being late." Alfred disliked his young master very much, "Did you call your girlfriend?"

"Of course, the leading dancer of the Moscow Ballet."

"Which car do you want to drive?"

"Be low-key."

The so-called low-key car is——

"Anthony, is that car a global limited edition?"

Watson held a glass of red wine and touched the arm of the person next to him.

"What?" Anthony, who was concentrating on cutting the steak, looked up.

The richest gentleman in Gotham is getting off a red sports car, and he is putting his arms around a beautiful woman in a long skirt.

"Oh, Wayne, Bruce Wayne, I don't know that car, but I dare say it must be expensive as hell."

It's not good to just invite people from the police department. Bruce simply invited practitioners from other fields in Gotham, such as prosecutors, doctors, and judges.

Watson and Anthony happened to be on the doctor's invitation list.

Shi Lu is currently studying some car watches to judge the preferences and property status of rich people. Financial and fashion magazines piled up in the living room, and in the end it was up to Dr. Watson to clean them up. , and even brought him to know a lot of famous cars.

"Aren't you looking for your friend?" Anthony took a sip of wine, "I didn't know before this, I didn't find out that he was the famous consulting detective."

"Well, I haven't introduced it to you either."

Watson said with a smile, relaxed his body and leaned back on the chair, followed his line of sight, and you could see Holmes surrounded by the crowd.

"Has anyone ever told you?" asked Anthony, who seemed to think it was a good bad joke. "Your name is John, and his is Sherlock. It sounds like the real Sherlock Holmes and Watson."

"...Of course, they are very similar."

With Watson's personality, he couldn't wait to search for his name and books on the Internet on the first day he learned to use a computer.

The records of Sherlock Holmes' solving crimes he recorded had aroused great repercussions in London at that time and were also very popular. Holmes himself often met with nobles and received letters of thanks from the president or the queen.

Watson felt that his book would be popular even in the United States a few hundred years later.

It turned out that he just searched for a novel.

Not to mention how the doctor dragged the detective out of his bed in the middle of the night a few months ago, and Watson has now accepted this fact very well.

Whether it really exists or whether it is virtual, Watson thinks he is very clear, and he doesn't need to question anything.

"He is a consulting detective, and you are also a doctor." Anthony said again, "It's really a coincidence, isn't it, that your relationship is still so good."

Watson suddenly saw Shi Li waving at him from afar.

"Sorry, I'll go there first."

"Sherlock?"

The detective in the light gray suit was talking to several people, "John, let me introduce you, this is Bruce Wayne, this is James Gordon, and this is prosecutor Rachel Dawes."

"Hi, I'm John Hardwick."

What Watson didn't expect was that the playboy who had been taught by Sherlock and was now reduced to an idiot was the first to respond, "Doctor, how is my party? Do you think it's okay?"

"Certainly very well, sir."

"It must be hard living with a detective, right?" Gotham Baby asked with a smile, "Can he tell from your clothes how many women you were with yesterday?"

Rachel and Gordon showed expressions of lovelessness for a moment.

Watson's affection for this playboy also dropped to the lowest point.

"I respect Mr. Paltrow very much. He has made Gotham a better city. The future star of the police department." Bruce pretended to be drunk, "Tomorrow star, right? I am willing to help him Throw a fundraiser and fix up the crappy police station."

"His reasoning is really good, isn't it, Rachel?"

Rachel still doesn't understand how the Bruce she grew up with became what she is now. She wants to turn around and leave but can't let go, so she can only stand here stiffly.

"Come on, doctor, and sit at our table."

"The hotel doesn't seem to allow adding chairs..." Watson looked hesitantly at his partner.

"They won't care, this place belongs to the Wayne Group." Bruce waved his hand, "I own this place."

"..."

Watson sat down in silence.

"Mr. Paltrow, here's my business card." Rachel adores this righteous and powerful consulting detective, "If you need a government warrant or anything, I'm glad you came to me .”

"I will, thank you very much."

"Officer Gordon, you..."

Rachel is trying to build a good relationship with the two powerful figures in the police department for the righteous cause of Gotham, but the Gotham baby seems to be very interested in the doctor.

"Has Mr. Holmes introduced me to you?"

Bruce asked in a low voice.

"Yes, he told me something about you, but it was all his experience here last time, about how studious and humble you were when you were young, Mr. Wayne... something like that."

It appears that Mr. Holmes did not tell Dr. Watson about Batman.

Bruce immediately changed his strategy, withdrawing the trace of calmness and rigor that he wanted to reveal to Watson, and put on a playboy mask.

"Are you working at Gotham City Hospital now?"

"surgical."

"Do you want to try being the dean?"

Watson: "???"

"Dean." Bruce asked again, "It's okay, that hospital is mine too."

Bruce is serious. If Watson becomes the dean, then Gotham will have one more trustworthy hospital on the side of justice.

"...Thank you, I think I still need to learn." Watson moved his chair and leaned in the direction of the detective.

"That's a pity, if you need help, you can contact me."

"After all, you know, maybe I've only got a few poor bills left."

Watson took another look at the detective and kicked his leg under the table.

?

Watson saw Sherlock holding a fork and looked at him blankly, "What's the matter, John?"

The detective asked him very quietly, "Aren't you used to them? I think they are much better than fish heads stewed with potatoes."

That is indeed.

However, Watson took a look at Bruce who was smiling at him, and decided to leave for a while, so that when he came back, maybe the billionaire was bored and left by himself.

"Excuse me."

Watson pulled out his chair, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom.

Shi Lu glanced back, and after recognizing where he was going, he continued to eat with confidence.

However, at this moment, sitting in the corner of the hall, a man dressed as a waiter raised his head and quietly followed Watson.

The author has something to say: tell you something.

After writing the part of Sherlock Holmes, this book will be finished soon, and I will not write the comprehensive part of Anglo-American that was originally planned, because I am not very inspired.

The next book has also been confirmed, which is the comprehensive martial arts book.

After this book is finished, a new sub will be opened within a week. If you like it, hurry up and collect it (express.jpg)

There are still three extra stories to be written in this book, one is about Natsume, the other is about Gin, and the third is about Hokage. I decided to open it separately. You can go to the column to find out when the time comes.