Chapter 9 Batman Is Shaken Again

Gordon unbuttoned a button on his shirt collar, twisted his neck, relaxed his shoulders, and then turned his head to look out the window at the dark rainy night in Gotham, which was still cold and damp.

His colleagues greeted each other and left the police station after get off work. One of them said to Gordon: "Hey, man, you shouldn't have taken that difficult case in the first place. Dozens of missing people? I'm afraid you will have to check the files until midnight tonight."

Gordon smiled helplessly and said: "You said, dozens of missing people, I have to pay attention."

After all his colleagues left, Gordon made himself a cup of strong coffee. He planned to work all night tonight.

The missing people case in Mossenjie District is very strange. In the past, even if the missing people were done very secretly, the bodies of some dead victims would still be found, but among the 46 missing people in Mossen Street, none of the bodies appeared on the streets of Gotham, which is very abnormal.

Gotham has never been a law-abiding city. There are so many gangs here that no experienced gang member would go to the trouble of dealing with corpses. They would just throw the corpses down from the building, even though they knew they couldn't fool the police, but the police were nothing in Gotham.

Among the dozens of people who disappeared in the Mossen block, there were people of all professions. They had almost no common rules. The only thing in common was that they were permanent residents of the Mossen block.

Gordon was still very young at this time. He was just a small head of the police station and was still a long way from being the director. This case that no one was willing to take over, this hot potato, was finally taken over by Gordon, who had a strong sense of justice. Although he knew that this was most likely a thankless job, he still planned to do his best to complete it and redress the grievances of the victims.

Just when he stayed up late to sort out the files and was already very sleepy, he suddenly felt a noise behind him. When he turned around, a huge shadow enveloped him. Gordon immediately touched his waist, but his pistol was not there.

The man opposite was wearing a black tights, two pointed ears on his head, and a black cape. He was tall and almost blocked all the lights above his head. Gordon said cautiously: "Who are you? Why are you in the police station?"

"You can think of me as a vigilante. I am investigating the missing persons in the Mossen block. I found that you went there today and yesterday. You should be the detective in charge of this case. I hope to get the files of these missing persons."

Gordon was about to refuse the man opposite, and he said again: "Of course, I also have some clues here that I can exchange with you, or I can solve this case with you."

Violent police? Gordon thought, this is too ridiculous. There can't be such a person in Gotham City, otherwise it wouldn't be called the city of sin.

Gordon and Batman's first encounter was not pleasant. The two of them confronted each other in the police station for a long time. Obviously, the newly arrived Batman had not yet understood the essence of leaving before finishing the conversation. He and Gordon dawdled for a long time and finally got impatient.

Batman found that he was really unlucky. There were countless policemen who neglected their duties in Gotham City, but he happened to meet the most serious one. Gordon even wanted to protect those files with his life. Batman didn't want to hurt him, so there was no better way.

After Batman cleaned up the Gutter Gang, he was greatly shocked by the beggar. Although he saved the beggar in the end, it was obvious that he still reflected on his actions and began to be less ambitious, but started from the simplest.

The starting point of his superhero journey, the Mawson District, was not peaceful except for the Gutter Gang. The number of missing people in the Mawson District had reached a very dangerous number. The permanent population here was only a few hundred, but more than 40 people were missing. Batman was determined to use this case as the starting point of his debut.

And, of course, he had someone to suspect.

A university teacher, who didn't sleep in the middle of the night, sneaked into the neighborhood where the Gotham gang was located, appeared for no reason, and disappeared for no reason. Is there anyone more suspicious than this?

Batman had thought about confronting Schiller directly, but he knew that he would have a hard time defeating the professor verbally. He had lost both of his confrontations with Schiller, and he felt that he had to have sufficient evidence before bringing him to justice.

That day, Batman went to the Mawson neighborhood again. He couldn't get the missing persons case file from Gordon, so he sneaked into the home of a missing person, hoping to find some other clues from his house.

As soon as he climbed out of the window, he saw Schiller again. Under the street light not far downstairs, Schiller was holding a black umbrella and looking at the opposite wall. Batman saw him.

He found that Schiller was looking at the place where the beggar used to stay, but there was no beggar there now. Batman sent the beggar to the best hospital in Gotham City and covered all his medical expenses. Although the beggar had both legs amputated, he at least survived.

Because the beggar had been leaning against the wall for years, a dark stain had been left there. Rainwater formed a small puddle where he had been sitting, reflecting the dim light of the street lamp. Schiller stood across the street, looking at the puddle, wondering what he was thinking.

The young Batman finally lost his temper, and he jumped down and appeared in front of Schiller.

"Good evening, Batman, I remember you called yourself that last time, so I'll call you that too."

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Batman's eyes under the mask stared at him tightly, and he said: "Don't talk in circles with me, you know what I am here to do."

"You are here to be the savior, I know, for example, you saved a poor beggar."

"Did you do the missing persons case in Mawson Street?" Batman asked.

Schiller shook his head, and Batman said, "You are the only outsider, and you have no motive for being here."

Schiller said: "Obviously, you already have the answer in your heart, why do you still ask me? You are always very good at turning things you have determined into questions to ask others."

"If you get an answer that satisfies you, you will be satisfied, but if you don't get the answer you want, you will become angry."

"If I say that I am not the murderer, you will feel very angry, but your anger does not come from your sense of justice, but because I did not give you the answer you want,"

"You think you have a knack for predicting things, don't you?" Schiller asked.

"I said, don't talk in circles with me, you are the only suspect here..."

Before Schiller could speak, he found a batarang flying along the side of his neck. He seemed to have underestimated the enemy a little. Whether it was Batman at this time or Batman in the future, although they did not kill people, they They often beat up criminals and are not shy about breaking their legs before sending them to the hospital.

But obviously, this young Batman is still missing a program.

Schiller didn't speak for a while, and another batarang flew past his neck. This time, Schiller did not use his spider sense to tilt his head in advance, but looked at Batman quietly.

The batarang left a gash on the side of his neck, and blood flowed out. Suddenly, there was a series of rapid footsteps at the end of the alley, and a voice shouted: "Stop!"

Batman turned to look at the end of the alley. Under the streetlight, Gordon was pointing his pistol at the two men.

"Detective Gordon, hello," Schiller said.

Detective Gordon walked over slowly with his gun raised. He said: "Put down your weapons and don't move."

Schiller spread his hands to indicate that he had no weapons, and Batman put away the batarangs in his hands.

When Gordon got closer, he discovered that there was blood on Schiller's neck. The blood was flowing down his shoulders and even wet his shirt.

"Batman, you made a mistake," Schiller said. "You said I was the only suspect, but the detective clearly didn't think so."

"The only people who have no motive to appear here are you and me."

"I'm here to investigate a missing persons case." Batman said,

"Then so do I," Schiller said. "But obviously, you are no more noble than me, because neither of us are police officers. I think only Detective Gordon has the authority to do this now."

"I'll find the evidence," Batman said.

"If you also need evidence, what's the difference between you and the police?" Schiller suddenly asked.

Batman was speechless for a moment. He originally thought that Schiller would ask him for evidence. Batman also knew that although Schiller appeared where he shouldn't have appeared, it could not be used as evidence to prove that he indeed had He committed a crime, so he was determined to find clues to prove that Schiller was the murderer.

But Schiller's question got to the point. Batman thought that he had always believed that the police were very useless because they had to provide evidence for everything. Even if a murder happened in front of them, they would not go there until they saw the murderer. Arrest the most suspect person.

This was the case when his parents died. No police officer gave the proper explanation, and no one was brought to justice. His parents died, but no one paid the price.

He thought, if he also needed evidence, then why didn't he go to the Gotham Police Department and become a police officer?

But if he doesn't need evidence and arrests anyone at will, what's the difference between him and a criminal?

If Batman regrets it, he shouldn't go up and talk to Schiller. Every conversation with Schiller will shake him. This kind of psychological and conscious shake is the most terrifying.

Every time after meeting Schiller, Batman has to go back and think deeply for at least two or three days to understand the question he asked, find his own answer, and strengthen his confidence before he can come out again.

He felt that it was no different from attending classes in college. The teacher asked a question and the students thought about it themselves and then wrote it into a paper. When they met next time, in addition to checking their homework, there were new questions waiting for him, one question after another, as if they had never endless.

And Schiller also complained in his heart, this Jonathan is really quite capable. After Schiller stole most of the fear gas, not only did it not slow down his research speed, but it made him even crazier and kidnapped experimental subjects, causing Schiller to wake up in the middle of the night. I can't sleep, I have to clean up this mess.