The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Weijin Umbrella Shop? Oh...that's really old calendar.

In the office of the Gotham Police Department, Brock was lighting a cigarette, leaning against the filing cabinet, and said to Gordon, You know, I'm from the East Side, a native of Gotham, a kid from the slums.

I remember you just came to Gotham... That should be a few years ago? That's right, at that time, the East End was still very glorious. There were four big families, a whole bunch of high-end clubs, various bars and clubs, even undressing. Dancers are the best.

Don't think it's a dilapidated slum. Bullock changed his hand to hold the cigarette. He took a puff of the cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and fell into the memory.

The East District has been brilliant for a while. With Green Street as the center, dozens of streets spread out, including Elizabeth Street, the central area where gangsters gather. But at that time, Elizabeth Street was not ranked, really. When it comes to prosperity, of course Green Street is second to none.”

But now, it's a bit... Gordon frowned, touched the corner of his mouth, and said, I went to see that case two days ago, and it really didn't match what you said. ...

Of course, as I said, that was all in the past, about five or six years ago...or seven or eight years ago, it was the most prosperous commercial center in the East District, and the Weijin Umbrella store opened there at the end. Lane, don’t think it’s remote, it’s actually the best location.”

Bullock exhaled another puff of smoke and recalled: It's the most special store in the East District. Commercial streets under the rule of gangs are often full of bars, dance halls and high-end restaurants. An umbrella shop is opened there, which is somewhat out of place.

However, the customers in that umbrella shop are very high-end, because the old umbrella maker Viking is very good at craftsmanship. The handmade umbrellas he made were the status symbols of Gotham gang bosses at that time. If he goes out with an umbrella with his emblem on it, it's a sign that he's a high-flying figure in Gotham's mob scene.

I know. Gordon nodded and said, When I first came to Gotham, there was a boom in handmade products, a trend of retro, leading the aesthetics of the East Coast and even the whole country. The things in China are cold and soulless, and only handmade things have taste.”

Maybe so, but not quite. Brock came over, sat down on a chair, and continued, You know the hellish weather in Gotham, and umbrellas are indeed very practical things.

Gordon rested his elbows on the table, pressed his whole body on the table, flipped through a file, and said, This old umbrella craftsman should be very good, right? It's a pity that he died.

Indeed, the bosses of the entire Gotham gang would only buy umbrellas from him, so many other umbrella craftsmen quit. Today, he is the only handmade umbrella craftsman left in the entire Gotham.

His craftsmanship is really good, but his temper is also very weird. When I was living in the East District, I heard that his umbrellas were only sold to some people, while others bought them no matter how much they paid. No umbrella.

Really? Gordon looked at Brock, and he questioned: The group of gang bosses didn't give them for nothing. If this old umbrella maker dared not sell them umbrellas, wouldn't they go to trouble?

I don't know about that, but it doesn't seem like any conflict broke out. Bullock shrugged.

I don't think you can find any clues from him. He may have been accidentally injured.

Gordon said unwillingly: Kevin's death is related to Fish's death, but I can't find any clues from Kevin, so I can only start from others. Do you think it will...

Gordon sighed, overturned the guess in his mind, and said: Forget it, it's unlikely, now that the handmade product craze has passed, a gangster like Kevin who didn't go to school won't do any handmade customization. Umbrella, our informant has never said that he knows the owner of the Viking Umbrella Shop, and the two of them may be strangers.

But I always feel that it's a bit strange that they died in the same case. Gordon straightened up, and he said with his arms akimbo: In the past, there were many incidents where gang fires spread to other people, but I think this case It's weird...

Your intuition has always been accurate. Bullock said to Gordon: Well, I will go to that umbrella store later. After all, I grew up in the East End and I am familiar with it. What clues, I will tell you...

It can only be the.

As soon as Gordon finished speaking, a small police officer knocked on the door and said, Boss Gordon, Mr. Falcone Jr. is here.

Gordon and Bullock rushed to welcome them out, and when they came upstairs, they saw the chief of police greeting Evans. Evans was in a suit and leather shoes, followed by several bodyguards.

It looked as if he was the owner of the police station.

Evans inherited his father's good looks, tall, straight, and handsome, and he also inherited a beautiful blond hair from his mother, but his image doesn't look like a gangster godfather, but like that A star performer, or a passionate artist.

Seeing Gordon coming, he turned around and shook hands with Gordon and said, Detective Gordon, I have known you for a long time. I have heard about you from my classmates and teachers. You are a good policeman...

Gordon and Bullock accompanied the director and Evans to greet each other.

This is the case in Gotham. Even if Evans is the biggest suspect in a murder case, all the police have to treat him politely, even as a guest of honor, because his surname is Falcone.

Just when they were about to invite Evans to the reception room, Evans said, No, I have something to say here...

In the basement of a hotel on Elizabeth Street, Maroney let out a scream. Batman broke his leg with a steel pipe. Maroney cursed loudly: You bloody meddling weirdo...

Batman's voice was as indifferent as ever: I stopped you from killing the innkeeper, but it wasn't because I happened to pass by. Obviously, I have something to do with you, and you'd better cooperate.

Maroney glared at him viciously and said, You don't expect me to tell you anything! You son of a bitch...

Ten minutes later, Maroney was lying on the ground with all his limbs broken, and Batman asked him, Did you shoot Fish?

Maroney didn't seem to think he was asking this question, and he let out a short gasp on the spot, nearly passing out from the pain, but Batman gave him a stimulant shot to keep him awake.

You'd better cooperate, otherwise I don't know where the next step will be broken. Batman kicked his arm, and Maroni let out a dying scream from his throat, and finally, he gave in Yes, he said, It was I...it was I...

Why are you doing this?

I have a grudge against Fish.

Batman stomped on his broken arm again, and Maroney screamed violently. He trembled and said, Someone threatened me...I can't help it...

Who threatened you?

Maroney was silent for a long time, no matter how much Batman tortured him, he refused to say that name.

Finally, Batman said: I know where the Maroni family is located, and I also know where your core strength and wealth are hidden. If you don't want a sudden fire with no survivors there, you'd better cooperate with me... ...

Maroney lay on the ground, as if dead, just when Batman thought he would never speak again, Maroney spat out a name in a hoarse voice:

Evans Falcone.

In the ward of Arkham Insane Hospital, Schiller retracted his arms, put the umbrella down, and leaned the tip of the umbrella on the ground. He said to Copperpot: ...don't tell me you bought this umbrella. Yes, you should know, you can't afford this.

So, did you steal it, or did you rob it?

As if humiliated, Coppert pursed his lips and stared at Schiller and said, I deserve it!

Schiller folded his hands on the handle of his umbrella, stood where he was, and asked Coppert, Why do you say that?

Coppert turned his head away without answering.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the ward, and Schiller turned his head and said, Please come in.

It was Gordon who came in. After he came in, he glanced at the situation in the ward, glanced at Copperpot, and finally stopped his gaze at Schiller, and said, Little Falcone pleaded guilty.

The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment. Coppert almost jumped off the bed as if he had been electrocuted. He turned his head and stared at Gordon and said loudly, What did you say?? Who pleaded guilty??

His tone was full of disbelief. Gordon swallowed and said to Copperpot: I know you can't believe it, because I can't believe it now.

But the fact is that before I came here, about tens of minutes ago, the godfather's own son, Evans Falcone, came to the police station...

Then he admitted that he ordered Maroney to kill Fish Mooney.

Cobblepot's movements froze in mid-air, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and then he fell back on the bed as if doubting his life, and said to himself in disbelief: ...he ordered Maroni to kill Fish died, so what did I do? What did I do?

I... Cobbot seemed to be choking. It can be seen from his expression that in just a few seconds, he went through all his plans and actions in his mind, and then he He said with certainty: Impossible, how could little Falcone...it doesn't make sense at all.

Gordon sighed and said, Who said no? Bullock and I were shocked. Evans was standing in a police station full of policemen and told us that he surrendered himself, and he ordered Maroney to kill him. Dead Fish.

He has no motive to do so. Copperpot looked at Gordon and said, Aren't our policemen the most particular about criminal motives? What reason does Falcone have to do this? What good would killing Fish do him?

He just finished asking, and then he said in disbelief: Well, killing Fish may indeed be good for him, such as deterring other people, but he shouldn't...

I know what you want to say. No matter how stupid the godfather's son is, he will not use this method to eliminate his competitors. More importantly, even if he did this, he has no reason to turn himself in.

Assassinations by gangsters are commonplace in Gotham. Gordon frowned deeply, and he could feel the deep marks between his brows almost engraved on his face. He said, Everyone I know, this kind of thing happens every day, but this is not the reason for him to bring this kind of thing to the table.

What on earth is he trying to do? Why is the police department involved?

When Gordon said this, he thought it was ridiculous. Why would the police be involved in the murder? God! What is he saying? Is he still a cop?

But in Gotham, this is obviously the truth that everyone agrees to. Assassinations between gangsters, no one will call the police, and they will be looked down upon by other colleagues, which will greatly damage their reputation.

But now, the godfather's own son came to the police station and publicly stated that he had murdered Fish. The nature of this matter was completely different.

If he doesn't admit it, no one can force him to admit it, because his surname is Falcone, but now that he admits it, everyone can't turn a blind eye to it, also because his surname is Falcone.