The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In his office at Arkham Hospital, Gordon watched Schiller, hands on hips, fiddling with his umbrella.

Schiller removed the umbrella cover completely, leaving only the umbrella ribs. He lowered his head to remove the handle, and then yanked one of the umbrella ribs hard.

The umbrella rib broke with a click, and the middle part flew out with a swoosh. Gordon let out a ow in pain and covered the left half of his face. Schiller straightened up and looked at him, helplessly. Said: I said a long time ago, don't watch me fix things, I don't have any education background in mechanics and engineering, accidental injury is inevitable.

Gordon stood up covering his face, took the part to him from between his fingers, and said, I've already said that, you can't fix this thing. It looks very common, but it's actually very complicated.

Don't you have anything else to do? Schiller lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the umbrella stand, then looked out the window and said to Gordon, Are you policemen so idle?

I'm solving the problem from the root. Gordon folded his arms, looked at Schiller and said, I found a rule, as long as you keep an eye on you, there won't be any troublesome work coming to us.

Before Schiller could refute, Gordon continued to ask: So, the secret meeting you invited me into last time was established to fight against the mysterious organization that Coppert said poisoned Gotham's rainwater?

That's not an invitation. When you know this fact, you have already joined, and you have to join, because even if you don't fight against them, they will definitely come to you.

Gordon frowned very tightly, and he said: Those supernatural powers are real? For example... what magic, witchcraft and the like?

Do you believe in God?

Of course I...

God exists, so why can't magic and witchcraft exist?

Gordon opened his mouth. He felt that what Schiller said made sense, but he was not a very devout believer, he could only be regarded as a pan-believer, so he had no idea about those things that were talked about by gods and gods.

Schiller twisted the handle of the umbrella, it just fell off, and Gordon heard him curse, then picked up the handle and threw it away.

Gordon couldn't stand his layman's way of repairing. He came over, picked up the handle, and said, Well, as long as you give me a detailed introduction to the organization, I'll find you a capable person. How about the guy who fixes this thing?

Don't be kidding, the only umbrella maker in Gotham is dead. People from other cities, even if they know how to do this job, don't dare to come to Gotham. I can't repair an umbrella, so I have to go to the metropolis?

Actually, even if you go to the metropolis, it may come faster than you can repair it yourself. Gordon and Schiller lowered their heads at the same time, and their eyes fell on the umbrella that was dismantled.

Schiller had to admit that Gordon was right, he had no talent for it, he was just messing around, and he should have known from Stark's lab that he could twist light bulbs, and only light bulbs .

Where are you going to get someone who can repair umbrellas?

I can't find anyone who can repair umbrellas, but I know someone who can modify traffic lights.

Gordon picked up the phone and dialed, and said to Schiller: Remember the kid who tampered with the traffic light line on Traffic Civilization Day last time?

Oh, then I have the impression that he allowed only the right one of the four intersections to pass unimpeded, and then there was a fire there and...

Gordon picked up the phone and said to the other end: Hello? Go to the East End and bring that little slicker over. I have something to do with him.

Not long after he hung up the phone, a young police officer walked in with a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. The little boy was grabbed by the collar and swearing, but when he saw Gordon, he immediately Suddenly, like an eggplant beaten by frost, it wilted.

Gordon patted him on the back for him to come over, and said, Here's a little slick, a genius kid who can be an electrician, can make wiring, and even invented some mechanical devices himself.

What's your name? Schiller asked him.

I don't have a name, people call me Slick.

Although Gordon has a good image and a civilized manner among Gotham's police, his long-term work in the front line also gives him a sturdy temperament. In contrast, Schiller, a gentle university professor, sells The picture was much better, and the little slippery man quickly ran behind Schiller and made a face at Gordon.

Gordon reluctantly introduced: This little guy is the culprit who tampered with the traffic lights on the central turntable. At that time, he was employed by a gangster on Madrid Avenue. Pry open the shell of the traffic light, change the wiring inside...

He is not a native of Gotham, but came from the countryside of Bludhaven. Both his parents died. His uncle is an electrician. He brought him to Gotham to work and earn money. However, his uncle is not in good health, so he came to Gotham He died of illness within a few months, and he is the only one left.

This kid is very clever. Gordon looked at the little slippery eyes with admiration.

He actually survived alone in Gotham, and he did well. With the skills he learned as an electrician from his uncle, several gang bosses treated him like a guest. If it weren't for me, I still have some face. Can't get him yet.

Schiller glanced back at Slick. He was a white boy with messy red curly hair and glasses.

He really doesn't look like a kid from Gotham's slums. Although he looks young, his body is not thin at all, and he is even stronger than Cobblepot. He also has a rosy face and lively eyes, without the numbness of other children. mood.

There are not many children wearing glasses in Gotham, because here, they neither study nor go to school, and they will not tire their eyes. There are few parents who are nearsighted, and they will not inherit it. Therefore, the image of the little slippery head seems Out of place.

Schiller held up the broken umbrella and handed it to Slick, saying, If you fix it for me, I'll give you a super cool toolbox.

The little slippery head took the umbrella, looked it up and down, and said with some surprise: Why is this umbrella broken so badly? You wouldn't take it to the battlefield, would you?

Gordon gloated and said, The last time I saw this umbrella, it wasn't that bad. It's just that someone couldn't repair it and insisted on repairing it...

Schiller rolled his eyes, pulled the chair over and sat down, and said, It's all the fault of that Fish and Cobblepot. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have to...

Wait! Little Slick suddenly exclaimed, Isn't this umbrella amazing? Why are all the parts different?

Schiller stood up and said, Wait a minute, I'll get you the toolbox.

He walked to the door, called the nurse, and said a few words. After a while, the nurse came in with a toolbox.

As soon as I opened it, there were three or four floors of tool display stands. The little slippery exclaimed: It's so cool! I've always wanted to have a toolbox like this, but unfortunately, my uncle's toolbox is too small...

If you can fix this umbrella, then this kit is yours.

Look at mine. As he said, the little slippery man picked up the umbrella and took it apart in two or three strokes. He worked there for a long time, Schiller and Gordon were watching him, but they The two can't understand anything.

After a while, the little slippery boy stopped standing on the edge of the table, touched his chin, and said with some embarrassment: This is a bit troublesome.

This thing is supposed to be made by hand, right? It's just casting the parts, grinding the parts, and putting them together, right?

Indeed, this is a tailor-made handmade umbrella.

Then why don't you go find...

Seeing Schiller whose face was turning black again, Gordon took a step forward, covered the little slippery mouth, and said, Don't ask about it, just fix it for him as soon as possible.

But this umbrella is very strange. I'm afraid only the person who made it can repair it. The little slippery shrugged, pointed to a small pile of parts, and said to Schiller: Look, look here, the original number of parts here There should be six, but now there are only five.

Then he pulled a missing part from the side and said: This is the missing one. This screw looks like it has been burned, and all the threads have been destroyed.

It's what caused a rib to fail at all, but to fix it, you have to find an identical screw.

Originally, I could replace the nut together, but I don't know what to do with this material, and the welding pen is not easy to use at all...

The little slippery head said to Schiller: I really want that tool box. I tried my best, but the material used by this manufacturer is too special, and it is completely different from the factory's assembly line products. I can't make it.

Schiller and Gordon glanced at each other, obviously the two of them thought of something else, Schiller asked the little slippery head: Are you sure only the umbrella maker who made this umbrella can fix it?

Probably yes, I'm not bragging, but before I can walk, I'll be screwing nuts into screws.

He picked up a screw, showed it to Schiller, and said: Look at the threads on this, you can see a little manual traces, but more importantly, he has a very special design for the threads, and he can't use standard-sized screws at all. Can't screw it on.

How about recasting one?

You can try it. Xiao Huatou shook his head and said, But I don't think there is much hope. This kind of fit is very peculiar. If the materials are not consistent, it may not be able to fit together.

In the end, Schiller still gave the toolbox to the little slippery head, and then said to him: If you want, you can go to the vocational school in the living hell and learn about it. There is a professor of mechanical engineering from Gotham University who is teaching. With your talent, he will definitely be very pleasantly surprised.

After the slippery man left, Schiller picked up the phone and dialed a number, then said, Yes, it's me, are you free to come over now? What? You're coming? Okay...

About 20 minutes later, Batman appeared in the office, Gordon, Schiller, and Batman gathered around the table, looking at the umbrella.

So, you're saying that only the Court of Owls instructed Umbrellamaker Viking to make an umbrella that only they can repair?

Batman picked up one of the parts, squinted at it, and said nothing.

Okay. Schiller threw his hands on the table, then looked at Batman, and asked, You stayed in Copperpot and Evans' ward for a long time last night. What did you talk about?

While fiddling with the umbrella parts, Batman said, The three of us plan to join forces.

Gordon also looked at him and asked, Joint together? What to do? Deal with that owl court?

Yes, we are all interested in that mysterious organization, so we plan to investigate it from different angles.

You said you were coming over today? What's the matter?

I was just here to discuss a question, but now I have an answer. As he spoke, Batman took out another part, which was almost exactly the same as the damaged one, and he said, I found this last night. On an umbrella.

With Batman's narration, the time goes back to last night.