The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Gordon unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, twisted his neck, relaxed his shoulders, and then turned his head to look out the window at the dark rainy night in Gotham, still cold and wet.

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 on that difficult case in the first place, with dozens of missing persons? You are afraid tonight It took midnight to check the files.

Gordon smiled helplessly, and said, You said, dozens of missing people, I have to have some snacks.

After his colleagues had left, Gordon made himself a cup of espresso. He planned to fight through the night tonight,

The missing persons case in Mosenjie District is very strange. In the past, even if the disappearances were done very covertly, the bodies of some dead victims would still be found. However, among the 46 people who disappeared in Mosenjie District, none of them It's not normal for a dead body to appear on the streets of Gotham.

Gotham has never been a city that speaks of the law. There are so many gangsters here that no experienced gangster will take the trouble to dispose of the dead body. But the cops, and the cops are nothing in Gotham.

Among the dozens of people who disappeared in Mosen Block, there were people of all professions, and they hardly had any common pattern. The only thing they had in common was that they were the permanent residents of Mosen Block.

Gordon was still very young at this time. He was just a small head of the police station, and he was still far away from the chief. Deng took it over, even though he knew that it was likely to be a thankless job, but he still planned to do his best to avenge the victims.

Just when he was staying up all night sorting out the files, he was so sleepy that he suddenly felt a noise behind him. When he turned his head, a huge shadow enveloped him. Gordon immediately touched his waist, but his pistol was not there. .

The person on the opposite side was wearing a black tights, with two pointed ears on his head, and a black cloak. He was tall, covering almost 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 disappearance of persons in the Mawson neighborhood. I found out that you went there today and yesterday. You should be the police detective in charge of this case. I hope to get these disappearances. population profile.

Gordon just wanted to reject the person opposite, he said again: Of course, I also have some clues here that I can exchange with you, or I can very well solve this case with you.

Vigilante? Gordon thought, this is ridiculous, there can't be such people in Gotham City, otherwise it wouldn't be called Sin City.

The first encounter between Gordon and Batman was not pleasant. The two of them confronted each other in the police station for a long time. Obviously, Batman, who had just arrived, hadn't grasped the essence of leaving without finishing the conversation. He and Gordon had been dawdling for a long time. , and finally got impatient.

Batman found himself really unlucky. There are countless derelict police officers in Gotham City, but he happened to meet the most serious one. Gordon even wanted to protect those files to the death. Batman didn't want to hurt him, so he also There is 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, obviously, he still reflected on what he had done, and started not to be so lofty. It's about starting from the simplest.

This is the starting point of his superhero road, Mosen Street. Except for the Shuigou Gang, it is not peaceful here. The number of missing persons in Mosen Street has reached a very dangerous number, and the resident population here is only a few hundred. However, more than forty people are missing. Batman is determined to use this case as the starting point of his debut.

And, of course he has someone to suspect.

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

It's not that Batman didn't think about it, and went directly to Schiller to confront him, but he knew that it might be difficult for him to beat the professor in terms of words. He lost the two confrontations with Schiller, and he felt that he had to After you have sufficient evidence, bring him to justice.

On this day, Batman came to the Mawson neighborhood again. He couldn't get the files of the missing persons case from Gordon, so he sneaked into the home of a missing person, trying to find some other clues from his house. .

As soon as he turned out of the window, he saw Schiller's figure again. Under the streetlight not far downstairs, Schiller was holding a black umbrella again, looking at the opposite wall, and Batman saw him.

He found that Schiller was looking at the place where the beggar used to be, but there is no beggar there now. Batman sent the beggar to the best hospital in Gotham City and contracted all his treatment expenses. Although the beggar Both feet were amputated, but at least he survived.

Because the beggar has been leaning against the wall for many years, there has been a dark stain there, and the rainwater has formed a small puddle where he used to sit, reflecting the dim light of the street lamp, while Schiller is standing on the road Looking at the puddle, I don't know what I was thinking.

The young Batman didn't hold his breath in the end, 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.

The eyes under Batman's mask were fixed on him, and he said, Don't play around with me, you know what I'm here for.

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

Did you do the missing persons case on the Mawson block? Batman asked.

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

Schiller said: Obviously, you already have the answer in your heart, why ask me? You are always very good at taking things that you have already established, and turning them into questions to ask others.

If you get an answer you like, you're naturally satisfied, but if you don't get the answer you want, you get very angry.

If I say that I am not a 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're a god, don't you? Schiller asked.

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

Before Schiller could speak, he found a bat dart flying past his neck. He seemed to underestimate the enemy. Whether it was Batman at this time or Batman in the future, although they didn't kill people, they They would often beat up the criminals and not shy away from breaking their legs before taking them to the hospital.

But obviously, this young Batman is missing a program.

Xi Le didn't speak for a while, and another bat dart flew past his neck. This time, Xi Le didn't use the spider sensor to tilt his head ahead of time, but looked at Batman quietly.

The bat dang left a gash on the side of his neck, and blood flowed out. At this moment, a series of hurried footsteps came from the end of the alley, and a voice shouted: Stop!

Batman turned his head to look at the end of the alley. Under the streetlight, Gordon was aiming at the two with a pistol.

Hello, Detective Gordon, Schiller said.

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

Schiller spread his hands, indicating that he did not have a weapon, and Batman put away the bat dart in his hand.

As Gordon got closer, he realized that Schiller's neck was bleeding, and the blood was running down his shoulders, and even wet his shirt.

You made a mistake, Batman, you said I was the only suspect, but this detective obviously doesn't think so, Schiller said.

People who have no motive to appear here, except me, and you.

I'm here to investigate missing persons cases, Batman said.

And so am I, Schiller said. But obviously, you're no better than I am, because we're not cops, and I think only Detective Gordon has the power to do that now.

I'll find evidence, Batman said.

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

Batman had nothing to say for a while, he thought that Schiller would ask him for evidence, and Batman also knew that although Schiller appeared in a place where he should not have appeared, it was not as evidence to prove that he did have evidence. He committed a crime, so he made up his mind to find clues to prove that Schiller was the murderer.

But Schiller's question was on point, Batman thought, he'd always thought the police were pretty useless because they wanted evidence in everything, and even if a murder happened right in front of them, they wouldn't go to the police until they had seen the murderer. Arrest the most suspected person.

It was like this when his parents died, without any explanation from the police, and no one was brought to justice. His parents died, but no one paid the price.

He thought, if he needed evidence too, why didn't he go to the Gotham Police Department and become a cop?

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

Batman regretted it, and he shouldn't have gone forward to talk to Schiller. Every time he had a conversation with Schiller, he would be quite shaken. This kind of psychological and consciousness 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 teaching in a university. The teacher asked a question, the students thought about it, and then wrote a paper. When they met next time, in addition to checking the homework, there were new questions waiting for him, one question after another, as if never before. endless.

And Schiller also complained in his heart, this Jonathan is really capable. After Schiller stole most of the fear gas, not only did he not slow down his research speed, but it also made him kidnap the experimental objects even more crazily, which made Schiller midnight Can't sleep and have to clean up this mess.