Chapter 2338 Gotham Music Festival (70)

Chapter 2331 Gotham Music Festival (Seventy)

It rained lightly again in Gotham at night, but it was not as cold as when it rained continuously in the past. Although the rain was cooler, the water vapor leaking from the cracks in the windows had a moist and refreshing feel.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, half asleep, Schiller hung up the phone and sighed softly. Merkel brought in the hot tea and placed it in front of Schiller and said: "Is there another murder? Sir, do you need to prepare a coat?" ?”

"Ah...of course." Out of sight of Merkel, Schiller rolled his eyes slightly, and then immediately stopped the lively expression on his face and became serious and deep.

He coughed slightly and said, "Prepare a suit. Just the ones I wore before will do."

Merkel was a little surprised. He said: "You won't let me get close to your wardrobe. Have you forgotten? Oh, I understand. In fact, you are someone else..."

"I'm not. I have something to do. I'm going to prepare clothes."

Merkel turned around and left without asking any more questions. Schiller sighed and took out his cell phone to fiddle with it. In fact, Greed was checking the call records before Arrogance.

He had to go to the murder scene, but he was really unfamiliar with the people in this universe, so the best way was to pretend to be Professor Schiller, whom they were familiar with.

Greedy sighed in his heart. Pretending to be arrogant is really difficult. It would be great if he had broccoli now. As long as he died on the spot, everyone would believe it.

Merkel sent the clothes. Schiller frowned slightly, looked up at Merkel and asked, "Where's the brooch?"

"Uh, do you want to wear a brooch? Then I'll go find it." Merkel looked at Schiller a little suspiciously and said, "What style do you want?"

Schiller thought for a while and then remembered that among them, it seemed that only Illness could wear a brooch. Arrogance was a person who relatively advocated simplicity and immutability, but he found it too troublesome to buckle brooches.

But the words had already been spoken and it was too late to take them back, so Schiller made an incomprehensible expression and said: "Marlin brooch, the one with the longest thorn."

Merkel was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, without saying anything, she went downstairs to get the brooch again, while Schiller changed clothes in the bedroom. To be precise, he struggled with this terrible suit for 1 minute and 40 seconds. Put it on.

Just when Schiller was thinking about why Arrogance wore so many straps under his suit, Merkel came up and held a tray of brooches. In addition to marlin, there were many long strips. And a brooch in the shape of a spike.

Schiller actually had his eye on a boat-shaped one, with a simple and smooth shape and shiny silver color, but he knew that Arrogance would definitely not choose this one, so he finally chose the black marlin brooch.

Wearing a black suit with a black brooch, Schiller himself wanted to laugh when he stood in front of the mirror, but he knew he couldn't stand any longer, so he strode out of the room as if he was arrogant.

Merkel had no doubts, but Schiller almost forgot to take the umbrella. Fortunately, he remembered before walking past the umbrella barrel, otherwise all the previous drama would have been in vain.

Taking the umbrella, Schiller got into the driver's seat of the car that Merkel drove to the door. He subconsciously pressed the accelerator down hard, and then realized that this was Gotham Manor, not his suburban nursing home. If you step on the accelerator, you will have to hit the car 17 times before you get to the next intersection.

After starting slowly and leisurely, and turning the intersection at the slowest speed in his life, Schiller felt that the aerodynamic force he sighed in his heart was greater than this car. What is the need for such an old Bentley to exist?

Then came a long traffic jam.

Of course, Schiller is not unaccustomed to traffic jams. After all, traffic jams started when he lived in a big city in his previous life. When he came here, there was no place in Gotham or New York without traffic jams. He had been stuck in traffic jams for two lifetimes and had long been used to it.

By the time he drove from the West District to the South District where the crime occurred, it was already close to midnight. Schiller originally thought that his trip must have been in vain. He had been stuck in traffic for almost two hours and had finished investigating all the cases.

As a result, as soon as the car turned the intersection, he found that the police car on the opposite side had just arrived. Gordon, who had also been stuck in the road for two hours, got out of the car and cursed.

Schiller tried hard to hold back his laughter and pushed open the car door. Just as he was about to put his feet out, he suddenly saw a puddle of water on the ground. Very good. This was a difficulty that arrogance could not overcome.

So he took his foot back and sent Gordon a text message in the car, "I'm here."

Sure enough, two minutes later, Gordon appeared outside the car door with two cups of hot tea. The police officer behind him spread a waterproof blanket outside the car door. Schiller walked out of the car and did not take the tea from Gordon's hand. , but pointed at the building and strode towards that direction.

Gordon looked at his back and sighed, but said nothing. Instead, he followed him. Before Schiller asked, he took the initiative and said: "It's not that I wanted to call you so late, but I know you must not have slept..."

Schiller said in his heart, I went to bed four hours ago. If it weren't for this phone call, he would have been able to sleep for at least four more hours. I really don't understand why these Gotham people want to sleep in a place where the sun doesn't often shine. The city carries on such active night activities.

"It's very strange." Gordon finally said about the case and said: "It seems that it was done by people like you."

Schiller finally couldn't help but look back at Gordon, did the policeman want to listen to what he was saying? You called me over at night to act as a detective, but you said that this case was committed by people like us. How can you find the murderer by using this elimination method?

At this time, they had already reached the hall, and Schiller's footsteps stopped instantly.

There is a naked male corpse in the center of the hall. The head and limbs have been chopped off, and the abdomen has been hollowed out. The head is placed in the middle, and the limbs are also among them, like four petals stretching out in four directions. It turned into a strangely shaped sculpture.

The sculpture is supported by a brass disc, underneath which is a common exhibition stand.

Schiller then remembered that what they walked into was not an ordinary civilian building. He turned to look at Gordon, who nodded and said, "Gotham Museum of History, Mrs. Feynman, who is in charge of hall management, is planning to lock the door after get off work. I discovered this.”

Schiller pretended to know something, but in fact he didn't know anything. He didn't know the history of the Gotham Museum of History, nor who Mrs. Feynman was, nor even what time the door was locked here, and Who is this unfortunate guy?

But Gordon acted like you must know everything, and his eyes seemed to hope that Schiller would stand here and explain the cause and effect directly in about two minutes.

It's not like greed has never appeared before, but that was all a long time ago.

What happened over the years? Bruce becomes like the Joker, and Arrogance becomes like Batman.

What unrealistic expectations do these people have for him? How does he know who the murderer is? And why does he need to know who the murderer is? Anyway, this group of ordinary police here will definitely not be able to catch the person who can do this, so why waste their time?

Schiller took out his cell phone, dialed the number and said, "Come here."

With a clatter, the phone fell to the ground.

Amanda rushed out of the bathroom after hearing the sound. The blood under Bruce's fingernails hadn't been completely washed away yet, but he raised his head and stared at Amanda and said, "He knows."

Amanda opened her mouth in shock, and then a trace of panic appeared on her face. She looked at the mess on the ground and said, "What should we do?"

Bruce took a deep breath. He was obviously nervous too, but not about the same thing as Amanda. He also looked around, mainly at the pile of internal organs wrapped in plastic sheeting in the center of the small bathroom.

"There's no time to find the crusher. Just crush it and rush down." Bruce said, holding up two red hands.

"What about the tools?"

"Put it back in the utility room. No one will notice." Bruce walked to the window and glanced down. A row of police cars was heading towards the end of the block, where the crime scene was.

"Schiller shouldn't have come so soon!" Amanda screamed.

"I don't know what's going on." Bruce said: "My calculations are accurate. It should be an hour from the time we do it to the time the body is found. The police should arrive three hours later, and Schiller will Come back an hour later, and he is more accustomed to letting ordinary policemen collect obvious clues, so that he can directly verify the ideas in his mind through these things."

"Could it be that Gordon was urging us too much?" Amanda frowned tightly and said, "I just said don't make such a big scene. Gordon must have been mad, so he urged Schiller to come over quickly. "

Bruce walked over and bent down to collect the plastic sheet and said, "He can't push Schiller. I'm wondering if the professor knew we were going to take action early on?"

"How is that possible? How could he predict the future?"

"He knows me very well." Bruce held the four corners of the plastic sheet in his hands, squatted on the ground and looked at the ground and said, "He knows that one day I will realize that my doctoral application was not approved. What."

Amanda was stunned for a moment, then her expression turned desperate. She looked at Bruce with an expression that said, "Don't you think so?"

Then she began to break down and yelled at Bruce: "Don't tell me that the last material you submitted for your Ph.D. application was the work of a serial killer! Do you remember who you are?"

"The two of us did this together."

Amanda's words were suppressed. She took a deep breath and said, "But it was you who suggested..."

"He died in your hands, I'm sure, and everything I did after that was just playing with the corpse, which is against morality, but not illegal."

Amanda realized that she had been manipulated again. She wanted to rush forward and give Bruce a slap, but she also knew that now was not the time to dwell on it.

She took a look at the blood stains on her hands, arms and body, and cursed as she walked to the bathroom: "It will be bad for anyone to get it on you two, master and apprentice, you two damn lunatics! Psychopaths! Serial killers !”

"You'd better calm down." Bruce said while cleaning up: "He called me to come over. Only you can handle these last things. You know that with him here, if you make any mistakes, we will do everything for you." It’s over.”

Amanda's angry screams came from the bathroom.

Bruce began to draft in his mind. He knew that the war had just started, and every word he said next would be related to whether he could get a doctorate.

Schiller put down the phone, looked at Gordon and said, "Bruce will be here soon."

"Does this have anything to do with him?"

"Of course, it has a big relationship."

Schiller added silently in his mind, if the almighty Batman doesn't come and you don't pay, should I be left to figure out who the murderer is?