Chapter 1139 Professor (II)

In the corridor of the hospital, Gordon reached out and patted Schiller on the shoulder. Schiller was startled by him. Gordon looked at him with some doubt and said, "Why are you sneaking around? Don't you have an alibi? Wait, you weren't there, right?"

Watching Gordon's doubtful eyes gradually turn into suspicion, Schiller standing by the door sighed and said, "Of course I wasn't there. Pamela can testify for me, but more importantly, actually, I..."

"In fact, this professor would not make such a poor crime scene." A voice came from the door, and Schiller was startled again. He turned around and saw Bruce's face.

"Professor, I hope you are not sad because I transferred to the Department of Physics. I haven't been to class for just a week." Bruce hugged his arms and looked at Schiller and said.

"You are right about one thing." Schiller was not to be outdone: "I did not go to class because you transferred to the Department of Physics, but not because I was sad, but because I finally got rid of the nightmare of reading your paper, and I need to celebrate!"

After saying that, he walked into the room without even looking at Bruce. Gordon walked up, bumped Bruce's shoulder and said, "To be honest, you should have said hello to him before you changed your major. Not everyone can accept that their favorite student transferred to another major."

"Favorite student?" Bruce turned his eyes to Gordon and said, "Even Aisha is more proud than me."

After saying that, he also walked into the room. Gordon stood there with his hands on his waist. Feeling the subtle atmosphere between the two, he shook his head in confusion.

At the beginning, Schiller and Bruce had a good relationship. It can be said that they were both teachers and friends.

But later, the two became a relationship of mutual torture. In addition to the teacher-student conflict, the two added a doctor-patient conflict.

But now, for some reason, the two seemed to be really tired of each other. That kind of boredom from the heart was not acted out.

Gordon had actually seen this kind of emotion. His parents were a very typical couple who got married in a moment of passion when they were young and then began to torture each other.

If Gordon had to describe it, Schiller and Batman now were like a middle-aged couple who had fought countless quarrels when they were still young, exhausted all their energy, and tortured each other to exhaustion and haggardness.

They reconciled with each other not because they really cared and understood each other, but because the endless contradictions had exhausted all the energy of both parties. There was only one word that could accurately describe this state, that is - "make do with it".

Retracting his thoughts that had drifted away, Gordon also stepped into the room.

The crime scene was actually very simple. A doctor leaned on the windowsill, his chest was covered with blood, his white coat was dyed red, and the blood flowed down his arm to his fingertips and then to the ground.

The police officer brought the head nurse in. The head nurse spoke clearly and quickly: "Dr. Richard is a native of Gotham, but he graduated from the Metropolitan University School of Medicine and has been in the industry for 11 years. He is an experienced internist."

"Bed No. 2 in this ward is his patient. The disease he suffers from is cholecystitis. He is recovering quite well and can be discharged in two days. Today will be the last time Dr. Richard will come here for rounds."

"After Dr. Richard came to the hospital today, he did not show any abnormalities. The nurses in our department said that he was normal."

"Richard is not married and has no children. His last girlfriend broke up half a year ago. He has no recent love history, no medical history, and no doctor-patient conflicts. His professional level is excellent. There have been no medical accidents in his medical career."

"Dr. Richard is relatively introverted. He never quarrels with others, has very good living habits, and always puts everything back in place after use. "

"He has always been alone, without any complicated interpersonal relationships. The last person who saw him was a new intern nurse who had recently arrived, and she did not find anything unusual."

"Today, when he came to check on the ward, another patient in this room had just been discharged, and his patient went to the bathroom. It was this patient who found Dr. Richard's body."

"This patient, who is also a member of the gang, did not panic, but called me over immediately. Neither of us entered the ward again. You were the first person to enter the ward after the body was found."

Inspector Gordon was stunned for a moment. This was the first time in his career that he had dealt with a murder case in a hospital. He did not expect that the head nurse would explain everything clearly without him asking.

The head nurse nodded and smiled at Gordon, saying, "My husband is also a policeman."

Gordon thought for a moment and said, "I'm not questioning your words, but please think about it carefully. Does Dr. Richard really have no enemies?"

"In the hospital, there are indeed none." The head nurse relaxed her tone after she finished speaking, and then said, "But he is a native of Gotham after all. I don't know about his interpersonal relationships in the gang."

Gordon nodded, noted this, and then said, "Has the last intern nurse who saw him come? I want to ask this lady some questions."

"She is not a nurse in our department. She was giving an injection downstairs. I will go and call her over now." The head nurse nodded gently and turned away.

After a while, Selina appeared at the door. She leaned against the door frame and smiled awkwardly, saying, "Yes, it was me, but I swear, I didn't do it."

Bruce was a little helpless. Selina patted her arm and said, "Gordon pulled me here. These policemen are crazy enough to pull a thief to help... Well, the market is not very good recently. The market I often go to has closed its stalls and I can only rest for a while."

Gordon rolled his eyes. He knew that Selina was referring to her career as a thief.

The proliferation of broccoli has caused many market venues in the slums to be unusable and need to be rebuilt. Catwoman has no place to sell stolen goods, so she must come out to find something to do, otherwise she will have no money to eat.

Gordon was best at using this soft method to restrict this group of not-so-bad criminals, so he introduced her to a job as a nurse. It must be said that Selina was the best among this group of trainee nurses in terms of her dexterity in picking locks.

"You know, I am the leader of this group of little hooves now. They are clumsy and either the needle is wrong or the blood is flowing back. If there is anything, they will call me. I have to run up and down the stairs, so it is normal to meet the doctor on the ward rounds, right?"

Selina lifted her hair and said proudly. She also looked at Bruce and emphasized: "You always say that I should find something to do. Now I am saving people like you, a great hero!"

Bruce first looked at Selina, then at the body on the ground. He thought about it and felt that Selina was not lying.

Catwoman's fighting style determines that she will not stab people in the chest with a knife, because she does not have enough strength. If the knife is not in the right position, it may get stuck in the ribs and cannot be pulled out. Selina is a veteran and will not make such a mistake.

The scars on the chest of the corpse are not complicated. The wounds are not deep. It should be a penetrating wound caused by a shorter sharp weapon. But what is a bit strange is that the cause of death of the deceased is a ruptured heart, not drowning caused by a pierced lung, nor suffocation caused by damaged trachea.

The fact is that a shorter dagger is not suitable for stabbing the heart. The organs in the human chest are protected by ribs. If the knife is stabbed off when the opponent struggles, it is easy to get stuck in the ribs. The handle of the short dagger is not long enough and it is difficult to exert force. If it gets stuck, it can't be pulled out.

If it cannot be pulled out, it will cause blood loss, which may cause the opponent to lose the ability to move immediately, and may also lead to counter-killing. Any experienced veteran will not do this.

It is actually very strange that the murderer's first target is the heart.

Even if ordinary citizens of Gotham have never killed anyone, they must have seen the scene of a murder, or learned the most basic common sense from their relatives and friends.

Only those who go to school step by step will think that as long as they can destroy the heart, they can kill a person because they hear the teacher say that the heart is the most important organ of the human body. But in fact, in terms of cost-effectiveness and efficiency, this is not a good choice at all.

Bruce first went to see Schiller. He thought Schiller would look bored, because he knew that in Schiller's view, such a boring crime scene was not worth paying attention to.

He didn't expect Schiller to investigate this case at all, just because the crime scene was in the hospital, and Bruce didn't know much about the terrain and rules of the hospital, so he hoped that Schiller, who had worked in the hospital, could provide some professional answers.

But unexpectedly, Schiller looked at the body very intently. Then, he showed an interested expression and said, "Did you notice that the deceased was attacked from the front, but there was no sign of struggle."

Gordon thought for a while and said, "If the dead were attacked from the front with a weapon, it would be almost impossible not to resist. The dead should have stretched out his arms to block the attack. However, there are no signs of struggle in the environment, and there are no wounds on his arms. This is indeed not normal."

Schiller glanced at the smooth floor tiles in front of the dead, and then at the upper and lower edges of the windowsill, and said, "The body has been moved."

Bruce suddenly raised his eyes and keenly focused his eyes on the window of the hospital. He quickly He walked over and looked up at the window handle. Gordon moved the bedside table. Bruce stepped on it, took out a lens, looked at the marks on the window handle and said, "It seems that this is correct."

Schiller snapped his fingers and said, "I'll go downstairs."

After that, he left. Bruce did not stop him from leaving the crime scene as he did in the past, but fell into deep thought.

Gordon still hadn't followed their thoughts, but soon, Bruce looked at the body and said, "Let's move the body away first and restore the crime process."

Hearing him say this, Gordon knew that he had already reasoned almost to the point, so the two moved the body away and Bruce stood in front of the window of the ward.

This ward was not too big, with only one window and no balcony outside the window. But when Bruce pushed the window open with both hands, he looked down and saw that there was indeed a sunshade underneath.

Almost at the same time as him, Schiller pushed open the window downstairs. His voice came from downstairs: "There are machines for inspection here, so we need sunshade... Close the window first."

Bruce closed the window and Gordon stood by the window. Suddenly, a "dong dong dong" sounded, and Gordon was immediately startled because the sound did not come from the door, but from the window.

Gordon instinctively turned his head, but did not see anyone outside the window. At this time, Bruce took a few steps back and stood in the middle of the room, with his back to the window, checking the bed.

After hearing the "dong dong dong" sound, Bruce turned his head and looked at the window in confusion. Gordon understood that he and Schiller were reconstructing the process of the original inspector's murder.

When Bruce turned his head back, the "dong dong dong" sounded again, so Bruce turned around and strode to the window.

When Bruce stretched out his hand to push the window open, Gordon's heart was in his throat. He thought he was about to face the murder scene, but he didn't expect that there was nothing after the window was opened.

From Gordon's perspective, he couldn't see any figure.

When Gordon thought Schiller was not in place yet, Bruce pressed his body against the window frame, grabbed the windowsill with both hands, leaned his upper body forward, and looked down.

The next second, a pen also touched his chest. Bruce immediately covered his chest and fell forward.

Just when his chest was about to touch the windowsill, Schiller, who was squatting below, stood up, first supported Bruce's shoulders, and pushed him to stop him from falling forward.

When the two faced each other, Schiller's right hand reached Bruce's left armpit, and the other hand pushed his right back, hugged him, and then turned him over.

The moment Schiller let go, Bruce fell to the position of the corpse.