Chapter 248 Campfire on a Snowy Night (Part 2)

When they entered the old house of Cobblepot, Victor and Schiller were both surprised. It looked like it had just been bombed.

Victor looked down at the pool of blood in the hall and shouted, "Oswald!! Are you there? Oswald Cobblepot! ... Cobblepot!"

Schiller held his shoulder and pointed at the bloodstain and said, "In the bathroom."

Victor walked across the hall and rushed into the bathroom. He saw the pale Cobblepot lying in the corner, covered in blood.

He walked in quickly and shook Cobblepot. Victor looked down and saw. Cobblepot had a deep scar on his left shoulder and upper arm that could see the bone, and other parts of his body were also covered with wounds. He was holding a mobile phone in his right hand, which was obviously the one that had just called Victor.

"What's going on? Where's your mother? Where's old Mrs. Copperbot?"

When he heard the word "mother", Copperbot's head moved, and a sound like a disc jamming came out of his throat: "Second floor... Second floor bedroom..."

"You watch him here, I'll go up and take a look."

As he said, Schiller walked from the bathroom door to the second floor, passed through a somewhat narrow corridor, and then walked up the creaking stairs. There was a stronger smell of blood on the second floor.

Schiller came to the bedroom on the second floor. The thin old Mrs. Copperbot was lying on the bed in the bedroom, with one hand on the sheets. A lot of blood had dyed more than half of the sheets red. After Schiller walked over, he found that she should have cut her wrist about an hour ago.

However, at this time, the wound was no longer bleeding. Schiller approached Mrs. Copperbot's arm and took a look. The wound on it was very deep, but the position of the cut was wrong. The blood had coagulated. He pressed Mrs. Copperbot's chest again and found that her heartbeat and breathing were still strong.

Obviously, Cobblepot's mother wanted to commit suicide by cutting her wrists. Her attitude was very firm, but she failed due to lack of common sense. Schiller took out a tube of injection and pushed it into Mrs. Cobblepot. Seeing that the healing effect began to take effect, Schiller stood up and walked downstairs again.

Victor also had the healing injection given to him by Schiller. When Schiller walked into the bathroom, Victor had just put away the needle tube, and soon, Cobblepot regained consciousness.

Victor squatted beside him, sighed and said, "What is going on? Why didn't you call me earlier?"

Cobblepot's eyes looked at the ceiling with some lifeless eyes. Schiller stood aside, and the shadow cast by the light fell on Cobblepot's body. He turned his eyes and looked at Schiller. Schiller said to him, "Your mother is fine."

Cobblepot closed his eyes and turned his head to the side. His face showed a desperate and tired expression that should not be shown on a child of this age. Victor sighed. He didn't care about the blood on Cobblepot's body. He helped him up from the ground and then helped him to the sofa in the living room.

Although Victor was only a scholar, obviously, Cobblepot was even thinner. Victor carried him to the sofa without much effort. Victor looked at Cobblepot's embarrassed state, stood beside the sofa and said to Schiller: "You watch him, I'll find him a coat."

Schiller sat down on the other side of the sofa and adjusted his sleeves. Cobblepot's expression had been a little dull, even the gloomy look on weekdays was gone.

When Victor came down with a coat and put it on Cobblepot, Schiller took out his mobile phone and called Gordon. Soon, Gordon came in in a uniform, with damp water and cold wind on his body. When he saw the situation in the old house, he covered his forehead and said: "Professor Schiller, what are you going to do? What did you do again? ... The younger Cobblepot's wounds were almost healed and did not need treatment.

So they returned to Cobblepot's old house. After all this trouble, several people were covered in rain. At this time, it was already past 3 a.m., and the night sky of Gotham was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you, but the rain was getting heavier.

"It's a bit cold, have a cup of hot tea."

Two minutes later, Victor stood in the messy kitchen and finally took out a kettle from a cabinet. Facing the stove that was already full of miscellaneous items, he was a little at a loss.

Suddenly, he heard some movement behind him. Victor turned his head and saw Cobert walking past the sundries piled at the kitchen door and walked in and said, "Let me boil some water."

Cobert lowered his head, and Victor could not see his expression. He handed the kettle in his hand to Cobert and said, "Go ahead."

Schiller did not sit on the sofa again, but squatted on the ground with interest, looking at the overturned sundries. He gently wiped the dust on the ground with his fingers and said, "It seems that these things were turned out at different times."

"These bloodstains..." Schiller took a look. There were about four or five bloodstains in the hall, but they were all very small, more like accidentally dripping. The only scary large amount of blood was the pool they saw in the hall when they entered the door, which has not dried up yet.

"Has it gotten worse again?" Schiller muttered to himself. While he was inspecting the scene, the hot water was ready and Cobert came over with a tray.

It was a wooden tray with patterns carved on it, and the cup on it was also an exquisite ceramic cup, but it looked a little funny with his half-new clothes and thin figure.

Victor took the cup from him, and then picked up one and gave it to Schiller. Schiller looked into the cup, and there was only water there. After Cobert put down the tray, he rubbed the tail of his shirt with his hands in embarrassment and said, "There is no tea. I haven't gone out to buy it recently."

Victor took a sip of hot water, waved his hand, and asked Cobert to sit down. He asked with great concern: "What's going on? Didn't you say before that your mother was much better after taking the medicine?"

Cobert regained some consciousness. He touched the handle of the cup. There was a hole on it. When Cobert's fingers touched it, he pursed his lips, showed a bitter smile, and said: "...It is indeed much better."

Schiller took a sip of hot water and felt a warm current flowing through his chest. When Cobert looked at him, he was also looking at Cobert. The eyes with calm power made Cobert relax a lot.

"After I was discharged from the hospital, I returned to work in the living hell. Most places in Gotham were frozen, and the underground of the living hell was no exception."

"This damaged the tap water system here. In order to use water normally, I had to lead the original gang members to repair the tap water system."

"I did a good job. Although I didn't understand some core devices, the water pipes and lines could still be repaired..."

"Everyone needs to drink water, and everyone counts on me. Soon, I became very famous among the gangs here and made a lot of money."

"Because the underground of the living hell is equipped with a very advanced water purification system, the tap water system here recovers faster than other places. Therefore, we can sell water to residents in other surrounding areas earlier..."

Cobert's tone was very calm when he said this, but Victor looked at Cobert with his eyes wide open and said, "I didn't know you had the ability to mix with gangs and do business."

"Of course he has it, otherwise he wouldn't survive." Schiller said after taking another sip of water.

"I work with the gangsters and make them money. They all believe in me. I am living a better and better life, so..."

Cobolt looked up at Schiller and Schiller said, "Are you doubting me? But I want to tell you that the medicine I prescribed for your mother is symptomatic."

Cobolt shook his head and said, "No, I am not doubting that there is something wrong with the medicine. In fact, those medicines are very effective, especially when my mother is in a state of excitement."

"She took those medicines for a while and began to become more and more sober. One night, we sat by the bed and talked about the past. She could remember fragments of my childhood. We haven't talked like that for a long time."

"Then what's going on? Victor asked puzzledly: "Since the condition has improved, why would she still..."

Cobolt's body began to tremble, his eyes began to redden, and his voice became a little trembling: "It's because she is sober, it's because..."

He swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and said, "Before the drug treatment, she was a little crazy. ”

“When she started to go crazy, I couldn’t deal with her at all. I could only wait for her to get tired and drink water. But when the symptoms became more and more serious, she started to attack me…”

Victor raised his head and looked at the dried blood in the room. Cobert clenched his hands together, fingers tightly intertwined, and said: “At first, she just hit me with something, and my ear was scratched and bled a little…”

“Then, she started to slash with a knife. I was afraid that she would hurt herself, so I had to find a way to grab the knife…”

“She slashed my arms and legs, but fortunately the wounds were not deep. I bandaged myself and hid the blood-stained clothes. "

"But..." Cobert's voice trembled more and more, and Victor heard a hint of crying from it.

"After the drug treatment began, I cleaned up the bloodstains at home as much as possible, but I was very busy at that time. There were too many things waiting for me, and too many people pointed at me. I had to make money to buy medicine. I didn't have time to treat the wounds. When I hurriedly cleaned up the house, some bloodstains were pressed under the messy debris, and I didn't find it. "

"After my mother woke up, one night when I was sleeping, she walked into my bedroom. One of my arms was outside the quilt, and she saw it. She asked me where those injuries came from..."

"I didn't dare tell her."

"When I came back tonight, I found that the house was in such a mess. The bloodstains on the ground were turned out by her, and the bloody clothes were also found by her. I smelled a strong smell of blood. After going upstairs, I found that...my mother committed suicide by cutting her wrists. "

Cobert's lips were trembling so much that he couldn't utter a word. Tears flowed down his eyes. Victor's hand holding the cup was also shaking. He heard Cobert continue to say: "Before you woke me up, my last memory was that I walked into the bedroom and saw a lot of blood..."

"Then why did you appear in the bathroom on the first floor?"

"He should have been ill too." Schiller said to Victor: "The wound on his shoulder was probably caused by himself."

"He saw the scene of his mother committing suicide and couldn't accept this stimulation. He staggered downstairs and cut himself with the table knife. The blood was spilled in the hall, and then he passed the sofa and ran into the bathroom..."

"But fortunately..." Schiller looked at Cobert, "You still have a little bit of reason. Let you take out your phone and call Victor."