Chapter 150 Party and Umbrella (I)

Victor stood in front of the window of Cobblepot's old house, pulled the window hard, then looked up and found that there was a lock on the window of this dilapidated old house. Schiller took out a pistol and handed it to Victor. Victor looked at him and said, "You actually brought a gun?"

Schiller also looked at him and said, "Why are you surprised that I brought a gun? This is Gotham."

Victor was also surprised and said, "But why did you give me the gun if you brought it? Can't you shoot?"

"My shooting is not accurate, so you have to do it."

Victor took the gun and muttered, "Obviously we are both outsiders, why do you act like you were born and raised here?"

He raised the gun, aimed at the old lock, and shot it over. Sparks flew from the lock and it was knocked off. Victor pushed open the window and flipped in, and Schiller followed him.

After entering, Victor pointed to the ground and said, "Master of Detective, it's time for you to show your skills."

Schiller shook his head and said, "Isn't it obvious? Mrs. Cobert has been kidnapped."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes fell on a corner of the living room. There was a very old shoe cabinet next to the door. There was a pair of rain boots on it, and several other pairs of ordinary leather shoes. However, there was an umbrella next to the shoe cabinet.

Schiller walked to the umbrella, picked up the handle of the umbrella and looked at it, then gradually narrowed his eyes. Victor also walked over. He looked at the umbrella and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? What's wrong with this umbrella?"

Schiller pursed his lips. He didn't answer, but turned the umbrella upside down and looked at the tip of the umbrella. There was a small circle on the tip of the umbrella. The pattern was very inconspicuous, a bit like someone's signature. Schiller held the tip of the umbrella and knocked it on the ground with the handle of the umbrella.

Victor looked around and said, "What are you doing?"

"No...nothing." Schiller picked up the umbrella and returned to the center of the living room. He first walked to the sofa and said, "It looks like Mrs. Cobblepot was dragged away from here."

Then he came to the left side of the coffee table. The coffee table of the Cobblepot family was made of glass and looked very delicate, which could reflect that their family had some wealth.

There was a set of tea sets on the glass coffee table. Schiller picked it up and smelled it. Victor also came over. He put his hands on his hips and leaned over to look at the tea set. He said, "Although I don't have much detective experience, I can guess that someone should have put drugs in it?"

"If it's as expected, it should be." Schiller found a stack of newspapers from the side, wrapped the teacup, handed it to Victor, asked him to take it back for testing, and then he squatted down and looked under the sofa.

The wooden leg on the left side of the sofa left a scratch of about 20 cm on the ground. Obviously, the sofa had been dragged.

He squatted on the ground again and looked at the living room. There were scattered items on the floor of the living room. It looked like the cabinet was hit and the things on it fell down.

The table next to it was also knocked aside. A chair fell to the ground with one leg broken. It looked like someone had fought here.

Schiller sighed and said, "I don't think we need to watch it anymore. Let's go back first. No matter who kidnapped Mrs. Cobblepot, the police must find him."

On the other side, Batman, who went to investigate the foreign gangsters in the living hell, also gained something. A gangster in a suit collapsed on the ground. He looked at Batman in front of him with fear, and then said in a trembling voice: "Don't kill me, don't... I will tell you everything I know!"

"About... about a few weeks ago, ah, no! More than a week to two weeks! One of the seven leaders here died. We all call him Black Hand Kevin. He is also the leader of the North District and the one with the largest territory..."

"Is this Black Hand Kevin related to Fish?"

The man hesitated and said, "Yes, in fact, Kevin is a negotiator. Before coming to the living hell, his gang lost a lot of people in a firefight. He didn't want to lose more people, so he was willing to sit down and talk with the boss of the Mooney gang..."

"But before they negotiated, he died."

"How did he die?" Batman asked.

"This... I don't know. I just heard that he died outside the living hell. You may have to ask the police for the details..."

Then Batman asked again: "What happened to the man named Kevin after he died?"

"What happened?" The little leader was stunned by his question and answered instinctively: "What else can it be? He died and someone else took his place..."

Batman frowned and asked: "Who took his place?"

The little leader tried to think about it and said: "I can't remember his name. Anyway, that guy seems to be very smart. It seems that he used to be a little leader in charge of tap water. I heard that he said he could make money with everyone, so he took over Kevin's position..."

Batman frowned even more, and then he asked a few more questions, but the little leader was not a member of the Black Hand Johnny gang, and he didn't know the specific details. When he found that he couldn't ask anything, Batman knocked him out.

Speaking of the tap water system, Batman thought of Fish's crazy behavior before.

Fish somehow found the core system of the living hell water purifier, but because Batman patrolled here frequently, Fish just had this idea and asked someone to investigate there secretly, but was discovered by Batman. Batman knocked the investigator unconscious, and then installed a security system for the water purifier to stop her.

At that time, Batman didn't think about it, but now thinking about it, this is actually not a strategy that an uneducated gangster boss can come up with. Most of the residents of the living hell don't even know the existence of the purifier.

Even if she could think of it, how did Fish put it into practice? How did she know where the core location of the water purifier was?

Batman had seen Fish's file at Gordon's place before, and he had also monitored Fish for a while. He was very sure that this woman was semi-illiterate, the kind of person who would misspell long words. He didn't think such a person had the ability to follow those complicated pipes and find the core position of the most important purification equipment.

In fact, there were not many people in the whole living hell who had this ability. Batman speculated that there must be someone who had been giving Fish advice.

Kevin's death, Fish's plan to destroy the water purifier, the small leader who took over after Kevin's death...

Several things quickly connected in Batman's mind.

The most critical coincidence was that Fish came up with a plan to destroy the water purifier that could not have been her own idea, and the small leader who took over after Kevin's death happened to be the person in charge of the tap water management system in the North District. This did not seem to be a simple coincidence. After all, there were really too few people in the whole living hell who knew about the water source system, and the possibility of these two identities overlapping was very high.

In Batman's reasoning, this little boss was either Fish's man, or betrayed his boss and joined Fish.

He helped Fish to come up with ideas, and Fish helped him to kill his boss, so that he could have a chance to rise to the top. Maybe he would cooperate with the little boss to use his knowledge to attack other gang bosses.

Were they partners in the past? Was Fish's death related to this person? Batman fell into thinking again, but he always felt that there seemed to be other hidden secrets in these things, which were far from being so simple.

On the fourth floor of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Gordon and Victor stood outside the ward. Gordon said with some pity: "This kid is really unlucky. He experienced a murder case and suddenly developed a difficult mental illness. As a result, his relatives were kidnapped. Even in Gotham, there are not many people who are so unlucky."

Victor also sighed and said: "In fact, he is a very smart kid and learns things quickly, but I found that this is the case in Gotham..." He shrugged and said: "A talented person will always encounter all kinds of troubles and then go astray."

"I think Professor Rodriguez can cure him. As he often says, he is not a quack."

Victor cast his eyes into the window on the door, and following his sight, Schiller walked around from one side of the bed to the other, while Cobblepot was lying on the bed. He was not struggling, and he looked numb, staring at the ceiling with his eyes blankly.

"How did you sleep last night? Mr. Cobblepot, do you still feel that your muscles are out of control?" Schiller stood by the bed in a white coat, holding a medical record book, and asked while writing.

Cobblepot did not answer at all, like a stiff and pale puppet, lying on the bed in a weird posture, without any response to the outside sound.

"It seems that you are not well." Schiller stood still and said: "Most patients will have some slow reactions after taking an overdose of tranquilizers, but I don't think you are one of them. You should be very clear-headed now, and the onset period has passed."

"Why don't you want to answer me? Is it because some of your plans are not going well?"

Cobblepot suddenly turned his head and stared at Schiller with his eyes deeply embedded in his eye sockets. The look was a little scary, numb and cold, but Schiller was unmoved.

"Unfortunately, I can't use some magical hypnosis to make you tell me everything like in the movies. Whether it's psychological or psychiatric treatment, if the patient himself is unwilling to cooperate, then hypnosis will not have any effect."

"Similarly, if you don't cooperate with the treatment, then no matter how many drugs you use, it will be useless. I am a doctor, not God. If you refuse to answer all the questions, God can't cure you."

Cobert's head moved again, and a hoarse voice like sawing wood came out from his throat. He said: "Cure... Can it be cured?"

Schiller put down the medical record, looked at him strangely, and said: "If it can't be cured, you should be in the crematorium now."

Cobert's mouth gradually opened, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. Schiller seemed to remember something and said, "Oh, I forgot, you are not even a college student."

He covered his forehead and said helplessly, "I know that many people with insufficient education call mental illness madness and call it a terminal illness that can never be cured, but it is not the case."

"Many people don't understand mental illness, so they are terrified when talking about it, especially this kind of hereditary mental disorder, which will be extremely excited and aggressive when it occurs, and is often regarded as a terrible madness."

"But in fact, this is just a symptom of schizophrenia According to the previous diagnosis, you should be a catatonic schizophrenia, which often occurs intermittently. When it occurs, there are symptoms of stupor, and sometimes you turn into a sudden state of excitement, and your behavior becomes violent, but after about a few hours, it can be relieved by itself..."

Schiller patiently explained to Cobert: "This type of schizophrenia belongs to the type with a better prognosis. It can not only be relieved by itself, but the treatment effect is also very good. The difficulty is generally in the relief of the excited behavior, but you can also see that the use of tranquilizers has a good effect..."

Cobert kept staring at Schiller with his eyes, and Schiller's expression did not change. He was telling the truth.

In fact, this is not a difficult and complicated disease. Even in the category of schizophrenia, it is relatively common, so his tone has been very gentle, but this seems to give Cobert some vitality. He adjusted his tilted neck back, tried to adjust his position on the bed, and then asked: "...It can be cured...right?"

Schiller nodded and said: "Although it may not be guaranteed to be cured, there is no problem with normal life most of the time. "