Chapter 151 Party and Umbrella (Part 2)

At this time, it was almost dusk. In the narrow corridor of the living hell, only a ray of light could pass through the long and narrow windows, like a pen dipped in golden paint, drawing a mark on the corridor.

The light pierced sharply into the dark building, and golden lines passed through Batman's body one by one. He walked through the corridor of the living hell until he came to the crime scene at that time.

In fact, when he found the crime scene, his first reaction was certainly not to call the police. Regardless of whether Gordon was a good policeman, Batman did not believe in the police from the bottom of his heart.

The reason why he did this was that there was not only Fish, a dead person, but also Oswald Cobblepot, a living person. Batman was not illiterate. He saw Cobblepot talking in a coma and twitching his limbs, so he guessed that he might have a mental illness.

In order to save people, Batman found Gordon and asked Gordon to find Schiller, a psychology expert. Schiller was the only professional counterpart in the whole Gotham.

But now it seems that he rescued the wrong person. Batman thought that this Cobblepot was not an innocent person who strayed into the crime scene, but was very likely the mastermind behind Fish.

Batman easily investigated Cobblepot's resume and found out that he was the small leader who took over after Kevin's death. This was not difficult to find out. In the whole living hell, the number of people who could read the water meter could be counted on one hand. Cobblepot performed well in vocational school, and he was certainly one of them. He happened to appear at the scene of Fish's death. Living hell is so big, it can't be an accidental encounter, right?

When he walked into the crime scene again, Batman looked around more carefully.

This is a small room in the north area of ​​living hell. Like all the rooms here, it is narrow and has a strange structure. The only window faces west. At this time, the sun, which is about to set, appears outside the window frame.

This small room with a window is the living room of the whole room. There is no particular entrance for such a small apartment. Once the door is pushed, you will come to this living room.

On the left side of the living room was a sofa against the wall, which was stained with blood. Batman didn't care that the crime scene had been moved. His outstanding memory allowed him to remember every detail of the time. In his vision, Fish's body returned to the sofa.

Her body fell on the sofa, leaning towards the door, with her head resting on the backrest of the sofa. She was shot in the temple on the left side of her head. Blood splattered on the right side of the sofa, and some of it dripped on the ground on the right side. The whole person tilted to the right, obviously being shot and killed while sitting on the sofa.

Batman turned his head and looked to his right. Cobblepot's figure also appeared in the room, but he fell under the window sill, his teeth kept trembling, and his limbs were twitching.

Batman walked a little further inside and stood in the center of the room. Then, within his field of vision, time in the room began to flow backwards. The bloodstains on the floor and the sofa floated up and returned to Fish's head. A bullet flew out of Fish's head in a reverse rotation. Fish sat up straight and returned to the state of being alive. The bullet stopped next to her left temple.

Cobblepot also stood up like a puppet, hunched over in front of the window, facing Fish.

Batman crossed the coffee table, came to Fish's side, and then leaned close to the left side of her cheek, staring at the bullet.

When observing Fish's body in the morgue, Batman found that the bullet was shot into Fish's temple very accurately. Judging from the wound, the bullet shot into the temple at a vertical angle.

In an instant, Fish's figure disappeared, Batman sat on the sofa, and the bullet that killed Fish stopped next to Batman's head.

Time began to flow, the bullet rotated and shot into Batman's temple, and blood splashed out, spreading on the sofa and the floor.

Another Batman stood up from the sofa, half-knelt down to observe the bloodstains, and he found that this was indeed the first scene of Fish's death. Her body had not been moved, and the shape and range of the bloodstains were reasonable.

After confirming that this was the scene of death, Batman turned around, and time went back to one second before Fish was hit, and Fish appeared on the sofa again.

Batman walked behind her, and from his perspective, Cobblepot in front of the window disappeared.

Suddenly, Batman turned his head to the left and saw Cobblepot standing on the left side of Fish, that is, in front of the door leading to the bedroom in the living room, holding a pistol with a ferocious face, aiming at Fish.

In an instant, Batman appeared at Cobblepot's position, holding the pistol that floated in the air because of Cobblepot's disappearance, and he said to himself: "No."

Because at this time, Fish turned his head and seemed very surprised and angry.

"With only two people in the house, Cobblepot's actions could not be hidden from Fish's eyes. Once he raised the gun, Fish would definitely look at him."

Batman pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out, hitting Fish's forehead instead of his left temple.

He let go of his hand, and then returned to the middle of the living room. Cobblepot appeared again, and as time went back, the bullet returned to Cobblepot's gun.

Then, Cobblepot's figure retreated a few steps like a movie played in reverse, retreated to the bedroom, and the bedroom door closed with a "bang".

Batman walked over and reopened the door, and then he found that the door opened into the bedroom, and the door hinge was on the left.

Batman walked in and stood in Cobblepot's position. He pulled the door handle with his left hand, and the moment he opened the door, he raised his right hand and shot. Fish was unaware and did not turn his head. In an instant, the bullet shot into Fish's temple.

But Batman shook his head again.

The reason why this inference can succeed is that the person who shot was him, Batman.

The door opened inwards. If you want to open it, you must hold the door handle and pull it inward. If you want to open the door and shoot instantly, you must not hold the gun with both hands.

If the person who shot was Batman, then he might be able to open the door instantly, and then hold the gun with one hand, and accurately shoot the bullet into Fish's temple, but this is because he is Batman.

If the person who fired the gun was not Batman, it would be very difficult to hold the gun with one hand and ignore the recoil, and complete the series of actions of aiming, shooting, and hitting accurately in an instant.

What's more, the door hinge is on the left side, and it will be opened from the right first, so the fastest action is to pull the door handle with the left hand and shoot with the right hand at the moment the door opens, but Batman has checked that Cobblepot's right arm is broken, and it is not a new injury.

It is difficult for such a thin person who has not undergone any professional training and has a broken dominant hand to complete the actions of opening the door, shooting, aiming, and shooting within two seconds.

Even if he can complete it, it is impossible not to attract Fish's attention, at least it is impossible to make Fish completely unable to turn his head.

One Batman was aiming at Cobblepot's position, another Batman was sitting on the sofa, another Batman was standing in the middle of the room, the fourth Batman was standing on the windowsill, the fifth was standing in the bedroom looking up and down, the sixth was standing at the door staring at everything...

Countless Batman figures filled this small crime scene, sometimes they were still, sometimes they were moving in different timelines.

The bullet flew out of the gun, bringing ripples in the air, and soon retreated back into the barrel. The light in the room changed from bright to dark, and then from dark to bright. The fire from the muzzle flashed again and again, and the dark figure left countless afterimages in the room. In this quiet dusk, the lone Batman had a lively party with himself.

Not long after, almost all traces of activity in this small room were investigated by Batman. He tried all possibilities and then ruled out most of the methods of committing the crime, such as Cobblepot sneaking in various ways and from various angles, or Fish being knocked unconscious by drugs, tied up and restricted from moving, etc.

From various traces, it can be confirmed that Fish walked into the room in good health and sat on the sofa. Cobblepot followed her in and it was impossible to sneak attack without attracting her attention.

But this does not mean that Cobblepot is not the murderer.

Batman put everything back to the starting point. He stood in the middle of the living room and looked around.

The whole scene became a room model, which was placed on the table. A huge hand pinched a model of a black figure and put it into the bedroom.

Above the whole room model, Batman lowered his head and stared at the whole scene from above with concentration. With his sight, the room gradually expanded in his field of vision. Batman, standing in the middle of the living room, walked into the bedroom and looked at the black figure model.

If a third party is added to this murder, then everything becomes logical.

Time began to go back again, the bedroom door was closed, and Cobblepot stood opposite Fish, that is, in front of the window.

Fish was still sitting on the sofa, waving her arms, seeming to be very angry and scolding Cobblepot. Cobblepot held his neck and hysterically retorted, and Fish was completely enraged by him.

Fish, whose attention was attracted by Cobblepot, did not notice that the bedroom door, which was not closed tightly, was quietly opened. Then, a gunshot rang out, blood splashed, and Fish fell on the sofa.

No, this is not perfect either. Batman thought that even if Cobblepot attracted his attention, Fish's vigilance was not bad, and he might not fail to notice that the bedroom door was opened.

Batman changed his mind. He thought that if he was the murderer, he should not have made such a plan. It was not reliable to expect Fish not to notice the killer and not to resist.

You know, Fish can get to where she is today, of course, it is not given for nothing. This woman is very good at fighting, has a quick reaction, and is accurate in shooting, so she can survive from one fight after another and become a leader.

Once she resists, even a professional killer may suffer. People who know Fish will not make such a plan.

Then there is only one possibility left. Batman whispered, "Acquaintances cooperate in the case."

Batman stood at one side of the room and saw two figures in the room. They were talking to Fish. Originally, both of them stood in front of Fish and had no weapons in their hands.

Soon, Cobblepot attracted Fish's attention with a few words, and the other black shadow walked to the side of Fish under the pretext of taking something.

Cobblepot and Fish had an argument, and Fish's attention was completely attracted by Cobblepot.

In an instant, time stopped, and Batman's figure replaced the black shadow standing beside Fish. He reached into his coat pocket, touched the pistol, took out the gun, raised his hand, and shot. With a "bang", blood splattered and Fish fell down.

The distance was very close, the gun was suitable, and it was very accurate.

In an instant, everything returned to reality. There was only blood stains that dried to black on the sofa, and Batman was the only person in the room.

He was alone, but he didn't feel lonely at all. He seemed very relaxed. He sat on the sofa, relaxed his upper body, leaned on the back of the chair, and even closed his eyes, like a happy drunk who had just returned from a party.

Until the last ray of sunlight fell below the surface, the whole room was completely dark, and the darkness swallowed up Batman's figure. This bat who had a party with himself disappeared from here at some point.