Chapter 152 Party and Umbrella (Part 3)

"So now, Mr. Cobblepot, are you willing to cooperate with my treatment?"

In the ward of Arkham Mental Hospital, Schiller moved a chair and sat next to Cobblepot's bed. Cobblepot still stared at the ceiling, but he nodded slightly.

"Okay, the first question, killing old Edward, is it your first time to kill someone?"

In an instant, Cobblepot's arm with a splint stiffened, his hand trembled, and then clenched. He turned his head to look at Schiller, unable to remain silent, and said, "How did you know?"

"Answer my question first."

Cobblepot's Adam's apple moved up and down, as if he wanted to spit out an answer, but in the end he still didn't speak, but nodded.

"The old godfather asked you to do this, right?"

Cobolt did not answer, he just said: "I swear before God that I will never reveal anything..."

"Okay, then you don't have to say it, I will say it."

"The old godfather needs an excuse to attack little Edward, so he asked you to kill old Edward and frame his nephew."

"Killing at the coming-of-age ceremony of the godfather's son, no matter how the godfather deals with Edward's family afterwards, no one will have any objections."

"No one would have thought that a skinny umbrella boy who was bullied by colleagues and teased by guests would be the killer entrusted by the old godfather."

"If that was really your first time killing someone, I can only say that you are quite talented in this regard. The bathroom was cleaned up very cleanly, and the escape route was also well designed. You didn't run into any guests..."

Cobolt turned his head and stared at Schiller. He seemed to be stunned by Schiller's comments. In any case, a normal person should not look at this matter from this perspective.

"Well, that's all in the past." Schiller turned a page of the medical record and said, "Let me explain what happened recently."

"I advise you to confess and be lenient, because I'm not a policeman. The police may not be able to do anything to you because you are a minor and a mental patient."

"But I'm different. At present, I'm the only one in Gotham who is willing to treat this mental illness and is confident that I can cure it. If you don't say anything, I won't keep a bed for you."

The corners of Cobblepot's mouth turned down, looking very sinister and mature for his age.

Then he spoke, his voice hoarse and low: "I am indeed the Godfather's man. I don't know why he took a fancy to me at first sight, but I worked for him and killed old Edward for him."

"You should have guessed what I want to know..." Schiller said without raising his head.

"He sent me to the living hell to keep an eye on everyone there. He was worried about anyone there. Any corner of Gotham should be ruled by Falcone..."

"So, I went to the largest gang there, the Mooney Gang, and became Fish Mooney's subordinate..."

"She didn't care about me, and even hated me very much, but she was still sober at that time. I was just not taken seriously, but that didn't matter. I was used to it..."

Cobolt's tone was a little numb. It can be seen that some words he wanted to express could not be said smoothly. The effect of the tranquilizer had not completely faded, so his narration was intermittent.

"Later, I went to work for Kevin again. This was a betrayal for Fish, but I had to do it. Kevin gave me what I wanted..."

Cobert's lips trembled, and he seemed to be in a state of excitement again. He said, "I kept climbing up there, from a small worker with only technical skills to the person in charge of purchasing for a restaurant..."

His tone became yearning, as if he was sketching a dream picture. Cobert continued, "That restaurant is the kind of restaurant in my dream, big and luxurious, gangsters come and go, and they are very polite to the restaurant owner..."

"I know what I want, yes... that's it..."

"Calm down, talk about it." Schiller's voice broke Cobert's fantasy and stopped him from getting further excited.

Cobert swallowed his saliva, exhaled dryly, and then said: "There, I was appreciated and transferred to be in charge of the water system..."

"My colleagues are a bunch of idiots, but that doesn't matter, it's just what I want. I really got promoted step by step, and even became a small leader..."

"This taste is so wonderful..." The blood vessels on Cobert's neck became prominent, and he began to tremble all over. He said: "It's great... I started to send others and command work, and I was sure to win..."

Soon, he stopped like a neurotic, returned to a stiff state, and then said viciously: "So... I want more power! A larger territory! No one can stop me!"

"Kevin... Oh... Yes, his name is Black Hand Kevin, a resounding name, and he was the first person to block my way..." Cobert's tone returned to a low tone.

"After I took control of the entire North District's water system, he felt that I would threaten his position."

"Indeed, that idiot knows nothing. If you follow him, you will only starve. But it's different if you follow me. Many people in the gang see through this. They start to support me, and the idiot's position is shaken..."

"...I can't go on like this. I know, I know..." Cobblepot said almost word by word: "I must kill him and then gain his position..."

"I went back to find Fish, I knelt at her feet, and cried to her that it was Kevin who forced me. As long as she was willing to help me kill Kevin and help me gain a position, I could use my knowledge and ability to help her drive all these outsiders out..."

"In order to make her trust me, I began to provide her with various plans, some of which worked, some did not, but in the end, Fish chose to believe me..."

Cobblepot swallowed his saliva , he said with a trembling voice: "On a street next to the living hell, Fish killed Kevin, and I took his place smoothly..."

"But later, Fish started to get crazier and crazier. She rushed into my room when I was sleeping and beat me with a gun butt and a stick..."

Cobert's voice began to cry a little, he trembled and said: "I know I have to endure it, my position is still unstable, I can't resist her... So I didn't say a word, she tortured me like crazy, saying that I betrayed her, saying that everyone betrayed her..."

"I don't know how long it has been." Cobert trembled all over, he continued: "She started to get crazier and crazier, even several times, I felt that she wanted to kill me, I knew that I couldn't go on like this, otherwise the crazy Fish would definitely kill me..."

"So you killed her?" Schiller asked him.

"No...no." Cobblepot shook his head tremblingly, clenching his teeth, and his teeth rubbing against each other made a clattering sound. He seemed to be immersed in memories again. He said: "How can I kill someone? Then I will be arrested and put in jail. I must not be put in jail. I have just gained status..."

"And just then, a man came to me." Cobblepot paused and slowly uttered the name: "Sal Maroni."

"Maroni told me that he has been eyeing the living hell for a long time. He has a grudge against Falcone and has offended the old godfather. He can't let Falcone's plan to transform Gotham succeed, otherwise the Maroni family will cease to exist..."

"He asked me to cooperate with him, but I disagreed, so, He kidnapped my mother just a few days ago..."

"So I proposed to him that we work together to kill Fish, and then frame Evans to destroy the prestige of the Godfather's heir."

"For me, this is killing two birds with one stone. It can not only help me get rid of Fish's torture, but also let me save my mother..."

"He agreed to the plan, so one day, I lured Fish out, and Maroni shot her to death..."

After saying this, Cobert was still trembling all over, as if he was still trapped in some memories. Schiller wrote and drew on the book. After a long silence, Cobert finally couldn't help it. He looked at Schiller.

Schiller just stared at his medical record book intently and didn't make any comments on this story. Without any comments, Copperhead said with red eyes: "Doctor, I am willing to testify against Maroni. He killed Fish. I can testify in court. Please cure me. I..."

"Stop your nonsense." Schiller looked at the medical record and said without raising his head: "The story you made up is very exciting, but you made a very serious mistake..."

Copperhead looked at him, his tears flowed from his eyes, his face was pale, and he looked very pitiful. Schiller put down the medical record expressionlessly, looked into his eyes and said: "It's useless to pretend to cry. People who know me know that I am not a quack, but I am very unscrupulous."

"The biggest mistake you made is that before making this plan, you didn't investigate the doctors you would meet. 's resume..."

"Doctor, I know I don't have any evidence, but I'm the only eyewitness..."

"Okay, if you still insist, then let's start with the most recent crime scene."

"Professor Victor and I went to the crime scene where your mother was kidnapped. According to you, it was Maroni who sent someone to kidnap your mother."

"That was indeed a very typical kidnapping scene. Someone sneaked into your house, gave your mother sleeping pills, and then took her away when she was asleep.

"On the surface, that's the case, but Mr. Cobblepot..." Schiller looked into Cobblepot's eyes and said, "You obviously haven't done a real kidnapping case. The layout of this scene is full of loopholes."

Cobblepot didn't speak, she just stared at Schiller. Schiller continued, "First of all, almost no one who does kidnapping in Gotham will choose to sneak in. They usually smash the door directly, rush in, shoot all living things, then move the body away, wipe the blood, and then say that they kidnapped your relatives. In fact, the bodies of your relatives have been thrown into the sea."

"Of course, I assume that Maroni is a civilized person, but I believe that he doesn't need to use this method of infiltration, let alone sleeping pills. No matter how strong your mother is, she can't resist four or five gangsters. They just need to rush in, knock her out, and drag her away. Sleeping pills are completely unnecessary."

"You are trying to restore a perfect chain of evidence for a kidnapping case, but there are too many unnecessary processes."

"For example, the fight scene you arranged is completely superfluous. Who do you think your mother is? A retired female agent? When facing the gangster intruders, she also picked up a chair and fought with them?"

"You did too much." Schiller concluded: "Trying to restore the perfect method of committing the crime, trying to create a realistic scene, and even designing a route for the intruders, deliberately using tables and sofas to leave traces of their movements..."

"I can only say that you have watched too many detective dramas. Most cases in reality do not happen like this. Most murders are not like this. The hands are not so professional. The violent intrusion method and the process of committing crimes with many loopholes are the most common gang kidnapping cases. "

"Because you are born thin, most of the murder methods you use are outsmarting, but in fact, for those strong gang members, there is no need to do so much. "

"They are not like you. It is difficult to pick a lock. There is no door that cannot be broken by submachine guns and bombs in this world. No one will spend two hours to study the infiltration route for a job that can be done in five minutes. "

"You use your own criminal thinking to bring it to those gang thugs, just like asking a big and strong Texas cowboy to wear a skirt with lace. "

"As for the scene you set up..." Schiller picked up the medical record book again and said mercilessly: "I can only give you a failing grade."

"Without the pressure of the Godfather, your independent work is a mess. It is far worse than the method of murdering old Edward. I have to suspect that you have hired a ghostwriter..."