Chapter 159 Gotham Avengers (Part 1)

In the office of Arkham Hospital, Gordon put his hands on his hips and watched Schiller fiddling with his umbrella.

Schiller removed all the umbrellas except the ribs. He lowered his head to remove the handle and then pulled hard on one of the ribs.

The rib snapped, and the middle part flew out. Gordon screamed in pain and covered his left face. Schiller stood up and looked at him, saying helplessly, "I told you a long time ago, don't watch me repair things. I don't have any education background in mechanics and engineering, so accidental injuries are inevitable."

Gordon stood up, covering his face, and took the part from his fingers, then said, "I told you a long time ago that you can't fix this thing. It looks very common, but it's actually very complicated."

"Don't you have anything else to do?" Schiller lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the umbrella stand, then looked out the window and said to Gordon, "Are all you policemen so idle?"

"I'm solving the problem from the root." Gordon hugged his arms, Looking at Schiller, he said, "I found a pattern. As long as we keep an eye on you, there will be no more trouble for us."

Before Schiller could refute, Gordon continued to ask, "So, the secret meeting you invited me to last time was established to fight against the mysterious organization that Cobblepot said poisoned Gotham's rainwater?"

"That's not an invitation. When you knew this fact, you had already joined, and you had to join, because even if you didn't fight them, they would definitely find you."

Gordon frowned tightly and said, "Do those supernatural powers really exist? For example... magic, witchcraft, etc."

"Do you believe in God?"

"Of course I..."

"If God exists, why can't magic and witchcraft exist?"

Gordon opened his mouth. He felt that what Schiller said made sense, but he was not a very devout believer. He could only be regarded as a pan-believer, so he had no idea about those supernatural things.

Schiller twisted the handle of the umbrella, and the handle fell off. Gordon heard him curse, and then picked up the handle and threw it away.

Gordon couldn't stand his amateurish way of repairing it. He came over, picked up the handle, and said, "How about this, as long as you give me a detailed introduction to the organization, I will find someone who can repair this thing for you, how about it?"

"Don't joke, the only umbrella maker in Gotham is dead. People in other cities, even if they can do this job, dare not come to Gotham. I can't go to Metropolis to repair an umbrella, right?"

"In fact, even if you go to Metropolis, it may be faster than repairing it yourself." Gordon and Schiller lowered their heads at the same time, and their eyes fell on the umbrella that was dismantled into pieces.

Schiller had to admit that Gordon was right. He had no talent in this area, and he was just messing around. He should have known since Stark's laboratory that he could screw in light bulbs, and he could only screw in light bulbs.

"Where are you going to find someone who can repair umbrellas?"

"I can't find anyone who can repair umbrellas, but I do know someone who can modify traffic lights."

Gordon picked up the phone and dialed, and said to Schiller: "Remember the guy who tampered with the traffic light line last time on Traffic Civilization Day?"

"Oh, I have some impression of him. He made only the right intersection of the four intersections pass unimpeded, and then there was a fight there..."

Gordon picked up the phone and said to the other end: "Hello? Go to the East District and bring that little rascal over. I have something to do with him."

Not long after he hung up the phone, a young police officer came in with a little boy of thirteen or fourteen. The boy was grabbed by the collar from behind and cursed, but when he saw Gordon, he suddenly wilted like an eggplant hit by frost.

Gordon patted him on the back and asked him to come over, then said: "This is Little Slip, a genius boy who can do electrical work, wiring, and even invented some mechanical devices himself."

"What's your name?" Schiller asked him.

"I don't have a name, people call me Little Slip."

Although Gordon is considered to have a good image and civilized behavior among the police in Gotham, his long-term work on the front line also makes him have a tough temperament. In comparison, Schiller, a gentle university professor, looks much better. Little Slip quickly ran behind Schiller and made a face at Gordon.

Gordon introduced helplessly: "This little guy is the culprit who tampered with the central turntable traffic light circuit. At that time, he was employed by a gangster boss on Madrid Street. In order to make the gangster's truck go faster, he pried open the outer shell of the traffic light in the middle of the night and changed the circuit inside..."

"He is not a native of Gotham, but came from the countryside of Blüdhaven. Both his parents died. His uncle is an electrician and brought him to Gotham to work and earn money. However, his uncle was not in good health and died of illness a few months after coming to Gotham, leaving him alone."

"This kid is very smart." Gordon looked at the little rascal with admiration.

"He actually survived alone in Gotham, and he lived well. With the electrician skills he learned from his uncle, several gang leaders treated him like a guest of honor. If I didn't have some face, I wouldn't have invited him."

Schiller looked back at the little slicker, a white boy with messy red curly hair and a pair of glasses.

He really didn't look like a child from the slums of Gotham. Although he looked young, he was not thin at all. He was even stronger than Cobblepot. His face was ruddy and his eyes were very smart. He didn't have the numbness of other children.

There were not many children wearing glasses in Gotham, because here, they neither read nor went to school, so their eyes would not be tired. Few of their parents were nearsighted, and it would not be inherited, so the image of the little slicker seemed out of place.

Schiller picked up the broken umbrella and handed it to the little rascal, saying, "If you help me fix it, I will give you a super cool toolbox."

The little rascal took the umbrella, looked it up and down, and said in surprise, "Why is this umbrella so badly broken? You didn't take it to the battlefield, did you?" Gu Xu

Gordon said gloatingly, "The last time I saw this umbrella, it wasn't so badly broken, but someone didn't know how to fix it but insisted on fixing it..."

Schiller rolled his eyes, dragged a chair over and sat down, saying, "It's all the fault of Fish and Cobert. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have to..."

"Wait!" The little rascal suddenly exclaimed, he said, "This umbrella is too amazing, right? Why are all the parts different?"

Schiller stood up and said, "Wait a minute, I'll get you a toolbox."

He walked to the door, called the nurse, and said a few words. After a while, the nurse came in with a toolbox.

Once it was opened, there were three or four layers of tool display tables. The little rascal exclaimed, "So cool! I've always wanted to have a toolbox like this, but unfortunately, my uncle's toolbox is too small..."

"If you can fix this umbrella, then this toolbox is yours."

"Watch me." As he said that, the little rascal picked up the umbrella and took it apart in a few seconds. He was busy there for a long time. Schiller and Gordon were watching him, but they didn't understand anything.

After a while, the little rascal stopped standing by the table. He touched his chin and said with some embarrassment: "This is a bit troublesome."

"This thing should be made by hand, right? It means casting parts, polishing parts, and then assembling them together, right?"

"Indeed, this is a custom-made handmade umbrella."

"Then why don't you go find..."

Looking at Schiller, whose face began to darken again, Gordon stepped forward, covered the little rascal's mouth, and said: "Don't ask about this, just fix it for him quickly."

"But this umbrella is very strange, I'm afraid only the person who made it can fix it." The little rascal shrugged, pointed to a small pile of parts, and said to Schiller: "Look, look Here, there should be 6 parts here, but now there are only 5. ”

Then he picked up a broken part from the side and said: "This is the missing one. This screw looks like it has been burned by fire, and the threads are all destroyed."

"It is because of this that one rib cannot be propped up at all, but if you want to fix it, you must find an identical screw."

"Originally, I could replace the nut together, but I don't know what happened to this material. The welding pen is completely unusable..."

The little sly guy said to Schiller: "I really want that tool box. I tried my best, but the material used by this manufacturer is too special, and it is completely different from the factory assembly line products. I can't fix the same thing."

Schiller and Gordon looked at each other. It was obvious that they were thinking of something else. Schiller asked the little rascal: "Are you sure that only the umbrella maker who made this umbrella can fix it?"

"It's probably true. I'm not bragging, but I could screw a screw into a nut before I could walk."

He picked up a screw and showed it to Schiller, saying: "Look at the thread on it. You can see some traces of handwork, but more importantly, his design of the thread is very special. It can't be screwed in with standard screws."

"What about recasting one?"

"You can try." The little rascal shook his head and said, "But I think hope Not big, this kind of fit is very strange, if the materials are not consistent, it may not fit together. "

Finally, Schiller gave the toolbox to the little rascal, and then said to him: "If you want, you can go to the vocational school in the living hell to learn. There is a professor of mechanical engineering from Gotham University teaching there. With your talent, he will definitely be very surprised. "

After the little rascal left, Schiller picked up the phone and dialed a number, and then said: "Yes, it's me. Are you free to come over now? What? You are coming? Okay..."

About 20 minutes later, Batman appeared in the office. Gordon, Schiller and Batman gathered around the table and looked at the umbrella.

"So, you mean, this umbrella that the Court of Owls instructed the umbrella maker Viking to make can only be repaired by themselves?"

Batman picked up one of the parts, squinted his eyes and looked at it, and said nothing.

"Okay." Schiller threw the handle in his hand on the table, then looked at Batman and asked, "You stayed in Cobblepot and Evans' ward for a long time last night. What did you talk about?"

Batman fiddled with the parts of the umbrella and said, "The three of us are going to join forces."

Gordon also looked at him and asked, "Join forces? What? To deal with the Court of Owls?"

"Yes, we are all interested in that mysterious organization, so we plan to investigate it from different angles."

"You said you were coming here today? What's the matter?"

"Originally, I just came to discuss a problem, but now I have an answer." As he said that, Batman took out another part, which was almost exactly the same as the damaged one. He said, "This is what I found last night, on another umbrella."

As Batman narrated, time went back to last night.