Chapter 169 The Long Easter (VIII)

In the Gotham City Police Department, Schiller looked at the two lists thoughtfully. Gordon came over and saw several names listed on them, with several names circled in red.

"Are these the students who got sick?"

"Yes."

"So which batch of eggs had problems? Were they bought from outside or distributed by the president of Gotham University?"

"That's the problem. There was a problem with the batch of eggs purchased by my colleague outside. More than 70% of the students who received these eggs suddenly got sick."

"That means..." Gordon picked up the phone and said to the other end of the phone: "Check how many Easter eggs are circulating in the Gotham City market now. Tell them to find a way to recycle these eggs quickly. It is very likely that they are a batch of biological weapons that can drive people crazy."

Gordon's tone was very serious. He felt a headache when he thought that there might be hundreds of biological weapons that could drive people crazy circulating in the Gotham market.

"There may be some connection." Gordon took a breath to calm himself down, and then said: "A batch of Easter eggs that can drive people crazy appeared on the market, and at this time, the president of Gotham University gave ordinary eggs and asked professors to make them by themselves. What does this mean? Did he know in advance that the eggs sold outside might have problems?"

"Maybe, but you should mobilize people first and let them go to the market to recycle these eggs." Schiller yawned, and he said a little sleepily: "I'm going to go back and rest for a while. I haven't slept for two nights for those crazy students."

"If you think I'm suspected of murdering Shedon, then arrest me after finding solid evidence."

After saying that, Schiller turned and left, and Gordon did not stop him. Obviously, there are more important things than the murder of the president of Gotham University.

Once this kind of Easter egg spreads, it will be a terrorist attack more terrible than flooding Gotham. Who knows how many crazy people will go to the streets to kill people? Gordon thought, he must stop all this.

After Schiller returned to the manor, he wanted to go to bed after taking a shower, but as soon as he came out of the bathroom, he heard the bell of the mailbox downstairs ring. He went downstairs and found that someone had put something in the mailbox.

He opened the door of the mailbox and found a box inside. After opening the box, there was a colorful Easter egg inside.

As soon as he took the egg out of the box, the egg exploded with a "bang", and the shell splashed all around. A burst of unknown gas spread. Schiller asked the gray fog: "Is this the same substance in the patient's blood?"

"It's the same." Gray fog replied.

Then Schiller found that it was not only the eggshell that exploded, but also a small note that slowly fell. He reached out and grabbed the note that fell in the air. After opening it, he found a string of words written on it:

"Happy Easter-Holiday Killer."

Schiller narrowed his eyes. Holiday Killer? Isn't that a character in the comic book "The Long Halloween"?

But he is a Halloween killer. How come this holiday killer appeared on Easter?

Besides, a killer should kill people. What's the point of sending people Easter eggs that will drive them crazy? More importantly, they were sent to him.

When Batman arrived at Schiller's manor, he found Schiller painting a goose egg. Schiller was so focused on painting that Batman deliberately made a little noise but he didn't notice it.

Batman had to cough before Schiller reacted, looked back at him, and said, "Are you okay? Don't disturb me when I'm creating."

Batman took a look at the Easter egg that Schiller was painting. There was a big black smiley face painted in the middle of the egg, but the brushstrokes were very rough, so the smiley face looked a little strange.

Obviously, apart from the almost non-existent technique and the unartistic subject matter, this process of randomly painting with a pen cannot be called creation.

"Did you receive the Easter egg from the man who calls himself the Holiday Killer?"

"It was because I received his Easter egg that I planned to return the favor." Schiller picked up the Easter egg he was painting, looked at it carefully, and then said, "I think mine is much better than the one he sent."

"Some gangsters and upper-class people in Gotham received the Easter egg. They went crazy, were subdued, and were sent to a mental hospital."

"Did you receive it too?"

"Bruce Wayne received it."

"Aren't you going to return the favor?"

"Compared to that, I want to know what the substance that can drive people crazy is."

"It seems that you have some speculations."

"I think it is somewhat similar to the fear gas before."

Schiller shook his head and said, "The symptoms are indeed very similar, but there are also differences."

"Do you think they are not the same thing?"

"That's right. It's not that the external symptoms are similar, which can prove that it must be the same cause. At least in my opinion, it should not be caused by the fear gas." Gu Lou

What Schiller didn't tell Batman was that he had already ruled out the possibility of fear gas, because he was the one who used fear gas the most, even more than the inventor Scarecrow.

He had used fear gas against many people in Hell's Kitchen before, and he was very familiar with the symptoms that fear gas might bring to people.

Although the symptoms of this case were somewhat similar to those of people who inhaled fear gas, they were not exactly the same, and Gray Fog did not find any fear gas components in their bodies.

"The suspicion of the Court of Owls cannot be ruled out, and they have not been completely eliminated." Batman concluded.

"What are you going to do?" Schiller turned around and asked him.

"He must have a purpose for doing these things. If he wants to kill them, there should be a better way."

"Many people have not been fooled." Batman continued: "The gang leaders are not so vigilant. They will not open strange packages. Many people don't have the leisure to buy Easter eggs. If you want to kill people in this way, it is the least efficient way."

"This is more like a preview, right? He seems to be saying that I will start to make trouble, just three days later on Easter."

"He should kill people on Easter, otherwise he would not call himself a holiday killer. The only question now is, who is his target and what is his purpose?"

"Perhaps many seemingly unrelated things can provide some clues."

"For example?"

"For example, the death of Seldon, you know better than Gordon, it was not done by me. If he really offended someone, or knew some important information that needed to be silenced, it should not be at this juncture."

"The whole Gotham City is undergoing a major reconstruction . "Schiller sighed and said, "No matter how big the hatred between the gang and him is, they will not take action at this time. In addition to the lack of manpower, assassination at this time is likely to offend other people who are dedicated to construction, which will make people panic." Schiller took out a list from the other side of the table and handed it to Batman, saying, "This is an important clue. Before Easter, Shedon distributed the raw materials for making Easter eggs to many professors, asking them to make eggs by hand and give them to students instead of buying them on the market." "Later events proved that the Easter eggs circulating in the market were problematic, so Shedon might have known about this problem in advance." "Perhaps it involved his own interests. Shedon stopped the logistics department from proposing to purchase ready-made eggs on the market, but asked the professors to make them themselves. He wanted to avoid those problematic eggs." "So how did he know the news in advance? Will this be related to his death?" "I thought you wouldn't care about this matter." Batman looked at Schiller and said. "Anyway, the Easter egg that the holiday killer sent me was the first gift I received on Easter, and I want to give him one back."

"I think this clue should be enough for you to find something. If you find where the holiday killer is hiding, please help me bring my gift there."

Schiller picked up the egg and handed it to Batman. Batman looked at the rough smiling face and narrowed his eyes.

At the same time, Evans and Cobblepot were chatting in the ward. Evans sighed and said, "The Gotham Cathedral had been repaired, but now the foundation has cracked. It may have to be rebuilt as a whole. Even the old priest who has been stationed there has left, and I have nowhere to go on weekends."

"I can't tell that you are still a devout believer." Cobblepot looked at Evans and said.

"Of course." Evans said a little distressedly: "Originally, our president arranged Easter in advance, which I thought was good, so that I could go to church to pray on the night of the festival. You know, Easter is to celebrate the rebirth of Jesus, and prayer and sacrifice are very important."

"As a result, it's good now." Evans spread his hands helplessly and said: "First, it rained all day, floods broke out, and Gotham was hit by ice, various roads cracked, and buildings were destroyed."

"It's finally better, but Gotham University has another homicide case, and the case is still under investigation. A holiday killer who came from nowhere appeared and drove several gang bosses crazy..."

"This year's Easter is really long..." Evans sighed.

"Anyway, Easter is three days away." Cobblepot said while lying on the hospital bed, "I have to go back to take care of my mother. When I went home yesterday, I wanted to send her to the hospital, but she refused and insisted on going back to the old house instead of living in the new apartment."

"The elders are always like this." Evans said with empathy, "My father is the same. Sometimes I think he is very good to me, but sometimes I think he is too old-fashioned and serious."

"It's good enough that the Godfather can tolerate you learning those messy things." Cobblepot said to Evans, "Which heir of the gang would sing and dance all day and not even practice shooting?"

Evans shrugged and said, "I can actually feel that my father is not happy that I am not doing my job properly, but he still indulges me. I don't know why..."

Then he opened his mouth and said hesitantly: "I still remember that my father and my brother had a bad relationship, probably because my father was too strict with him."

"I was still young at that time, but I vaguely remember that they had a quarrel, and it was very intense."

"Later, my brother died, and my father no longer allowed anyone to mention his name."

Evans sighed and said: "Many people don't even know that the Godfather has an eldest son named Alberto Falcone."