Chapter 1790: Summer in Fool Village (Part 4)

Chapter 1764: Summer in Fool Village (IV)

Cobolt was stunned when he heard this. He looked back at the fat man and said, "But he admitted it."

Schiller frowned. After he walked over, he took a closer look at the fat man who was pressed to the ground. This fat man was no different from an ordinary gang member. He was wearing a tight suit, sweating all over, shivering all over, and the fat on his face was trembling, almost like oil was dripping.

"He is Fanas's nephew." Cobolt turned his head and looked at the fat man, tutted his lips and said, "Farnas and his sister had a bad relationship, but his sister was murdered after leaving home to work alone. For the sake of reputation, Fanas adopted Frankfurt, who was not very old at the time, but he didn't pay much attention to him."

Schiller sat down on the sofa next to him, frowning at the man called Frankfurt. He looked almost 30 years old, but he didn't have the fierce look of other gang members. Even wearing a black suit commonly seen by gang members, he looked like an insurance salesman.

"Farnas is not a very authoritarian person. He doesn't like this nephew because of his sister, but because his nephew is too timid. He will cry even if he hears gunshots in the manor. Farnas thinks this is a disgrace to the Farnas family."

"No wonder." Schiller rubbed the handle of the umbrella with his fingers, and then repeated his conclusion: "Although this is a miracle in Gotham, he has indeed never killed anyone."

"How do you judge this?" Cobblepot asked a little curiously.

Schiller did not answer this question. He looked up at Cobert who was standing there and asked, "You said he admitted it. What did he admit?"

"He had some grievances with little Farnes and old Mrs. Spencer, and he wanted to kill him." Cobert walked to Schiller's side, looked at Frankfurt with some disgust and said, "The Farneses family all hated his body shape. Little Farnese threatened him several times, asking him not to go out and embarrass the Farneses family."

"Old Mrs. Spencer liked Farnese's sister, Frankfurt's mother, very much. After her death, old Mrs. Spencer also loved Frankfurt, but she also didn't want Frankfurt to be too fat. She also found a very strict tutor for Frankfurt to supervise his exercise and diet."

Schiller nodded, indicating that he understood the situation. He looked at Frankfurt's body shape again. The man was not tall. He was only about 1.7 meters tall when standing straight. His bones were not very strong, but his weight was at least 220 pounds. He had no muscles, so he looked quite bloated.

Human fat is a natural shield, so many gang members will deliberately train themselves to be fat-wrapped muscles, but that is not pure fat, and they don’t look that bloated.

So there are many macho men in the gang who are nearly two meters tall and look like double-door refrigerators. It’s not a big problem to be burly, and suits can be customized. Frankfurt’s biggest problem is that his body fat rate is too high and his muscle mass is insufficient. He has become fat like a tire man.

The twelve families in Gotham are all traditional Italian gangs, and because of the influence of the old godfather, the gang members pay great attention to their appearance. Different families have different styles in dressing, but the overall style is very unified.

There is no need to say how tragic the contrast will be when a pure fat man appears among a group of tall and strong men. If he could barely fool around before, then the conflict between Frankfurt and other members of the family will definitely intensify this summer, because fat people have a hard time in summer.

Too much weight will make it difficult to exercise, and sweat a lot, which will easily cause odor on the body. In addition, gang members have to wear suits and leather shoes wherever they go, which will make this problem more serious. It is very likely that Frankfurt has suffered too many fierce verbal attacks this summer, causing him to have the idea of ​​killing even though he is timid.

Schiller still shook his head and said, "He probably didn't really do it. Have you asked him?"

"He said he prepared poison."

"What type of poison?"

Copperbot winked at Frankfurt, and Frankfurt trembled and said, "I, I asked someone to buy some cyanide..."

"No." Victor said, "If it was potassium cyanide, the body would not be in such an extremely swollen state. I have seen bodies poisoned by cyanide, and it's not like this."

"No similar highly toxic substances were found in the autopsy report." Copperbot sighed and said, "But among the twelve families, he is really the only one who is so fat. "This is not a solution." Schiller shook his head and said, "Let him go to Gotham Institute of Technology. They are in need of air conditioners. He will definitely lose weight after working for a summer." This farce ended here. On the one hand, Schiller was too experienced in this. Frankfurt was the type who had the will but not the courage. Even if Frankfurt's body was too conspicuous, it was impossible for him to sneak into other people's homes and poison them. And with his position in the Faunus family, he couldn't order anyone.

Frankfurt was taken away, but Schiller did not leave Cobblepot Manor immediately. He began to ask Cobblepot about the recent situation of the Twelve Families. He insisted on his judgment that the murderer must have dealt with members of the Twelve Families.

Cobblepot talked about some major events that happened recently in the Twelve Families intermittently, but most of them were family matters or about the Gotham Music Festival, and there were no very noteworthy people.

After it got dark, Schiller gave a few instructions and asked Cobblepot to keep an eye on the situation of the Twelve Families. He returned to Rodriguez Manor, where Barry was sitting on the sofa by the window reading a book.

"Oh, professor, you're back." Barry put down his book and went to meet him. Schiller handed Merkel his suit jacket and said, "How do you feel? Are you still dizzy?"

Barry shook his head and said, "No, I'm fine. That, professor, my parents..."

"I called them. They may not be able to pick you up until next week. Do you miss them?"

"A little bit. Harley and Bruce Jr...."

"They all went home. Bruce Jr. returned to his universe. Harley is now living in Gordon Manor with air conditioning. If you want If you want me to, I can also send you to Wayne Manor, Alfred will be very happy. "

Barry sighed softly, shook his head and said: "No, no need, I will stay here until my parents come to pick me up. What happened before was too shocking, and I need some time to digest it. "

"It's better for them to come later, otherwise I'm really afraid that I will tell them all these things all at once and scare them. "

"The reason why I hope you stay here for a while is that your ability is special. Once you lose control and run away, you may cause big trouble. When the situation is still unstable, It's best to stay in a safe environment. "

"Of course, I understand, professor." Barry looked up at Schiller and said, "My future self is very close to you, which means we will get along well, right?"

Schiller smiled and nodded, turned around and wanted to go to the bedroom, but Barry ran in front of him and stopped him, saying, "Well, professor, is there anything I can do to help? I really don't have anything to do..."

Schiller looked back at Merkel and asked, "Have you finished the garden? You can take Barry with you to mow the lawn."

Merkel showed an embarrassed expression, Schiller sighed and said: "Don't tell me that my garden is destroyed again."

"It's not completely destroyed yet." Merkel explained with a sad face: "Originally, the newly transplanted plants in the garden were bought at a high price. They can adapt to the rainy and sunny climate of Gotham, but the sun in Gotham is too strong recently, and most of the flowers and plants have been killed by the sun."

Schiller covered his forehead with his hand, waved to Barry, and Barry immediately followed him. Schiller took Barry and Merkel to the garden.

The overall structure of the garden has not changed much, and it can be seen that it was once thriving, but now all kinds of herbs in the flowerbed have fallen down, looking like they are about to die.

From the water marks next to the flowerbed, it can be seen that Merkel must have watered a lot, but Schiller has always believed that his housekeeper is good in every way, except that he is not compatible with this manor with a large garden. He does not even have the most basic gardening knowledge.

It doesn't mean that if a plant is about to die, you should water it desperately. Excessive watering combined with the scorching sun at noon is a disaster. Merkel should bear at least 30% of the responsibility for the garden's current state.

But Schiller didn't say much, because Merkel did a good job in everything except managing the garden, and Schiller believed that there must be more than one housekeeper in Gotham who is worried about the poor condition of the garden, so there is nothing to blame.

So he knocked on the glass of the stained glass window with his hand and said, "Please ask Miss Pamela to come over tomorrow. Forget about the other things, the tree used to hang Batman cannot die."

Schiller returned to his bedroom and prepared to go to bed, but at this moment the door was knocked. After Schiller opened the door, he found Barry in pajamas outside the door.

"What's wrong, Barry?"

"Well, nothing." Barry showed a tangled expression on his face, his lips moved, and then he said, "I know it's not good to disturb you so late, but I feel a little uncomfortable staying in the room alone."

Barry looked like he wanted to explain something, and his sideways state seemed to be ready to escape at any time. Schiller interrupted him, opened the door, sideways to make room for him and said, "Come in."

The unprecedented bright moonlight covered the garden of the manor with a thin and cold veil. Schiller didn't come out of his bedroom until the round moon was high in the sky.

Merkel, who was waiting outside the door, looked into the crack of the door. Barry was sleeping soundly on the bed in the master bedroom. Schiller gently closed the door. Merkel pointed inside the door and made a mouth shape. Schiller nodded and took the herbal tea from him.

Schiller walked down the stairs and said, "Barry has some panic attacks and separation anxiety symptoms. He is uneasy about his newfound power, but I don't think it's necessary to prescribe medicine for the time being. He should get better soon."

"Merkel, call Sheriff Gordon tomorrow morning and invite him to the private party I prepared for him to congratulate him on his promotion. Ask him if he can bring Miss Harley Quinzel and keep her here for a while after the party."

The next morning, Harley rushed into Rodriguez Manor and hugged Barry who was drinking coffee, making him almost spit out the coffee in his mouth.

"Long time no see, Barry! I heard you can run very fast now. How about helping me get the money I forgot in the bank vault?"