Chapter 1820: Summer in Fool Village (34)
Chapter 1794: Summer in Fool Village (Thirty-four)
On the road in front of Gotham Central Hospital, three police cars flashed to clear the way. The sound of police sirens mixed with the sirens of ambulances behind. Residents of surrounding buildings couldn't help but stick their heads out to see which idiot had offended the Gotham Police Department.
Since the equipment of the Gotham Police Department was upgraded, the sharp sirens have regained their deterrent power. Except for the twelve families, no gang members dared to honk their sirens when passing by the police station as before, otherwise they would most likely be blown to pieces by howitzers.
After Gordon came to power, he became one with the twelve families in physical and spiritual terms and became a guest of honor of the Godfather. The Gotham Police Department also became the most deterrent gang organization in Gotham. When the sirens sounded, the two sides who were about to beat their brains out had to stop immediately.
Even if it was to deter the big gangs, two armed police cars would be enough, but today there were three police cars leading the way, and two logistics police cars followed the ambulance. The residents watched from the windows for a long time, and finally got a tip from the police officer who fired a warning shot that the patriarch of the Lawrence family was dead.
Since the situation in Gotham stabilized, the twelve families have basically worked together to make money, and the internal chaos has disappeared. The farce of changing three leaders in two months has not happened for a long time.
Rumors spread like ripples on the lake. From the leaders of the big gangs under the twelve families to the street thugs and small bosses who have something to do with the gang business, they all speculated who killed the unlucky old Lawrence.
There are many young people in the Lawrence family, about eleven or twelve, and there are five or six of them who are more outstanding. His second son Baden is almost a foregone conclusion. His relationship with his eldest daughter is not good, but they have been at peace for many years without any conflicts.
Some said it was a heart attack, some said it was a shooting, and some were well-informed and said that the mysterious "Summer Killer" had started to act again.
"Summer Killer" was the nickname given to the murderer of this serial murder case by the people of Gotham. He was not cruel, but perhaps it was because too little was known.
And obviously, the situation this time was more serious than before. Old Lawrence was in his prime, and it would take another 20 or 30 years before he could hand over the job.
Baden also couldn't accept that his father died like this. He hadn't completely controlled the family business. It was foreseeable that the businesses that hadn't been handed over in time would definitely be embezzled by other families. What he couldn't accept even more was Godfather Falcone. This was the third case in two months.
Gordon and Cobblepot sat in the chief's office upstairs in the police station, at a loss. They were all given death orders. If they couldn't find the murderer this time, Godfather would definitely make them look bad.
In fact, no one wants to find the murderer more than Gordon, needless to say, Falconet. The problem is that he has investigated everything he can. Cobblepot would rather kill a thousand people than let one go. He rushed to the magician's party and killed a group of people. He chased the remaining survivors in Gotham, but in the end he did not find conclusive evidence.
The name of the summer killer spread more and more in Gotham, and even began to shake the prestige of the gang and affected Gotham's tourism industry. This time, it was Mayor Roy who came to Schiller.
"Professor Schiller, of course I'm not saying that you must do something for us, but the current situation is not optimistic. If this killer continues to be so arrogant, the stable situation established before will be in vain."
Sitting on the sofa and wiping Aisha's hands, Schiller sighed and said, "Gordon called me just now and hoped that I would go to see Lawrence's body no matter what. I promised him, but I hope he doesn't hold too much hope."
Roy immediately became nervous. He looked at Schiller and said, "Professor, you are not saying that even you can't do anything about the murderer this time?"
Schiller also sighed, looked at Roy and said, "You must understand that reasoning is not magic. There must be clues to get results. Even the most subtle traces can be analyzed. But the reason why I am not in the police station or the morgue now is because there are no clues at all."
Roy hammered his head with his hand, puzzled, he "How could the murderer leave no trace? This is totally unscientific!"
"I believe Gordon and his team have already found Bruce. After all, he is the greatest detective in the world. But judging from the tone of their call just now, there is probably no progress. This means that this matter may be more mysterious than we thought."
Roy only felt a headache now, so he did not hear some hints in Schiller's tone. Therefore, Schiller further said: "This world is fair. Nothing can really come and go without a trace, leaving no clues and no weaknesses. Maybe we should wait for a while until the situation becomes clearer."
"But we don't have that much time. The opening ceremony of the music festival will be in a week. Now the whole city is shrouded in the shadow of murder. There are fewer tourists going to the beach to sunbathe. If the opening ceremony is cold, the funds for the supporting publicity activities will all be wasted."
Schiller looked up at the calendar hanging by the window. Today is Wednesday of the last week of summer. According to the calendar, autumn will officially begin next week. The temperature has dropped significantly recently. Although it is still not cool, it is no longer so hot.
Schiller stood up and walked to the door to get his umbrella, while Roy took his hat from Merkel and opened the umbrella as well.
Schiller stood by the door and looked at the weather outside. It was another thunderstorm just now. With human intervention, the rainy days in Gotham have changed. It is no longer a fine drizzle that lasts for several days. Instead, it either does not rain or it rains heavily with rumbling thunder.
The two got in the car, and Schiller turned his head slightly to Roy in the back seat and asked, "Have you seen the barometer in the past few days?"
"No, I've been busy lately." Roy sighed a little tiredly, rubbed his temples and said, "Several beach maintenance companies have set their sights on Gotham's newly developed beach tourism industry and want to reach an agreement with us to let them be responsible for beach maintenance. I've been negotiating business recently."
"Thank you for your hard work." Schiller turned his head back and stared at the damp mist gathered on the glass window due to the night temperature drop, looking thoughtful.
After arriving at the morgue of the Central Hospital, as expected, Gordon, Cobblepot and Bruce had already arrived. The forensic doctor had just withdrawn from the room, and the three of them were whispering around the body and discussing something.
Seeing Schiller and Roy come in, Gordon hurried to greet them. Schiller saw Bruce frowning and staring at the swollen body at first glance, with a serious expression.
Bruce was just saying that he wanted to test some tissue samples, but this would have to wait until the forensic autopsy was completed, and now the descendants of the Lawrence family and some other gang members did not trust the level of forensic doctors.
Cobblepot sighed deeply and said, "I don't know who spread it. They said that the previous two cases did not find clues on the bodies because the forensic doctors did not have enough experience."
"So what's the truth?" Schiller asked.
"It can't be said to be completely correct." Gordon shook his head and said, "Gotham's forensic autopsy experience is relatively small, because there were almost no murders that allowed them to perform autopsies before. If you have to say, they are more experienced in dealing with patients with sudden acute illness or gunshot wounds. Poisoning? Gotham people rarely use such a gentle way of murder."
"The digestive system of the first two bodies was carefully analyzed, but no useful clues were found. Blood analysis was also done. The test report showed abnormalities, but the cause could not be found."
"Send the person to Arkham." Schiller decisively tapped the ground with the tip of the umbrella and said, "Bruce, go and call Lex and Pamela, I'll go inform Jonathan, Pigface and the puppet master. Gordon, you call Constantine and Zatanna. "
"If such a large-scale three-party consultation still can't find any results, I suggest we wait for a while. Even the best murderer will show his hand. "
Schiller's decisiveness was beyond everyone's expectations, but after thinking carefully, the others had no objection to this arrangement. Gotham University, Arkham Asylum and Gotham School of Magic basically gathered all the top talents in the city. If a consultation of this scale still can't find any clues, there is no other way except waiting.
Cobolt breathed a sigh of relief and gave Schiller a grateful look. In fact, it didn't matter how many gangsters died. It didn't matter if several gang leaders were replaced in three months. The Godfather just wanted an attitude.
In other words, all the scientists and magicians in Gotham serve you, the Lawrence family. Even if they can't find any problems, don't you have to pass cigarettes and smile in a good mood?
Schiller, Roy and Cobblepot got on the same car, and the car drove the three of them to Arkham. On the way, Roy said, "Schiller, don't keep us in suspense. You must have an idea, right?"
"Sometimes the truth of the problem is much simpler than you think, but the solution may not be, so the truth is not very important." Schiller shook his head and said.
The car drove all the way to the island where Arkham Asylum was located in the dark. Gordon led the police car escort team to escort the body and followed closely. The mentally ill patients who received the news had already been ready in the laboratory.
With a "bang", the body of old Lawrence was lifted onto the dissection table. The shadowless lamp was turned to the maximum power, but it was not as bright as the light of wisdom in this room.
There were about seven or eight people surrounding the dissection table. Each of them had three doctoral degrees, had teaching experience in medical schools, and had surgical licenses and prescription rights. The dozen or so apprentices surrounding them were basically students of Gotham University.
Mrs. Miller led the nurses to prepare. The autopsy lasted from the evening to the next night. The gangster family members outside the door changed three times. It was not until Cobblepot could no longer bear it that the thick autopsy report was handed over to the analysis team.
Bruce, Lex, Jonathan, Victor, Pamela, etc., anyone who had a little knowledge of medical biology and chemistry was pulled in. Because arrogance had already surfaced at this time, the psychiatrist could not help much, so he just sat in his office and waited.
But Schiller knew very well that the analysis might not produce any results. If there were any clues worth paying attention to, Batman would be able to find them as soon as he touched the body.
As expected, the analysis meeting lasted for almost six hours. The third day was already dawning. Scientists and magicians came to a conclusion that this was a toxin that specifically attacked the kidneys. As for its specific properties, chemical composition, poisoning methods, and how to prepare the antidote, nothing was known.
Jonathan was working hard to study the antidote, which aroused his interest and gave him something to do for a long time to come, while Bruce and Lex were studying how to catch the murderer.
The key lies in the only survivor.
Bruce and Lex found Victor's student, the boy named Guy. They tried their best to ask him for a long time, even interrogating him as a hypothetical suspect, but they did not get any coherent clues.
The first case in history that made Batman scratch his head appeared, and at this time, Schiller was rebuilding his garden in the manor.