Chapter 2598: Whistling Down (Fifty-Six)

Chapter 2572 Xiaoxiao coming down (fifty-six)

Gordon's expression suddenly became unpredictable. He sat down again, looked at Schiller and said, "Professor Schiller, since Officer Clay accused you of assaulting him, I think you may need to cooperate with the investigation."

"I'm very happy." Schiller nodded and said, "But I have classes tomorrow. You can't take up my working time, otherwise I won't be able to explain to the Academic Affairs Office why I am absent from work."

Gordon nodded, Schiller stood up first, lowered his eyes and glanced at Clay lying on the hospital bed and said: "It seems that this police officer has a deep misunderstanding of me. I hope the Gotham Police Department can Clear up the misunderstanding between us for me.”

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much, Mr. Director." Schiller looked at Gordon gently and said, "I am a psychology professor, and I have seen many victims who have experienced such major cases have the same post-traumatic stress disorder. I am very happy to help them.”

Gordon extended his hand, shook Schiller's hand and said, "Thank you for your generosity, Professor, please excuse me."

After Schiller and the other two left, Gordon sat down with an inexplicable expression on his face. Clay was very excited and even trembled. He said to Gordon: "The murderer is clearly in front of you, why don't you arrest him?! I I don't know who attacked me."

"Maybe Schiller attacked you." Unexpectedly, Gordon did not continue to argue, but said: "Based on what I know about him, it is very likely that he attacked you."

"Then why don't you arrest him?"

Gordon put down the water glass in his hand, looked at Clay and said, "Do you think I have the ability to arrest him?"

"Isn't it okay? You all have guns and he's even here right now."

Gordon shook his head and said, "We could certainly put a gun to his head and arrest Schiller Rodriguez, but how are we going to arrest a Gotham University professor and a world-renowned psychologist?"

Clay stared at Gordon blankly, thinking he was talking nonsense.

"Let me emphasize to you one last time, Mr. Clay, being a police officer is not as simple as you think. The weight of evidence determines how high a person of social status we can arrest."

"Your testimony may allow us to arrest a gangster, but it cannot be a scholar, let alone a well-known scholar. You need more evidence to convince me and the media."

"But the facts are right in front of us, why not..."

"Because now your suspicion is just suspicion." Gordon said: "If this suspicion is not supported by any substantial evidence, it will not affect his status in any way."

"Not to mention arrest, unless there is surveillance video of him killing people, it will be difficult to get a search warrant for him."

"Then why can't we look for evidence first..."

"Didn't you look for it? Did you find it?"

Clay choked.

This is an endless cycle. Everyone present understands that if you want to investigate such a big shot, you must have evidence, but without evidence, your investigation will not be accepted.

But Clay didn't believe it. He thought that Gordon could become the chief in such a city. He had dealt with countless big shots, and he must have brought down many people like Schiller in his resume.

He could do it back then, why can't he do it now? Isn't this just partiality?

Clay pointed out this angrily, but Gordon said with a slightly contemptuous look: "I tried my best, even at the risk of my life, to bring down those big shots, just for the sake of justice."

"Isn't it now? Isn't it evil for him to kill people wantonly?"

"If you were walking on the street and were suddenly knocked unconscious by him, sewn into human skin and thrown into the middle of the police station hall, I would not talk nonsense to you at all. I would immediately choose to arrest him, but I ask How did you respond when you were at the scene of the crime?”

Clay opened his mouth to speak, but the words were soon stuck in his throat. He remembered how he answered, saying that the crime scene was at Rodriguez Manor.

Schiller knocked him out at Rodriguez's estate.

So why did he show up at Rodriguez Manor?

"It was you who made it impossible for me to seek justice." Gordon said: "A police officer drove a police car to someone's house and rummaged through the house. If he doesn't shoot you, you are lucky."

"If I arrest him with great fanfare now because of the harm you suffered, because of his identity and status, this matter will definitely be reported to the newspaper. When following up on the report, once he tells the media about your behavior, the entire Gotham City will be shocked. The police department will be mired in violent law enforcement charges because of you."

Gordon turned away his eyes and said with a dark expression: "I don't care if you are impulsive. There are many impulsive people here. Without them, I wouldn't be able to bring down so many big shots. Your only fault is that you are too stupid to rush in. But no evidence was found.”

After saying that, he stood up and left the door. The other police officers also wandered away, but Bullock sat down beside the hospital bed and lit a cigarette for himself.

"Sometimes justice and justice are the same thing, and sometimes they conflict with each other. This is strange, right?"

"Obviously Schiller killed someone, sewed you into human skin and hung you up in the police station. From a justice perspective, he is simply evil."

Clay's face was livid, but Bullock's words relieved his mood a little.

"But from the perspective of justice, you are a policeman who violated the law and broke into private houses, while he is a diligent and renowned psychology expert. The public will not stand on your side."

"That's because the public doesn't know what he did!"

Brock smiled and said, "James is right. As long as you have evidence to prove what he did, Gordon dares to arrest anyone."

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"But since you don't have it, both sides are talking nonsense, and the competition is about who has more say. Do you think you can beat Professor Rodriguez?"

"...Yes, I have to leave before 5 pm. I have to clean up the house and hold the housewarming party that I didn't hold. Thank you for your concern, ma'am. I have already expected to be involved when I started this business. into all kinds of troubles."

"Hello? Hilde? I read your first draft, but the interview time has been changed to the day after tomorrow. I have to go to the police station for investigation tomorrow... It's not a big deal. A policeman who broke into my estate was injured..."

"...Yes, the group meeting is cancelled and will be held this Saturday. Remind them to set aside an afternoon. Don't forget to bring their results. Don't try to fool me with last week's results."

"Hello? Victor? Has the principal gone back? How is the new school building being renovated? ... I won't visit it. I'm too busy recently. Yes, I'll go to the police station tomorrow afternoon..."

Schiller made several calls in a row. He put down his phone, shook his stiff neck, and saw a dark shadow peeking out from the backyard.

Schiller opened the back door and found it was Martin. He waved to Martin, and Martin climbed over the backyard wall with agility.

He took out a feathered party mask from his back, put it on his face and made a funny expression, then handed it to Schiller and said, "Just consider it as my gift to your housewarming party in advance."

"I thought the crystal ball was a gift."

Martin smiled and said, "Of course not, it's a curse."

"Where did you get it from?"

"My family has a long history of learning. Ahem, my mother is a witch. Our family all believes in the ancestral gods, so I also know some things about this."

Schiller took him into the house, opened the drawer of the freezer of the broken refrigerator, and handed the top two drawers to Martin, while he took the bottom drawer.

The two of them went through the backyard door and came to the pit. Schiller threw the drawer and the red things inside into the pit.

"It's a pity for such a good refrigerator." Martin said and threw both drawers in. The drawers were overturned, and the red things inside fell out. It turned out to be human limbs without skin.

"Go buy a new one tomorrow." Schiller said, "Actually, I wanted to move the one in the manor here, but it's too big and doesn't match the decoration style."

"You have great taste, sir." Martin sighed from the bottom of his heart, "I never thought that the final product would be that effect. I believe the ancestors will be very happy after seeing it."

He took out the crystal ball, and the crystal ball had energy again. He took the crystal ball in front of his eyes and patted it gently. Schiller heard a sound similar to the sound of wind.

"Don't really invite any gods here." Schiller said, "The refrigerator is broken now, and there is no place to put it."

Martin put away the crystal ball and said, "Thank you very much. Those drug dealers have been targeting me for a long time. I live in a downtown area and I really can't offer them all to the ancestors. It's different with you."

Schiller walked to the sink to wash his hands, and then used the towel next to him to dry them while saying, "Let's talk about your origins with the Confession Cartel. I mean, with the Revolutionary Army."

Martin smiled ironically and said, "That must be the former Revolutionary Army. I It has nothing to do with these idiots now. "

The two of them walked to the sofa and sat down. Martin collapsed comfortably in the chair and said, "It's great to be rich. When I have money, I will buy such a big villa."

Schiller said nothing. After he finished sighing, Martin yawned and said, "It's nothing complicated. My father was originally a fisherman. He knows how to repair boats and cars. After coming to Guazhou, he is also very capable. Our family has a very large piece of land in the village, and we have been growing poppies for those drug dealers. "

"The local boss who hired us before was a bit stingy, but he was very kind to me. Our family was not bad, after all, my father was a skilled worker. If you had a good relationship with our family, you could have a good relationship with the villagers. "

"The share of the poppy harvest was not much, but it was indeed more profitable than food, and my family had a good life before."

"But suddenly one day, the drug trafficking organization called the Confession Cartel killed our original boss, probably to expand their territory or seize the plantation."

"My father was very ill at the time and could not stop them. Not long after, he died. My mother, I and the villagers in the village began to work for the Confession Cartel. . "

"These guys are not only stingy, but also very fierce. They are not nice to anyone. The villagers are all upset with them. We are not farmers who will be bullied by them."

"The villagers got some guns and took out the cars and ammunition hidden by the previous boss. We had a fight with them. At that time, I was not young anymore, so I went to help. Finally, we drove them all away and started to do it ourselves. "

"The business was doing well. My mother took me to the city, and I also studied there. When I grow up, I plan to go to the United States to work with the help of my father's old friends. "

"Who knew we would run into the damned Confession Cartel in the city again? Without the help of the villagers, my mother and I were outnumbered and were chased home by them."

"My mother was shot dead by them, and I ran away, but I knew she couldn't let them go like that, because she had the power of the ancestor gods."

"Sure enough, when I got home, I found a dried corpse. It was my mother's body. All her blood had been drained, and the statue of the ancestor gods she had been worshipping was also broken."

Martin raised his eyebrows, not much sadness, only a little anger and sarcasm, he said: "She cursed everyone in this organization with her life, the tattoo on the back of the Confession Cartel is the death talisman of the ancestor gods."