Chapter 3018: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (Twenty-Six)

Chapter 2992 The green trees are dense and the summer is long (twenty-six)

In Gordon's office, he looked at the map on the table, and several of his old subordinates were shaking their heads and sighing.

"This guy definitely did it on purpose." One of the strong male police detectives with beards said: "Where the body was found, there were four cold storages nearby, one with the surname of Rich, one with the surname of Lawrence, and one with the surname of Spencer. And the last name is fucking Falcone.”

"It just happened that he froze to death." Another capable female detective with short hair said: "If the cause of death is announced to the outside world, it will almost be said that the owners of the surrounding cold storages are suspected, but if it is not announced, It won’t take long, the reporter’s car is already coming this way.”

"Don't announce it yet." Gordon said: "If you don't even have a word, don't offend reporters. What's more, if I remember correctly, these cold storages have adopted the latest refrigeration and preservation technology. In other words, it’s not cold inside the cold storage.”

Several people at the table frowned. They really didn't understand the technical issues in this area. Gordon paused and then walked to the phone. Soon, the famous cryogenic scientist Victor Fries, a professor at Gotham University, Just showed up in his office.

"Long time no see, Professor Fries, is Nora feeling better?"

"She's much better and can go back to class. Why did she suddenly think of asking me about the cold storage? I haven't been a consultant for a long time."

"Yes, but you have always had a relationship with them. Now we just want to know whether these four cold storages all use the latest dense ice preservation technology. Are there any other cold storages that have traditional cold storages?"

Victor walked to the desk and looked at the map. After thinking for a while, he said: "I have the impression that these companies should all use the latest technology, but who still retains the traditional cold storage... I remember this one A small icehouse was left.”

Victor's finger pointed at one of the locations, and everyone's expressions turned ugly, because this cold storage was Falcone's property.

When the old godfather returned to Italy and the new godfather disappeared, the Falcone family's property was handed over to Copot to take care of it. However, Gordon knew that there was nothing more important to Copot than his mother. When his mother is in poor health, he will never spare the energy to do such a thing.

But all kinds of clues point to Cobot. In addition to cold storage, Cobot is also one of the mayoral candidates. Although he did not publicize it because of his mother's health problems and seemed to be planning to give up, his support rate is not low. , the white-washed gangsters all hope to have someone who represents their interests come to power, and Cobot is the best candidate.

In other words, when Mr. Nygma died, Cobot was also one of the beneficiaries. With both motives and conditions, he became the biggest suspect in an instant.

The fact that two mayoral candidates were involved meant that this was definitely not a simple murder, and there might be a complex political game behind it. Gordon felt like his head was buzzing.

But in any case, he didn't think Cobot would take action at this time. Gordon had watched Cobot grow up, and he knew that there was absolutely no way Cobot would leave his mother behind for even half a minute at this time, even if it was to buy He would not choose this time to murder someone.

Suddenly Gordon remembered that Cobot's mother was recuperating in Arkham Asylum, so Cobot was in Arkham Asylum, and Schiller was also in Arkham Asylum now.

Okay, the case is solved, now we know who did it.

But after thinking about it, Gordon felt that something was wrong. If it were Schiller, he would not just dump Nygma's body in the alley like this. He would definitely do some kind of treatment for the body, and the method of treatment often shows that Why did he want to kill this person?

But Nygma's body was thrown naked in an ordinary alley. There were no external injuries on his body. Apart from the conclusion that he died of hypothermia, there were no clues or traces to show why he died like this. It really doesn't look like Schiller's work.

Gordon didn't believe that Schiller suddenly changed his gender, knew how to disguise it, or that the weather was too hot and he was too lazy to do it. If he didn't have the conditions to do it, he would rather not do it. As long as he did it, he would do it perfectly.

If not Schiller, then who?

At this moment, there was a knock on the office door, and a subordinate stood outside the door and said, "Boss, the laboratory department said they found new clues. Do you want to go and take a look?"

Gordon stood up immediately, and everyone else followed him, including Victor. No one wanted to drive him away, so he followed Gordon to the laboratory smoothly.

The person in charge of the laboratory department is now a thin black man. He handed Gordon a pair of Anatomy?"

Gordon hesitated slightly and said, "Does he have any relatives?"

Another subordinate stood up and said: "We have notified Mr. Nygma's wife and son, and they said that as long as we can find the real culprit, we can take any investigative method."

"Are they coming?"

"No, because they don't want to meet reporters."

"Wise choice." Gordon walked to the bed with the body. At this time, the white cloth had been removed. The body was well preserved, almost as if it was still alive. Gordon instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"Hasn't the body started to rot yet?"

"We were just about to talk about this." The black man came over and said: "The temperature of the corpse is abnormal, far lower than room temperature, resulting in no deterioration for a long time, and it looks like it is still alive."

Gordon hesitated a little, then said, "Are you sure he's dead?"

"There are no vital signs." The black man shook his head and said, "To be on the safe side, we also tested the brain waves and confirmed that he is brain dead."

Gordon stepped forward and touched the body gently, and found that the temperature of the body was indeed abnormally low. In order to ensure the condition of the body, the air conditioner in the laboratory was turned on very high, but the body no longer felt cold to the touch. It's like an ice cube, it's a little cold on your hands.

As the black man said, the intact body was a bit too much. If it hadn't been lying quietly, Gordon would have thought it was still a living person. What method did the murderer take to ensure the freshness of the body?

Gordon knew he couldn't delay it any longer, so he said directly to the black man: "Get ready to dissect, open his stomach, and see what that thing is."

Because everyone's attention was on the body, no one saw Victor's surprised and thoughtful expression on the X-ray.

The forensic doctors in the laboratory department worked quickly. After a while, the stomach of the corpse was opened, and their gloved hands took out something from it. As soon as the thing was taken out, Gordon felt a cold air blowing on his face. Come.

A small device was raised in front of the goggles. At the same time, the temperature on the thermometer that was in contact with the corpse's skin began to rise, which meant that this palm-sized device maintained the temperature and freshness of the corpse.

What's this?

Gordon looked at the thing through the glass observation window. Soon, the overall disinfection was completed. The black man came over with the thing, took off his goggles and said: "It looks like an air-conditioning device, but this is The size is a bit too small, I have never seen it on the market, or is there some refrigeration technology breakthrough that I don’t know about?”

Gordon took the device from his hand and found that it couldn't be stopped without a switch, but just holding it in his hand made him feel cool all over, and it was a bit too cold. It took less than a few dozen seconds to make him feel cold. Want to shiver.

Gordon had no choice but to put the thing down and turned to look at Victor. Victor's expression was as usual. He walked through the crowd, picked up the device, looked at it carefully and said, "The principle of dense ice is to make it as dense as possible." Make sure that the things inside it are not involved in heat exchange, but this thing is for cooling, which is completely different from me. "

"Do you know anyone who could build this?"

"With all due respect, I have never heard of such a cryogenic scientist." Victor seemed a little confused. He said, "I basically know everyone in the industry, and I have never heard of anyone who has come up with such a thing. Besides, The weather is so hot now, if this thing has been sold out by now, who will be troubled by the money? "

Everyone thought he was right. This thing is small and portable, and the cooling effect is so good. Even if it is more expensive, it is still acceptable. Who doesn’t want to be as cool as autumn in the weather of more than 40 degrees?

While everyone was studying this little thing, a painful groan suddenly came from the anatomy room at the back.

Everyone turned around in shock, only to find that the corpse lying calmly on the autopsy table had moved.

The black man ignored the shock and shouted: "Quick! Get in quickly! No... find a doctor! Find a doctor quickly!!!"

Everyone was shocked by this sudden change.

About ten minutes later, the stretcher was carried onto the ambulance. Gordon stood at the door and watched the ambulance leave, his face as dark as if he had been smeared with charcoal.

The subordinates behind the scenes were talking a lot.

"God, even if it's fake death, it's not like this, right?! People have been cold for so long, and they can still come back to life?!"

"So it's not a murder? Really?"

"He almost scared me to death when he just got up! I have been doing this for more than 20 years, and I have never seen anything like this..."

"What's the fuss about?" Gordon turned around and shouted, "Go back to work!"

Gordon rarely loses his temper sincerely. Everyone in the hall disappeared in a flash. The reporters outside the police station were noisily trying to rush in, but they were all blocked. Some of them still refused to give up. shouted to Gordon.

"Director Gordon! Didn't you say that Mr. Nygma was dead?! Why was he suddenly resurrected again? Was your death notification too hasty?!"

"Has it been determined that Mr. Nygma faked his death?! Director! Do you think this is a ploy by him to gain the attention of voters?!"

Gordon felt his head hurting more and more. He sighed deeply and walked back indoors. When he returned to the office, he saw Victor waiting for him by the window.

"You know that thing?" Gordon asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"If this thing has nothing to do with you, you should be excited the moment you see it." Gordon lowered his eyes and said, "I know you scientists very well. New technologies are incomparably exciting to you. agent.”

"That's actually not a new technology." Victor didn't deny Gordon's view. He just said, "It's just a portable refrigeration device."

"Did you make it?"

"Not exactly." Victor shook his head and said, "The effect I made is not that good. At most it can only cool the range of a small arm, and the one I made doesn't have the ability to bring people back to life."

"Do you think resurrection has something to do with this device?"

"This question obviously hits the nail on the head." Victor pulled out a chair and sat down and said, "I don't need to repeat Nora's story. How do you think she survived?"

Gordon fell into deep thought, and then said, "Her vital signs have completely stopped, just like a dead person, so she can survive in this way until the disease is resolved... Is the principle the same?"

"Almost."

"This will make you the biggest suspect."

"Don't put pressure on me, Sheriff." Victor shook his head and said, "I know that handling cases is not that simple. Only the method is not enough. Obviously I have no motive, no time to commit the crime, and a very sufficient alibi. I can't be convicted with just a refrigeration device."

"Okay, then I'll be frank. Who can get your freezing equipment and technology?"

Victor didn't answer, but he remembered that one day many years ago, he asked a thin boy in a dim laboratory, "Do you know how water turns into ice?"