Chapter 297: The Three Detectives (I)

On a rainy night with thunder and lightning, the rain fell on the roof of the manor, making a rustling sound, mixed with the sound of the firewood in the fireplace that had not yet been completely extinguished.

This was a very hypnotic sound, so Schiller, who was lying on the bed, slept very soundly, but at this moment, a rapid phone ring rang, and Schiller on the bed opened his eyes.

He looked out the window, and at this moment, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the lattice of the window was imprinted on the floor and the bed, and one of the shadows just passed Schiller's eyes.

He took a deep breath, then stood up from the bed, walked through the dark manor in slippers, went downstairs, picked up the phone, and it was not surprising that Gordon's anxious voice came from the other side. He said: "Harry Cooper is dead, Professor Schiller, you have to come."

"Is it related to the serial murder case? If so, go find Batman."

"Batman has arrived, Professor Schiller, I know, it's so late, I shouldn't disturb you, but the situation is really a bit bad this time, you'd better come over..."

Schiller looked up at the floor clock in the room, the pointer on it just pointed to two o'clock in the morning. He remembered that the last time Gordon called him on a rainy night was when Fish Mooney died.

He went upstairs to put on his clothes, then took his umbrella, and when he walked out of the manor gate, the night in Gotham was still a little scary. After the humid water vapor was inhaled into his lungs, it dispelled the sleepiness.

A black car drove into the gate of the manor. The man who opened the car door said nothing, and Schiller asked nothing.

Cooper's manor is west of the North District, far from Falconet Manor. When the car carrying Schiller stopped at the gate of Cooper's manor, Gordon hurried down. Schiller got out of the car and Gordon took him upstairs.

"What's going on? I rarely see you so flustered. I think even if it's a serial murder case, it shouldn't make you so panicked, right?"

Gordon's face didn't look good. He didn't explain too much. He just said to Schiller: "You'll know when you see the crime scene."

They went up to the third floor. There were many policemen at the staircase. After Gordon walked over, he nodded to one of them in a special uniform. It was an old policeman with a dignified look. He looked at Schiller, walked up to him and shook hands with him and said: "Hello, I'm Smith, the chief of the Gotham Police Department. I've heard of you for a long time..."

Schiller shook hands with him and briefly introduced himself. The chief didn't seem to be a polite person. He waved to Gordon and said: "Take the professor in, but be careful."

Gordon nodded, and walked through the crowd with Schiller to the door of a room at the end of the corridor on the third floor. He took out the key and opened the door. The situation in the room in front of Schiller was extremely tragic.

Unexpectedly, there was no body there, or rather, there was no complete body.

This is a red house, but the floor, ceiling and furniture in the house should not be this color. All the red on it is blood and fragments of internal organs.

The reason why there is no corpse here is that the corpse has been evenly smeared throughout the room.

Batman stood in a corner, his eyes fell on the center of the room, there was a very eye-catching thing there, a pattern like a magic circle drawn with black ink, and there was a pile of black ash in the middle of the pattern.

Schiller walked into the door and stopped at the door. Gordon squeezed between him and the door frame, turned around and closed the door. Schiller touched the ground with the tip of the umbrella, then picked up the umbrella and looked at the blood on it.

Then he looked up and looked around the whole room. This room is not big, about twenty square meters, and it looks like a reception room. There are three sofas on the floor-to-ceiling windows, the wall on the right side of the door, and the wall on this side of the door. There is a round table in the middle, and a table and bookshelf on the other side. This is a common reception room layout in British manors, and it is the same in Schiller's manor.

The black magic circle was located in the center of the room, and the red color spread to the lower half of the room with the magic circle as the center, including the entire floor, most of the walls, and the ceiling in the center of the room.

"The reason why I didn't tell you in detail on the phone is because I don't know if this situation can be called a dismemberment. It's really a bit... too dismembered." Gordon said, covering his mouth.

Schiller turned around and asked Gordon: "Do you have shoe covers?"

Gordon took out shoe covers and gloves, which are necessary auxiliary supplies for investigating cases, from his pocket, and then took out a mask and a face shield to put on himself. He wanted to hand them to Schiller, but Schiller shook his head and refused.

After putting on the shoe covers, Schiller walked into the room. He looked around the room. While he was observing, Batman said: "Cooper's body was shattered and then evenly spread throughout the room. This method is completely different from the previous three cases..."

Schiller squatted not far from the magic circle and checked the ground. He said: "The body was shattered? No, this statement is not too accurate."

"Isn't this still considered crushing?" Gordon asked, "We can hardly find a complete piece of body fragments. The blood, skin, and bones were all crushed and spread in the room."

"Indeed, but not all."

Schiller stood up, looked up at the ceiling and said, "The body mass here is not enough."

"What do you mean?"

"What you see now is the red part of the room, which is the fragments containing blood, internal organs, skin and bone tissue. After all are collected and pieced together, it is only about two-thirds of the mass of a person."

"One-third of the body's mass disappeared."

Gordon opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask Schiller how he knew, but the question went around in his mouth and he didn't ask it in the end. After all, this realistic scene is already scary enough, and there is no need for a few more horror stories to set the mood.

Batman came over, stood beside the magic circle and said, "This diagram is not any recorded magic circle, but I can be sure that the hexagram in the center of the diagram should be related to the devil."

"Things are getting more and more mysterious, right?" Gordon also held back his nausea and walked over and said, "It started with the Twelve Apostles serial murder case, and then there was a person sawed in half. Today, they have begun to grind the body into minced meat and smear it on the wall. What are they going to do next? Evaporate the person?"

"Obviously, this is not something an ordinary person can do." Schiller spoke slowly and steadily, but it always made people feel creepy. He said, "In this case, the murderer's power has been raised to another level."

"Aren't you patrolling around here recently? Have you found anything?" Schiller looked at Batman and said.

"I was the first to find out that Cooper was dead, and I came here because I heard an explosion, but when I got here, I didn't see any suspicious figures."

Schiller walked to the sofa next to him and rubbed the tip of his umbrella on the sofa without blood stains. He said, "Although what I say next may make you question my professionalism, I still have to say... This case may be related to supernatural power."

"Supernatural power?... What do you mean?"

"Isn't this magic circle very clear? Someone summoned a demon here, and the demon killed Cooper."

Gordon pursed his lips and tilted his head. He said, "I thought you would give an extremely sophisticated reasoning process and then tell us an amazing result. I also thought that you might come up with all kinds of evidence to prove that your reasoning is correct, but I never thought..."

"Detective Gordon, don't look at this city with the eyes of ordinary people. What happened in the room."

Batman said, "Why do you make this judgment?"

Schiller came over again, looked down at the ground and said, "Pay attention to the direction of the blood and muscle tissue spraying. They are spreading outward from the center, which means that Cooper was not killed by an external bomb, but exploded from the inside out."

"Could it be that a madman forced him to swallow the bomb?"

"Good reasoning, Detective Gordon, this does seem like something that a Gotham criminal would do, but we have to ask our weapons expert Batman..."

"Is there a kind of bomb in the world that can evenly crush a person's skin, muscles, and internal organs when it explodes, and then spread it flat in the room?"

"If it is possible to shatter, it is difficult to spread these blown-up tissues so evenly on the floor and walls of the room."

"Could it be that someone blew up Cooper and then spread these things evenly by hand?" Gordon raised another question.

Schiller made a gesture of approval and said, "Detective Gordon, your thinking is very suitable for being a detective. To be honest, you are very talented."

"If the person who did it is really a perverted killer, then he might have done it. They have even done more evil things, but judging from the details, it is unlikely that it was spread evenly by humans."

"Look here..." Schiller walked over, his heels stepped on the floor, with a sticky and dull feeling, but still attracted the attention of the two people.

Schiller pointed to a leg of the sofa, where some tissues were piled up. He said, "This is the part that was intercepted when the human tissue splashed out and poured onto the floor during the explosion."

"You can see that the part closest to the sofa leg is skin tissue, and even the epidermis and dermis can be seen. Above them is some fat, and above that are fragments of internal organs."

"This shows that it is unlikely that the murderer blew up the person, chopped him up, and then deliberately spread him evenly, because in that case, the order of the tissues piled up here would not be so regular, but mixed together."

"You can imagine that Cooper, who was blown apart by some unknown force, was first completely melted, then turned into a pancake, spread flat on the ground, and then crushed into more pieces, and began to pour around the floor like a wave."

"The legs of the sofa are like the piers of a bridge standing on the sea, except that the crushed human tissue is denser, so the pier intercepted a part of it and preserved its original state."

"I also think that this is impossible for an ordinary person to do. It is difficult for a bomb to achieve this effect. If you want to crush the human body so much, you must use some mechanical tools."

"From the time I heard the explosion to the time I came to this room, it is definitely not enough for one person to move a large machine."

Gordon also looked up and down at the room and said, "Will there be any mechanism or something?"

"Before I called you to come, I had checked all the corners of this room. There are no mechanisms, no secret doors, no secret compartments, and no secret passages. This is a very ordinary manor reception room."

"So you Both of them thought that this might be done by some supernatural power? "

"That's right, and this should have nothing to do with the Twelve Apostles murder case. At least I have never heard of anyone in the Bible being crushed by an explosion."

"Excuse me..." Gordon said with some embarrassment: "If it comes to this aspect, the Gotham Police Department may be unable to help. No one here is proficient in this aspect."

"Even if I go out and announce the results of your two investigations now, they will definitely treat us as crazy and drive us out."

Schiller shook his head and said: "That's not necessarily the case. Maybe they are more superstitious than you..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a police officer hurriedly pushed the door open, and then said to Gordon: "Boss! It's bad. Mrs. Sanchez, the principal of the boarding school near the Gotham River, is dead!"