Chapter 1121: Professor (2)

In the hospital corridor, Gordon reached out and patted Schiller on the shoulder. Schiller was startled by him. Gordon looked at him somewhat puzzled and said: "Why are you acting so sneaky? You have an alibi, right?... Wait, you don't have an alibi, do you?"

Looking at Gordon's suspicious gaze gradually turning into doubt, Schiller, who was standing by the door, sighed and said: "Of course I have an alibi, Pamela can testify for me, but more importantly, actually, I..."

"Actually, this professor wouldn't make such a clumsy crime scene." A voice came from inside the room. Schiller was startled again, and when he turned his head, he saw Bruce's face.

"Professor, I hope you aren't feeling sad because I transferred to the physics department, so you haven't come to class for a week." Bruce hugged his arms and looked at Schiller.

"There is one thing you didn't say wrong." Schiller was not to be outdone: "I indeed haven't come to class because you transferred to the physics department, but not because I feel sad, but because I finally got rid of the nightmare of having to read your thesis. I need to celebrate!"

After speaking, he didn't even look at Bruce, walked into the room from his side. Gordon stepped forward, bumped into Bruce's shoulder, and said: "To be honest, before you transferred, you really should have said hello to him. Not everyone can accept that their favorite student transferred to another major."

"Favorite student?" Bruce turned his eyeballs to Gordon's direction and said: "Even Aisha is more favorite than me."

After speaking, he also walked into the room. Gordon stood in place, hands on his hips, feeling the subtle atmosphere between the two, and shook his head in confusion.

At the very beginning, the relationship between Schiller and Bruce was okay, could be said to be both teacher and friend.

But later, the two became a relationship of mutual torture. In addition to the teacher-student conflict, the two added a layer of doctor-patient conflict.

But now, for some reason, the two seemed to be really tired of each other. That kind of inner annoyance was not acted out.

Gordon had actually seen this kind of emotion. His parents were the kind of typical couples who got married when they were young and hot-headed, and then began to torture each other.

If Gordon had to describe it, the current Schiller and Batman were like a middle-aged couple who had erupted in countless quarrels in their relatively young days, exhausted all their energy, and tortured each other until they were exhausted and haggard.

They reconciled with each other, not really because they cared about and understood each other, but just because endless contradictions exhausted all the energy of both sides. Only one word could accurately describe this state, and that was—"Just make do with it."

Putting away the thoughts that had drifted far away, Gordon also stepped into the room.

The crime scene was actually very simple. An internal medicine doctor was leaning against the windowsill, his chest full of blood, his white coat stained red, and blood flowing along his arm to his fingertips, and then flowing to the ground.

The police officer brought the head nurse in. The head nurse's tone was clear and her speech was fast: "Dr. Richard is a local of Cat Getan, but he graduated from Metropolis University School of Medicine and has been practicing for 11 years. He is a very experienced internal medicine doctor."

"Bed 2 in this ward is his patient, suffering from cholecystitis, and the recovery situation is quite good. He can be discharged in two more days. Today will be the last time Dr. Richard comes here to check the room."

"Dr. Richard didn't show any abnormalities when he arrived at the hospital today. The nurses in our department all said he was very normal."

"Richard is not married and has no children. The last girlfriend he dated broke up half a year ago. There has been no emotional history recently, no medical history, and no medical disputes. His practice level is excellent, and he hasn't had any medical accidents in his doctor career."

"Dr. Richard has always been a loner, has no complicated interpersonal relationships, and has excellent living habits. He puts everything back in its place after using it."

"He has always been a loner, has no complicated interpersonal relationships, and has excellent living habits. He puts everything back in its place after using it."

"Today, when he came to check the room, the other patient in this room had just been discharged, and his patient went to the bathroom. It was this patient who discovered Dr. Richard's body."

"This patient is also a member of a gang. He didn't panic, but immediately called me over. Neither of us entered the ward again. You were the first person to step into the ward after the body was discovered."

Gordon froze. This was the first time in his career that he had handled a murder case in a hospital. He didn't expect that he didn't need to ask, and the head nurse had explained everything clearly.

The head nurse nodded and smiled at Gordon: "My husband is also a policeman."

Gordon thought for a moment and said: "I'm not questioning your words, but please think carefully, does Dr. Richard really have no enemies?"

"In the hospital, indeed there are none." The head nurse said, and after speaking, her tone relaxed a bit, and then said: "But he is a local of Cat Getan after all. I don't know about his interpersonal relationships in the gang."

Gordon nodded, wrote this down, and said: "Is the last intern nurse who saw him here? I want to ask this young lady some questions."

"She is not a nurse in our department. She was giving injections downstairs before. I will go call her over now." The head nurse nodded lightly and turned to leave.

After a while, Selina's figure appeared at the door. She leaned against the door frame, smiled somewhat awkwardly, and said: "That's right, it's me, but I swear, I didn't do this."

Bruce was a bit helpless. Selina patted her arm and said: "Gordon pulled me over. This group of police has gone crazy to the point of pulling a thief to be a helper... Alright, the market has been bad recently, and the market I often go to has closed down, so I can only rest for a while."

Gordon rolled his eyes. He knew Selina was referring to her career as a flying thief.

The flooding of broccoli caused many market venues in the slums to be unusable and needed to be rebuilt. Catwoman stole things, but there was nowhere to sell them, so she had to come out to find some work, otherwise, she would have no money to eat.

Gordon was best at using this kind of soft means to restrict this group of criminals who were not so bad, so he introduced her to a nursing job. I have to say, the hands for picking locks were skillful enough, and Selina was the best among this batch of intern nurses.

"You also know that now I am the head of this group of little hooves. They are clumsy, either the needle is crooked or the blood is flowing back. As soon as something happens, they call me, so I have to run up and down, so it's normal to meet the doctor checking the room, right?"

Selina brushed her hair, quite proudly, and emphasized to Bruce: "You always say, let me find something serious to do. Now I am like you, saving people, big hero!"

Bruce first looked at Selina, then looked at the body on the ground. He thought for a moment and felt that Selina was not lying.

Catwoman's fighting style determined that she wouldn't stab someone in the chest with a knife, because her strength was not enough. If the position of the knife was wrong, it might get stuck in the ribs and couldn't be pulled out. Selina was an old hand and wouldn't make such a mistake.

The wound on the deceased's chest didn't have any complicated situation. The wound was not deep and should have been a penetrating wound caused by a shorter sharp weapon. But what was strange was that the cause of death was heart rupture, not drowning caused by lung penetration, nor suffocation caused by tracheal damage.

The fact was that a shorter dagger was not suitable for stabbing the heart. The organs in the human chest were protected by ribs. If the other party struggled and the knife was stabbed crookedly, it would easily get stuck in the ribs. The handle of the short dagger was not long enough, and it was not easy to exert force. If it got stuck, it couldn't be pulled out.

And if it couldn't be pulled out, causing blood loss, it might lead to the other party not losing the ability to act immediately, which might lead to being counter-killed. Anyone with a little experience wouldn't do this.

The murderer's first target was actually the heart, which was really strange.

Ordinary Cat Getan citizens, even if they hadn't killed anyone with their own hands, must have seen a murder scene, or learned the most basic common sense from their relatives and friends.

Only those who went to school step by step would think that as long as they could destroy the heart, they could kill a person because they heard the teacher say that the heart was the most important organ of human beings. But in fact, from the perspective of cost-effectiveness and efficiency, this was not a good choice at all.

Bruce first went to look at Schiller. He thought Schiller would have a bored expression, because he knew that in Schiller's view, such a boring crime scene was not worth paying attention to at all.

He also didn't expect Schiller to investigate this case, just because the crime scene was in a hospital, and Bruce didn't know much about the terrain and rules of the hospital, so he hoped that Schiller, who had worked in the hospital, would provide some professional answers.

But unexpectedly, Schiller's gaze at the body was very focused. Afterward, he revealed an interested expression and said: "Did you find that the deceased was attacked from the front, but there were no signs of struggle."

Gordon thought for a moment and said: "If you attack the deceased from the front with a weapon,

Shiler glanced at the smooth floor tiles in front of the deceased, then at the upper and lower edges of the windowsill, and said, "The body has been moved."

Bruce suddenly looked up, keenly focusing his gaze on the hospital window. He walked over quickly, looked up at the window handle, and after Gordon brought over a nightstand, Bruce stepped onto it, took out a lens, and while looking at the marks on the window handle, said, "It seems that is indeed the case."

Shiler snapped his fingers and said, "I'm going downstairs."

After saying this, he left. Bruce did not, as he usually would, treat him like a formidable enemy and stop him from leaving the crime scene; instead, he fell into deep thought.

Gordon still hadn't quite kept up with their line of reasoning, but soon, Bruce looked at the body and said, "Let's move the body first and reconstruct the crime."

Hearing him say this, Gordon knew that he had already deduced most of it. Thus, the two moved the body, and Bruce stood in front of the hospital room window.

This hospital room was not very large and had only one window. There was no balcony outside, but when Bruce pushed the window open with both hands and looked down, there was indeed a sunshade below.

Pushing the window downstairs at almost the same time as him was Shiler. His voice came from downstairs: "There is equipment here for examinations, so a sunshade is needed... You close the window first."

Bruce closed the window. Gordon was standing by the window when suddenly, a "thump, thump, thump" sound rang out. Gordon was immediately startled, because the sound did not come from the door, but from the window.

Gordon turned his head instinctively but did not see anyone outside the window. At this moment, Bruce took a few steps back, stood in the center of the room with his back to the window, and checked the hospital bed.

Upon hearing the "thump, thump, thump" sound, Bruce turned his head and glanced at the window in confusion. Gordon then understood that he and Shiler were reconstructing the process of Dr. Richard's murder.

And when Bruce turned his head back, the "thump, thump, thump" sound rang out again. Thus, Bruce turned around and strode to the window.

When Bruce reached out and pushed the window open, Gordon's heart leaped into his throat. He thought he was about to face a murder scene, but unexpectedly, after the window was pushed open, there was nothing there.

From Gordon's perspective, he also could not see any figure.

Just when Gordon thought Shiler hadn't gotten into position yet, Bruce pressed his body tightly against the window frame, grabbed the windowsill with both hands, leaned his upper body forward, and looked down.

The next second, a fountain pen was pressed against his chest. Bruce immediately covered his chest and tipped forward.

Just as his chest was about to touch the windowsill, Shiler, who was squatting below, stood up. He first steadied Bruce's shoulders and gave him a push so he wouldn't continue to fall forward.

With the two face-to-face, Shiler reached his right hand under Bruce's left armpit, pushed his right back with his other hand, held him, and then turned him around.

The moment Shiler let go, Bruce fell back into the position of the body.