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Chapter 151: R: Rainy Night Mystery (Part 1)

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In the quiet manor, the sound of the fireplace crackling, light rain pattering on the glass, the slight movement when entering the room, dissipated in the somewhat dim light.

The sound of pages turning, Schiller leaned on the sofa in front of the fireplace reading a book. In this slow-paced era, the time from sunset to sleep always seems very long. Schiller held the book, the world in front of him swayed on the text, and began to blur gradually. Just when his sleepiness rose, a rapid phone ring woke him up.

Schiller sat in place and closed his eyes, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, then stood up slowly, walked to the stairs, and took the phone receiver on the cabinet to his ear.

"Fish Mooney is dead."

On the other end of the phone, Gordon's voice sounded like a thunderclap.

Schiller covered his forehead, leaned against the side of the cabinet, and said, "Who is that?"

"The boss of the Mooney Gang, the ruler of the Living Hell."

"So?"

"... I need your help, Professor."

Schiller looked at the completely dark sky. He just wanted to refuse, but Gordon said, "It was Batman who discovered the crime scene. When we arrived, Fish was already dead. After recording, we brought Fish's body back for an autopsy, and also brought back an eyewitness. This witness's mental state is not very good, perhaps suffering from some mental illness. We really need your help."

Schiller put down the phone, sighed, put on his coat, took his umbrella, left the warm and quiet manor, and walked into the dark rainy night of Cat Getan.

When arriving in front of the police station, in front of the old police station facade, there was only a small light bulb hanging on the top of the porch at the entrance. Through the light, you could see the rain lines drifting in.

Schiller stepped on the steps with a lot of stagnant water and walked up. He looked up, and Gordon was opening the wooden door with an iron chain with some effort.

Schiller put away his umbrella, Gordon walked over and said, "Thank God, you came just in time."

"Next time there is such an emergency..." Schiller shook the umbrella vigorously, as if venting, and said, "Don't call me. If there is anything, talk about it tomorrow morning."

Gordon followed his movements, let his gaze fall on the umbrella, and then turned his head to take a closer look at the umbrella, and then said, "Why is your umbrella broken? Didn't you say it was good quality before?"

"Yeah, but no matter how good the quality is, it will break, and there is no place to repair it when it breaks."

Schiller put away the umbrella and walked straight into the police station. Gordon followed behind him and said, "That tights freak ran to the Living Hell in the middle of the night and happened to run into a murder case."

Gordon walked two steps faster, came to the front of Schiller to lead the way, and said quickly, "Fish Mooney was the original gang boss ruling the Living Hell. Since the transformation of the Living Hell, many other gang bosses in the East Side have gradually entered there and divided the Mooney Gang's territory."

"Fish is grumpy and seems to be a sadist."

"Now she is dead, so you don't have to describe her symptoms to me. Talk about the living people. Where is that eyewitness?"

"I'm just about to take you..." Gordon took Schiller through a whole corridor and stopped at the room at the very end. A small policeman just came out of there. He said to Gordon, "That kid seems to have real mental problems. I swear I didn't hit him, but he..."

"Alright, alright." Gordon patted the young policeman on the shoulder and said to him, "I trust you. You are not such a violent person. Let's go in and see."

After opening the door, Gordon walked in first. As soon as Schiller entered the door, he saw a familiar figure sitting behind the interrogation table. It was Oswald Cobblepot.

He looks very bad now, his face is pale, his black hair is wet by the rain, sticking tightly to his forehead, the pair of eyes sunken in the eye sockets are a bit dull, his limbs are twitching, and he is still muttering to himself.

He didn't sit on the chair, but squatted in the corner of the room. The young policeman also came in and introduced to Gordon, "We let him sit on the chair, but he wouldn't sit, and we didn't give him handcuffs, let alone use any violent means to treat him. He was like this as soon as he came in..."

Gordon understood the reason why the young policeman repeatedly emphasized that he did not use violent means. In a place like the Cat Getan Police Station, most police officers are not so friendly to criminals, and it is normal to be beaten after being caught.

Gordon had specifically told him not to use violent means to treat Cobblepot before. The young policeman saw Cobblepot like this, fearing that Gordon would misunderstand.

Gordon opened the iron door behind the interrogation table with a key. When he walked in, Cobblepot looked very scared. Schiller stopped Gordon's footsteps to continue approaching and said, "It looks like he should be stress disorder. Don't get close to him first..."

Schiller and Gordon stood half a step away from Cobblepot. Schiller turned his head and looked at Cobblepot from the backlight angle. He found that Cobblepot should be in the stage of onset now.

Gordon observed him from another angle. He asked the young policeman, "Did you really not hit him? How come I saw a wound on his neck?"

The policeman raised his hand and said, "I swear, we didn't even touch him! As for that wound, it should have been there before coming here."

"Asura Martial God"

The policeman said very firmly. Gordon frowned. Schiller turned his head and said to Gordon, "Let him go out first. Too many people are not conducive to him calming down."

After the young policeman went out, Schiller said to Gordon, "This should be acute stress disorder."

Schiller walked half a step forward, Cobblepot immediately hid backward like a madman, making an unintelligible scream in his mouth. Schiller retreated and said to Gordon, "Re-experiencing symptoms, panic, vigilance, and..."

Schiller rubbed his chin and said, "And more than that, accompanied by an excited state, it seems there are some other mental disorders..."

"Fine, it seems that it is unlikely for us to ask anything from him."

"That's not necessarily true. However, his symptoms need to be hospitalized for treatment. After treatment, he should be able to restore normal sanity."

"About how long will it take?"

"Are you in a hurry?" Schiller asked Gordon, "Fish Mooney is a gang boss, but she can't be ranked in Cat Getan. Who gave you such great pressure?"

Gordon sighed and said, "This matter is very complicated. Let Batman say it."

As soon as his voice fell, there was a movement behind him, and Batman appeared in the shadows in the corner of the interrogation room.

"I declare first, I know you suspect I beat him, but I didn't do it." Batman opened his mouth.

"Was the wound on his body left when you subdued him?" Schiller turned his head and asked him.

Batman shook his head and said, "When I met him at the crime scene, he was unconscious and covered in wounds, obviously beaten by someone just now."

Batman also walked into the iron door, stood in a further place, looked at Cobblepot and said, "When I arrived at the scene, Fish was already dead, and he fainted on the side, covered in traces of being beaten. There was no third party on the spot. I could only call Gordon to investigate, and then send Fish's body and him here together."

"I think you should tell me about this from the beginning." Schiller and the two walked out. Gordon looked back while walking. He looked a bit sympathetic to Cobblepot and said, "Are we just leaving him here? This won't work, right? Or should we send him to the hospital first?"

"It's best not to let anyone approach him for the time being, otherwise it will be easier to stimulate him." Schiller said without looking back, but Gordon was still a bit worried. He said, "This kid doesn't seem to be an adult yet. He should have family members, right? Not going home so late, his relatives should be very worried about him."

Saying this, he shouted twice, called back the young policeman who was smoking at the stairs, and said to him, "Go check where this kid lives, what family members are left, and report peace to his family. By the way, don't say he is ill, just say he was injured in a street drag race and is now in the hospital..."

"Don't use the excuse of drag racing." Schiller reminded Gordon, and he said to Gordon, "I recognize him. He is a student of the Living Hell Vocational School. There should be his mother at home. He doesn't drag race."

"Then what to use? Forget it, or just say he was drunk or high..."

"He has no bad habits, doesn't drink or take drugs, doesn't drag race or fight, and doesn't even smoke."

Gordon stared, looked back at Cobblepot, and then looked at Schiller, very surprised, and said, "Doesn't smoke, doesn't drink, doesn't take drugs, doesn't drag race, doesn't fight? No bad habits? Are you sure he is a child of Cat Getan? It's really strange..." Gordon put his hands on his hips and said very suspiciously, "It turns out Cat Getan really has such people? I've been here for a few years, and it's the first time I've seen it."

After speaking, he sympathized with Cobblepot even more, standing at the door and looking at him repeatedly. Schiller said to Gordon, "I remember when I came to the police station last time, I saw a lady in charge of cleaning. You let her come over. A lady of similar age to his mother should make him lower some vigilance."

"You mean Mrs. Mona? Fine, she should not have left yet. I will arrange for her to come over, at least to change his clothes."

After the three left, they went to Gordon's office. Gordon and Schiller sat face to face, and Batman stood in the shadows of the window.

Schiller poured himself a cup of hot water and said, "I think you should start from the beginning. What is going on?"

He turned to look at Batman and said, "Why on earth did you go to the Living Hell?"

Then he turned back, looked at Gordon and said, "What about Fish's death? Why are you so anxious to investigate this case?"

The first to speak was Gordon. He sighed and said, "I'll say the part I know first. This still has to start from the transformation of the Living Hell area..."

"We all know that the transformed Living Hell is like a delicious pie, and everyone wants to come and share a piece. Although Mooney Gang was rampant in the Living Hell before, there are quite a few thorns in the East Side. Just on Elizabeth Street, there are several powerful figures. They are not far from the Living Hell and want to be near the water to get the moon first..."

"As the original owner of the Living Hell, Mooney Gang wanted to keep this area, but they also knew that they couldn't do it alone."

"So, Fish gave up part of the benefits to those gang bosses from outside, allowing them to occupy some territory in the North District, but this group of gang bosses are greedy crocodiles that can't be fed, so they forced Fish step by step. As a result, the entire North District and half of the South District were occupied by outsiders, and Fish was almost mad..." ===== CHAPTER 152 =====

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