Chapter 167: The Long Easter (Part 2)

It was another rainy night. On the water-logged road, the lights of a passing car flashed. Gordon, wearing rain boots, walked down the stairs quickly and shook hands with Schiller, who was walking up. He said in an exaggerated tone: "Thank God, Professor, you came just in time!"

"Let's go inside and talk."

Gordon pushed open the door of the police station. Before he could take Schiller to the office, a young police officer walked over and said: "Chief, the interrogation rooms on the second floor are all full. That drunkard and Scarface had a fight, and it took three people to pull them apart. That black man with the band tattoo is even crazier. We don't have enough manpower to watch so many prisoners…"

Gordon sighed and said: "If you catch anyone later, don't interrogate them; just lock them up first."

Gordon took Schiller up the stairs. He walked in front, his pace fast, and said without looking back: "Recently, this group of people has gone crazy. Cat Getan's crime rate has increased 12 times today, and the interrogation rooms and cells are full."

"I don't know what's wrong; everyone is very angry." After Gordon walked into the hallway, he pointed to the end of the hallway and said: "The two people locked in that interrogation room fought over a pack of cigarettes. And the couple in the room on the left—the lovers were fighting with knives and guns…"

"I thought this was Cat Getan's daily routine." Schiller also walked up the stairs quickly and stood behind Gordon, saying.

"It used to be like this, but since the logistics system started running, there have been few such idlers. I didn't expect them to appear again."

He sighed and said: "But it's not unexpected. The water on the city roads is too serious, and logistics operations have basically stalled. Everyone is just idling at home."

"But you still feel it's not normal, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked me to come over."

"That's right. Even if Cat Getan was rotten to the core before, so many mental patients shouldn't have popped up overnight."

"Now in the office on the 3rd floor, there are two people twitching all over, one is foaming at the mouth, and one has started talking nonsense."

"Our police officers did alcohol and drug tests on them, but it showed no problems. They just suddenly got sick."

Gordon stood at the door of the office, hands on his hips, and said to Schiller: "If it weren't for that kid named Kebote getting sick last time, I wouldn't have been able to distinguish it. But their symptoms are very similar, so I must ask you to come and see what is going on?"

Schiller frowned. He pushed open the office door and saw a few people curled up in the corner, just like Kebote at the time, soaked all over, twitching constantly, and muttering to themselves.

Schiller shook his head and said: "I expected this. This is the sequela of being caught in the rain."

Gordon didn't hear him clearly. Just as he intended to ask again, Schiller interrupted him and said: "Don't worry about that for now. Transfer them to Arkham. Just like you expected, this is not normal. I need to conduct further examinations."

When Schiller arrived at the office of Arkham Asylum, it was raining heavily outside the window, and this rain was less than 4 hours from the last one.

Schiller walked to the window, watching the raindrops hitting the guardrail outside the glass, reflecting a faint luster. He calculated silently in his heart: the thunderstorms were becoming more and more frequent, from once every two days two weeks ago to once a day, and today it had rained three times.

He walked out of the office and knocked on the door of the next ward. Batman's voice came from inside: "Please come in."

Schiller walked in and saw him and Kebote standing on both sides of the table, with a map of Cat Getan City on the table. After Schiller entered, he said directly: "It seems that the plan really disgusted them quite a bit."

Kebote gave a gloomy laugh, and the corners of Batman's mouth twitched. He said: "You have given me a new understanding of the despicable degree of human tactical planning."

"If we didn't use this method, even if you caught their tail, they would only hide deeper and deeper, rather than jumping out on their own."

Batman sighed, his thoughts returning to a few days ago.

Yin Wensi, Batman, and Kebote deduced the method the Court of Owls used to monitor Living Hell, which was the wells, but this was still just a guess and needed further verification.

Batman intended to sneak into Living Hell himself to investigate, but Kebote refused him. He felt that Living Hell was his territory, and Batman didn't need to intervene.

Batman adhered to his usual style of suspicion. He didn't trust Kebote and still intended to do it himself.

The two were at a stalemate. Finally, under Yin Wensi's mediation, the two acted separately. Kebote investigated the North District, and Batman investigated the South District. They each did their own thing and did not interfere with each other.

When Living Hell was renovated, all 6 wells in the South and North Districts were filled in. But this filling wasn't blocking the well from bottom to top. In order not to destroy the structure of the groundwater, they only built a frame about three meters from the surface and poured concrete to turn it into ground, while the part below three meters remained a well.

Batman followed the procedure to find a sewer entrance and then intended to dig a passage from the underground to the bottom of the well.

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But Kebote, a wild path without formal training, had a broader line of thinking. He still brought Lun Tai, Hong Ka Che, Huo Jian Dan, and others to form a small team, intending to use special methods to investigate.

These people were different from Batman, who was rich and willful. After all, they didn't have that set of sturdy equipment, not even night-vision goggles. It was unrealistic to want to figure out the original structure of Living Hell in the complex sewer, but wild paths had wild path methods.

This had to start with the old drug dealer who provided them with the map.

What Cat Getan lacked the least was all kinds of geniuses who had gone astray, and the best among them were these drug dealers who were like gophers.

In Cat Getan, there would indeed be no police stopping you from selling these contraband items, but the greatest danger came precisely from peers.

This kind of thing must be stored and transported, and once the storage location and transportation route were discovered by other gangs, you could just wait for your expensive goods to disappear.

To avoid this situation, most drug dealers active in Living Hell had their own transportation routes.

This old drug dealer was the same. He united with several other bosses who did bigger business and controlled most of the underground passages within the Living Hell area.

They didn't walk on the ground at all but transported goods directly through underground passages, which could avoid being discovered by Living Hell gangs and reduce the probability of being robbed.

When Living Hell was renovated, most of the underground passages were destroyed by foundation frames, but there were still a few that could be used. Kebote obtained this information and then found the secret at the bottom of the well faster than Batman.

Their speculation was correct. Among the five wells in the North District, the bottoms of three wells were connected to a secret room, and the rooms were also connected to each other and led to a larger conference room.

When Kebote found this, he didn't rush in but notified Batman.

Batman, who was better at sneaking, touched the periphery of these rooms. After investigation, he found that unlike the huge conference room discovered before, there were traces of people active here recently.

Batman thought, their prediction was indeed correct. If the Owls had really been operating here for decades, they could never have completely abandoned Cat Getan's territory. Even if they had urgently transferred due to some accidents, they would definitely have left guards at other strongholds.

After several days of squatting, Batman found that the underground of Living Hell seemed to have become a new stronghold for members of the Court of Owls.

Based on the principle of information sharing among Cat Getan secret society members, Batman briefly told Schiller about these situations, but Schiller seemed prepared, taking out a plan that was very speechless but might be extremely effective.

Just as Schiller said, catching the tail of the Court of Owls wasn't difficult, and even attacking their stronghold wasn't difficult. But if they couldn't succeed in one go, they would definitely slip away and hide deeper, and this hide-and-seek game would be endless.

So there must be a plan to force them out actively, let them show bigger flaws, and create a successful opportunity.

The specific plan was this: Schiller speculated that even if the Court of Owls hid underground, they must rely on energy for lighting and communication.

So where did this energy come from?

Although the possibility of them having independent energy facilities couldn't be ruled out, according to Schiller's understanding of the Court of Owls, they were like tumors growing on normal organizations. They were more likely to use the method of mixing their own people in during the Living Hell renovation and then pulling a line from Living Hell's energy system to supply power to themselves.

So Schiller asked Gordon to find Little Slick, and then asked Kebote to take Little Slick around Living Hell twice.

Sure enough, Little Slick soon discovered that the direction of a power line was wrong. Following this line, Kebote found the energy pipeline of the Court of Owls' stronghold.

Besides power, there were other pipelines, and the surface parts were hidden very secretly, with no one guarding them.

And Schiller's final plan was: dump shit.

Connect the Living Hell sewage treatment pipeline with the Court of Owls' energy supply pipeline. The entire Living Hell sewage system would be connected to the Court of Owls' pipeline.

And the result naturally didn't need to be said. In Cat Getan, there was no place with a higher population density than the Living Hell area. The shit-making ability here was naturally top-notch.

"Those excrements flooded their stronghold, turning that place into a huge biogas pool."

Batman's tone was a bit unable to hold up. He said: "And from the situation at the scene, some people couldn't run away in time at the moment of dumping…"

Batman was silent for a moment, seemingly suppressing the nausea brought by his imagination. Afterward, Batman still said quite objectively: "Although disgusting, it is effective."

"You said before that they trained quite a few assassins. If I broke in alone, I wouldn't be sure I could beat them all."

"Even if I could beat them, once they dragged me down and let the assassins out, the residents of Living Hell would all suffer."

"Living Hell is the most densely populated place in Cat Getan. No matter what kind of commotion the Court of Owls makes there, it will cause a large number of casualties. For this reason, we have to force them out of there. Although using… but they definitely wouldn't be able to care about killing when they run away."

Schiller looked at Batman, his mouth still turned down, looking deep and serious.

Schiller thought, perhaps this was Batman's uniqueness among superheroes. Although he still couldn't avoid personal heroism, he was willing to trade his own retreat for tactical victory, rather than necessarily being greedy for merit and advancing rashly to show his strength.

Facing a despicable tactic, he didn't stand on the moral high ground to accuse it, but rationally analyzed and judged it. Perhaps this was the basic quality of a tactical master. ===== CHAPTER 168 =====