Chapter 17: Gordon's Confusion

In the settings of Pokémon anime and games, Pikachu is far from being a powerful Pokémon. Its high popularity is more due to its cute appearance.

Whether in anime or games, Pikachu is absolutely responsible for being cute. In fact, its combat ability is very average. Especially in games, it can even be said to be a warehouse keeper. Compared to those powerful and gorgeous legendary beasts, Pikachu is indeed cute, but that's its only advantage.

But the Pikachu Schiller encountered was far from that simple. It had an IQ similar to, or even higher than, most humans, possessed Pikachu's electric skills, and seemed to have some other abilities.

It was immune to Schiller's telepathy, and the fear toxin only made it trip. In terms of volume, the dose of fear toxin Schiller used to set the trap that day was enough to make a small creature like Pikachu go crazy, but Pikachu only sneezed a few more times.

And it could pick his door lock while Schiller was sleeping and run to his bed. At Pikachu's height, it couldn't even reach the doorknob when jumping. To pick the lock, it would at least have to move a chair over.

How this creature, which was less than the height of a human's calf and had very short hands, managed to move a chair in the middle of the night, jump onto the chair to pick the lock, open the door, and then run to Schiller's side without him discovering it, no one knew.

However, this Pikachu was clearly much more cunning than Schiller imagined. More importantly, Schiller listened to its Deadpool voice and really couldn't be as serious as he was with Batman. Without looking at Pikachu's face, he always felt that there was a person in a black-red tight suit muttering beside him, a scene that made him shudder.

But soon, Schiller didn't have time to worry about Pikachu. Gordon sent a text message notifying him that they had mastered conclusive evidence of Jonathan's crime and were about to launch an arrest.

Arresting Jonathan had nothing to do with Schiller. What he was more worried about was that no one would provide him with fear toxin in the future, so he had to hurry up and take away the stock Jonathan had.

Jonathan, this future Scarecrow, was really unlucky enough.

Knowing that Jonathan was about to be arrested, Schiller basically took as much as he made. The young Scarecrow didn't have any anti-reconnaissance awareness yet. He was really broken. Who on earth was coming to steal his fear toxin?

After Schiller gained the ability to teleport, stealing fear toxin became even simpler. He only needed to flash continuously for more than a hundred meters near the small church in the Moson block, teleport directly into the church basement, take it, and leave immediately, without even leaving a shadow.

Batman, of course, also participated in this arrest operation. With his superb infiltration ability, he returned to the lab and discovered that Jonathan had already made a fear toxin spray gun. He suggested that Gordon let him arrest Jonathan, otherwise this toxin spray gun might make all the police participating in the operation and the residents of the Moson block go crazy.

Although Gordon didn't quite trust this freak in a tight suit, he also had his own difficulties.

Everyone in the Cat Getan Police Department was a talent. Except for him, they were basically all ten-thousand-year salted fish spirits. If anything happened, they were the last to arrive at the scene, and nothing could be expected from them.

The combat ability of such a team didn't need much thought. A toxin spray gun was enough to knock down more than half of the police station.

Don't expect his superiors to give him any help either. Gordon had long seen through it. The current chief was colluding with certain underworld forces. He didn't want another trouble. It was just dozens of civilians who died; how could it delay his great cause of making money?

Gordon was very helpless and powerless. So the only person he could count on was Batman.

Although the current Batman wasn't mature, the Scarecrow clearly wasn't much better. The two of them belonged to the category of "vegetable chicken pecking each other," and in the end, it was clearly Batman who won.

While Jonathan was doing experiments in the lab, he subdued him with an anesthetic needle.

And the camera on his bat suit clearly recorded how Jonathan committed the crime.

Faced with such a case with conclusive evidence, Gordon, who had little influence, was kicked out. Gordon's immediate superior took over the case and quickly filed the case and brought it to trial. This could at least be considered a decent political achievement.

A university professor was actually the mastermind behind dozens of murder cases? This should be a bizarre major case occupying the front page of the newspaper for several days in any other region. But in Cat Getan, although it still counted as a not-so-small case, it only occupied a column on the main page of the newspaper.

Looking at the newspaper, Gordon and Batman's names didn't appear, and it was all endless praise for Gordon's superior. Schiller knew that this dark city had one more frustrated and heartbroken person.

Gordon, this good policeman, still had a long way to go.

To Schiller's surprise, Gordon soon came to him.

In the Cat Getan University psychological consultation room, Schiller poured Gordon a cup of coffee. This detective, who was still young at the time, looked very exhausted. He took a sip of hot coffee, and his complexion improved a lot.

He said: "I know my visit is a bit presumptuous, Professor. But regarding Jonathan's case..."

Gordon seemed to want to speak but stopped. Schiller said: "Let me guess, the trial of the case might have gone smoothly, but something went wrong at the sentencing stage, right?"

Gordon clenched his fists on the table, his face gloomy, and said: "That damn murderer is a chemistry doctor. You should know what that means in Cat Getan. Someone doesn't want to sentence him to death, but wants to use his mental illness as an excuse to acquit him, and then let him work for them."

Schiller sat opposite him and said: "Indeed, a genius-like chemistry doctor. If he can manufacture even one type of new hallucinogenic drug, then the person who hires him will make a fortune."

Gordon shook his head and said: "It's far more than that simple. The drugs they want Jonathan to develop might be even more dangerous."

"If they invent drugs, they can only make a little money from those addicts. But if they really invent a virus that can make everyone in Cat Getan under their control, then how much wealth they can get goes without saying," Gordon said.

"Someone leaked the matter about fear toxin?" Schiller asked. The effect of this toxin was outstanding, which was why some people realized Jonathan's power.

Gordon looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and said: "I mean no offense, but I want to confirm, have you seen any suspicious people recently?"

"I can tell you very clearly, I haven't told anyone about this, and it doesn't do me any good. As a university professor, having a murderer colleague is already very disgraceful. If I have any other connection with him, it will have a great impact on my career," Schiller said.

"Then..." Gordon folded his hands and said: "That night, I heard you call that freak in a tight suit Bruce. He is Bruce Wei En, right?"

"Regarding this topic, I can't tell you anything. You should verify it with him yourself, instead of coming to me."

"I know what you are worried about," Schiller said. "As the largest commercial giant in Cat Getan City, Bruce Wei En doesn't necessarily have nothing to do with those dirty deals. And if he finds out you are investigating this, you will definitely die a miserable death. That's what you think, right?"

Gordon said: "Jonathan said in his confession that there has always been a person stealing most of his fear toxin. That freak in a tight suit is the object I suspect. He is really too suspicious."

Schiller felt some emotion. The content that didn't appear in those comics now seemed very interesting. Gordon and Batman, this old partner, didn't trust each other from the beginning. Gordon even felt very suspicious of this strange vigilante, Batman.

This wasn't strange. No normal person would be able to accept from the beginning that someone was wearing a black tight suit, with two pointed ears, running around in Cat Getan in the middle of the night. Such behavior and actions really didn't look like a good person.

Schiller said: "Have you ever thought that he is actually suspecting you the same way?"

Gordon sighed and said: "Actually, he has more reason to suspect me. If he is really Bruce Wei En, I know the Wei En family's children have never given up on investigating the case of that year. The death of the Wei En couple was very strange. I have flipped through the case files of that case. There are too many things that don't make sense. If little Wei En is Batman, then of course he won't trust any police, including me."

"The police in Cat Getan City..." Gordon said with some emotion: "I know the police in this city are like decorations, and nothing can be expected from them." He looked a bit dejected, sighed, took a sip of coffee, and then remained silent.

Schiller said: "As a stone in the mud, you are already hard enough. You can't expect anyone to fish you out. It's best to roll bigger and bigger yourself. When you occupy the entire mud, this place will be no different from an asphalt road."

"Is that what you think? Do you think I should continue on this path?" Gordon also looked a bit confused.

It was no wonder he was so depressed. The case he broke with huge risks and countless energy was snatched by others. Even if it was snatched, Gordon was just for justice. But now someone, for the sake of profit, even wanted to let go of a murderer who slaughtered dozens of civilians. This was really a not-so-small blow to Gordon.

Schiller smiled and said: "Detective Gordon, it seems you need a psychological consultation. But very coincidentally, I happen to be a psychologist, and it's free."

Gordon smiled reluctantly and said: "I have seen your resume in the files, Professor Schiller. Having a well-known psychologist like you provide psychological treatment for me, let's just treat it as my year-end bonus. Anyway, thank you."

Schiller said: "You're welcome. It's my honor to provide help to a good policeman in Cat Getan."

Gordon's smile was even more reluctant. He said like a sigh: "A good policeman? Perhaps..." ===== CHAPTER 18 =====