Chapter 252

When entering the Cobblepot old house, Victor and Schiller were both taken aback. This place was simply like it had just been violently bombed.

Victor looked down at the pool of blood in the hall, he shouted: "Oswald!! Are you there? Oswald Cobblepot!... Cobblepot!"

Schiller held his shoulder and pointed to the bloodstain and said: "In the washroom."

Victor walked across the hall like flying, then rushed into the washroom. He saw Cobblepot, who was pale, lying in the corner of the wall, covered in blood.

He walked in quickly, shook Cobblepot. Victor looked down and saw. Cobblepot, on his left shoulder and upper arm, had a wound deep enough to see the bone, and other places were also covered in wounds. He was holding a mobile phone in his right hand, which was obviously the one that just called Victor.

"What is going on? Where is your mother? Old Mrs. Cobblepot?"

Hearing the word mother, Cobblepot's head moved, and a sound like a disc skipping came from his throat: "Second floor... second floor bedroom..."

"You watch him here, I'll go up and see."

As he spoke, Schiller walked toward the second floor from the doorway of the washroom, passed through a somewhat narrow corridor, and then walked up the creaking stairs. There was a heavier bloody smell on the second floor.

Schiller came to the bedroom on the second floor. Old Mrs. Cobblepot lay beside the bed in the bedroom, one hand on the sheet, and a large amount of fresh blood had dyed more than half of the sheet red. After Schiller walked over, he found that she should have committed suicide by slitting her wrists about an hour ago.

However, at this time, the wound was not bleeding much. Schiller leaned close to Old Mrs. Cobblepot's arm to look at it. The wound was very deep, but the position was wrong. The blood had coagulated. He pressed Old Mrs. Cobblepot's chest again and found that her heartbeat and breathing were fairly strong.

Obviously, Cobblepot's mother wanted to commit suicide by slitting her wrists. Her attitude was very firm, but she did not succeed due to lacking some common sense. Schiller took out a needle, pushed it into Mrs. Cobblepot, saw the healing effect start to take effect, and Schiller stood up and walked downstairs.

Victor also had the healing needle Schiller gave him. When Schiller walked to the doorway of the washroom, Victor had just put away the needle tube. Soon, Cobblepot regained consciousness.

Victor squatted beside him, sighed and said: "What is going on? Why didn't you call me earlier?"

Cobblepot's eyes looked somewhat blankly at the ceiling. Schiller stood aside, and the shadow cast by the light fell on Cobblepot. He turned his eyeballs to look at Schiller. Schiller said to him: "Your mother is fine."

Cobblepot closed his eyes and turned his head to one side. A desperate and tired expression that should not appear on a child of this age appeared on his face. Victor sighed, did not care about the bloodstains on Cobblepot, helped him up from the ground, and then helped him to the sofa in the living room.

Although Victor was just a scholar, obviously, Cobblepot was thinner and weaker. Victor did not spend much effort to frame him to the sofa. Victor looked at Cobblepot's sorry state, stood by the sofa and said to Schiller: "You watch him, I'll go find him a coat."

Schiller sat down on the other side of the sofa, tidied his sleeves. Cobblepot's expression had been somewhat dull, even the gloominess of weekdays was gone.

Waiting for Victor to walk down with a coat and put it on Cobblepot, Schiller called Gordon. Soon, Gordon walked in wearing a uniform, still carrying damp water vapor and cold wind. Once he saw the situation in the old house, he covered his forehead and said: "Professor Schiller, what are you going to do again? What did you do again???"

Ten minutes later, several people framed Cobblepot and Mrs. Cobblepot to the car, and then sent them to the hospital.

Thanks to the lizard serum needle Schiller got from Dr. Connors, when sent to the hospital, Mrs. Cobblepot had no life danger, just a bit of excessive blood loss, needing hospitalization for observation. And the younger Cobblepot's wound had almost healed and did not need treatment.

So, they returned to the Cobblepot old house again. After this toss, several people were covered in rainwater. At this time, it was already past 3:00 AM. Cat Getan's night sky was already pitch black, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

"A bit cold, have a cup of hot tea."

Two minutes later, Victor stood in the messy kitchen, finally found a water pot from a cabinet, facing the stove full of debris, he was somewhat at a loss.

Suddenly, he heard some movement behind him. Victor turned his head and saw Cobblepot stepping over the debris piled at the kitchen door, walking in and saying: "I'll boil the water."

Cobblepot lowered his head, Victor could not see his expression. He handed the water pot in his hand to Cobblepot and said: "Go."

Schiller did not sit on the sofa again, but squatted on the ground, looking at the overturned debris. He wiped the dust on the ground with his fingers lightly and said: "It seems that these things were turned out at different times."

"These bloodstains..." Schiller looked at them. There were about four or five bloodstains in the hall, but they were all very small, more like accidentally dripped. The only large amount of fresh blood that was more frightening was the pool they saw when they entered the door, which had not dried yet.

"Has it worsened again?" Schiller muttered to himself. In the process of his investigation of the scene, the hot water was boiled, and Cobblepot walked over with a tray.

That was a wooden tray carved with patterns, and the cup on it was also an exquisite ceramic cup, but matched with his half-new, half-old clothes and thin figure, it appeared somewhat funny.

Victor took the cup from his hand, then picked up one and distributed it to Schiller. Schiller took a look inside the cup. There was only clear water. After Cobblepot put down the tray, he rubbed the tail of his shirt with his hands somewhat embarrassedly and said: "There is no tea, I haven't gone out to buy it recently."

Victor took a sip of hot water, waved his hand, let Cobblepot sit down, and asked with great concern: "What is going on? Didn't you say before that your mother was much better after taking the medicine?"

Cobblepot regained some sanity. He touched the handle of the cup, which was missing a piece. When Cobblepot's fingers rubbed there, he pursed his lips, revealed a bitter smile, and said: "... It is indeed much better."

Schiller took a sip of hot water, feeling a warm current flow through his chest. When Cobblepot's eyes looked at him, he was also looking at Cobblepot. That kind of gaze carrying calm power made Cobblepot relax a lot.

"After I was discharged from the hospital, I returned to work in the Living Hell. Most places in Cat Getan were frozen, and the underground of the Living Hell was no exception."

"This caused the tap water system here to be damaged. In order to use water normally, I had to lead the original gang members to repair the tap water system."

"I did quite well. Although I didn't understand some core devices, the water pipes and lines could still be repaired..."

"Everyone needs to drink water, everyone counts on me. Soon, I had a great reputation among the gangs here, and also earned quite a bit of money."

"Because the Living Hell underground is installed with a very advanced water purification system, the tap water system here recovered faster than other places, therefore. We could sell the water source to residents in other surrounding areas earlier..."

Cobblepot's tone was very calm when saying this, but Victor widened his eyes and looked at Cobblepot, saying: "I didn't even know you had the ability to mix with gangs and do business."

"He of course has it, otherwise he wouldn't survive." Schiller took another sip of water and said.

"I led the gangs to work, let them make money, they all believed in me, I lived better and better, so..."

Cobblepot raised his eyes and looked at Schiller. Schiller said: "Are you doubting me? But I want to tell you, the medicine I prescribed for your mother is symptomatic."

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Cobblepot shook his head and said: "No, I am not doubting that there is a problem with the medicine. Actually, those medicines are very effective, especially when my mom falls into an excited state."

"She took those medicines for a period of time and began to become clearer and clearer. Even one night, we sat by the bed and talked about things in the past. She could remember fragments of my childhood. We haven't chatted like that for a long time."

"Then what is going on? Victor asked suspiciously: "Since the condition has improved, how could she still..."

Cobblepot's body began to tremble somewhat, his eye sockets began to turn red, and his voice also became somewhat trembling: "It is precisely because she has become clear, it is precisely because..."

He tried hard to swallow his saliva, took a deep breath, and said: "Before the drug treatment, she was a bit crazy."

"When she started to go crazy, I couldn't deal with her at all, and could only wait for her to go drink water when she was tired. However, when this symptom became more and more serious, she began to attack me..."

Victor turned his head and looked at the dried bloodstains in the house. Cobblepot's hands were clasped together, his fingers tightly intertwined, saying: "At first, she just threw things at me. My ear was scratched and bled a little..."

"Then, she began to hack with a knife. I was afraid she would hurt herself, so I could only find a way to go up and snatch the knife..."

"My arms and legs were all cut by her, but fortunately the wounds were not deep. I bandaged myself and then hid those blood-stained clothes."

"But..." Cobblepot's voice trembled more and more severely. Victor heard a trace of crying in it.

"After the drug treatment started, I cleaned up the bloodstains in the house as much as possible, but I was very busy at that time, there were too many things waiting for me, too many people counting on me, I had to go make money to buy medicine, I couldn't take care of my wounds, and when I was hurriedly cleaning up the house, some bloodstains were pressed under the messy debris, and I didn't find them."

"After my mom became clear, one night, when I was sleeping, she walked into my bedroom. One of my arms was outside the quilt and was seen by her. She asked me where those wounds came from..."

"I didn't dare tell her."

"When I came back tonight, I found that the house had been turned into this, the bloodstains on the ground were turned out by her, and those blood-stained clothes were also found by her. I smelled a very strong bloody smell. After going upstairs, I found... my mom committed suicide by slitting her wrists."

Cobblepot's lips had trembled to the point of not being able to spit out a word, tears flowed down his eye sockets. Victor's hand holding the cup also trembled somewhat. He heard Cobblepot continue: "Before you woke me up, my last memory was that I walked into the bedroom and saw a lot of blood..."

"Then why did you appear in the washroom on the first floor?"

"He should have also had an episode." Schiller said to Victor: "The wound on his shoulder was likely caused by himself."

"He saw the scene of his mother committing suicide, could not accept this stimulation, staggered downstairs, used that table knife to scratch himself, blood spilled in the hall, then passed by the sofa, and ran into the washroom..."

"But fortunately..." Schiller looked at Cobblepot, "You still had a last trace of sanity, which made you take out your mobile phone and call Victor."