Chapter 2977

After Aisha's investigation, this blonde woman's surname was Richie, and she was a member of the former Richie family. However, she was not the biological daughter of the gang boss, just a cousin, but even so, she could be considered a young lady from a quite good background.

The information on personnel related to gangs was relatively detailed. Aisha discovered that this Miss Richie died of a severe allergy ten years ago. At that time, she and Bob had been married for three years and had no children, and after she died, Bob did not remarry.

Aisha immediately realized that Miss Richie's death was not simple, because too many things happened at the node of ten years ago.

Ten years ago, the Ward-Laid Engineering team encountered a management crisis and was about to go bankrupt, but suddenly received investment from Williams's real estate company. In the same year, Bob entered the Ward-Laid Engineering team and became a manager. It was also in the same year that the junior high school and elementary school closed and demolished the school buildings because of poor management, and it was still in the same year that Bob's wife, Miss Richie, died.

Assuming Miss Richie's death was not an accident, but someone deliberately murdered her, then the biggest suspect was naturally the close husband, Bob. In that era ruled by gangs, if Bob dared to take action, he would definitely do it seamlessly. Another ten years had passed, and it would probably be very difficult to find any evidence.

But it was precisely because the gangs of that era were in their prime that even for his own future, Bob shouldn't have taken such a big risk. Once discovered, it would definitely be a place without a burial ground.

Then this meant that Bob had a reason that he had to kill his wife even at the risk of perishing together.

This reason shouldn't have much to do with the Ward-Laid Engineering team, or rather, it had nothing to do with anyone else, but rather that Miss Richie's existence itself had already threatened Bob's life safety, and the threat of her being alive was even higher than her being dead. Only in this way would Bob take action.

And for a wife from a gang, what would make her want to take her husband's life?

Although Aisha was still young, she also knew that general verbal disputes wouldn't develop to this extent, so it was more likely to be an affair.

After all, Bob at that time was still an obscure ordinary person, but Richie was a famous gang family. Bob married Miss Richie and should have gained a lot of benefits from the Richie family. Having an affair at this time, the gang would definitely give him a profound lesson.

But Aisha also had doubts. She also had some understanding of gang families. Generally speaking, for the sake of the daughter's face, they wouldn't make this matter too big. If it was just an affair, they would probably just kick this poor boy out and let him fend for himself.

With only this level of pressure, it wouldn't be enough to force Bob to take action. He must have done something even more damnable.

Defecting? Assassination? Eating inside and out?

These details had long been drowned in the years, and it was difficult to verify them again, but Aisha felt that it must be inseparable from the Ward-Laid Engineering team and Williams. They might have done certain things together and felt that after this matter was exposed, the Richie family wouldn't let him go, so they took the initiative to strike first and get rid of Miss Richie, who might have noticed this matter.

What could it be?

"Why did you suddenly call me over?" Helen looked up at Schiller somewhat confusedly, and accompanying her was another girl, who was the Squirrel Girl from the New Warriors team.

"Nothing, just felt that if only Doreen was there, it wouldn't be safe enough."

"Safe? You mean, during the process of you doing hypnosis, someone might attack you?" Helen said somewhat confusedly.

"It's not coming for me," Schiller shook his head and said: "In short, you two, one guards outside the door, one guards outside the window. Don't let anyone in during the hypnosis process. If anyone wants to force their way in, give them some color to see."

"Then what if it's Brand?"

"He won't force his way in," Schiller said: "Even if someone says Dr. Brand asked him to come over, you must not let him in. Remember, no matter who they are, what credentials they hold, or how tough they are, don't allow them to enter."

"I understand," Helen nodded and said. She could also roughly guess what was going on.

Arkham Asylum was after all a medical institution operating externally. It was crowded and noisy here, and anyone could mix in. If someone wanted to cause trouble, he could be any identity, a curious patient, a doctor on routine check, a cleaner on duty on time...

Her and Squirrel Girl's job was to guard the room where Schiller was, not letting anyone in, so that the hypnotic treatment could be completed smoothly.

Schiller walked into the office and began to arrange the scene for hypnosis. His office in Arkham Asylum itself had a compartment used for hypnosis, but it was relatively cramped, so Schiller pushed the bed directly to the center of the more spacious office.

Then he began to adjust the scene and lighting of the room. Although under normal circumstances his hypnosis didn't rely on external objects, having a warm environment also made it easier for people to relax and speed up the progress of hypnosis.

Just as Schiller was preparing upstairs, Cobblepot also came to Edward's ward, intending to comfort him and let him not have any fear of this strange therapy.

In the past, it was always Edward going to Cobblepot's mother's ward. Although Cobblepot had also entered Edward's ward a few times, he didn't stay long for fear of stimulating him. This time was also the first time he sat down.

As soon as he walked in, he saw a nurse coaxing Edward, wanting to take away the riddle book in his hand. Cobblepot walked over and greeted him. The nurse smiled helplessly and said: "Good evening, sir. It's medicine time now. Can you chat after he finishes taking the medicine?"

Cobblepot nodded. The nurse coaxed him there in a good-natured way for more than ten minutes before finally seizing an opportunity to take the riddle book from Edward's hand, attracting his attention to the medicine, and letting him take the medicine properly.

After the nurse left, Cobblepot sat down opposite Edward. Edward smiled shyly at him. Cobblepot observed that his facial and neck muscles would still twitch, and his attention was not very concentrated. He felt it might be because no one read riddles to him today, so he deliberately said: "Have you thought of any good riddles lately? Edward?"

Edward smiled brilliantly and immediately discussed it with him. The two chatted about riddles for more than ten minutes before Cobblepot had the opportunity to talk to him about the hypnotic therapy.

What surprised Cobblepot was that Edward didn't seem afraid. He listened very carefully. At certain moments, it even made Cobblepot feel that he wasn't a madman at all, but a normal person concentrating on a certain job, and even most normal people couldn't be so focused.

"... So, just leave everything to Professor Schiller. He is professional enough. You just need to follow his instructions, and you don't need to worry about anything else... Who?!"

A black shadow flashed past the door. Cobblepot stood up very alertly, but he didn't leave Edward, just stood in place and picked up his phone.

The current Oswald Cobblepot was no longer the poor boy struggling in the slums back then. Even if he came to accompany his mother in the hospital, he brought enough manpower.

Not long after, two strong men in suits came to the door, one waiting by the door, one walking in, and then a female subordinate led a group of people to start searching in the room.

Worried about stimulating Edward, Cobblepot pulled the screen next to the hospital bed and never left his original position.

Cobblepot, who had been following Alberto and had many years of anti-assassination experience, understood that any sound in the distance could be the other party's diversionary tactic. In this situation, those who ran out were fools. Standing still in place and calling for people was the wise move.

Like in the movies, subordinates who ran away when there was a little sound in the distance, leaving the boss alone in place, deserved to be shot ten times.

Cobblepot moved to the edge of the screen. The capable female subordinate shook her head at him, and then another young man walked over, holding a mobile phone to show Cobblepot the surveillance footage.

The surveillance in the corridor captured that it was actually just a nurse passing by. The surveillance screen showed that it was the nurse who gave Edward medicine before pushing a small cart past, not stopping at the door, nor looking inside, but Cobblepot didn't let down his vigilance at all. He said to his subordinates: "Go check this nurse."

After the others left, Cobblepot decided to stay. Before the hypnosis started, he wouldn't leave Edward again.

It had been about half an hour when an abnormal sound came from outside the door. Soon, the two strong men following the female subordinate who had left before dragged a person in, and it was the female nurse.

Cobblepot frowned slightly and looked at his subordinate. The check he mentioned was just an investigation. They were now decent businessmen who had washed their hands and come ashore. This kind of gang method was a bit too unrefined.

"Boss, the surveillance footage clearly captured her going downstairs, but one of my boys saw someone in the room on the right through the crack of the door. When we went in, she was hiding in the wardrobe, clearly having a ghost in her heart."

Cobblepot's face eased a lot. He looked at the female nurse and said: "Who are you? Why hide in the room next door?"

"I was just tidying things up there..." The nurse clearly revealed a hesitant look. She opened her mouth and suddenly looked up at Edward, but Cobblepot didn't see any intense emotions like hatred in her eyes, but rather a very complex worry.

"Tell me your name first, and what problem you encountered. Perhaps I can help you solve it," Cobblepot said.

"Are you Oswald Cobblepot? The young man who followed the Godfather before?"

Cobblepot wasn't surprised at all that she would know his name. After all, accompanying his mother to live here for so long, they all used their real names, and the surname Cobblepot wasn't very common, making it easy to associate with the Cobblepot Group.

But she actually knew that he had followed the Godfather before, whether it was the old Godfather or the young Godfather, this was enough to prove that she was not just a simple nurse.

Cobblepot looked at this nurse carefully again. She was actually not young, but it was also normal. The nurses in Arkham Asylum basically didn't have delicate little girls. After all, young nurses basically couldn't beat this group of mentally ill people with developed limbs. They recruited married women who were older and had strength and means.

This nurse looked to be about 40 years old, not well-maintained, so she looked a bit old, but the tone of her speech revealed a gentleness from the inside out, and she shouldn't look like a gang member or a killer.

"My name is Helis... I am indeed a nurse, but I once worked at the Polokin Community Hospital. My husband is a construction worker."