Chapter 2978

Cobblepot didn't understand why she suddenly mentioned this, but this woman seemed to have a lot to say, and Cobblepot cautiously didn't interrupt her.

"We got married 15 years ago. After marriage, our relationship was always very good, and we had two cute children. But about 10 years ago, one day, he returned home soaked, appearing soul-less. I asked him what was wrong, and he wouldn't say."

"From then on, he started drinking heavily. Although he was always unclear, he never harmed me and the children. I heard him say some sleep talk, but I couldn't hear it clearly... Until one day four years ago, he went out and never came back."

"Is he dead?"

"I don't know, no one can find his corpse, perhaps he just disappeared."

"Then why did you come here? And why did you target Edward?"

The female nurse named Helis pursed her lips tightly. She looked up and stared closely at Cobblepot, asking: "Can I trust you?"

"Yes, ma'am," Cobblepot nodded and said: "And I also trust you, because all along you have taken good care of Edward. If it weren't for you, his condition wouldn't have recovered so quickly."

Cobblepot wasn't making up lies to gain her trust, but the fact was so, because he and his mother both suffered from hereditary mental illness, so he understood better that in the process of mental illness treatment, although scientific treatment is important, humanistic care is the key to recovery. Concern and care are especially important for mental illness patients, otherwise he wouldn't have put down most of his work to come here to accompany his mother personally.

When Edward first came here, his mental problems were very serious, almost completely without self-care ability. For patients in this situation, being able to recover to be almost the same as a normal person in just four years could be said to be a medical miracle. The doctor's treatment plan was certainly important, but it must also have been inseparable from the nurse's careful care.

Helis glanced at Edward next to her. She sighed and said: "He is very similar to my son. My eldest son is also always addicted to reading. When he is fascinated, he can't even hear me calling him to eat."

"Then can you tell me what's going on?"

Helis glanced outside the door. Cobblepot immediately signaled his subordinates with his eyes to close the door and watch it well. Helis sighed and said: "Someone has been watching Edward, because he knows an unbearable secret. Someone deliberately drove him crazy and sent him to a mental hospital, because the jury will never accept the testimony of a mental patient. No one will believe what a madman says."

"How do you know?"

"It's my husband. On the night he left four years ago, he told me a lot. He said that ten years ago, he saw evidence of evil in a demolition project he participated in, but he knew he couldn't bring them to justice at all."

Cobblepot recalled a bit. Ten years was long enough. Gotham ten years ago had almost no improvement. Apart from gangs running rampant, all kinds of dangerous characters emerged one after another. Everyone was unable to protect themselves. Pursuing justice and the rule of law at that time was completely a joke.

"Did he keep evidence?" Cobblepot asked.

Helis shook her head and said: "He didn't say much about the specific situation, but I guess he shouldn't have been able to contact the evidence, just saw it, and along with that demolition project, all the evidence was destroyed."

"And four years ago..."

"I guess he might have gone there again," Helis's hands were tightly clenched, her voice trembling a little as she said: "For these six years, he has been tormented by inner guilt. Apart from drinking, he also tried to investigate, and it was precisely from the investigation that he learned of Edward's existence."

"What is special about Edward?" When Cobblepot asked this question, he actually already had the answer in his heart.

"He might also be one of the eyewitnesses," Helis didn't say the words too dead. She said: "At least my husband thinks so. My husband didn't show that he knew the truth, but Edward must have been exposed, which is why they sent him to a mental hospital."

"Why not kill him?"

Helis shook her head gently and said: "I don't know either. Maybe there is some special reason. They couldn't kill him and could only let him live in a mental hospital."

Cobblepot nodded, which was considered accepting this statement, and then he asked again: "Did your husband tell you who the real murderer was?"

"No, he might also be worried about our safety, so he never spoke of this matter. If it weren't for the fact that he finally collapsed that night, I might never have known so much."

"Then you should at least know where he went."

Helis appeared a bit hesitant. She glanced at Edward and said nothing.

And soon, the time they agreed with Schiller arrived. Cobblepot pulled Edward up and said: "I'll have my subordinates send you over. You must listen to Professor Schiller, okay?"

Edward nodded.

After Edward left, Cobblepot looked at Helis and said: "That place has something to do with Edward, right?"

"Yes, that is the high school Edward attended, the Polokin Community Boarding High School."

Helen, who was blocking the door, gave Edward a position. Edward walked into the door. Schiller smiled at him and said: "Cobblepot should have already told you, right? Don't worry too much. Come, lie down here."

Edward was silent. He first sat on the bed, then lay down, staring blankly at the ceiling. Schiller turned off almost all the lights in the room, leaving only a small desk lamp behind Edward.

He brought the tape recorder over, pressed the recording button, and began to guide.

Following Schiller's guidance, Edward slowly relaxed, closed his eyes unconsciously, and let his consciousness sink into a piece of darkness. Soon, dots of starlight appeared before his eyes. Following the light spots, a wisp of consciousness returned to the depths of memory.

Schiller saw a huge maze. That was a school as big as a town, with countless corridors, classrooms, and offices layered on top of each other, and lonely ghosts wandering among them.

Schiller saw Edward fleeing in panic. Behind him, a monster like a mountain of meat was chasing him. That was a terrifying monster piled up by various human organs arranged in disorder. Hair, teeth, and reproductive organs were not in the positions they should have been.

"Answer... my... riddle..."

Schiller heard Edward answer.

"Tell me, what is your riddle?"

"Who is it?"

Schiller thought for a while and felt that Edward should be referring to that monster. Did he need to answer the monster's true identity himself?

"It is the principal," Schiller answered. This was clearly information that Edward had revealed before.

But why was it so coincidental? Or was it that he actually knew this day would come, so he leaked the questions in advance?

The scene changed, becoming an office, but only the floor, ceiling, and furniture furnishings of this office were normal. The four walls had become the bars of an iron cage.

Edward was in the iron cage office, and that meat mountain monster was outside the iron cage. And this time, on the side of the meat mountain monster facing Edward, a child revealed the upper half of his body, struggling helplessly and calling for help to Edward.

But in the end, he was still swallowed by that meat mountain monster.

"Answer... my... riddle..."

"What is it doing?"

Schiller paused slightly.

"It is foraging."

The scene changed again soon, this time becoming a pitch-black space, where you couldn't see your fingers, and you couldn't see anything.

Edward walked forward. Suddenly, he reached out and picked up something—it was a bone. The experienced Schiller immediately judged that this bone was not fully developed, did not belong to an adult, but should be a child's bone.

Suddenly, a hole appeared under Edward's feet. He fell down, and then woke up from the bed with a start.

Eye to eye, Schiller spat out a word.

"Flowerpot?"

That's right, he suspected that the pitch-black space at the end was a flowerpot, because the hole Edward fell into was almost exactly the same as the hole used for drainage at the bottom of the flowerpot.

Edward smiled brilliantly, but he didn't seem to know what he was smiling at either. He took a candy out of his pocket and handed it to Schiller, seemingly rewarding him for answering the riddle correctly.

Schiller was not in the mood to eat candy, but he still took it. Soon Edward was sent away. Schiller sat alone in the dim room.

Helen pushed the door in and ran to Schiller's side. Schiller handed the candy to her. Helen didn't understand, but still took it.

Unexpectedly, just as she peeled off the candy wrapper, Schiller snatched the candy back again, looked at Helen with a serious face and said: "Don't eat things given by others casually."

"You are not others," Helen snatched the candy back again, stuffed it into her mouth, chewed it and said: "And please, I am Doomsday, how are you going to poison the candy? Stuff a neutron star in it?"

Schiller was wandering away, seemingly not on the same channel as Helen at all. Helen pushed him, which made him wake up.

"Why did you call me over today? Isn't it enough to have Squirrel Girl? She is very powerful."

"The original plan was indeed only Squirrel Girl," Schiller nodded and said: "Actually, it's enough for her to guard the door and window alone. Bringing you is mainly because I'm afraid you'll go and provoke that Williams again."

Helen was a bit confused, but Schiller shook his head and said nothing. He wouldn't tell Helen what he saw when he was observing Williams.

Schiller stood up, picked up the phone on the side to call Pamela and said: "You accompany me to the forest tonight."

Then he looked at Helen again and said: "Take everyone to Wayne Manor. Don't go anywhere tonight."

Helen seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter. She nodded. The two of them walked downstairs together, but just as they reached the first floor, they encountered a mental patient going crazy. Helen immediately blocked in front of Schiller.

Schiller's attention was not on that crazy mental patient. Through the heavy shadows, he saw a pair of cold eyes staring at him.

The moment the person's hand touched his lower back, Schiller pulled Helen and took a step back behind the pillar in the lobby, then immediately opened the door of the registration office and walked in.

Feeling that the attention cast on him hadn't dissipated, Schiller said to Helen: "Can your Doomsday spores still be used?"

"Yes, what do you want to do?"

"Control that mental patient to hit a red-haired young man in the crowd, about 1.8 meters tall, with a mole on the left jaw,"

A faint light flashed in Helen's eyes. Soon the chaos in the lobby became louder, and screams came from time to time. Schiller stood on the side of the registration window and looked up, seeing the red-haired young man staring at him being pressed under the mental patient and beaten wildly.

Soon Brand rushed out from the stairs, shouting at everyone: "Scatter, scatter! Orderlies! Hurry up and put a straitjacket on him!!!"

Then his movements paused, and he turned his head sharply to look at another figure in the crowd. Helen, who was leaning on the registration window looking out, suddenly gasped and hurriedly retracted her head.

"Did I see it wrong?!" Helen looked at Schiller in disbelief, somewhat terrified and said: "What is that pitch-black thing?!"

"You didn't see it wrong," Schiller said without looking back: "The doctors here eat children. If you turned your head back later, he would have eaten you too."