Chapter 2979

When Schiller climbed the hillside again, Pamela was already waiting there. Her mental state looked much better than before. Sure enough, debt makes people age.

Schiller looked far into the distance and found that the growth of this forest was much better than before. It seems that Pamela also adjusted the proportion of plants here during the fire prevention process, making this forest healthier.

Schiller didn't wait long and said directly: "Help me find a special flowerpot in that high school."

"Flowerpot?" Pamela said somewhat confusedly: "What's special about a flowerpot? Are there any special patterns?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "There is a drainage hole at the bottom."

Pamela said somewhat speechlessly: "Which flowerpot doesn't have a drainage hole at the bottom? If there isn't, the roots will rot... Okay, okay, I'll try."

After speaking, she began to manipulate all the plants in the boarding high school building not far from the forest, letting them lower their heads to look at the flowerpots under their butts.

After looking for a long time, Pamela said: "The flowerpots in this school should be purchased uniformly. They look about the same. They are the kind of very ordinary white gardening plastic pots with a hole at the bottom."

"Can you feel if there is any foreign object in the soil in a certain flowerpot?"

This time Pamela concentrated for longer than ever before, clearly using the exhaustive method to eliminate. But this was actually not easy, because plant roots don't have sensory cells. To check if there is any foreign object, you have to stimulate the roots in a short time until they fill the entire flowerpot. The place where the root growth is obstructed is the foreign object.

But this required quite a lot of power. After checking, Pamela sat on the ground and said: "There are seven or eight suspicious flowerpots, basically on every floor."

"Can you dig out the foreign object?"

"Even if I can dig it out, I can't send it over," Pamela said: "Those delicate gardening plants can't bear too much power, and there are security guards in the school, who will be discovered."

"Okay, follow me."

"What are you going to do?"

"Of course, it's to screen the flowerpots."

"My god," Pamela stood up with her hands on her hips. It was already very late at night. She clearly wanted to go back to sleep, but unfortunately, the greening work in Cat Getan hadn't been done well before. If she didn't put in some effort now, she would really be in big trouble.

The two sneaked into the school. This was not difficult for Schiller, but if they dug the soil in the flowerpots on the spot, it would inevitably delay time and leave traces, so they decided to take the flowerpots away directly. No one would notice if a few pots of flowers were lost in such a big school.

Schiller got a small cart from Warehouse Street, Pamela moved the flowerpots up, then put them in the trunk of Schiller's car, and the two returned to Arkham Asylum together.

At this time, the sky was already bright, but Schiller had no intention of sleeping at all. He began to check those flowerpots one by one, first taking out the plants, breaking up the soil, and checking what the foreign objects inside were.

Most of the foreign objects in the flowerpots were cigarette butts, stones, wood fragments, etc., which should have been accidentally mixed in when turning the garden soil, but in one slightly yellowish flowerpot, Schiller found a small piece of bone.

This bone was very recognizable. It was the pisiform bone on the human palm, which was the bone protruding from the root of the palm, almost a unique bone of humans, marking the difference between human hand structure and other primates.

Schiller looked at this pisiform bone carefully. He was sure that this bone also didn't belong to an adult, but should belong to a child of about seven or eight years old, because the palm itself was very small, so this bone was really as big as a pea. If it weren't for Pamela checking carefully, it would definitely have been missed.

However, precisely because this bone was too small and its position in the palm was unique, if this bone was missing, all the other bones in the palm looked reasonable when put together. A professional serial killer wouldn't notice the problem, which is why it was possible to be hidden secretly.

Next was to find the owner of this bone. If nothing unexpected happened, he should have passed away for a long time, but as long as he once lived, it was impossible not to leave any traces.

After squinting for a while in the morning, Schiller took the bone to the Cat Getan Police Station, but he didn't alarm too many people, only saying externally that he had something to find the Chief, and came to Gordon's office.

He handed the bone placed in a transparent sealed bag to Gordon and said: "Find a way to help me check who the owner of this bone is."

"Do you want to do a gene comparison?"

"I'm not sure you will have his genes. It's best if you can compare the results. If you can't compare, find a way to screen the missing children in the Polokin community in the last ten years. I think there will be discoveries."

Gordon immediately realized something. His face became serious and said: "I will do both at the same time. I will give you news at the latest tonight."

"No, it's best if you don't go to check with great fanfare," Schiller shook his head and said: "Someone was watching me yesterday. It seems they wanted to shoot me by taking advantage of the mental patient causing trouble..."

Gordon gasped and walked quickly to Schiller, saying: "Are you okay?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "You underestimate me too much. They couldn't find any professional killers, just a group of desperate people for money."

"Then you still come here so swaggeringly today, isn't it clearly telling them that you found something?" Gordon's intuition in this regard had always been very sharp. He said: "Are you trying to attract their attention here?"

"That's right, Chief. I'm just an ordinary psychology professor. Even if I have suspicions about certain cases, the most I should do is tell the police, and you really have the ability to find out something."

Gordon walked back to his seat slowly and sat down, saying: "Yes, you should indeed do this, because if only you have evidence, they will try every means to silence you, but if you hand the evidence to the police station, they will be afraid of throwing a rat to protect the vessel, because everyone knows I am a hard bone. I didn't give up when the situation in Cat Getan was that bad back then, and now there is even less reason to compromise."

"But they will definitely try," Schiller said: "Trying to figure out how much you know by side-striking, trying every means to hinder the investigation, and even possibly jumping over the wall in a hurry, wanting to do it once and for all."

Gordon sneered and said: "There are too many people who think like them. Where are these people now? The Cat Getan gangs of the past couldn't defeat me, and they definitely won't be able to!"

"I attract their attention to you, also so that I can investigate more," Schiller sat on a chair to the side and said: "They will definitely think that I just happened to get some clues, but don't know the cause and effect, don't have that energy, and don't have the ability to investigate, so I am not important instead."

"When they spend all their energy on hindering your investigation, the protection for other places will weaken, and then perhaps I will have a chance to find out."

"In any case, I still want to remind you to pay attention to safety," Gordon said: "The Cat Getan Police Station is energetic and well-equipped, and I will never act alone. I am full of experience in preventing these villains, but you are different. You are always alone. Now that you don't have superpowers, it's easier to capsize in the gutter."

"Do you think I wouldn't have thought of this?" Schiller smiled and said: "I brought Amanda over, not just to let her pester Williams. You know, this stupid girl is only interested in me forever."

Gordon sighed and said: "Have you ever thought that she is actually not stupid, just too obsessed, and can never let go of her family."

"I'm just stating my standard. In my opinion, Batman is also stupid. People who can't let go are always stupid, but they are willing to be such stupid people themselves. What can I do."

Gordon stood in front of the office window watching Schiller get into the car. When his gaze fell on the transparent plastic bag in his hand, he also realized the same problem as Schiller—this bone didn't belong to an adult, but should come from a child.

Gordon's mind flashed with his daughter's face. She was so innocent and cute, from crying in the swaddling clothes, to learning to crawl, walk, speak, recognize words...

Time couldn't leave more traces on this police chief's face. He seemed to have defeated everything in this world, more like a winner than all Batmans. At this time, a raging fire was burning in his eyes, and that long-lost heart of justice began to beat frantically again.

Returning to Arkham Asylum, there were two gods standing at the entrance of the office, all wearing uniforms similar to the FBI, just with a purple shield logo on their chests.

The door was opened, and Amanda stood at the door with a not-so-good face. She seemed to treat this as her own home completely and said to Schiller: "Come in."

Schiller didn't care about her either, walked in slowly, and then asked: "You didn't move that umbrella, did you? Or did you touch it out of curiosity and then were knocked down by it?"

"Why do you put such dangerous items in your office? My two subordinates fainted because of this!" Amanda roared at him: "They didn't even touch it, just looked at it!"

"Then you should tell them that when dealing with mysterious things, look less at what shouldn't be looked at," Schiller said: "Since the so-called Federal Shield has been established, haven't you considered recruiting a few real magicians who know the ropes?"

Amanda was choked and said: "How could magicians be willing to come here to take office? How much money do I have to pay them to compensate for the organs they traded out?"

"The second sentence is the point. After all, money can make ghosts grind flour. If you are willing to pay, there are still people who can sell their lives for you."

"I created clones just to do this," Amanda crossed her arms and sat opposite the desk, then said: "I don't believe the devil has no loopholes. Sooner or later, I will be able to cheat funding from their hands."

"Very ambitious," Schiller praised her rarely. If Amanda could really reach Nick's level, then the head of this DC version of SHIELD should be her.

But now it seems she is still a bit green, still thinking about using clones to deceive the devil, rather than really making some bad-to-say deals with the devil, but at least she won't kneel to the devil, which is already dutiful enough. After all, if the devil suddenly appeared in Congress one day, not many people's knees could not land.

"Then why did you come to find me again?" Schiller asked.

Amanda pursed her lips and said: "That Williams... my subordinates got some intelligence from him. I think you might be interested. Shall we make a deal?"

Schiller narrowed his eyes slowly. Amanda didn't intend to sell him short either, but said: "I know, the Cat Getan City government recently obtained a sum of funds for upgrading urban greening, and Williams also knows."

"What does he want to do?"

"He thinks that if this fund is invested in finance, it will bring greater benefits to the city. He has united several real estate companies and is trying to lobby the City Council."

"Your good mayor, although he is still in power now, everyone knows that he will rise one day. This may be his last or second-to-last term, and the candidate for the next term has not yet been determined."

"Does the mayoral candidate happen to have a financial expert?" Schiller asked.

Amanda took out a document from the side and handed it to Schiller, then said: "You can see for yourself."