Chapter 2980

"I have heatstroke."

Dick, holding the phone, asked in disbelief: "What? Professor? What happened to you?!"

"I said I have heatstroke and am resting in the hospital now. You'd better be honest lately. If you enter the police station again, no one will bail you out."

Dick put down the phone with a dull face and turned to Jason next to him: "Professor Schiller said he has heatstroke and is resting in Arkham Asylum now. What do you think is going on?"

"What do you mean what's going on?" Jason said while flipping through the data: "Does heatstroke need a reason? Isn't this broken weather hot enough?"

"But that's Professor Schiller."

"He said he doesn't have superpowers anymore."

"Then you believe it?"

"The key is not whether we believe it or not. He also said he didn't have mind reading before. Did it delay him from doing anything?" Jason hummed lightly and said: "Compared to that, you'd better come and see these data quickly."

Dick had to put down his doubts and walked over. Jason handed him another copy of the printed data. Dick saw "Polokin Community Child Disappearance Case Report" written on the paper.

He weighed this stack of data. The thickness was about half a palm. Dick couldn't help but click his tongue. Although the number of missing children in Cat Getan every year is countless, the community where that boarding high school is located doesn't have a large population, and having so many missing children cases is still a bit outrageous.

Dick flipped through the data and found that the situation was better than he imagined, because there were many of Aisha's annotations, such as someone in a certain child's family worth noting, or the time a certain child went missing was a bit special, etc.

Dick was actually not very good at reading. He flipped through these data roughly and found the suspicious point, which was that almost all these missing children went to school in Polokin's community school.

Then, under Jason's explanation, he understood that this was not strange. Only children whose family conditions were good enough to go to school would their parents report to the police after they went missing, while someone like Jason who mixed on the streets and disappeared one day wouldn't have anyone go to find the police, naturally not leaving a case report.

And this community was not big. The community only had one elementary school and one junior high school, so most of the children in the community would go to school here, which is to say most of the children in the community were classmates, and outsiders were relatively rare.

"Is this data normal?" Dick asked.

Jason shook his head and said: "In the most chaotic era of Cat Getan, it was actually more dangerous within the city. This community is located in a remote place with a small population. Gangs couldn't develop industries here, so naturally they didn't have time to manage this place, and instead it should be relatively quiet."

"But we compared the number of missing children cases in this community with surrounding communities and certain street blocks in the city, and found that the number of missing children cases here is abnormally high. You look at this again."

Jason handed over another document. After Jason took it, he found that it was a linear statistical chart. The horizontal line represented the year, the vertical line represented the number of missing children cases, and this curve, which was originally quite flat, suddenly had a dragon raising its head at a node ten years ago, and the number suddenly soared to an abnormal level.

"Ten years ago..." Dick muttered while going to flip through the previous data, and then he found that the elementary school and middle school in the community were established ten years ago.

Dick immediately had some realization and said: "These two schools have problems, so the reason for the school's closure back then was likely not poor management, but the high incidence of missing children."

But unexpectedly, Jason shook his head and said: "You look at those case reports carefully again."

Dick picked one out and looked at it carefully, then changed to another one. His eyebrows gradually wrinkled, and he said: "These children all went missing outside the school... But then again, if they went missing inside the school, the parents would definitely go to find trouble with the school. This school wouldn't be able to open for a day."

"But if they didn't go missing inside the school, why did the school close back then? Do these two things really have no connection at all?"

"This is exactly what we are going to investigate next. Tim helped us rent a house in the Polokin community, in the southeast corner of the community, very close to that forest. Next, we have to investigate according to these case reports, going to the place where each child went missing back then."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Dick put down the data immediately. Compared to making inferences and analysis here, he hoped to take action directly.

"It's not that simple," Jason said: "Tim just called to say that the cameras he placed in a community next to this community captured many outsiders. They all appeared within the last week."

"I'm afraid some people know that someone is investigating this matter," Dick sighed and said: "Unsurprisingly, they are definitely guilty of a guilty conscience."

"So it's not the two of us going, but you taking Raven," Jason sat on the sofa and looked up at Dick, saying: "You are responsible for the investigation, Raven is responsible for protecting you."

Dick opened his mouth, but still said: "Although I don't hope Rachel gets involved, I guess she will be very happy."

"We also don't want to involve innocent people, but the problem is that this group of people can be so vicious to attack so many children. In order to cover up the crimes of the past, they are probably capable of any means. It's best if you aren't discovered, but if you are discovered, someone must be able to guarantee your life safety."

"If I am discovered, what do you hope Raven will do?" Dick asked the key.

"Immediately take you away, don't have a direct conflict with them. I know Raven is very strong and can eliminate them all by moving her fingers, but don't do this, that might startle the snake."

Jason stood up and continued to analyze: "The other party thinks we are ordinary people who can be hurt, so they will take action. Once they realize we are actually monsters, they will never show their heads again."

"I understand, I'll go contact Rachel now."

Not long after, Raven came. She was clearly just out of class, now looking like a full-fledged high school girl, half unable to see that she could use magic.

After listening to Dick and Jason finish their plan, Raven said: "Didn't I tell you? The clones that invaded Cat Getan at that time were hit by my magic. I can perfectly control them now. Although the remaining number is not many, they are almost exactly the same as humans and are not afraid of death. Perhaps I can take them?"

Jason and Dick looked at each other. Jason said: "We forgot about this. If so, perhaps a more efficient plan can be formulated."

"What do you want to do?" Raven asked.

"Do these clones have social identities?"

"Most of them have, but some are theoretically dead people because their main bodies were wiped out."

"How many of these people are there?"

"About a dozen."

Dick and Jason had a tacit understanding. He laughed and said: "When they start investigating the identity of the person being tracked, only to find that the other party is already dead, the expression will definitely be very wonderful."

The New Warriors team and the Guardians of the Galaxy members followed Helen to Wei En Manor last night. There was a swimming pool in the backyard of the manor. They set up a few parasols and played in the swimming pool to cool off.

Rocket Raccoon was really unlucky. He had I don't know how much fur plucked by Aisha all night, and in the end, he could only admit his bad luck, being held in Aisha's arms like a pet and running around the courtyard.

Of course, it wasn't that there was no serious work being done. Helen was still investigating Williams's real estate company, focusing on investigating the procedures for this guy to get the land next to Schiller's house, wanting to find out if there was anything unreasonable.

However, there was too little information that could be found online. Even if borrowing the professional information database of the Wei En Group, it could only roughly infer the time when the contract review was effective, and the specific contract content could not be seen.

Land in the United States is not public ownership. Land is like other commodities, can be bought and sold, and can be traded privately. If it is a company transaction, it is also considered part of commercial secrets and will not be easily known by others. Being able to get the rough transaction time is already considered the power of the Wei En Group's information database.

But heaven doesn't cut off all paths. Helen searched with Williams's photo and found a special group photo. In the picture, Williams, with a red face, and a man wearing a white shirt and glasses, who looked like an elite, took a group photo. The banner behind vaguely wrote "East Coast Land Trading Investment Intention Exchange Meeting".

With this name, Helen immediately went to search in the Wei En Group's information database again, and then she discovered that this was a trading conference jointly held by several cities on the East Coast every year, and the main content was land trading.

And the date this conference was held was about the same as the time the land transaction near Schiller's house was reached, which is to say, Williams was very likely to have bought that land through this trading conference.

Then the person who took a group photo with him was likely the key to facilitating this transaction. From Williams's brilliant smile, it could be seen that getting this land was a huge profit for him, so this man would help him, rather than someone else getting the land, which proved that their relationship was not shallow.

Searching again with this man's photo, the new news report made Helen open her eyes in surprise—"Cat Getan mayoral candidate popular candidate Hilos Nigma published important views on urban economic development, claiming that he would help this city rebuild the financial industry."

Helen's gaze fell steadily on the photo on the front page of the news report. This Mr. Nigma was in a suit and leather shoes, revealing a decent smile...

The originally rosy and shiny complexion gradually became pale, the smile also disappeared, and the gray-blue pupils became lifeless. Reflecting on them, apart from the pale lights of the morgue, only Gordon's face remained.

Gordon pulled the white cloth back up, sighed and said: "When was the corpse discovered?"

"6 o'clock this morning, Chief," a female police officer next to her said with a record report: "In an alley on the only way to his office building, he was found naked. The conclusion given by the forensic doctor is... he was frozen to death."

"Frozen to death?!" Gordon turned to look at his subordinate and said: "He obviously couldn't have been frozen to death naturally, right?"

"Of course, Chief, but there were no signs of fighting on him, and no clues were left at the place where the corpse was found. Currently, apart from the cause of death, we have nothing."

Gordon's face sank, and he said: "I just learned that this guy is a popular mayoral candidate. Dying at this time, we must give everyone an explanation."

"Do you want to check the cold storage?" The subordinate suggested: "There are several cold storage facilities nearby. We can screen them one by one. Maybe we can find some clues."

"Do you know what the surnames of those cold storage facilities are?" Gordon's face didn't improve at all. He said: "If you had come a few years earlier, as long as this proposal was heard by someone, you wouldn't see the sun tomorrow morning."