Chapter 2981

In Gordon's office, he looked at the map on the desktop, and several of his old subordinates were shaking their heads and sighing.

"This guy is definitely deliberate," one strong male detective with a full beard said: "Where the corpse was found, the four cold storage facilities around it, one is surnamed Richie, one is surnamed Lawrence, one is surnamed Spencer, and one is surnamed fucking Falcone."

"But he was frozen to death," another capable female detective with short hair said: "If the cause of death is announced externally, it is almost clearly saying that the owners of these cold storage facilities around have suspicions, but if it is not announced, it won't drag on for too long. The reporters' cars are already coming this way."

"Don't announce it yet," Gordon said: "In a situation where there is no clue, don't offend reporters, let alone if I remember correctly, these cold storage facilities all adopted the latest refrigeration and preservation technology, which is to say, it is not cold inside the cold storage."

The people in front of the table frowned one after another. They really didn't understand the technical problems in this regard. Gordon paused for a moment and walked to the phone. Soon, Gotham University professor and famous cryogenics expert Victor Fries appeared in his office.

"Long time no see, Professor Fries. Is Nora better?"

"She is much better, can go back to class already. Why did you suddenly think of asking me about the cold storage? I haven't been a consultant for a long time."

"Yes, but you always have friendship with them. We just want to know now, did these four cold storage facilities all adopt the latest dense ice preservation technology, and is there any one that still has a traditional cold storage?"

Victor walked to the desk and looked at the map. After thinking for a while, he said: "I have an impression, these should all have used the latest technology, but to say who still retains a traditional cold storage... I remember it seems this one left a small ice storage."

Victor's finger pointed at one of the positions. Everyone's face became ugly, because this cold storage was Falcone's industry.

With the old Godfather returning to Italy and the new Godfather missing, the Falcone family's industries were all handed over to Cobblepot to manage. However, Gordon knew that in Cobblepot's heart, nothing was more important than his mother. With his mother's poor health, he would definitely not spare energy to do this kind of thing.

But various clues pointed to Cobblepot. Apart from the cold storage, Cobblepot was also one of the mayoral candidates. Although because of his mother's health problems, he didn't publicize it widely, seemingly intending to give up, his support rate was not low. The washed-up gangs all hoped to have someone who represented their interests to take office, and Cobblepot was the best candidate.

That is to say, after this Mr. Nigma died, Cobblepot was also one of the beneficiaries. With both motive and conditions, in an instant, he became the biggest suspect.

Involving two mayoral candidates meant that this must not be a simple murder case. Behind it might be a complex political game. Gordon felt his head buzzing.

But in any case, he didn't feel that Cobblepot would take action at this time. Gordon watched Cobblepot grow up. He knew that Cobblepot absolutely couldn't leave his mother for even half a minute at this time. Even if he bought a murderer, he wouldn't choose this time.

Suddenly Gordon remembered that Cobblepot's mother was recuperating in Arkham Asylum, so Cobblepot was in Arkham Asylum, and Schiller was also in Arkham Asylum now.

Alright, the case is solved. Now I know who did it.

But thinking about it again, Gordon felt it was wrong. If it were Schiller, he wouldn't throw Nigma's corpse directly into the alley like this. He would definitely do some kind of treatment to the corpse, and the method of treatment often indicated why he wanted to kill this person.

But Nigma's corpse was just thrown naked into an ordinary alley like this, with no external injuries on his body. Apart from being able to determine that he died of hypothermia, there were no clues or traces that could indicate why he died like this, which really didn't look like Schiller's handwriting.

To say that Schiller suddenly changed his nature, knew how to disguise, or the weather was too hot and he was too lazy to do it, Gordon didn't believe it even more. If there were no conditions to do it, he would rather not take action. As long as he took action, he would definitely do it perfectly.

If it wasn't Schiller, who else could it be?

Just then, the office door was knocked. A subordinate stood outside the door and said: "Chief, the inspection department said they found new clues. Do you want to go over and see?"

Gordon stood up immediately, and others followed behind him, including Victor. No one wanted to drive him away, so he followed Gordon to the inspection department smoothly.

Now the person in charge of the inspection department was a thin black man. He took an X-ray film and gave it to Gordon, then said: "We found something in the corpse's stomach, only if we don't open the abdominal cavity, we can't determine what it is specifically. Should we perform an autopsy?"

Gordon hesitated slightly and said: "Does he have any relatives?"

Another subordinate stood out and said: "We have already notified Mr. Nigma's wife and son. They indicated that as long as we can find the real murderer, we can take any investigation means."

"Did they come over?"

"No, because they don't want to meet reporters."

"A wise choice." Gordon walked to the bed where the corpse was placed. At this time, the white cloth had been removed. The corpse was preserved very well, almost like it was still alive. Gordon instinctively felt something was wrong.

"Has the corpse not started to rot yet?"

"We were just about to say this," the black man walked over and said: "The corpse's temperature is abnormal, far lower than room temperature, leading to no signs of deterioration for a long time, looking like it's still alive."

Gordon hesitated slightly. He opened his mouth and said: "Are you sure he is dead?"

"There are no vital signs anymore," the black man shook his head and said: "To be safe, we also tested brain waves and confirmed brain death."

Gordon stepped forward and touched the corpse gently, finding that the corpse's temperature was indeed abnormally low. To ensure the state of the corpse, the air conditioning in the inspection department was turned on very high, but this corpse felt not cold anymore, but like an ice cube, even a bit freezing to the hand.

Also like what this black man said, the corpse was intact a bit too much. If it weren't for lying still and not moving, Gordon would definitely feel that this was still a living person. What method did the murderer use to ensure the freshness of the corpse?

Gordon knew he couldn't drag it on anymore. He said directly to the black man: "Prepare for autopsy, open his stomach, and see what that thing is."

Because everyone's attention was on the corpse, no one saw Victor reveal surprise and then thoughtful expression at the X-ray film.

The forensic doctors in the inspection department moved very quickly. Not long after, the corpse's stomach was opened. A gloved hand took something out from inside. As soon as this thing was taken out, Gordon felt a cold air rushing toward his face.

A small device was raised before the goggles. At the same time, the temperature on the thermometer touching the corpse's skin began to rise, which meant that it was this device only the size of a palm that maintained the corpse's temperature and freshness.

What is this?

Gordon looked at the thing through the observation window of the glass. Soon, the overall disinfection was completed. The black man walked over with that thing and took off his goggles, saying: "It looks like a cold air generating device, only this size is a bit too small. I have never seen it on the market, or is there some refrigeration technology breakthrough I don't know about?"

Gordon took that device from his hand and found that this thing had no switch and couldn't stop, but just holding it in his hand made him feel cool all over, and it was a bit too cool. Holding it for less than dozens of seconds made people want to shiver.

Gordon had to put that thing down and turned to look at Victor. Victor's face was as usual. He walked through the crowd, picked up the device and looked at it carefully, saying: "The principle of dense ice is to ensure as much as possible that the things inside it don't participate in heat exchange, but this thing is for cooling and refrigeration, completely not the same path as me."

"Do you know who can build this thing?"

"With all due respect, I haven't heard of such a cryogenics expert," Victor seemed a bit confused. He said: "I basically know everyone in the industry. I haven't heard of anyone who made such a thing. Besides, the weather is so hot now. If there were such a thing, it would have sold out long ago. Who would go against money?"

Everyone also felt that what he said made sense. This thing was small and portable, and the cooling effect was so good. Even if the price was a bit expensive, it could be accepted. Who wouldn't want to be cool like autumn in 40-degree weather?

Just as everyone was studying this little thing, a painful groan suddenly came from the autopsy room behind.

Everyone turned back in shock, only to find that the corpse that was originally lying peacefully on the autopsy table moved.

The black man couldn't care about shock at all and roared: "Quick! Quick in! No... find a doctor! Hurry up and find a doctor!!!!"

Everyone was shocked by this sudden change.

About ten minutes later, the stretcher was lifted onto the ambulance. Gordon, who stood at the door watching the ambulance leave, had a face as black as if it were painted with charcoal.

The subordinates behind him were discussing.

"My god, even if it's fake death, there's no such thing, right?! People have been cold for so long, and they can still come back to life?!"

"So this doesn't count as a murder case? Really?!"

"He almost scared me to death when he just got up! I've been in this business for more than 20 years, and I've never seen such..."

"What are you arguing about!" Gordon turned back and roared: "All roll back to work!"

Gordon rarely lost his temper so genuinely. The people in the lobby disappeared in a flash. The reporters surrounding the police station were noisy and wanted to rush in, but were blocked to death. Some were still unwillingly shouting at Gordon.

"Chief Gordon! Didn't you say Mr. Nigma was already dead?! Why did he suddenly come back to life?! Is your death notice too sloppy?!"

"Has it been determined that Mr. Nigma is fake dead?! Chief! Do you think this might be a strategy he used to win the attention of voters?!"

Gordon felt his head getting more and more painful. He sighed deeply and walked back indoors. After returning to the office, he saw Victor waiting for him by the window.

"You know what that thing is, right?" Gordon asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"If this thing has nothing to do with you at all, you should be excited the moment you see it," Gordon lowered his eyes and said: "I know you scientists too well. New technology is an incomparable stimulant for you."

"That's actually not any new technology," Victor didn't deny Gordon's view either. He just said: "It's just a portable refrigeration device."

"Did you build it?"

"Not entirely," Victor shook his head and said: "The effect of the one I built wasn't this good. At most, it could only refrigerate the range of a small forearm, and mine doesn't have the ability to bring the dead back to life."

"Do you think bringing the dead back to life has anything to do with this equipment?"

"This question clearly asks the point," Victor pulled a chair and sat down, saying: "I don't need to repeat Nora's story again. How do you think she survived back then?"

Gordon fell into deep thought and said: "Her vital signs stopped completely, like a dead person, to be able to survive in such a way until the lesion was solved... Is the principle the same?"

"About the same."

"This will make you the biggest suspect."

"No need to put pressure on me, Chief," Victor shook his head and said: "I know handling cases isn't that simple. Only the method is not enough. Clearly, I don't have any motive, nor do I have the time to commit the crime, and I have a very sufficient alibi. Just relying on a piece of equipment that can refrigerate, you can't convict me."

"Alright, then I'll be blunt, who can get your refrigeration equipment and technology?"

Victor didn't answer, but he remembered that many years ago, one day, he asked a thin little boy in a dim laboratory, "Do you know how water turns into ice?"