Chapter 2987

Schiller sat on the bed in the dark and cold prison, holding a black umbrella in his hand. He didn't go to find any evidence at all; he just went out this trip to get his umbrella back.

The process of him being taken away was really unremarkable, nothing more than a car stopping in front of him, someone telling him to either cooperate or die. Schiller chose to cooperate, and they seemed to not see the strangeness of this umbrella at all, just placing the umbrella by the passage of this level after locking him in the prison.

After Schiller got the umbrella back, he kept sitting in place. Soon, the elevator stopped at this level again, and a group of people walked down cursing. Soon, a person was thrown into the prison next door.

The two prison cells were separated by a wall, and Schiller couldn't see the other person's appearance, but he could guess who the other person was. But before he could speak, that person turned over and said.

"Were you also caught by them? You must believe me, I'm not crazy. They want me to admit that I'm a mental patient, so that the testimony I give will be invalid. But you must believe me, I'm really not crazy! I saw what they did!"

"Who are you?" Schiller asked.

"I... if I say it, maybe you won't help me." What came from the opposite side was a female voice, sounding not very old, with a very obvious Cat Getan accent, and should be a local.

"You tell me first."

"My surname is Richie... but I have nothing to do with that gang boss surnamed Richie. To be precise, we are distant relatives, but he hasn't helped us with anything, and I haven't done those gang things. You must believe me!"

The other party kept emphasizing to believe her, which proved that there were probably very few people who believed her before, or almost none.

"Richie..." Schiller repeated this surname. He felt a bit familiar, but it should have been a long time ago.

"Yes, I am a branch of that gang family, but this is not important. What is important is that my sister was killed by them! Because she witnessed their devilish behavior, they killed her!"

"Who are they?"

"Of course, they are the people who kidnapped you here!" The other party raised her voice and said, "Before they kidnapped you here, someone must have contacted you. Don't tell me you don't know who they are!"

"I really don't know."

The other party seemed a bit disappointed. She hammered the ground hard and then said, "Everyone says I'm a mental patient, only I know I'm not! They slandered me just to make me go to a mental hospital! This way, my sister's death and the evil things they did will never see the light of day again!"

From her wording, Schiller could tell that she should have received a good education, at least understanding some grammar, which proved that her family background was good before, matching her saying that she was a branch of a former gang family.

"I might not be able to get out alive, but I think you should be very important to them. If possible, you must expose them, otherwise more children will be harmed!"

"Children?"

"Yes, they are a gang, a gang that specializes in... specializes in harming children! My sister happened to... and then she was killed by them! She sent me a distress signal before she died, so I would know..."

"How did she send you a distress signal?"

"By text message!"

"Where is the text message?"

"It was deleted when I was discovered by them."

"You didn't investigate privately, did you?"

"I just want to know what happened to my sister! She is not allergic to chicory at all! When at home, I saw her eat this dish more than once. How could she die of an allergy?!"

"It seems you are really crazy." Schiller said calmly, "Perhaps you have never understood your sister. All of this is what you imagined."

The other party stopped talking, but what was conveyed was not a frustrated emotion. She seemed to have no intention of giving up at all.

Sure enough, after a while, Schiller heard the opposite side prying the lock with a click-clack sound. The lock was also pried open quickly, but the other party came back after going out for a turn.

Schiller didn't feel strange at all, because there was actually nothing on this level, or rather, ordinary people couldn't get into places where there might be clues, and the elevator couldn't be started. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have to go to such great lengths to bring the Scarlet Witch over.

In order to make the kidnappers confuse Barbara and Wanda, Schiller also put in a lot of effort. But fortunately, they were very similar, the body size difference was not big, and more importantly, both had long red hair. As long as they were not close, they would be mistaken for one person.

Schiller first went to the police station to attract everyone's attention to Gordon. Just as he told Gordon, the mastermind behind the scenes would feel that a scholar like Schiller wouldn't be able to find anything deep even if he wanted to investigate, but an old sheriff like Gordon who had worked in Cat Getan for so many years was a big threat.

Precisely because the other party had no bottom line, after learning about Gordon's iron-fisted style, they would pin their hopes on kidnapping his family to force him to compromise, naturally arranging people to watch around the Gordon Manor.

The purpose of their surveillance was to determine how many people were in the Gordon Manor and what the defensive forces were like, so Schiller hired a courier to deliver a package to the Gordon Manor.

According to Schiller's understanding, Wanda was a person who couldn't stay idle. Buying groceries, cooking, tidying up the house, taking care of the yard, and picking up packages were all done by her alone. Not only did she not feel tired, but she also enjoyed it. A natural housewife saint body.

Sure enough, once the package was delivered, Wanda ran out to get it herself. This would give the group of people watching a misconception that there was only Mrs. Gordon, an adult, in the manor at this time.

In their view, people who could live in this kind of manor wouldn't come out to get things themselves as long as there were other people in the house. Since she came out to get the package herself, there must be no one else.

Once they passed this news back, the mastermind behind the scenes would immediately realize that this was a good time to take action, so they would let their subordinates take action.

After all, the mastermind behind the scenes was not a gang family, and didn't have their own team of killers, or rather, the team didn't just consist of professionals. For this kind of surveillance work, they all looked for street thugs to do it.

Street thugs were locals, and they had seen Barbara entering and leaving the Wayne Manor before she gave birth. But precisely because they were low-level thugs, even if they were given ten guts, they wouldn't dare to approach the house of the local police chief. So even if they saw Barbara, it was from a distance, and they couldn't see her face clearly at all, only confirming that it was a red-haired woman.

Wanda happened to be a red-haired woman, and she happened to walk out of the manor. After the group of people who came to kidnap arrived, the thugs would naturally point her out, saying that Wanda was Mrs. Gordon.

Just when they were studying how to break into the manor and kidnap the person, Wanda came out herself.

The so-called opportunity must not be missed, and time will not come again. Once they saw this great opportunity bumping into them, this group of people didn't care about anything and directly kidnapped Wanda.

After all, who else could the beautiful red-haired woman living in the Gordon Manor be? Even if it wasn't Mrs. Gordon, but Mrs. Gordon's sister, he had to save her.

But they didn't expect that Wanda was not only unrelated to Gordon, but also the Scarlet Witch. More importantly, she had been promoted from an angry woman to an angry mother, and her power was on a higher level.

The words Schiller said to Wanda were to stimulate her so that she would go find the truth. Those defensive measures that were very tight for ordinary people were a piece of cake for the Scarlet Witch. There was simply no place here she couldn't go.

Although Schiller also didn't know what this group of people hid here, he could roughly imagine how mentally polluting that scene was.

Wanda would definitely feel very angry, maybe directly erasing this group of people, and it would be best to directly blow up this broken place.

This way, this matter would be completely settled, and Schiller wouldn't have to run around in 40-degree weather, and could safely go home to blow the air conditioning.

As a result, Schiller sat here waiting for a long time and didn't see any movement. He saw the red light flash, but didn't hear any screams, the building wasn't destroyed, and it seemed like no one disappeared.

What's wrong with this? Could the Scarlet Witch change her nature?

Schiller waited for a long time and found no movement. He sighed in his heart. These people from Marvel are unreliable. Not one of them plays by the rules. In the end, he still has to do it himself!

"Do you want to avenge your sister?" Schiller suddenly asked.

Miss Richie next door immediately quieted down. After a long time, she opened her mouth and said, "Do you know? My mother had mental problems. When I was about 5 years old, she went completely crazy. My father died in a gang shootout. I was almost raised by my sister, otherwise I wouldn't be so obsessed with finding the truth."

"Believe it or not, I will definitely avenge her." Miss Richie's tone revealed grief and indignation. She said, "But I can't see that damn man at all. I know, it was he who united with that group of people to slander me as a mental patient..."

Miss Richie kept saying these words in circles. Schiller felt that she should be suffering from anxiety and obsessive-compulsive behavior, but this actually didn't matter.

Schiller could feel that she was the kind of rare person who wouldn't despair. To put it bluntly, it's called stubbornness, and to put it nicely, it's called firm willpower.

"I can help you get out, and even find someone to help you, but you must promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Before that, I'll ask you a question first. How do you want to take revenge?"

"Of course, kill that bastard!"

"Is that all?"

"Otherwise?"

"Have you seen your sister's body?"

"No, they didn't let me see it at all." Miss Richie's tone revealed sadness. She said, "I don't believe she died of an allergy. I requested a forensic re-examination, but no one listened to me at all."

"Where was her body buried?"

"I don't know. No one is willing to tell me."

"Can you find your sister's belongings? Preferably the kind that never leaves her side."

"Of course I can. I have a toy bear she liked the most. She kept hugging it to sleep when she was a child. It's a pity that after she got married, that bastard didn't let her bring it over, so it was left at home."

"Very good. After you leave, take this thing to Arkham Asylum and find Dr. Brand. He knows what to do."

"What do you want to do?"

Schiller fell silent. Miss Richie knocked on the wallboard and said, "Don't stop talking, don't treat me like a lunatic."

"I'm just worried that you'll treat me like a lunatic."

"I won't. Even if you didn't help me in the end, I'm already very grateful to you for being willing to treat me like a normal person and talk to me. I haven't had a normal conversation with others for a long time."

Schiller felt that Miss Richie's mental state was actually a bit abnormal. She had obvious manic expressions, fast speech, unclear pronunciation, and from the way she spoke, he could tell she was still trembling.

Schiller suspected that she might indeed have hereditary mental illness, just not having an onset. No wonder Williams was willing to let himself see her at the beginning. Normal psychologists would not rule out the possibility that she suffered from mental illness.

"Brand will help your sister summon her soul."

"Summon her soul?!"

"Yes, don't you want to know your sister's true cause of death?"

"I..."

"If you don't know, how can you know how much pain she suffered before she died, and how can you talk about revenge against the murderer?"

"... Okay, I will go." Miss Richie gritted her teeth and said, "Now how do I get out of here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt something stretching out from the railing next door. Richie hurried to the side of the railing and looked down, finding it was a black umbrella.

"Take this umbrella, go, Miss."