Chapter 3844

"I'm sorry, Professor Schiller. Asking you to come here in such heavy rain." Gordon said, standing in front of his desk, "And Miss Mnemosyne. Logically speaking, this should be your sleep time. But considering that you might become Batman's assistant later, it is necessary to adapt in advance to this schedule of not sleeping at night and not getting up in the morning."

Mnemosyne seemed not to have heard him at all, standing by the window counting the raindrops on the glass. One finger was twisting the hem of her pinafore dress, and the other hand was pulling at her hair. The muscles in her mouth were constantly moving, but she wasn't speaking, nor was she chewing; it looked a bit like she was ruminating.

Gordon didn't care that Mnemosyne ignored him; he just looked at Schiller and said: "We just caught someone in the evidence department. Unfortunately, it is indeed a detective in the police station. But the problem is that he is the Penguin's agent. In Batman's absence, we cannot easily move him, and even interrogation is difficult, so we can only ask you to step in."

"You also caught the female murderer?"

"Yes. But her physical condition is very bad. When we caught her, she already had symptoms of fentanyl poisoning. She is still being rescued in the hospital and cannot be interrogated for the time being."

"What about the copycat?"

"No clues at all."

Hearing "copycat," Mnemosyne finally turned her head and stared quietly at Gordon. She said: "You are hiding something."

"Alright, Miss. Trust me, if this were beneficial to solving the case, I would never hide it from you."

"Will you tell Batman?"

Gordon's movement paused, and he said: "You shouldn't compare yourself to Batman. Perhaps you are similar in wisdom, but you clearly cannot protect yourself like he can."

"Fine. Then don't count on my wisdom." Mnemosyne said coldly.

"Don't be like this." Schiller sighed softly and said, "Commissioner Gordon has his own difficulties. Let's go see the person who broke into the evidence department to steal the camera first."

Gordon brought the two of them to the interrogation room. Schiller looked through the observation window and saw a burly man who looked quite fierce sitting inside. Just as Gordon was about to open the door for him, Schiller shook his head at him and said: "It's not him. Where is the camera now?"

"It's kept by Officer Ross." Gordon said, "He is the head of the evidence department."

"I'm afraid he isn't anymore." Schiller shook his head and said, "Now, give him a call and ask him if someone threatened him with the safety of his family. If he is willing to say who he gave the camera to, perhaps he can still save his family's lives."

Gordon was completely stunned on the spot. Although he had witnessed Schiller's brilliance before, this conclusion was too abrupt and didn't sound like it made any sense at all. Mnemosyne clearly didn't know how Schiller had judged it either, because she wasn't tall enough and couldn't see the observation window at all.

Under Schiller's urging, Gordon still picked up his phone and called Ross. As soon as the call was connected, Ross's suppressed crying came from the other side.

"I'm sorry, Commissioner Gordon. But my daughter is only four years old. You know, Avina and I might only have this one child. We absolutely cannot abandon her."

Gordon's heart went cold, and he said: "Why? Why didn't you tell me? Perhaps I could have helped you."

"No, Gordon. If Batman were still here, I might have chosen to tell you. But if it's only you, even if you knew the truth, you might not be able to save my daughter in one night. I have to do this."

Gordon looked at the observation window with the phone in his hand and said: "So the big guy is innocent?"

"He's not innocent. He's the Penguin's lackey, isn't he? He once stole evidence unfavorable to the Penguin and threatened me to my face. This is a good opportunity to get rid of him, Gordon. Consider it the last gift I give you."

Gordon wanted to say something else, but Schiller took the phone and said: "Who told you to say that?"

"What?"

"You have a script in front of you, right? Someone told you to tell Gordon that if Batman were here, everything would be different. Who told you to do this?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Even Gordon could hear the other party's panic.

"I can only give you one last piece of advice." Schiller said, "Stay at home and let the police take you to the station. This is your only chance to survive."

After speaking, he hung up the phone, looked at Gordon, and said: "Judging from your attitude, he is competent most of the time. Although I don't think he will listen to me, you can still send someone to try. If you don't find him at his home, you don't need to look; he won't survive."

"No." Mnemosyne said, "We can use the Penguin. The Penguin must be very angry that his subordinate was framed. As long as we reveal Ross's name to him, he will definitely send people to find trouble with Ross, and maybe they will run into the people the mastermind sent to silence him. A strong dragon doesn't suppress a local snake."

Schiller watched Mnemosyne quietly, as if seeing another Batman, then said to Gordon: "Regardless, you can try. If the Penguin wins and he is taken away by the Penguin, we will exchange hostages. At least we can save his life."

Clearly, Ross had given Gordon quite a bit of help. He immediately found someone to arrange it, and perhaps there would be a result before dawn.

"Boss!" Another police officer ran over and said to Gordon, "A murder case occurred at 12 Derry Street. It's johns and prostitutes again!"

Mnemosyne's eyes lit up immediately. She grabbed Gordon's hem and said: "The male murderer is dead, the female murderer is caught. Now the only one committing crimes can be the copycat. Take me there, I will definitely be able to see who he is."

But Gordon's face turned very ugly. He shook his head slightly and said: "No, we can't go there now."

"Why?"

"Do you know where 12 Derry Street is?"

"Isn't it the red-light district?"

Gordon shook his head slightly and said: "That is the current Mayor's home."

"The Mayor is dead?!"

Gordon sighed and said: "I knew he had a habit of soliciting prostitutes, but I didn't expect him to be so bold as to do it while the Eden Killer was rampant. We can't go there with great fanfare, otherwise those reporters will be like hyenas smelling blood. Batman is not here, no one can suppress Cat Getan's socialites. The situation will be in chaos."

Unexpectedly, Mnemosyne didn't make a scene again. She seemed to have seen through the complex but subtly balanced situation of Cat Getan's upper society through these few words, and also saw the potential collapse of the building that this death news might bring.

Mnemosyne and Schiller returned to 125, and then her calmness came to an end. She became very manic, running wildly in the living room, waving a letter opener, as if fighting monsters in a hallucination.

Schiller didn't go to sleep, nor did he do the things a doctor should do. He just sat on the sofa reading the newspaper, completely ignoring the noise Mnemosyne made, until the little girl was panting from exhaustion and had to sit opposite him.

"James is right. Before you have Batman's physical strength and willpower, you have to save your wisdom, so as not to exhaust your fragile shell to death."

Mnemosyne was panting heavily and couldn't speak, then she stared into Schiller's eyes and said: "You knew it all along, right? You knew I couldn't make much of a scene, so there was no need to give me a sedative. I would stop once I was tired from being crazy."

"It's not because of that. It's just that even if I gave your body a sedative, your brain wouldn't stop. You would be like a soul trapped in a statue; that feeling is not good."

"So you would rather let me ruin your floor worth hundreds of thousands?"

"It's Batman's floor worth hundreds of thousands. Trust me, in the process of him educating you, this will be the smallest expense." Schiller said, shaking the newspaper.

"I really want to know about the copycat." Mnemosyne recovered quickly. She gathered her loose hair behind her head, tied it into a ponytail, and said, "Every cell in my body is telling me that I should go to the scene and take a look, just one look..."

"I guess the murderer should know that Batman is not in Cat Getan, so he dares to be so unscrupulous. But he didn't expect there to be a little Batman here."

"You said Batman has assistants. Do you think they are better than me?"

Schiller shook his head slightly and said: "Now his assistant is also a genius detective. Unfortunately, because Batman is not here, Robin must maintain the operation of Wei En Enterprises as much as possible, and really can't spare the time."

"If I become Batman's assistant, can I go to the crime scene?"

"Perhaps. Cat Getan's upper society always has to give him some face."

"Because he is Bruce Wei En?"

Schiller looked up at him from above the newspaper. Mnemosyne understood what he meant. She curled up on the sofa and said: "This is not a secret; I knew it the first time I saw him in the newspaper. I also know Superman is a reporter, The Flash works at the police station, Green Arrow is also a rich guy..."

"Don't say it out." Schiller said, "If you promise me, I can write a letter to Batman and ask him if he can give you a temporary Robin identity. If he persuades you, Gordon might not be so strict in controlling you."

Mnemosyne jumped up from the sofa immediately. He said: "I promise you! I swear to God! I will never tell their identities! Go write the letter! Professor!!!"

Schiller shook his head slightly helplessly. He returned to his study, and only when he spread out the letter paper did he show a smile and write on the paper:

"Thank you very much for your trust in me, Batman. It's just that I didn't know that the child with typical spectrum symptoms you mentioned was actually a genius of behavioral analysis like you. I dare say her talent is on par with Tim's, and like Mr. Drake, she has a very strong interest in you.

She deduced your identity on her own, as well as the identities of almost all the superheroes in the Justice League. I am a bit worried that she will blurt it out in a manic state, so I think I should find her some work to do. Coincidentally, the Mayor of Cat Getan has met with misfortune, and she is very interested in the crime scene, but because there is no police authorization, she will be unable to participate in the investigation. Perhaps you can give her a chance..."

Far away in another sector, the main universe Batman took this letter from The Flash, shook his head helplessly after reading it, closed the letter paper and said: "The Doctor is still so good at pushing the trouble he gave me back to me. I guess he is taking pleasure in it."

"The Mayor of Cat Getan died again?" The Flash scratched his head and said, "Central City hasn't changed mayors for twelve years."

Batman put down the letter unhurriedly and said: "From the moment he was elected, his life had already begun to count down. The Mayor of Cat Getan has always been a high-risk job; they are well aware of this."

"What do you plan to do?" The Flash asked, "I can run a trip to send you back, and come back after you finish handling it..."

"No need." Batman said, "You help me go to the Batcave to get a set of Robin's communicators and give them to the Doctor, and then go tell Commissioner Gordon to let my new assistant go see the crime scene of the Mayor's death."

After The Flash left, Batman stood up, knocked on the door of the Green Lantern's office, and said: "Are you ready? Hal. It's time to close the net."