Chapter 3848: The Nameless Bat (Part 29)

The heavy rain stopped, but it was still drizzling. When Mnemosyne and Schiller refused the proposal to take a police car, they looked exceptionally calm. When Schiller drove his car and picked her up, she didn't show any objection, just staring at the rain outside the window in a daze.

"The wound is the lining fiber inside the leather pad of the high stool at the bar counter, which was left when I inserted the letter opener into it. And you deliberately didn't clean it up, and let Gordon, who went to visit, just happen to see it, letting him know that it was my masterpiece," Mnemosyne said. "And you didn't stop me from going crazy in your house, just because you knew the letter opener was the only weapon I could get. I could only use it if I wanted to attack something. If the police check now, they will only find my fingerprints on it. And I am a high-functioning child with a history of mental illness, no one will think I won't kill."

"And the flaw is that I have no grudge against the mayor, and when he died, I had an alibi. But these can be overturned. My background is very miserable, and it is normal to blame the mayor. Gordon is my foster father, and it is possible to commit perjury for me. You are my psychiatrist, and it is possible to hide it for me out of pity. The jury might not accept the testimony of the two of you."

"Besides that, many officers who have seen me will want me to die, because then the mayor's death will not be pushed to the employer behind them. Now no one wants to get into this trouble, letting a mentally ill child take the blame is the best choice."

"And you did all this, just because you don't want me to say your name," Mnemosyne turned her head back, staring at the front windshield and said, "Once I choose to be silent once, and say I didn't see anything in front of Gordon, I become your accomplice, and it is impossible to have a chance to speak again forever."

"You are a bit tired, Miss," Schiller said, focusing on driving, and soon parked the car at the door of 125 Kazovo, saying, "Go back to sleep quickly."

Mnemosyne changed her shoes in silence, wiped the rain on her hair with the towel Schiller handed her, walked up the stairs, but stood on the edge of the railing on the second floor and looked down.

"Why do you want to do this?" Mnemosyne asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Imitating him."

"We will discuss this question tomorrow, you need to rest now. Go back to sleep, Miss."

Mnemosyne had to return to her room. She began to recall everything she had just seen, but she was indeed very tired and couldn't remember anything. The experience of this day was indeed too tense and exciting for a child. Mnemosyne soon fell asleep, even having a deep sleep she hadn't experienced for a long time. When she woke up the next morning, she felt her head was clearer than ever.

The image of the body suddenly flashed before her eyes.

No, it couldn't be Schiller who killed him.

Bruises are the easiest to judge the time of the crime. The strangulation marks on the neck prove that the time of death of the two bodies did not exceed one hour.

At that time, Schiller was with her, he didn't have time to do it at all, had a full alibi, and it was an alibi she witnessed with her own eyes.

But if he didn't kill him, why did he make such an arrangement for the letter opener, so that she couldn't speak in front of Gordon? Who is he hiding for? And why hide for him?

Mnemosyne solved a puzzle, but found more puzzles surrounding her. She remembered Schiller urging her to sleep last night, maybe his implication was that fear and fatigue made her reasoning lose its level. This was his only rebuttal.

It was ridiculous. Mnemosyne couldn't help but think, how could he expect a 14-year-old child to understand such an obscure hint? Unfortunately, she still understood. Maybe this is the trouble of smart people.

Breakfast was a very ordinary omelet, which seemed to come from the fast-food restaurant at the end of the street they passed by yesterday. And Schiller, as usual, read the newspaper after breakfast.

"Do you remember what you said we could discuss today?"

"Is your head starting to hurt again? Miss?"

"Maybe a little, but after yesterday's brainstorming, I feel much better."

"That's good, after all, I am your psychiatrist. If there is no progress in treatment, someone will trouble me."

"Gordon? Or Batman?" Mnemosyne finally realized something was wrong. She began to realize that something she didn't know had happened long ago. This feeling of being out of control made her start to feel uncomfortable again.

"Talk about that case," Mnemosyne said. "I think it wasn't you who did it, but you didn't want anyone to find out the real killer. So you used the letter opener to make me unable to speak. Who is worth you doing this? Your friend? Partner?"

"Neither," Schiller admitted Mnemosyne's reasoning, saying, "I never thought about framing an innocent lady, so that's not the knife. Even if you say it, it won't be traced to you."

"What?" Mnemosyne stood up in disbelief.

"And, there is no leather lining in the leather pad of the high stool next to the bar counter."

Mnemosyne rushed to the bar counter. She saw the scar she had left on the high stool with the letter opener before. She reached out and flipped through it, but found that what Schiller said was true. The chair was genuine leather, and underneath was sponge, there was no lining at all.

"So I lost to the knowledge reserve?"

"You just lost to age," Schiller looked at the other page of the newspaper unhurriedly. "Since you can see that the floor is good goods worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, you should also be able to think of the quality of leather products. Only inferior leather needs lining to prevent heat generation from friction with the internal sponge, this quality of genuine leather does not need it."

"So this was a misdirection from beginning to end? You wanted me to think you were the killer, so I wouldn't dare to speak?"

"Why wouldn't you dare to speak? Commissioner Gordon was there at the time, and I couldn't kill you to silence you on the spot."

"I..." Mnemosyne took a deep breath and said, "You are a psychiatrist, and my attending physician. As long as you say I am a mental patient, a lunatic who talks nonsense, people will believe you. My accusation against you cannot be established. And Gordon cannot accompany me all the time, I won't have a good end if I fall into your hands."

"That makes some sense," Schiller said. "But this setup might be earlier than you think. If you really observed me carefully, you would know that in the case where someone had already greeted me that an outsider was coming to stay with me for a while, I would prepare all daily necessities. So why did James Gordon send you a package?"

"…You asked him to send it?" Mnemosyne felt cold all over, she said, "Just to take out the letter opener, let me notice it, and then use it to mislead me."

"I said I needed some soothing items, preferably daily necessities you used frequently before. James Gordon is a good father, so although it was difficult to go to the previous foster home, he still asked them for these."

Mnemosyne pursed her lips and said: "Actually, it was even earlier. As early as the first time you saw me, you knew what kind of person I was. You knew I was abnormal, so you did this. If I were a normal ordinary child, I wouldn't be so interested in knives, and I wouldn't have such a deep impression, and then associate it with you at the crime scene."

"Your condition is quite typical," Schiller said. "My experience is also quite rich, it's not strange to see you have manic behavior."

"And that phone call," Mnemosyne said. "The phone call where you adjusted the appointment time. You deliberately let the package be delivered at that time. And when I couldn't find anything to open this thing, I wouldn't care if you were on the phone. So I called you, and you 'had to' explain the source of the noise to the person on the other end of the phone, told him about my existence, and said that she would see me this afternoon. This lady might remember this."

"In this way, if I called your name last night and was taken away by the police, causing her not to see me this afternoon, she would definitely ask you. Then you can take the opportunity to explain and let her see my diagnostic data. She would also find the traces of destruction in this house, all of which were done by me. Thus she can completely infer that I am a lunatic—her opinion must be very important. Who is she?"

"A judge," Schiller said.

Mnemosyne walked back to the chair and sat down. She said: "You really didn't intend to frame me, you just blocked everything I said about the truth. And I just want to know the truth now. My head started hurting again."

"Who do you think the key is? The Mayor? Or the Eden Killer?"

Countless case details flew through Mnemosyne's mind. Suddenly, she caught a flash of inspiration, but it seemed to be missing something. She said: "Camera, where is that camera that was stolen by the thief?"

"Ross would never hand it over to his employer so easily, because he was threatened. He needs to ensure the safety of his family before handing it over. And because the person who framed the Penguin, the Penguin will find Ross's trouble. The Penguin might take the camera from Ross."

"But what is important about this thing?" Mnemosyne muttered to herself, "It just recorded the Eden Killer manipulating others to kill. Even if Adam is dead, he can create another one, and then there will be new cases, new images, which won't delay any of his plans."

"Then the problem is with the Penguin. What will he do after getting this video? This is evidence of someone killing, which can be used to threaten others. But Adam, who was manipulated by the Eden Killer, is already dead..."

"No," Mnemosyne stood up slowly and said, "Gordon blocked the news, no one knows that Kovns, who played Adam, committed suicide inside the police station. The Penguin doesn't know either, because his big-guy informant bought in the police station was framed by Ross and was controlled, so he couldn't pass the news out."

"More importantly, he doesn't know that the Eden Killer manipulates others to kill, and doesn't know that there is a copycat. He will think that Kovns is the only killer, and this killer even killed the mayor. He is very likely to use the evidence in the video to manipulate him to kill."

"He will contact Kovns, but Kovns disappeared after killing the mayor. He will send someone to find him. If he can't find anything, what will he do?"

"He should investigate, investigate the traces around the crime scene to see if he can find where Kovns ran to. But he shouldn't have such professionals under his hands, and it's impossible to ask the police directly, so he will find..."

Bang bang bang! The door of 125 was knocked. Schiller walked over and opened the door. A short, fat figure with a hooked nose, with four strong and tall bodyguards, walked in. ===== CHAPTER 3849 =====

"Who do you think is the key? The Mayor? Or the Eden Killer?"

Countless details of the case flashed rapidly through Mnemosyne's mind. Suddenly, she grasped a fleeting inspiration, but it felt like something was still missing. She said, "The camera—where is that camera that was stolen from under the guards' noses now?"

"Ross would never hand it over to his employer so easily, because he was being threatened. He needs to ensure his family's safety before he would hand it over. And because of the person who framed the Penguin, the Penguin will come after him. It's possible the Penguin took the camera from Ross."

"But what is so important about this thing?" Mnemosyne muttered to herself. "It just recorded the footage of the Eden Killer manipulating others to kill. Even if Adam is dead, he can just create another one, and then there will be new cases, new footage; it won't delay any of his plans."

"Then the problem must lie with the Penguin. What will he do after getting this footage? This is evidence of someone committing murder, which could be used to blackmail others. But Adam, who was controlled by the Eden Killer, is already dead..."

"No," Mnemosyne slowly stood up and said. "Gordon sealed the news; no one knows that Cowens, who played Adam, committed suicide inside the police station. The Penguin doesn't know either, because the big informant he bribed at the police station was framed by Ross and subsequently detained, making it impossible for him to get any news out."

"More importantly, he doesn't know that the Eden Killer manipulates others to kill, nor does he know about the existence of copycats. He will think Cowens is the only killer, and this killer was even able to kill the Mayor. He is very likely to use the evidence in the footage to manipulate him into killing."

"He will contact Cowens, but Cowens disappeared after killing the Mayor. He will send people to find him. If he can't find anything, what will he do?"

"He should go investigate, investigate the tracks around the crime scene to see if he can find where Cowens ran off to. But he shouldn't have such professionals among his men, and it's impossible for him to ask the police directly, so he will go to..."

Bang, bang, bang! The door to 125 was knocked on. Schiller walked over and opened the door. A short, stout figure with a hooked nose walked in, accompanied by four strong, tall bodyguards.