Chapter 4895

"Braineac, have you recorded the testimony?"

"The law enforcement recorder has been on."

"What are you up to?" Jack said somewhat surprised, "What are you investigating?"

"Someone disguised as Coppert wanted to deceive him during a mental breakdown. I'm investigating who did it. Now it seems it should be this Ogwai. But how he disguised himself as Coppert and fooled Professor Fulisi still needs investigation."

"Investigate what?" Jack curled his lip and said, "You just need to tell Coppert your suspicions; he has plenty of ways to deal with that guy."

Tim was stunned: "But... there's still not enough evidence, because the specific method hasn't been investigated yet..."

"That's police thinking." Jack shook his head, "Gangs aren't like that. Gangs would rather mistakenly kill a thousand than let one go; one disloyalty, a hundred times unnecessary. Listen to me, you just need to tell Coppert about this. Especially that Ogwai hiring a truck driver to transport ice—Coppert can naturally find out the method."

"Refusing torture for confession." Braineac said, "Before conviction, violence cannot be used against suspects..."

"That's useless coming from you." Jack said, "If Gordon were standing here, I'd still give him some face. You? A picked-up robot, roll aside and stay there."

Braineac said nothing, because he knew, like old-timers of Gotham, they all dislike him. Not because he has any oversight in managing Gotham, but because during Gotham's darkest ages he wasn't there, and during the renovation he didn't contribute much. When Braineac arrived, Gotham was already mostly fine.

So if he now proposes some rules violating Gotham's survival laws, it inevitably sounds a bit high-handed and meddlesome. For so many years, Gothamites have struggled to survive by these survival skills, and they can't be demanded to change immediately. Braineac isn't taking the iron-blooded strong-arm line, so he can only take it slow.

"Torture for confession is definitely out, I also oppose it." Tim said while speaking, while looking at Brand, "But since he's Coppert's subordinate, he can naturally send someone to ask. Doctor Brand, what do you think?"

Brand initially didn't react, but soon he realized this was actually the same principle as when Tim threatened him before—Braineac can't see illusions, so he couldn't know what the Outer Gods did to someone, thus it naturally doesn't count as torture for confession.

"Do you know where Ogwai is?" Tim looked at Jack and asked.

"I don't know, but I can help you ask. Wait a moment." Jack went back into the house, walked around a few card games, handed out a few cigarettes, and soon came back with a cigarette in his mouth. "He lives at No. 386, the alley at the end of Green Street, but that place is flooded, so it should have been evacuated. Coppert Group people seem to be in the houses on those two main streets to the east."

"Thanks." Tim said, "I'll treat you to a meal another day."

"By the way, where has Bruce gone lately?" Jack asked casually, "It's been a long time since we played cards."

"He went on vacation with his family." Tim said, "I'll call you when he returns."

"I must remind you." Braineac again muttered in Tim's ear, "Illegal arrests cannot be made without solid evidence..."

Tim was speechless, he said: "Do you know what Coppert used to do? He's a gang boss! A gang boss! Do you believe me if I go arrest Ogwai, he wouldn't dare shout illegal arrest?"

As it turned out, Tim was right. He entered Coppert Group's shelter, looked around. "Who is Ogwai?"

A tall and thin man stood up, sizing up Tim with a gloomy gaze. Tim walked up to him and flashed his credentials: "Come with us, Mr. Ogwai."

Ogwai actually followed Tim without a word, neither shocked nor puzzled by the police's arrival, as if "I knew it all along." Braineac also had nothing to say.

But it's also true, Coppert Group's whitewashing and going legitimate is not false, but it doesn't mean they were clean before. When the old godfather was still around, Coppert had already risen to power, and from that time Ogwai followed him, doing dirty work couldn't be avoided. He probably thought Tim was coming to settle old scores.

But he would go with the police, also having a reason of fearless confidence. He was certain Coppert would definitely bail him out, Gordon might not even be able to move him, let alone Tim.

But unfortunately, this time there was also Brand. The Outer Gods may not be strong in other aspects, but their talent for intimidation is top-notch. Ogwai was scared into losing bladder and bowel control, while Braineac couldn't see anything. These people are no longer outlaws; they are law-abiding lunatics.

Ogwai lay on the ground like a dead dog, Tim tightened his gloves, stepped forward and grabbed his hair, asking: "How did you impersonate Coppert?"

Ogwai gritted his teeth and refused to speak, but Brand soon wove an illusion for him. He muttered somewhat unclearly: "Hand... ring... beetle..."

"Beetle?" Tim frowned slightly, immediately thinking of the Blue Beetle. The Blue Beetle's holographic projection ability can indeed imitate others very realistically, but the problem is, the Blue Beetle is a first-year student at Mercury Academy, currently working on Krypton. He has no grudge against Coppert, how could he possibly help Ogwai do this?

"Blue Beetle?" Tim asked tentatively.

"Blue... blue..."

"A blue thing." Brand suddenly spoke up, "It's like a ring, worn on the hand, simulating certain things by emitting light."

Tim pressed his lips tightly, he suspected someone was imitating the Blue Beetle's ability to frame him. But mentioning blue made him think of another person—Doctor Manhattan.

For that newly opened amusement park in the multiverse, Tim had also heard a bit. Could it be some people maliciously competing?

Braineac obviously also thought of this, so afterward, his warnings became much less frequent. Within this universe, he of course wants to enforce the law as fairly as possible, but if it involves multiverse invasion, then he can truly be an evil artificial intelligence.

Tim directly hauled Ogwai into the car, he said to Brand: "Let's go, find Professor Xilei."

Brand breathed a sigh of relief, after going around in such a big circle, he finally could see Xilei. As long as he could see Xilei, that guy shouldn't dare to do anything to him, this hurdle would be considered passed.

The car sped all the way to Falcone Manor. Upon entering the manor, Ogwai was thrown by Tim in front of Coppert. Coppert frowned at Tim, while Alberto beside him couldn't take it anymore.

"What the hell do you want to do?!"

Victor hurriedly stepped between them. Now is not a good time for a gunfight, Xilei is sleeping, if we wake him up, everyone present will suffer badly.

"You ask him yourself." Tim looked at Coppert and said.

Coppert narrowed his eyes. Although Tim and Alberto have some personal grudges, he's not the kind of lunatic who mixes private grudges with public duty; since he took down Ogwai, he must have evidence. Coppert glanced at Alberto.

Alberto waved his hand outward, immediately someone came in and took Ogwai downstairs. Coppert also followed downstairs, obviously going to question Ogwai.

"Doctor Brand." Victor looked at Brand and said, "Glad you're still alive, how have you been lately?"

Brand let out a long sigh: "Edward?"

"He's inside the house." Victor's words hadn't finished when Edward rushed out from inside the house.

"Doctor, I heard you speaking!" Edward walked over this way, "Are you here to take me back to the hospital?"

"No, we're still in disaster relief now." Brand said gently, "When the rain stops, we'll go back together."

"Okay." Edward nodded, he appeared very quiet in front of Brand.

Heaven knows Victor looking at this harmonious doctor-patient scene, how awkward he feels. Others don't know, he still couldn't not know? Brand is Nyarlathotep! What's with this good doctor's face saving lives and healing wounds?!?

Actually Tim also doesn't quite understand; by rights Outer Gods should have no emotions, let alone any sense of medical responsibility. If it's just casual treatment, almost done, that's not impossible, but how come Brand is so conscientious?

Just then, the door upstairs suddenly opened, a figure walked out from inside. Brand instinctively looked up. "Xilei..."

"Long time no see, Eriagwen." "Xilei" said while walking downstairs.

But Brand suddenly froze, then the darkness in the entire room began to rage wildly.

All living people were instantly knocked down, sanity cleared leading to coma on the ground. Braineac's sharp electronic alarm was also drowned out.

"Xilei... how dare you..." Brand stared at him and said.

"Why do you think Xilei would help you?" "Xilei" looked at Brand and said.

"Don't forget what good deeds you did with my power last time!" Brand also dropped the pretense, he lost human form, became a black, blurry shadow, tall and thin, almost squeezing to the ceiling. In the darkness, a thread of gold gradually surged, like using a crazy, chaotic timeline to weave himself a gold gauze robe.

"So you think he'll stop me from asking you for power again?"

"Isn't that so?" Nyarlathotep's voice echoed in the room, "He won't allow you to destroy yourself again."

"It looks like you're going to side with him." "Shiler" spoke with the same calm tone.

Nyarlathotep stared at the person before him. For many years, people had used this body and called him "Shiler." Even after the body gained a new master, they could still always see his shadow in Shiler.

And when he returned once more, the vast and turbulent years of the past—when he had cleaved through thorns and pressed forward without hesitation—appeared in the minds of these onlookers, making them realize that the deeds of the former Shiler could also leave a deep enough scar in their endless, boundless lives.

"What should I call you?" Nyarlathotep asked him. "Shiler, or Anatoly?"

"Whatever you prefer." He shrugged and said, "Or let's get down to business. I need your power, Nyara."

"I won't lend you any power again." Nyarlathotep refused outright.

"I think we should talk about what happened to Edward."

"I didn't do it on purpose, and I've already done my best to make amends." Nyarlathotep emphasized, "And if it weren't for you coming back, making me want to escape this universe as quickly as possible, this wouldn't have happened!"

"I'm not here to blame you." "Shiler" looked into Nyara's eyes and said, "On the contrary, it's precisely because you've always been diligent and responsible, and have eliminated all influences, that I chose this gentle way to come talk to you."

"Gentle?" Nyarlathotep laughed as if he'd heard the biggest joke, "Sitting here waiting for me to walk into the trap—must be quite fun, huh?"

"Not as fun as going straight to your old hometown—you guess what the real Shiler is up to?"

Many bad memories surged into Nyara's heart at the same time, and he almost screamed: "No! Don't use that cannon!"

"Don't be afraid," he said with a smile, "Rest assured, there will be no murder tonight."

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