Meiman: I was a policeman in Gotham

Chapter 134 A Case

The rain fell in a patter, and a police car ran over the puddle, splashing a circle of water.

Gordon got out of the car, stepped through a shattered glass door, and...saw smiles all over the place.

"I know who did it, it's easy to guess."

Gordon subconsciously put his hand into his breast pocket, and when he felt empty, he remembered that he had quit smoking for a long time.

But he always forgets about it.

Smiling corpses piled up into mountains, as if they were still laughing heartily at the moment before they died, but there was no trace of poisonous gas left at the scene, and the forensic doctor said that they all died of gunshots, but under what circumstances were they shot to death? After that, will people still keep a smiling face?

Gordon turned his head, but didn't see the familiar figure.

"My old man, where have you been?"

"cheers!"

The wine glasses collided, and the precious wine spilled out of the glass, and it was just wasted, but everyone present didn't care, because waste was one of the rights they enjoyed.

"Let's celebrate the formal cooperation between Lex Group and Wayne Group!"

Cups were mixed, cups passed, and under the focus of the lights, Bruce and Luthor were smiling, accepting congratulations from celebrities from all walks of life.

The dazzling and majestic interior, surrounded by melodious songs, is nothing more than a fairyland on earth, but outside, separated by a wall, there are dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and strong winds. All signs indicate that a storm is coming.

Bruce looked out the window. Since Gulardo came to Gotham, Gotham has rarely rained so heavily. Is it because of Gulardo's departure, or... because of someone's return.

Bruce would like to put on the cloak and become the Dark Knight to find the truth, but the fact is that Gotham needs Bruce Wayne more now. The city is at a critical moment of transformation, like a ship about to pass through a storm. Bruce must Take control of the rudder yourself.

Especially when this person is still on board.

"Oh~ my old buddy, you're hiding here." Luther came over with a goblet and put one hand on Bruce's shoulder.

"Today is our big day, believe me, we will definitely have a big harvest!"

Luther raised the goblet, and a shadow on the ceiling was reflected in the translucent liquid, which was...an owl.

Bruce looked up sharply, but he saw nothing.

Luther gave him a meaningful look: "What's wrong, my partner, the wine has been spilled."

"Then pour me another glass."

Bruce looked down, regaining his composure.

On the ceiling, the crystal chandelier rotates slowly, and an upside-down owl moves under the light, flapping its wings and flying towards the rain curtain.

The owls of Gotham are never afraid of the rain.

……

"Huh, huh..."

In the community gym, a woman with explosive curves is swinging her arms crazily. Her swaying upper limbs are eye-catching, and everyone in the gym casts their eyes on the same place.

But what they were looking at was not the big breasts and fat buttocks, but the treadmill with a plume of black smoke rising from her feet.

The coach and the students whispered: "I bet a pack of protein powder, this one will break again."

"What's the bet on the obvious, which is the number one treadmill to break this week?"

Bang, the treadmill stopped, and the woman walked in front of them, leaving a determined back.

"No. [-]." The trainee looked at her obsessively. "What a muscular body. I really want to know how she got it."

The coach brought his students back to reality: "I advise you to stay away from her, come here, and help me move the broken treadmill down."

Some students asked in puzzlement: "She has damaged so many fitness equipment, why do you let her come?"

The coach replied while carrying the treadmill: "There are two reasons, one is true and the other is false, which one do you want to hear?"

"I want to know both."

"Because she was a high paraplegic disabled person who could only sit in a wheelchair a month ago, and she is still recovering. We cannot refuse a disabled person to perform rehabilitation exercises. That is not correct."

"Sounds real, what about the other one?"

"Because her name is Barbara Gordon, the daughter of the Gotham Police Chief.

She can afford it. "

Barbara can hear the conversations in the gym, but she doesn't care at all. She is immersed in her own world. Every evening at five o'clock, Barbara will come to the gym for a run, which is a part of rehabilitation.

Every time she started running, Barbara couldn't slow down, she didn't enjoy the thrill of sweating because the sweat was born of fear, she wasn't running, she was running, from the nightmare escaped during the day.

Barbara knew that her mental state was not very good. As Qin Su said, others could help her physically, but Barbara could only rely on herself psychologically.

Barbara came home to prepare dinner, but failed to wait for her father. Gordon said that he had a case to deal with temporarily, turned and ran out of the house.

Barbara hesitated for a moment, went back to the room, put on the earphones, and tuned to the police channel. During the period of paralysis, she used this equipment to help Batman punish rape and eliminate evil.

"Zizi... 134 corpses appeared in a bar at No. 21 Rum Street. The corpses were in horrific death. It is suspected that a clown committed the crime..."

The earphones fell from Barbara's head.

"Zizi... I can't get in touch with Batman. This time I have to rely on you, Qin Su. I don't worry about the other police officers..."

Gordon glanced back at his home, then picked up the walkie-talkie: "At seven o'clock, we will meet at the crime scene."

He turned back inside and knocked on his daughter's door.

"Barbara, I have to go out with Qin Su, don't wait for me to come back Good night."

And behind the closed door, Barbara had already changed into a complete bat uniform, put on a bat hood, and spread her long orange-red hair on her shoulders. Barbara jumped onto the window sill, her cloak fluttering in the strong wind. Hunting sound.

"I can get over it," she said to herself.

Gordon drove out in the police car, and the shadow of a bat passed through the lamp post.

Batgirl, back in Gotham.

……

Barbara and Gordon almost rushed to the scene of the crime, a bar in a deep alley.

The police officers cordoned off the scene outside to prevent irrelevant personnel from entering and exiting. Gordon also began to look for traces left by the murderer at the scene.

In fact, the murderer didn't even want to hide his identity. The weird smiling face on the corpse and the joke cards placed on the bar all showed the clown's maverick.

"But the clown is dead, he was stabbed to death by Harleen Quizell, and I watched his body burn to ashes with my own eyes." Gordon denied his own thoughts.

"The only possibility is the... new clown that Qin Su brought back."

"I can guarantee that that clown will not kill people for no reason."

Qin Su suddenly appeared behind Gordon, frightening Gordon enough, he gave Qin Su a look: "You definitely did it on purpose."

Qin Su silently put away the snake charm, and carefully stepped over the corpse on the ground: "If this is really what he did, it can only mean one thing, these people deserve to die."

"Even if this clown is really like you said, only attacking the wicked, we still have to arrest him." Gordon looked serious, "No one can jump above the law and judge criminals on his behalf, especially now. "

The corners of Qin Su's lips curled up: "Chief, I didn't say that he is not allowed to be hunted down, and I will help the police station. If he is caught, he has nothing to do. I bet he will be convinced.

But I don't want to see the police force of this case wasted on people who have nothing to do with it, and the evidence is this body. "

Qin Su went to the drunk man's body and checked, and found that there were sharp foreign objects in his mouth and throat, which were presumed to be the same thing.

Qin Su put on gloves, and used tweezers to grab a small green lump of sticky blood from the drunk's mouth.

"Glass shards, the color looks like a beer bottle. The deceased held a half-exploded beer bottle in his hand. The glass shards in his mouth should have come from this... This is most likely the first deceased."

Gordon looked at Qin Su with gratified eyes: "How did you figure it out?"

"Expression." Qin Su said categorically, "He is the only corpse that didn't smile, but had a frightened face, and the cause of death was not a gunshot."

He came to the bar, picked up the bloody ghost card on the table, and said in his mouth: "And I noticed a very strange thing.

It's a bar, right? "

Gordon understood when he heard this: "There are no bar staff among the dead!"

Qin Su clapped his hands with his fists: "That's right, that's the problem, no matter how few staff there are in a bar, at least there must be a bartender, but there's none here.

Now there are two possibilities, one is that the bartender is alive, he chose to escape in fear of the murderer, and the second possibility is that the bartender is the murderer! "

Qin Su held the ghost card to his nose, and he smelled alcohol.

"Let the forensic doctor examine the remains of the deceased's stomach, and remember to ask them to take biochemical protection. The corpse is very likely to contain the clown virus, so don't get infected."

Gordon ran outside to direct, leaving Qin Su alone on the bar, where he sat between Harleen and the fighter clown at that time.

What Qin Su faced was exactly where the bartender was.

Qin Su tapped the table with his forefinger knuckles: "These people should be infected with the virus and turned into clowns, so the one who killed them is probably the clown I brought over. What about the other one, who is the clown who poisoned them?"

There are three clowns in Gotham, one was stabbed by Harleen, and the double-faced man said that it was a clown, that is, the second-generation clown, and the remaining two clowns, one is a cold-faced killer and the other is a comedian.

"Finally, I know why foreign heroes are always being played around. Even if you have supernatural abilities, it's useless to find someone. I really can't do detective work."

Qin Su secretly complained in his heart, Batman can't get away now, Robin is not mature enough, who can he count on?
Barbara, who was lying on the ceiling and eavesdropped on Qin Su's entire analysis, took out her laptop and began to search for the recent chemical waste discharge in Gotham. Soon Barbara found something strange, and some of the data did not match.

"Someone stole 3 tons of chemical waste, which is quite a lot, and the transportation process should be left in the traffic monitoring."

Barbara's hand speed was faster than she could open her mouth to talk to herself, she tapped the keyboard, and hacked into the government's traffic supervision system in the blink of an eye. This is not the first time Barbara has done this kind of thing. There is a back door inside, so that you can come in and out at will.

"Yes, there is a large tanker truck that is not on the transportation list, let me retrace the route."

Barbara locks on to a tanker, and the image on the screen starts to fade away until she hits pause.

"Found it, ACE Chemical Factory."

(End of this chapter)