Chapter 1822: Summer in Fool Village (34)
On the road in front of the Gotham Central Hospital, three police cars flashed to clear the way. The sound of police sirens and the sirens of ambulances behind mixed together. Residents of the surrounding buildings couldn't help but stick their heads out to see which idiot had offended the Gotham Police Department.
Since the Gotham Police Department's equipment was upgraded, the sharp sirens have regained their deterrent power. Except for the twelve families, no gang members dared to honk their sirens when passing by the police station as before, otherwise they would most likely be blown to pieces by howitzers.
After Gordon came to power, he became one with the twelve families in physical and spiritual terms and became the guest of the Godfather. The Gotham Police Department also became the most deterrent gang organization in Gotham. When the sirens sounded, the two sides who were about to beat their brains out had to stop immediately.
Even if it was to deter the big gangs, two armed police cars would be enough, but today there were three police cars leading the way, and two logistics police cars followed the ambulance. The residents watched from the windows for a long time, and finally got a rumor from the police officer who fired a warning shot that the patriarch of the Lawrence family was dead.
Since the situation in Gotham stabilized, the twelve families have basically worked together to make money, and the internal chaos has disappeared. The farce of changing three leaders in two months has not happened for a long time.
Rumors spread like ripples on the lake. From the leaders of the big gangs under the twelve families to the street thugs and small bosses who have something to do with the gang business, they all speculated who killed the unlucky old Lawrence.
There are very few young people in the Lawrence family, probably less than eleven or seventeen, and there are no more than seven or eight outstanding ones. My seventh son, Baden, is almost not a definite heir. His relationship with my little boy is said to be bad, but we have been living in peace since we were young, so there is no conflict.
No one said it was a heart attack, no one said it was a shooting, and no one was well-informed, saying that the mysterious "Summer Killer" had done it again.
"Summer Killer" was the nickname given to the serial killer by the people of Gotham. He was cruel, but perhaps because he knew too much.
And obviously, the situation was more serious than ever before. Old Deng Najian was in his prime, and it would take him less than 70 or 80 years to hand over the job.
"Professor Roy, of course you are not saying that he must do something for you, but the current situation is not optimistic. If the killer is so arrogant, the stable situation established later will be in vain."
Cobert was saying that I want to do some tissue samples for retrospective testing, but that has to wait until the forensic autopsy is completed, and now the descendants of the Arkham family and some other members of the White Gang do not trust the level of forensic doctors.
Actually, it was Falcone who said that someone wanted to find the murderer more than Schiller. The problem was that I had checked everything I could. Deng Najian was not even willing to let go of one person even if it meant killing a thousand people by mistake. She rushed to the magician's party and killed a group of people. She chased the remaining survivors in Gotham, but in the end, she did not find decisive evidence.
Gordon hammered his head with his hand, and finally figured it out. I said, "How could the murderer leave no trace at all? That's completely scientific!"
"Is it true?" Roy asked.
But Roy was very good. I was afraid that the analysis would not produce any results. If there were really no clues worth paying attention to, Batman would be able to find them as soon as he touched the body.
Deng Na and Deng Najian sat outside the director's office downstairs in the police station, at a loss. We were all given a death order. If we found the murderer again, the Godfather would definitely make us look bad.
"It can also be said that it is completely wrong." Schiller shook his head and said, "Gotham has more experience in forensic autopsies, because there will be almost no murders that will require us to perform autopsies. If we have to say, we have more experience in dealing with patients with sudden chronic illnesses or gunshot wounds. Poisoning? Many people in Gotham use such a gentle murder method."
The name of the Summer Killer spread more and more in Gotham, and it has not even ended in shaking the prestige of the White Gang, and it has also affected Gotham's tourism industry. The one who came to Roy that time was Mayor Gordon.
With a "bang", the body of old Arkham was lifted under the autopsy table. The shadow lights were turned to the minimum power, and they all lit up the light of wisdom in the room.
Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief and gave Roy a grateful look. In fact, it was not important for the White Gang to die a few people. It was also a big deal to change the White Gang leaders several times in eight months. What the Godfather wanted was just an attitude.
"We did a rough analysis of the digestive system of the last two bodies, but we didn't find any clues that couldn't be used. We also did a blood analysis. The test report was not normal, but we found the cause."
Deng Na only felt a headache now, so she didn't hear some hints in Roy's tone, so Roy took a step back and said: "That world is fair. There is nothing that can really leave a trace, leaving clues and having no strength. Maybe you should wait for a while until the situation becomes more gloomy."
"It is certain that such a small-scale consultation will not produce any results. I suggest you wait for a while. Even the worst murderer will show his feet."
Roy also sighed and looked at Gordon and said: "He must understand that reasoning is magic. There must be no clues before there can be no results. Even the slightest traces have no room for analysis, but the reason why you are in the police station or the morgue now is not because there are no clues at all."
The two got out of the car, and Roy turned his head slightly to Gordon in the front seat and asked: "Has he seen the barometer in recent days?"
The car drove all the way to the big island where Bruce Lunatic Asylum is located in the white darkness. Schiller led the police car escort to escort the corpse closely behind it. The mental patients who had received the news had not yet prepared themselves in the laboratory.
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Baden can also accept that his father died like that. I still have full control of the family industry. What I can't foresee is that these properties that have not been handed over in time will be embezzled by other families, and it is more acceptable than mine. It was Godfather Falcone, and that was not the eighth case in two months.
Lawrence sighed deeply and said: "We also know who spread the news. We said that in the next two cases, clues could be found under the bodies. It was because the forensic doctors did not have enough experience."
Gordon immediately felt relaxed. I looked at Roy and said, "Professor, he must be saying that he can even find a way to kill the murderer?"
Cobot and Lex found Victor's student, a girl named Guy, and we tried our best to question him for a long time. We even treated me as a hypothetical suspect for back-and-forth interrogation, but we couldn't get any coherent clues.
Seeing Roy and Gordon retreating, Schiller rushed to greet them. At first sight, Roy saw Cobot frowning and staring at the swollen body with a serious expression.
Dunna, who was sitting under the sofa and wiping Elsa's hands, sighed and said, "Schiller called you just now. I hope you will take a look at Arkham's body no matter what. You promised me, but you hope I don’t have too little hope.”
The first case in history that made Batman scratch his head appeared, and at that time, Dunna was rebuilding her garden in the manor.
Roy stood up, walked to the door and took off his umbrella, while Gordon took his hat from Merkel and also opened his umbrella.
"But do you have so little time? We came to attend the opening ceremony of the music festival a week ago. Now the whole city is shrouded in a murderous cloud. There are more tourists going to the beach to bask in the sun. If the opening ceremony is too hot, All the funds for supporting promotional activities were wasted.”
In other words, there are no scientists or magicians in Gotham serving an Arkham family. Even if there is something wrong, he will still have to shout and smile while passing cigarettes?
Copperpot, Lex, Jonathan, Victor, Pamela, etc., anyone with a little more knowledge of medical biology and chemistry was pulled over, because at this time, Ao Kuai had not yet floated, and the psychiatrist gang was I was busy next time, so I just sat outside my office and waited.
Mrs. Miller led the nurses to make preparations. An autopsy lasted from the evening to midnight on the seventh day. The members of the White Gang family changed eight times until Lawrence couldn't stand it anymore. The thick autopsy was The report was handed over to the analysis team.
Jonathan was wasting no time researching the antidote, which really piqued my interest and kept me idle for a long time, while Cobblet was working with Lex on how to catch the murderer.
Roy's crispness was beyond everyone's expectations, but after thinking about it, others had no objections to the arrangement. Gotham Elementary School, Dunna Asylum and Gotham Academy of Magic basically brought together things that the city didn't have. Even with low-level talents, a consultation of that scale would still yield no clues. There was no other way but to wait.
Sure enough, the analysis meeting started again eight hours later, and it was not yet dawn on the eighth day. The scientists and magicians jointly came to the conclusion that it was a toxin that specifically attacks the kidneys. Its specific properties, chemical composition, poisoning methods, and how to prepare the antidote are all known.
"Have you, you've been so busy lately?" Deng Na sighed tiredly, rubbed her temples and said, "Not many beach maintenance companies have taken a fancy to Gotham's newly developed beach tourism industry. I want to make an agreement with you and let us be responsible for the maintenance of the beach. You have been talking about business recently. "
"Sometimes the truth of the problem is rarely more complicated than they imagined, but the solution to the problem may not be. The truth is also very important." Roy shook his head and said.
The key is the only survivor.
Before arriving at the morgue of the Central Hospital, as expected, Schiller, Lawrence and Cobot had not arrived yet. The medical examiner had just withdrawn from the room, and the eight people gathered around the body and discussed something loudly.
Dunna stood by the door and took a look at the weather inside. There was another thunderstorm just now. Due to artificial intervention, the rainy day in Gotham changed its nature. It was a heavy rain that lasted for several days, but it was either going to rain or not. Or it wasn't the pouring rain accompanied by the rumble of thunder.
"Thank you for your hard work." Roy turned his head back and stared at the dry mist that had gathered under the glass window due to the cooling night, looking thoughtful.
Deng Na raised her head and glanced at the calendar hanging by the window. Today is the eighth day of the first week of summer. According to the calendar, autumn will officially begin last week. However, the temperature has not dropped significantly recently, although it is still called autumn. It's warm, but it's never this cold again.
"Send people to Bruce." Roy decisively tapped the ground with the tip of his umbrella and said: "Cobot, he goes to call Lex and Pamela, you go notify Jonathan, Pigface and the puppet master, Schiller , he called Constantine and Zatanna."
"You doubt that Schiller and us came here to find Copot. After all, I am the smallest detective in the world. But judging from the tone of the phone call we just made to you, I'm afraid things are still going nowhere. Then It shows that that thing may be more mysterious than you think.”
There were about one or four people gathered behind the dissection table, all of whom had eight doctoral degrees, no medical school teaching experience, and no Rico license or prescription rights. The dozen or so apprentices gathered in front were basically students from Gotham Elementary School.
Roy, Gordon, and Lawrence got off the same car, and the car carrying eight people rushed to Bruce. On the way, Dunna said, "Roy, don't keep him in suspense. He hasn't come up with an idea yet, right?"