Cobot was stunned when he heard this. He looked back at the fat man and said, "But he admitted it."
Schiller frowned. After he walked over, he took a careful look at the fat man who was pressed to the ground. This fat man was no different from an ordinary gang member. He was wearing a tight suit. He was sweating profusely and shaking with his face.
The fat meat on the top was trembling, as if it was dripping with oil.
"He is Farnas' nephew." Cobot turned to look at the fat man, tutted and said, "Farnas had a bad relationship with his sister, but his sister was murdered after she left home to work alone.
Out of honor considerations, Fanas adopted Frankfurt, who was young at the time, but did not pay much attention to him."
Schiller sat down on the sofa next to him and frowned at the man named Frankfurt. He looked almost thirty years old, but he didn't have the ferocious look of other gang members at all, even though he wore a uniform that was common among gang members.
The black suit looks like an insurance salesman.
"Farnas is not a very authoritarian person. He doesn't like this nephew not because of his sister, but because his nephew is too timid. He will cry even when he hears the sound of gunfire in the manor. Farnas thinks this is
You are embarrassing the Fanas family."
"No wonder." Schiller rubbed the handle of the umbrella with his fingers, and then repeated his conclusion: "Although this can be called a miracle in Gotham, he has indeed never killed anyone."
"How is this determined?" Cobot asked curiously.
Schiller did not answer the question. He looked up at Cobot who was standing and asked: "You said he admitted it. What did he admit it to?"
"He had some issues with little Farnus and old Mrs. Spencer, and he wanted to kill him." Cobot walked to Schiller, looked at Frankfurt with some disgust and said: "The Farnus family all
I dislike his size very much, and little Fanas has threatened him several times, telling him not to go out and embarrass the Fanas family."
"Old Mrs. Spencer liked Farnes' sister, Frankfurt's mother, very much. After her death, old Mrs. Spencer also loved Frankfurt, but she also didn't want Frankfurt to be too fat and find someone for Frankfurt.
He got a very strict tutor to supervise his exercise and diet."
Schiller nodded, indicating that he understood the situation. He looked at Frankfurt's body shape again. The man was not tall. He was only about 1.7 meters tall when he stood straight. His bones were not very strong, but he weighed at least 220 pounds by visual inspection.
, without any muscles, so it looks quite bloated.
Human fat is a natural shield, so many gang members deliberately train themselves to have fat muscles, but that is not pure fat, and they don't look that bloated.
Therefore, there are many macho men in the gang who are nearly two meters tall and look like double-door refrigerators. Being tall is not a big problem, and the suits can be completely customized. The biggest problem in Frankfurt is that the body fat rate is too high, the muscle mass is insufficient, and they are already fat as tires.
People.
The twelve families in Gotham are all traditional Italian gangs, and because of the influence of the old godfather, the gang members pay great attention to their external image. Different families have different styles in dressing, but the whole thing is very unified.
.
Needless to say, what a tragic contrast it will be when a pure fat man appears among a group of tall and strong men. If he could barely get by in the past, then the conflict between Frankfurt and other members of the family will definitely intensify this summer, because the fat man's
Summer is very difficult.
Too much weight will make it difficult to exercise, and you will sweat a lot, and your body will easily smell bad. In addition, gang members wear suits and ties wherever they go, and this problem will become more serious. It is very likely that Frankfurt is here
Xia Tian suffered too many fierce verbal attacks, which led him to have the idea of killing even though he was timid.
Schiller still shook his head and said: "He probably didn't really do anything. Have you asked him?"
"He said he had prepared poison."
"What type of poison?"
Cobot winked at Frankfurt, who trembled and said: "I, I found someone to buy some cyanide..."
"No." Victor said, "If it were potassium cyanide, the corpse would not be in such an extremely swollen state. I have seen corpses poisoned by cyanide, but it is not like this."
"No similar highly toxic substances were found in the autopsy report." Cobot sighed and said: "But among the twelve families, he is really the only one who is so fat. Fanas still thinks of his sister.
Please be merciful, if any other family members dare to change into this shape, they will be locked up by the clan leader and starved until they lose weight."
"This is not a solution." Schiller shook his head and said, "Let him go to Gotham Technical College. There is a shortage of manpower to install air conditioners there. He will definitely lose weight by working for a summer."
This farce ends here. On the one hand, Schiller is too experienced in this. Frankfurt is completely the type of person who is evil-hearted but not courageous. To say the least, Frankfurt's size is too conspicuous, and he can sneak into others covertly.
It was impossible to poison the family, and with his position in the Fanas family, he couldn't instruct anyone.
Frankfurt was taken away, but Schiller did not leave the Cobot Manor immediately. He began to ask Cobot about the current situation of the Twelve Families. He insisted on his own judgment that the murderer must have dealt with members of the Twelve Families.
Cobot talked intermittently about some major events that had happened among the Twelve Families recently, but most of them were related to the family's shortcomings, or were about the Gotham Music Festival, and there were no very noteworthy people.
After it got dark, Schiller said a few words and asked Cobot to keep an eye on the situation of the Twelve Families. He returned to Rodriguez Manor, where Barry was sitting on the sofa by the window reading a book.
"Oh, professor, you're back." Barry put down the book and went to greet her. Schiller handed Merkel the suit jacket he took off and said, "How do you feel? Are you still dizzy?"
Barry shook his head and said: "No, I have nothing to do. Well, professor, my parents..."
"I called them. They may not be able to pick you up until next week. Do you miss them?"
"A little bit, Harley and Bruce..."
"They have all gone home. Little Bruce has returned to his universe. Harley is now living in Gordon Manor with air conditioning. If you want, I can also send you to Wayne Manor. Alfred will be very happy.
.”
Barry sighed softly, shook his head and said, "No, no need, I will stay here until my parents come to pick me up. What happened before is so shocking, I need some time to digest it."
"It's better if they come later, otherwise I'm really afraid that I will tell them all these things and frighten them."
"The reason I hope you stay here for a while is because your ability is of a special nature. Once you lose control and run wild, you may cause big trouble. While the situation is still unstable, it is best to stay in a safe environment."
"Of course, I understand, Professor." Barry looked up at Schiller and said, "My future self will be very close to you, which means we will definitely get along well, right?"
Schiller smiled and nodded, turned around and wanted to walk towards the bedroom, but Barry ran in front of him and stopped him, and said: "Well, Professor, is there anything I can do to help? I really
There’s nothing to do…”
Schiller looked back at Merkel and asked: "Is the garden done? You can take Barry to mow the lawn with you."
Merkel showed a troubled expression, and Schiller sighed and said: "Don't tell me that my garden has been destroyed again."
"It's not completely destroyed yet." Merkel explained with a gloomy face: "Originally, the newly transplanted plants in the garden were bought at a high price and can adapt to Gotham's rainy and sunny climate, but recently, my brother
The sun in Tan was so strong that most of the flowers and plants were burned to death."
Schiller covered his forehead with his hand. He waved to Barry, who immediately followed him. Schiller took Barry and Merkel to the garden.
The general structure of the garden has not changed much, and it can be seen that it was once prosperous, but now all the herbs in the flower beds have fallen down, and they look like they are about to die.
It can be seen from the water stains next to the flower bed that Merkel must have poured a lot of water, but Schiller always believed that his butler was good at everything, but he was not compatible with this manor with a large garden.
He doesn’t even have the most basic gardening knowledge.
It doesn’t mean that if a plant looks like it’s about to dry out, it should be watered desperately. A large amount of watering coupled with the harsh midday sun is simply a disaster. Merkel must bear at least 30% of the responsibility for the garden becoming what it is now.
But Schiller didn't say much, because Merkel did a good job in everything except managing the garden, and Schiller believed that Merkel was not the only housekeeper in Gotham who was worried about the poor condition of the garden.
There is nothing to blame.
So he knocked on the stained glass with his hand and said, "Please ask Miss Pamela to come over tomorrow. Forget about the rest, the tree used to hang Batman must not die."
Schiller returned to his bedroom and prepared to sleep, but at this moment there was a knock on the door. After Schiller opened the door, he found Barry in pajamas appearing outside the door.
"What's wrong? Barry."
"Well, it's nothing." Barry showed a troubled expression on his face, moved his lips, and then said: "I know it's not good to disturb you so late, but I feel a little uncomfortable staying in the room alone."
Barry seemed to have something to explain, and he was leaning sideways as if he was about to run away at any moment. Schiller interrupted him, opened the door, turned sideways to make room for him, and said, "Come in."
The unprecedented bright moonlight covered the garden of the manor with a thin and cold veil. It was not until the round moon hung high in the sky that Schiller walked out of his bedroom.
Merkel, who was waiting outside the door, glanced at the crack in the door. Barry was sleeping soundly on the bed in the master bedroom. Schiller closed the door gently. Merkel pointed to the door and spoke.
Type, Schiller nodded and took the herbal tea from his hand.
"Barry is having some panic attacks and separation anxiety," Schiller said as he walked down the stairs. "He's feeling uneasy with his newfound strength, but I don't think a prescription is necessary for the time being. He should be fine soon."
It will get better.”
"Merkel, you call Chief Gordon tomorrow morning and invite him to the private banquet I prepared for him to congratulate him on his promotion. Ask him if he can bring Miss Harley Quinzel and attend the banquet.
Then keep her here as a guest for a while."
Early the next morning, Harley rushed into Rodriguez Manor in a hurry, hugged Barry who was drinking coffee, and made him almost spit out the coffee in his mouth.
"Long time no see, Barry! I heard you are running very fast now, how about you help me get the money I forgot in the bank vault?"
