Schiller's mind was electric, and two facts flashed through his mind.
First, for such a big battle, Gordon must have arrived.
Second, the raven was still in the house, and there was no way he could hide it from the old detective.
But he still did not step on the brakes and let the car drive towards the police cordon at an extremely smooth speed. It was not until the policeman standing in front of the cordon waved to him to signal him to stop that Schiller slowly stepped on the brakes.
He got out of the car and found that the police officers who stopped him were two young guys. They were obviously new police officers who had just arrived recently. So he stretched out his hands to show that he was harmless and said: "I am a resident here. I just came here."
Coming back from the post office, what's going on here?"
The two police officers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Schiller was wearing a suit and ties, holding nothing in his hands, and driving a brand-name car that was well maintained.
"Sir, there was a murder in your community. Someone was dismembered in a gentleman's house. Now we have blocked the street and are investigating."
"Can I go back to my house then?"
"It's not possible right now. Please wait in the car for a while. We need to report the traffic to our superiors before we can open the cordon for you." One of the police officers said in a routine manner.
Schiller returned to the car, but waved two policemen over and handed one of them a tip roll. The policeman said understandingly: "I'm sorry, sir, but I have to say this. I'm afraid there is a terrible serial killer."
I'm wandering around your community. If you're not in a hurry to go home, I suggest you stay in a hotel for one night."
"Of course, I don't dare to go back, but I still have my underage niece at home. I have to take her to the new school to meet the teacher tomorrow. Why don't you ask your boss if you can send her out?"
Schiller handed over another roll of tips. The two policemen held the money with hesitant expressions on their faces. Logically speaking, the cordon should be wide in and out strictly to ensure that no suspect is missed.
But now everyone's life is difficult. They really need this tip. It's not good to just use people's money to help others solve their problems. It's not good to do nothing.
"Let me ask Officer Clay for you." The police officer put his hand on the car window frame and nodded to Schiller. Just as he was about to leave, Schiller stopped him and said, "But I heard
Director Gordon is personally responsible for all serious cases, didn’t he come?”
Schiller showed factual concerns because he knew that the eyes of the public were sharp. After so many years of hard work, Gordon had a high prestige among the people of Gotham. He not only gained the trust of the upper class, but also gained a reputation among ordinary people.
It's also good that everyone is counting on him and feels that he is the only police officer who can deliver justice.
Schiller frowned and showed a dissatisfied look, as if he was saying that Gordon didn't come after such a big deal, but in his heart he really wished that Gordon didn't come.
"Don't you know? Officer Gordon has been transferred to the Metropolitan Police Officer Training Academy for two weeks of experience sharing and teaching."
"Police training academy? Isn't the only police training academy on the East Coast in Chicago?" Schiller asked with some confusion.
"That one is newly opened." One of the police officers answered a little vaguely. He said, "All the good police sergeants on the east coast have been called in for training. It is estimated that they will not be able to come back within a month."
"Then this Officer Clay..."
"He was transferred to Gotham about a year ago." The young police officer replied: "He has a professional background and graduated from Pennsylvania State University with a major in criminal investigation. He was previously the head of the behavioral technology department of the Gotham Major Crime Unit.
I was trusted by Director Gordon, so I handed over all my work to him before he left."
Schiller nodded. He knew that after initially making up for the lack of firepower, the Gotham Police Department no longer spent a lot of money on hardware. Instead, it started working on software and hired many technical talents at high salaries.
Now the Gotham Police Department can be said to be the police department with the most comprehensive configuration, the strongest technical capabilities, and the most experience in handling various types of accidents on the East Coast. All of this is thanks to Chief Gordon who has been persevering, so he was called
It’s not strange to do training.
But the police academy in the metropolitan area caught Schiller's attention. The largest truly formal police academy on the East Coast is in Chicago, where Gordon came from. The others are all police training schools.
Judging from the current situation, the police talents produced by this police academy and many police academies are completely sufficient, and there has always been no shortage of police officers in the metropolis. Why should we set up a separate police academy and build such a large array?
battle?
Schiller put his doubts aside for the time being and prepared to say hello to Officer Clay. After the two young police officers reported Schiller's situation, Schiller was invited almost immediately.
After he walked over, he saw a tall white man who was dressed slightly differently from other ordinary police officers. He was between 35 and 40 years old. He had a broad face and deep eyes. He was the kind of police chief who often appears in movies and TV series.
.
There was another tall, thin, bald man next to him. As soon as he turned his head, Schiller recognized him. That was Principal Sivana.
Schiller came over, and Sivana immediately greeted him. He shook Schiller's hand first, then patted Schiller on the shoulder and said, "Fortunately, you're fine, Professor. I was worried."
"What on earth is going on?" Schiller looked confused.
He stepped forward and shook hands with Officer Clay. The officer looked Schiller up and down with his hawk-like eyes. The look that seemed to be observing the suspect made Schiller frown.
Sivana immediately stood between the two of them and introduced to Clay: "This is Schiller Rodriguez, a psychology professor at Gotham University and a world-renowned psychologist.
He has also made achievements in criminal investigation science and behavioral science, maybe you have heard of his name."
The tall white police officer known as Clay nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, I have seen this name in textbooks, but due to my responsibilities, I still need to ask you a few questions. I hope you don't mind."
"Come on, officer, Professor Schiller can't be the suspect. Didn't I tell you? I saw a big difference between the back of the serial killer and Professor Schiller. Anyone can tell at a glance that he doesn't
Suspicion."
"It's okay, officer, I just want to know what's going on." Schiller looked at Sivana and said, "But before that, I have to go back to the house to make sure my niece is okay."
Sivana suddenly realized it and said anxiously: "Oh my God, I almost forgot about this! Professor Schiller has an underage niece who may be alone in the house now. We have to find her quickly.
,You can’t let minors go..."
Just as he said this, there was a bang behind him. Schiller turned his head suddenly and saw that the wall in the backyard of his house collapsed. The moment his spiritual vision opened, he could see a force bursting out from the backyard, but
Disappeared in an instant without a trace.
He turned his peripheral vision to Sivana and found that Sivana's right eye also flashed with light. Apparently he also saw that power.
Several people immediately ran towards Schiller's house and opened the door. Schiller didn't see the figure of the raven, so he knew that something must have happened to the raven.
He opened the door directly in front of him, and as soon as he pushed the door open, he found that the previous sculptures had fallen to the ground. The bat doll was lying in the middle of the floor, with a cut on its back and messy traces of struggle everywhere.
Walking further inside, the dining table fell to the ground and vases were broken to pieces. There were no major problems with the kitchen countertop and stove, but the refrigerator fell over, face down, and the wires were torn.
Continuing forward, the backyard suffered the most. There was a big hole in the center of the backyard, and the remains of the unfinished barbecue grill and table football were still smoking.
"Oh God..." Sivana sighed.
"Rachel! Rachel!!" Schiller rushed to the second floor and did not see the raven. He knew that the raven was no longer in the house, but he still showed an anxious attitude.
The police officers quickly rushed in and began to search the house. After Schiller walked down and stared at Officer Clay for a while, he said with a very serious face: "Someone kidnapped my niece. I have to know this."
what's going on."
Clay made a gesture and asked all the police officers to chase him out in the direction of the collapsed wall. The police officers came out in full force, and the three of them left Schiller's house and returned to the street again.
"I was woken up tonight," Sivana said, "I heard something moving in the backyard, so I wanted to go over and take a look. As soon as I went out, I saw a black figure climbing out along the fence of my backyard."
"He left several black plastic bags in my backyard, the kind commonly used in trash cans outside. I walked over and took a look, and they turned out to be human body parts."
"I was frightened and called the police quickly. Officer Clay arrived quickly. I thought that such a short time was not enough to allow this horrific murderer to leave our community, so I proposed to cordon off the community."
After speaking, he showed a look of remorse and said: "We should strengthen the defense of every house, so that your niece will not... But I still don't understand what happened with the explosion."
"I was putting together a barbecue grill," Schiller said. "If a fight breaks out between them, it's probably a gas explosion."
Sivana seemed to want to find an excuse for this abnormality, and immediately nodded and said: "This is also possible, then the murderer and your niece may have been injured, and he cannot run far. I suggest that we continue the search.
Already."
"Of course." Clay said: "The disappearance of a minor is not a trivial matter. Even if we did not see her being kidnapped, we can still make this assumption. I will send someone to investigate immediately."
At this moment, a female police officer squeezed through the crowd and walked to Clay's ear, whispering a few words. Clay looked a little dissatisfied and said, "Why didn't you report it earlier?"
"It usually takes 10 to 24 hours to report a missing case." The female police officer said with some embarrassment: "Especially for adult missing cases, if they hadn't repeatedly requested it, we would have had to wait until night."
"What's wrong?" Although Schiller already knew it, he still asked deliberately.
"A model employee of the post office is missing." Clay frowned and said seriously: "The post office is already short of people, and now no one is doing the employee's job. They hope we can find him quickly."
"Bodies in bags!" Sivana immediately exclaimed.
The three of them came to Sivana's backyard together again. No one had touched the crime scene. At this time, several police officers from the Physical Evidence Division were checking the outside of the bag for clues.
Clay waved his hand, and someone immediately opened the bag carefully. An older policeman next to him glanced at Schiller, and Schiller also looked at him. This policeman was the only familiar face among all the policemen. He had always followed him before.
Behind Gordon.
"There is no head." The older police officer put his hands on his hips and shook his head. "We haven't opened the bag yet, but we can tell from the outer outline that the head of the body is missing."
Clay could obviously tell, but he still wanted to take out the limbs from the bag. Just when the bag was turned over and the strong smell of blood emitted, Schiller turned his head and coughed twice, and Sivana also backed away.
Two steps.
Clay's eyes swept across the two of them. Schiller frowned with a look of disgust, while Sivana looked a little pale.
"You don't look very scared, Professor." Clay said, staring at Schiller.
