amaotonovel Chapter 2992: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (26)
Chapter 2992: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (26)
Chapter 2992: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (Twenty-Six)
In Gordon's office, he was looking at the map on the desk, and several of his old subordinates were shaking their heads and sighing.
"This guy definitely did it on purpose." One of the strong male detectives with a full beard said, "Where the body was found, there are four cold storages around it. One of them has a surname of Richie, one has a surname of Lawrence, one has a surname of Spencer, and the other has a surname of fucking Falcone."
"He just froze to death." Another capable female detective with short hair said, "If we announce the cause of death, it would be like saying that the owners of the cold storages around here are suspects. But if we don't announce it, it won't last long. The reporters' cars are already coming this way."
"Don't announce it yet." Gordon said, "When nothing has been done yet, it's better not to offend the reporters than to offend them. Moreover, if I remember correctly, these cold storages have adopted the latest refrigeration and preservation technology, which means that it is not cold inside."
Several people at the table frowned. They really didn't understand the technical issues in this area. Gordon paused and walked to the phone. Soon, Victor Freese, a famous cryogenics professor at Gotham University, appeared in his office.
"Long time no see, Professor Freese, is Nora feeling better?"
"She's much better and can go back to class. Why did you suddenly remember to ask me about the cold storage? I haven't been a consultant for a long time."
"Yes, but you always have a relationship with them. We just want to know whether these four cold storages all use the latest dense ice preservation technology. Does any of them have traditional cold storage?"
Victor walked to the desk and looked at the map. After thinking for a while, he said, "I have the impression that these companies should have used the latest technology, but who still retains the traditional cold storage... I remember that this one seems to have kept a small ice storage."
Victor pointed his finger at one of the locations, and everyone's faces turned ugly, because this cold storage was Falcone's property.
With the old godfather returning to Italy and the new godfather missing, the Falconet family's business was handed over to Cobblepot. However, Gordon knew that in Cobblepot's heart, nothing was more important than his mother. As his mother was in poor health, he would never spare the energy to do such things.
But all the clues point to Cobblepot. In addition to the cold storage, Cobblepot is also one of the candidates for mayor. Although he did not publicize it because of his mother's health problems and seemed to be planning to give up, his support rate is not low. The whitewashed gangs all hope that someone who represents their interests will come to power, and Cobblepot is the best candidate.
In other words, once Mr. Nygma died, Cobert was one of the beneficiaries. He had both the motive and the conditions, and in an instant he became the biggest suspect.
The fact that two mayoral candidates were involved meant that this was definitely not a simple murder case. There might be a complicated political game behind it. Gordon felt his head buzzing.
But no matter what, he didn't think that Cobblepot would take action at this time. Gordon watched Cobblepot grow up, and he knew that Cobblepot would never leave his mother for even half a minute at this time. Even if he wanted to hire someone to kill someone, he would not choose this time.
Suddenly Gordon remembered that Cobblepot's mother was recuperating in Arkham Asylum, so Cobblepot was in Arkham Asylum, and Schiller was also in Arkham Asylum.
Okay, the case is solved, now we know who did it.
But on second thought, Gordon felt that something was wrong. If it was Schiller, he would not just throw Nygma's body in the alley. He would definitely do something with the body, and the way he did it would often reveal why he wanted to kill this person.
But Nygma's body was thrown naked in an ordinary alley without any external injuries on his body. Apart from the fact that he died of hypothermia, there were no clues or traces to indicate why he died like this. This really didn't seem like Schiller's work.
Gordon would not believe that Schiller had suddenly changed his personality, learned how to disguise himself, or was too lazy to work because the weather was too hot. If the conditions were not right, he would rather not do it. As long as he did it, he would do it perfectly.
If not Schiller, who could it be?
Just then, there was a knock on the office door, and a subordinate standing outside the door said, "Boss, the laboratory department said they found new clues. Do you want to go over and take a look?"
Gordon stood up immediately, and everyone followed him, including Victor. No one wanted to chase him away, so he followed Gordon to the laboratory smoothly.
The person in charge of the laboratory was a skinny black man. He handed Gordon an X-ray and said, "We found something in the stomach of the corpse, but we can't determine what it is without opening the abdominal cavity. Do you want to perform an autopsy?"
Gordon hesitated for a moment and said, "Does he have any relatives?"
Another subordinate stepped forward and said, "We have informed Mr. Nygma's wife and son, and they said that we can use any investigative means to find the real culprit."
"Are they coming?"
"No, because they don't want to run into reporters."
"A wise choice." Gordon walked to the bed where the body was lying. The white cloth had been removed and the body was well preserved, almost as if it was still alive. Gordon instinctively felt something was wrong.
"Hasn't the body started to rot yet?"
"We were just about to talk about this." The black man came over and said, "The temperature of the body is abnormal, far below room temperature, which is why there is no sign of deterioration. It looks like it's still alive."
Gordon hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are you sure he's dead?"
"There are no signs of life." The black man shook his head and said, "To be on the safe side, we also tested the brain waves and confirmed that he is brain dead."
Gordon walked up and gently touched the body and found that the temperature of the body was indeed abnormally low. In order to maintain the condition of the body, the air conditioning in the laboratory was turned on very high, but the body was not cold to the touch, but like an ice cube, and it was a little freezing to the touch.
Just like what the black man said, the body was too intact. If it hadn't been lying there motionless, Gordon would have thought it was still a living person. What method did the murderer use to ensure the freshness of the body?
Gordon knew he couldn't delay any longer, so he said to the black man, "Prepare for the autopsy. Open his stomach and see what that thing is."
Because everyone's attention was on the corpse, no one saw Victor's surprised and thoughtful expression when he looked at the X-ray.
The forensic doctors in the laboratory worked quickly. After a short while, the stomach of the corpse was opened and something was taken out from it by gloved hands. As soon as the thing was taken out, Gordon felt a chill in his face.
A small device was raised in front of the goggles. At the same time, the temperature on the thermometer in contact with the skin of the corpse began to rise, which meant that it was this palm-sized device that maintained the temperature and freshness of the corpse.
what is this?
Gordon looked at the thing through the glass observation window. Soon, the whole thing was disinfected. The black man came over with the thing, took off his goggles and said, "It looks like a cold air generator, but the size is a bit too small. I have never seen it on the market. Or is there some breakthrough in refrigeration technology that I don't know about?"
Gordon took the device from him and found that it had no switch and could not be stopped, but just holding it in his hand made him feel cool all over. It was a little too cool, and it made him want to shiver after holding it for less than a few seconds.
Gordon had no choice but to put the thing down and turned to look at Victor. Victor looked normal. He walked through the crowd, picked up the device, looked at it carefully and said, "The principle of dense ice is to ensure that the things inside it do not participate in heat exchange as much as possible, but this thing is for cooling and refrigeration, which is completely different from my approach."
"Do you know anyone who could build this?"
"Excuse me, I've never heard of such a cryogenics expert." Victor seemed a little confused. He said, "I know almost everyone in the industry, but I haven't heard of anyone making something like this. Besides, the weather is so hot now. If there was such a thing, it would have sold out a long time ago. Who would want to go against money?"
Everyone thought what he said made sense. This thing was small and portable, and the cooling effect was so good that even if the price was a little higher, it was acceptable. Who wouldn't want to be as cool as autumn in weather over 40 degrees?
Just as everyone was studying this little thing, a painful groan suddenly came from the dissection room in the back.
Everyone looked back in shock, only to find that the corpse that had been lying quietly on the dissection table moved.
The black man didn’t care about being shocked at all, and shouted: “Quick! Quickly go in! No… find a doctor! Quickly find a doctor!!!”
Everyone was shocked by this sudden change.
About ten minutes later, the stretcher was carried to the ambulance. Gordon, who stood at the door and watched the ambulance leave, looked as black as charcoal.
The subordinates behind the scenes were talking about it.
"Oh my God, even if it was a fake death, it can't be like this?! The person has been dead for so long, how can he come back to life?!"
"So this isn't a murder? Really?"
"I was almost scared to death when he stood up just now! I have been in this business for more than 20 years, and I have never seen such a..."
"What are you arguing about!" Gordon turned around and shouted, "Get back to work!"
Gordon rarely got so angry out of genuine emotion. The people in the hall disappeared in a flash. The reporters gathered outside the police station door and tried to rush in clamorously, but were blocked. Some of them were still shouting at Gordon in desperation.
"Commissioner Gordon! Didn't they say that Mr. Nygma was dead? Why did he suddenly come back to life? Wasn't your death notice too hasty?!"
"Have you confirmed that Mr. Nygma faked his death?! Chief! Do you think this is a ploy to gain voters' attention?!"
Gordon felt his head hurting more and more. He sighed deeply and walked back into the room. After returning to the office, he saw Victor waiting for him at the window.
"You recognize that thing, don't you?" Gordon asked.
"Why do you ask?"
"If this thing has nothing to do with you, you should be excited the moment you see it." Gordon lowered his eyes and said, "I know you scientists too well. New technology is an incomparable stimulant to you."
"That's not really new technology." Victor didn't deny Gordon's opinion. He just said, "It's just a portable refrigeration device."
"Did you build this?"
"Not exactly." Victor shook his head and said, "The one I made is not as effective. At most, it can only cool the area of a forearm, and it doesn't have the ability to bring the dead back to life."
"Do you think resurrection has anything to do with this device?"
"That's a very telling question." Victor pulled out a chair and sat down, saying, "I don't need to repeat Nora's story. How do you think she survived?"
Gordon fell into deep thought, and then said, "Her vital signs have completely stopped, like a dead person, so she can survive in this way until now, until the disease is resolved... Is the principle the same?"
"almost."
"That would make you the biggest suspect."
"Don't put pressure on me, Sheriff." Victor shook his head and said, "I know that solving a case is not that simple. The technique alone is not enough. Obviously, I have no motive, no time to commit the crime, and a very sufficient alibi. I can't be convicted just by a cooling device."
"Okay, let me be frank. Who can get your cryogenic equipment and technology?"
Victor did not answer, but he remembered that one day many years ago, he asked a thin boy in a dim laboratory, "Do you know how water turns into ice?"