The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2334 Gotham Music Chapter (73)

Chapter 2334 Gotham Music Festival (Seventy-three)

Bruce looked back at Schiller who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat. He guessed that the information might have come from the communication system of the Fighting World, and it was most likely sent by Batman from the main universe.

He took such a big detour just to legitimately throw the main universe Batman, Green Lantern and Superman into the dark universe under the jurisdiction of Barbatos. This is related to his subsequent plans.

The situation in the dark universe is indeed complicated, and direct communication is almost impossible. Perhaps they have encountered some troubles and are consulting Schiller for advice.

Bruce speculated in his mind about what might happen as the car slowly stopped. It was already very late at night, so the traffic jam was better in the second half of the journey. When the three got out of the car, a cool rain mist floated in the sky again.

Schiller sighed in his heart. The atmosphere of this city is always like this. After any noise, the emptiness and loneliness left behind are enough to hollow out a person's heart.

There was a motel not far from the crime scene. Its huge sign was blurred into a swaying light in the rain and fog. Every breath of air I inhaled was a mixture of the smell of rubber tires, smoke, and the rotting smell of abandoned fishing boats in the nearby port.

"Play some cheerful music." Schiller said to the gray fog in his mind, "The atmosphere here is really terrible. I'm afraid that except for the arrogant, no one can stay in a place like this for long."

Schiller tightened his suit jacket, quickened his pace, and was the first to enter the crime scene. The body was still there, but the blood had already coagulated and turned black, like a big hole in the ground.

Schiller looked around. This was indeed a gift shop, but it was not one of those high-end gift shops in a commercial center. It was more like a small store selling daily necessities. The wooden house was filled with many old containers, making people feel as if they had returned to a medieval shop overnight.

The body was hung between the two middle containers. It had no head and looked like a woman in her prime.

That's it. Schiller ended his observation. He walked through the other two containers and sat down at the counter, ready to watch Batman and Gordon's reasoning performance here.

Bruce was indeed immersed in it. He looked at the surrounding environment and the posture of the corpse, and seemed to have discovered something.

Schiller picked up the newspaper at hand and began to read. He was stunned when he first picked it up. This was not a local newspaper in Gotham, but from Metropolis, and the content of the front page was about the situation in Mexico. This was quite strange. The owner of this small shop did not look like someone who cared about the international situation.

Schiller originally wanted to see what was written on the front page of the newspaper, but he found out that even the Metropolis newspaper could not survive in Gotham. The ink used in the newspaper could not withstand the humidity in Gotham and had become a mess.

After flipping through a few pages, things got a little better, but unfortunately there were no important sections in the middle of the newspaper. There were only jokes and advertisements. The jokes in this newspaper were too boring, so Schiller flipped past them after reading a few.

Bruce began to discuss the case with Gordon.

"So this woman was the store owner, and she was killed in her store, and the house was flooded the day before because of a water pipe leak, so all the cameras happened to be out of service."

The police officer assigned to investigate Gordon said, "Yes, sir, we also found something unusual. We found the lady's half-packed suitcase in the upstairs bedroom."

"So the situation might be like this. She discovered the danger and ran upstairs to pack her luggage and leave. As a result, the murderer had already chased her into the store. She wanted to go downstairs to drive him away, but she was killed."

Bruce shook his head, completely denying the speculation and said, "If she immediately sensed the danger, the first thing she would do would be to escape through the window instead of packing her luggage."

"If she still wanted to pack her luggage, it means that she felt that although there was an annoying guy coming, the situation was not very urgent, and she still had to take the important things with her. But regarding the last point, you are right. She miscalculated and the murderer came directly to her door."

"About hanging..." Gordon suggested.

Bruce frowned and looked at Schiller.

Schiller noticed his gaze, looked up from the newspaper and said, "You can figure it out yourself, and call me when you're ready."

He was studying that funny cereal ad in the newspaper, and some of the adjectives for the aroma were very odd but very apt.

"Well, if even the professor doesn't see any beauty in this scene, then there really isn't any," Gordon said. "If it's not for the sense of ceremony..."

"It proves that she may have a ritual to perform." Bruce began to walk around, observing the dripping blood, the wound of the severed head, and the blood stains on the surrounding bookshelves.

Schiller saw the second edition of the advertisement. Until Bruce began to ask the police whether there was a basement here, he silently put away the newspaper. When Gordon and Bruce walked towards the basement entrance, he lit a fire and burned the newspaper.

There was nothing in the basement, but that was what was abnormal, Schiller followed everyone and watched Bruce pace in the basement, pointing at the ground.

"From the humidity, two machines have just been moved here. There should be some cleaning tools that are often very wet here. There is a shelf over here with some metal tools on it. There are traces of lubricating oil dripping on the edge."

Bruce took two steps back and said, "If the victim was really an ordinary shop owner, then this place should be full of all kinds of debris, because she couldn't have filled the shop above so full and kept the basement spotless."

"But if she's not just any shopkeeper, what is she doing here?"

Bruce then looked at the ground and said, "If the victim died this morning, then someone else should have come here after her death, and more than one person. They emptied the machines here. Why?"

Bruce looked at Schiller again and saw Schiller looking up at the ceiling. Bruce also looked up and found that the light above the basement had also been removed.

Because the flashlight of the police officer behind him was too bright, Bruce did not notice for a moment that there was no light in the room. Now that he realized what was going on, he asked the police to bring a ladder up to look at the interface.

The wires were cut carefully. The dismantling and installation by the other party was not particularly professional, but their attitude was quite cautious.

This is very interesting. There was a dead body right above their heads and the body could be found at any time. The police could also arrive at any time, but the group of people who came later still removed the lamp very carefully.

A picture appeared in Bruce's mind. A headless female corpse was hung up, and two figures sneaked into the basement. The first target they moved away was not some large machines, but the overhead lamp.

They carefully removed the lights, and then began to move the two large machines. The picture gradually became clear. The things that left wet marks on the ground were not actually high-tech machines, but just planting tables with pots of plants.

"The owner may be growing poppies," Bruce said. "Some of her businesses have offended the wrong people. Beheading is also a common method of execution used by drug dealers and terrorists."

Very good. Schiller practically applauded Bruce again, while Gray Mist complained in his mind, "There are too many things. We can't take any more. We need to find a place to throw away those two broken lamps."

"Let's go farther away before throwing it away," Schiller coaxed, "or you can just break it up and flush it down the drain."

"The Confession Cartel?" Gordon repeated the name Bruce had said. He stroked his chin and thought for a moment before saying, "I've heard a little bit about it. It's a transnational drug trafficking organization, right? Do you think the store owner's actions affected their business, so they're asking for revenge?"

"Hmm." Bruce frowned slightly, but he still said, "There are two bodies, right? I think we can go to the crime scene of the other one. There are many strange things. I need more evidence to be sure."

As he walked upstairs, Bruce looked back at Schiller and said, "Were you reading the newspaper just now, Professor?"

Schiller nodded and said, "The ads in the newspaper are more interesting than this."

Bruce felt relieved. If this was really a skilled serial killer, Schiller would not have made such a comment. It might really be a vendetta among drug dealers.

Bruce repeated the name of the Confession Cartel in his mind again. This damn drug trafficking organization has appeared in his ears too many times recently, and the mere idea that they want to transport large quantities of drugs into Gotham is enough to make Bruce unhappy.

It seems that I have to find a way to cause some trouble for them, Bruce thought in his mind, hoping that what Amanda said was true and that there was a way to escape the joint pursuit of the FBI and the Gotham police.

In fact, only after Amanda proved her ability in this way, she was qualified to cooperate with Bruce. After all, after losing her position as the head of the FBI, she had no capital to cooperate with Bruce Wayne.

Because they were all thinking about their own things, there was no conversation all the way to the second crime scene.

The second crime scene was at the dock. Although it was also close to the sea, it was completely different from the first crime scene. When they arrived, it was already pitch black at night.

The few solitary lights on the dock were not enough to illuminate the situation inside the building, so the police officers had to turn on their flashlights and carefully observe the details on the exterior of the dilapidated building.

This should be the oldest building in Gotham. Unfortunately, it was not only European nobles who first landed here. Due to geographical reasons, stone is relatively scarce in Gotham. Many old houses on the dock are made of wood. After so many years, they have become dilapidated and uninhabitable.

Logically speaking, these houses should be renovated first, but in fact, no one has lived in them for more than ten years. The Wayne Group has limited funds, so they often solve the problems of houses with residents first, which is why they have not been renovated.

Standing at the door, Gordon hesitated. This house looked too much like a haunted house. Was it really okay for them to just walk in?

But Bruce seemed to have made up his mind that Batman would never let go of any clue that might be within reach.

Bruce stepped inside.

boom!

The house collapsed.

(End of this chapter)