In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 149: Party and Umbrella (1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Victor stood in front of the window of Copperpot's old house, pulled the window hard, then looked up, and found that there was still a lock on the window of this dilapidated old house, and Schiller took out a pistol , handed it to Victor, Victor glanced at him and said, "You still have a gun?"

Schiller also looked at him and said, "Why are you surprised that I carry a gun? This is Gotham."

Victor was also very surprised and said: "But why did you give it to me when you brought a gun? Don't you know how to shoot?"

"My marksmanship is inaccurate, so you have to come."

Victor took the gun and muttered: "Obviously we are both foreigners, why do you look like a native here?"

He raised his gun, aimed at the old lock, shot it with a "bang", the lock sparked, and was knocked off directly, Victor pushed open the window and went in, Schiller followed him later.

After entering, Victor pointed to the ground and said, "Master Scout, it's time for you to perform."

Schiller shook his head and said, "Isn't this already obvious? Mrs. Coppert was kidnapped."

As soon as he finished this sentence, his eyes fell on a corner of the living room. There was a very old shoe cabinet. There was a pair of rain boots and several other ordinary leather shoes beside the door. There is an umbrella next to the shoe cabinet.

Schiller walked up to the umbrella, picked up the handle of the umbrella and looked at it, then gradually narrowed his eyes, Victor also walked over, he looked at the umbrella, and asked with some doubts: "Why? What's wrong with this umbrella?"

Schiller pursed his lips, he didn't answer, just turned the umbrella upside down, looked at the tip of the umbrella, there was a small circle on the tip of the umbrella, the pattern was very inconspicuous, a bit like someone's signature, Schiller Hold the tip of the umbrella and tap the handle on the ground.

Victor looked around and said, "What are you doing?"

"No...it's nothing." Schiller picked up the umbrella, and then returned to the center of the living room. He first walked to the sofa and said, "It seems that Mrs. Coppert was dragged away from here." .”

Then he came to the left of the coffee table. The coffee table of Copperpot's family was made of glass and looked very delicate, which could reflect that their family used to have some wealth.

There was a set of tea sets on the glass coffee table. Schiller picked it up and smelled it. Victor also came over. He put his hands on his hips, leaned over to look at the tea set, and said, "Although I don't have much detective experience, But I can also guess that it must have been drugged, right?"

"As expected, it should be." Schiller found a stack of newspapers from the side, wrapped the teacup, handed it to Victor, and asked him to take it back for testing, then he squatted down and looked to the bottom of the sofa.

The wooden leg on the left side of the sofa left a scratch of about 20 cm on the ground. Obviously, the sofa was dragged by someone.

He squatted on the ground again and looked towards the living room. There were scattered items on the floor of the living room. It looked like the cabinet had been hit and the things on it fell off.

The table next to it was also knocked aside, a chair fell to the ground, and one of the chair's legs was broken. It looked like someone had fought here.

Schiller sighed, and he said: "I don't think we need to read on, let's go back first, no matter who kidnapped Mrs Coppert, we have to let the police find it."

On the other hand, Batman, who went to investigate the alien gang bosses in Living Hell, also gained something. A gang member in a suit collapsed on the ground. He looked at Batman in front of him with fear, and then said in a trembling voice: " Don't kill me, don't... I'll tell you everything I know!"

"About... about a few weeks ago, ah, no! More than a week to two weeks! One of the seven bosses here died. We all call him Blackhand Kevin, and he is also the head of the North District. Son, it is the largest one..."

"Is this black hand Kevin related to Fish?"

The man hesitated and said: "Yes, in fact, Kevin is a negotiator. His gang lost a lot of people in a fire before they came to live hell. He doesn't want to lose any more people, so I am willing to sit down and talk with the boss of the Mooney Gang..."

"But before they could negotiate, he died."

"How did he die?" Batman asked next.

"I... I don't know about this, I just heard that he died outside the living hell, what happened, you may have to ask the police..."

Then Batman asked again: "What happened after the man named Kevin died?"

"What happened?" The little boss was taken aback by his question, and instinctively replied: "What else can I do? He died, and someone else took his place..."

Batman frowned, and he asked, "Who will take his place?"

This and that little leader thought hard and said, "I can't remember his name. Anyway, that guy seems very smart. It seems that he turned out to be the little leader who manages the tap water. I heard people say that he He can lead everyone to make money, so he took over Kevin's position..."

Batman's frown deepened, and then he asked a few more questions, but the little boss was not a member of the Johnny gang, and he didn't know the specific details, so he found that he couldn't ask any more questions Batman knocked him out.

Speaking of the water system, Batman thought of Fish's crazy behavior before.

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For some reason, Fish found the core system of the living **** water source purifier, but because Batman patrols here frequently, Fish just had this idea, when he was looking for someone to investigate there secretly , was discovered by Batman, Batman knocked the investigator unconscious, and then installed a security system on the water purifier to stop her.

At the time, Batman didn't think about it, but now that I think about it, it's not like a plan that an uneducated gangster could come up with. Most living **** residents don't even know that there is a purifier The presence.

Even if he could figure it out, how did Fish put it into practice? How does she know where the core of the water purifier is?

Batman had seen Fish's files with Gordon before, and he had also monitored Fish for a while. He was very sure that this woman was semi-literate, the kind of person who could misspell long words, and he didn't think so. A person has the ability to follow those complicated pipelines to find the core location of the most important purification equipment.

In fact, there are not many people in Living Hell who have this ability. Batman speculates that there must be someone who has been advising Fish.

The death of the black hand Kevin, Fish's plan to sabotage the water purifier, and the little boss after Kevin's death...

Several things quickly formed a line in Batman's mind.

The most critical coincidence is that Fish came up with a plan to destroy the water purifier that she couldn't have thought up by herself, and the little boss who took over after Kevin's death happened to be the tap water in the North District. The person in charge of the management system, this doesn't seem like a mere coincidence. After all, in the entire living hell, there are really too few people who understand the water source system, and the possibility of these two identities overlapping is very high.

In Batman's reasoning, this little boss was either Fish's person, or he betrayed his boss and took refuge in Fish.

He helped Fish make suggestions, and Fish helped him kill his immediate boss, so that he could have a bright future, and maybe he will cooperate with the inside and outside in the future, using the knowledge of this little boss to attack the rest of the gang bosses .

Were they ever a partnership? Could Fish's death have anything to do with this man? Batman fell into thinking again, but he always felt that there seemed to be other secrets hidden in these few things, which were far from simple.

On the fourth floor of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Gordon and Victor stood outside the door of the ward. Gordon said with some pity: "This kid is really unlucky. mental illness, and as a result, his relatives were kidnapped again, even in Gotham, such unlucky people are rare”

Victor also sighed and said: "In fact, he is a very smart kid, he learns things quickly, but I found that Gotham is like this..." He shrugged and said: "A talented person always You will encounter all kinds of troubles and go astray.”

"I think Professor Rodriguez can cure him, just like what he often said, he is not a quack doctor."

Victor cast his gaze into the window on the door, and following his gaze, Schiller went around in a circle, walking from one side of the bed to the other, while Coppert lay on the bed, he did not Struggling, looking numb, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"How did you sleep last night? Mr. Coppert, do you still feel that your muscles are out of control?" Schiller was standing by the bed in a white coat, holding a medical record, and asked while writing.

Coppert didn't answer at all, like a stiff and pale puppet, lying on the bed in a strange posture, without any response to external sounds.

"It seems that you are not well." Schiller stood still and said: "Most patients will have some sluggish reactions after taking excessive doses of tranquilizers, but I don't think you are among them. Your current sanity should Very awake, the onset period has passed."

"You don't want to answer me, why? Because some of your plans are not going well?"

Coppert turned his head suddenly, and stared at Schiller with those eyes deeply embedded in the eye sockets. The eyes were a little scary, numb and cold, but Schiller was unmoved.

"Unfortunately, I can't use some magical hypnosis to make you tell everything like in the movie. Whether it's psychological or psychiatric treatment, if the patient is unwilling to cooperate, then hypnosis will not work." may have any effect."

"Similarly, if you don't cooperate with the treatment, no matter how much medicine you use, it's useless. I'm a doctor, not God. If you refuse to answer all questions, God can't heal you."

Coppert's head moved again, and a hoarse voice like sawing wood escaped from his throat. He said, "Cure... can it be cured?"

Schiller put down the medical record, gave him a strange look, and said, "If you can't be cured, you should be in the crematorium by now."

Coppert's mouth gradually opened~IndoMTL.com~ seemed to want to say something, but couldn't say it, Schiller seemed to remember something, and said, "Oh, I forgot, you're not even a College students."

He covered his forehead and said helplessly: "I know that many people with insufficient education level call mental illness a madness, a terminal illness that can never be cured, but it is not the case."

"Many people don't understand mental illness, so they talk about it and fear it like a tiger, especially this kind of hereditary mental disorder. When it starts, it will be extremely hyperactive and aggressive. It is often regarded as a terrible madness. disease."

"But in fact, this is just a symptom of schizophrenia. According to the previous diagnosis, you should belong to catatonic schizophrenia. You often have intermittent attacks. You have symptoms of stupor when you attack, and sometimes you turn into a sudden hyperactive state. In the middle, the behavior becomes violent, but after about a few hours, it can be relieved by itself..."

Schiller patiently explained to Cobblepot: "This type of schizophrenia is a type with a good prognosis. Not only can it be relieved on its own, but the effect of treatment is also very good. , but you have also seen that the use of tranquilizers has a good effect..."

Koppert kept staring at Schiller with his eyes, but Schiller's expression didn't change, he was telling the truth.

Actually, this is not an intractable disease. Even in the category of schizophrenia, it is relatively common, so his tone has always been calm, but it seems to have given Copperpot some vitality. With his neck stretched back, he tried his best to adjust his posture lying on the bed, and then asked: "...can be cured... right?"

Schiller nodded and said: "Although recovery may not be guaranteed, it is fine to live a normal life most of the time."