In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 73: Gotham 1987 (Part 1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

The slightly cold morning breeze rustled the branches outside the window, and the orange morning light shone through the layers of thick curtains, illuminating the dark room.

There was a knock on the door of the bedroom, Schiller turned over, and the valet outside said: "Sir, a gentleman named Gordon called you ten minutes ago, and I told him that you are in Call him back when you get up."

Schiller's voice was a little hoarse and he said slowly: "... Got it."

He sat up from the bed, woke up from the still drowsy drowsiness, then walked to the window and pushed aside the curtain on one side with one hand. He saw the milkman on the bicycle at the door. He dialed the car bell, and soon someone came out and took the milk jug from him.

Here is Gotham, a manor in the West End and Schiller's new home in Gotham.

Although Gotham University's faculty apartment is not bad, it's time for him to buy a house of his own.

This is the old town of Gotham City, which is different from the wealthy district in the south. This is the district where a group of British aristocrats established here when European immigrants arrived in America. Therefore, most of the places here are traditional English manors. Later, because of the inclination of urban planning and the more favorable geographical location in the south, the wealthy area was moved from the west to the south.

Most of the old manors left here have a classical English style, but because the descendants of those nobles seldom stay here anymore, most of these manors are uninhabited. At a good price, he bought the one with the best maintenance and the most decorated style that he likes.

He didn't go to the rich south to buy a house, not because he couldn't afford it, but because of a very practical reason - the manor in the west, which is closer to Gotham University where he works.

And if he wanted to go to work from the wealthy area in the south, he had to drive thousands of miles across most of Gotham City.

The worst thing is that you have to pass through the central city, which is the most congested during peak hours.

Therefore, no matter how luxurious the villas in the wealthy area in the south are, they are definitely not within the scope of Schiller’s choice. He is not Bruce Wayne. All spent on the road.

There is another advantage of choosing an old-fashioned manor in the West District. There are fewer people here, it is relatively quiet, and there will be no cars coming and going early in the morning. Schiller can sleep peacefully on his rest day.

The most important thing is that it is far away from Wayne Manor, and also far from the mountain where Bruce wants to build the Batcave in the future. If Batman encounters the Joker in the future, the range attack will not be able to reach him.

After a while, the footman came in, opened and fastened the curtains, and said, "Breakfast is ready, sir."

Schiller nodded, took the glasses case he handed over, put on the glasses, looked down at his watch and said, "When did Gordon call?"

"About 25 minutes ago."

Schiller glanced back out of the window again, then went downstairs to have breakfast.

Go down the wooden stairs and pass through a somewhat dark corridor. The restaurant is on the westernmost side of the manor building. Walk in along the corridor. It is a semicircular restaurant with tall arched windows. There are dark green silk curtains hanging on both sides, and the silver tableware on the mahogany dining table shone with mysterious luster in the early morning light.

The morning light coming in from the arched window fell on the dining table, and the square and round tableware projected by the window formed a painting of mixed light and shadow. Schiller picked up the ironed newspaper from his right hand.

The ink of the printed newspaper was slightly smeared, and the top line read: "January 25, 1987, cloudy, rainy afternoon, Gotham Daily."

While eating breakfast, Schiller was looking for the information he needed from the newspaper. The fonts of this Times newspaper were often printed very small, and the ink was easy to smear, so he had to use a magnifying glass.

After a while, the servant came in and said, "Mr. Gordon is here."

Schiller put down the magnifying glass in his hand and looked up. Gordon was wearing a brown windbreaker and a beret. When he walked into the restaurant, he still had the chill on his body and saw that Schiller was reading a newspaper , Gordon said: "Have you seen the news today? The godfather is angry, and he will not allow the Metropolitan ship to dock at the eastern pier."

"I'm seeing this part." Schiller pushed his glasses and said, "I stayed up late last night writing my thesis and just missed your call this morning."

Gordon said while taking off the windbreaker: "I have nothing important, you know, I'm not busy with work recently, I just want to call to congratulate you on your new house, oh, yes, my gift Still in the car..."

"No hurry, have you had breakfast yet? How about sitting down and eating together?"

Gordon handed the coat he took off to the servant, and said, "I went to the bureau earlier this morning, and I've already eaten. I brought you the information you asked me to find."

As he spoke, he put a black briefcase on the table and began to search, then took out a document from it and handed it to Schiller.

Schiller said: "It's hard work, even if you have eaten, let's have a cup of hot milk."

Gordon did not refuse. He sat down at the dining table and said, "At first you said you wanted to take over Viscount Bernard's manor. I was a little surprised. After all, there are not many people who like this old-style manor now."

"The rich people in Gotham still prefer that kind of vertical villas, and it is best to have a big garage where they can park all their luxury cars."

Gordon looked around. The decoration here is the most typical British style, with silk curtains, knitted carpets, wooden furniture, and a stone fireplace. Can also feel a kind of warmth.

The restaurant of the old-fashioned manor is not too big, and the corridors are relatively narrow. You can even see extremely retro metal wall decoration candlesticks on the walls. The atmosphere in the whole building seems to have traveled back to the Victorian period.

Gordon retracted his gaze and said, "But now it seems that this place is a good match for you."

"It's not that I have a soft spot for the British Manor, it's just that if I buy a house in the south, it will be too far away from my work place, and the bad traffic conditions in Gotham may make me miss the morning All classes."

Gordon took a sip of milk and said, "Who isn't? Every time I go to work at the police station, I'm always blocked by those **** people at the center carousel. You know, I can't drive in the police training school." Take the first place!"

"In this **** place, everyone is a desperado. They never consider that, in a turntable with hundreds of cars going forward at the same time, pressing the accelerator to the bottom may cause them to be ejected from the airbag Suffocate!" Gordon said angrily.

"It can be seen that you should have been blocked for a while just now." Schiller said with a smile.

"I came all the way and saw at least ten talented racing drivers who can win the F1 championship." Gordon said a little depressed.

"Speaking of which, our new director is also to blame. The police station is not manned enough, so we can't transfer all the traffic police? In the past few days, I have also transferred several new people to my team. They don't understand anything. Holding a gun, I want to rush up."

Gordon shook his head and said: "It's better to go back and direct their traffic!"

"The life of the police is getting better, and it has something to do with the chief, so bear with it."

Gordon put down his glass and rubbed his hands, and said excitedly: "But I will soon be able to buy an apartment next to the police station."

"Have you saved enough money?"

"It's coming soon, can you imagine? Last week I made $80,000, and even if I don't make that much next week, I can just save a little more and I'll be able to buy an apartment in full."

"Why are there so many? Last week's cases should not be too many, at most only 50,000 US dollars?" Schiller turned to him while eating.

Gordon raised his eyebrows and said: "Oh, I forgot, you are not a local. No matter where you go in Gotham, you have to pay protection fees, and the police are the same. I am now the leader of the field team , all the policemen below will give me 15% of their income.”

"So you just take it? Like a gangster?" Schiller joked.

"You don't understand this, if you don't accept it, they will feel scared, because in Gotham, if you accept their money, it means that you are willing to take them to continue working, if you don't accept it, they will worry instead This business will be gone tomorrow."

"I heard that you are going to marry your fiancée? Is she in Gotham now? When are you going to have the wedding?"

Gordon coughed, and said: "She is going through the procedures of job transfer. The transfer of the company in the metropolis is very troublesome. It will take at least a week, but it's okay, I can have some time to look at the company I like. If you buy the apartment, you can give her a surprise."

Schiller shook the newspaper in his hand, then looked at it and said, "Have you decided on a wedding gift? I'm rich now."

"Really? Richer than Wayne?"

Schiller rolled his eyes and said, "If I had more money than him, you wouldn't see me here."

"Actually, if I didn't earn so much money, I wouldn't want to get engaged so soon, maybe I'm already on vacation in Hawaii right now."

"I thought you were open all year round."

"Come on, then I will go crazy, I need to have a good body and a good mood to survive in this **** city for a long time."

Schiller took out a cigar from the cigar box on the table, picked up the scissors, cut it open, and handed it to Gordon. Deng lit a cigarette.

Then he took one and lit it himself. He exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "The godfather has been in a bad mood recently. Some bold people want to come to his territory to play wild."

Gordon stretched out his hand holding the cigar, changed his posture, leaned on the armrest of the chair, sighed a little comfortably, and said, "Why did you ask me to check the information on Gotham's floating population? Yes Is there something wrong with the Metropolis? I heard that the people who **** off the Godfather came from the Metropolis."

"Would you be a little surprised if I said this is trouble following me?"

"Of course not." Gordon almost denied it without thinking.

"When I first saw you, I had a feeling that you must be someone who can cause big trouble."

"Why?"

"You can think of it as a detective's intuition."

"Interesting, can you explain in detail?"

"I've seen many criminals, they are different..." Gordon straightened up, propped his wrist on the table, and said, "...It's completely different, those stupid thieves are completely different from the real serious criminals."

"I've never heard of any serial murderer yelling at the judge, speaking rudely, they have a temperament that is different from ordinary people..."

"When you face Batman, I always feel like you are looking in a mirror."

"You think I look like him? Are you serious?"

"Some places are completely different, but some places are surprisingly consistent."

Schiller looked at Gordon and said, "Keep this sharp, and you'll be the savior of Gotham."

Gordon knocked the soot on the silver dinner plate, and then said: "The godfather is difficult this time, the group of people who sneaked in seem to have some skills, they killed two of the Falcone family A bartender, if the godfather doesn't catch them in a short time, it will lose face in Gotham, which is more serious than anything else."

"The gangsters shouldn't dare to provoke the godfather in a short time, right?" Schiller put down the newspaper and leaned back in his chair.

"It's hard to say, don't underestimate those people. Don't forget, Maroni is not dead yet. He made a lot of money in the conflict in the Eastern District, and he may be planning to challenge the godfather."

"He is looking for death." The smoke fell to the ground with the voice, Schiller stretched out his hand, flicked the cigar with his fingertips, and the fine dust slowly fell.

"Not necessarily, the godfather somehow got past him and had someone kill the old director Victor. I heard that he also wanted to get involved in Arkham Hospital, but he was kicked out by the godfather again. Maroni couldn't bear this tone."

"The Eastern District is not peaceful. Maroni is eager to subdue the forces that he has incorporated. He needs to win the battle to establish his prestige and completely gather the fresh blood he has just absorbed."

"He dares to use the godfather to establish his prestige, and Falcone will let him learn." Schiller leaned back in the chair, and he tugged at the collar of his sweater, looking very relaxed.

Gordon coughed twice more, squinted his eyes at the reflection of the silver dinner plate through the smoke from the tip of his cigar, and said, "Maroney is a great man, and the godfather is old. "

"Are you more optimistic about him?"

"No, I actually hope that the old godfather can win. As long as Falcone is still there, Gotham will not be in trouble, and without him, it will be hard to say."

Soon, Gordon left. After all, he still had work to do, and it was his peak season recently. If he worked hard for a month, buying a villa would not be a problem.

After Gordon left, Schiller leaned back in his chair and smoked the whole cigar, the smoke lingering around his fingertips, he hadn't thought so relaxedly for a long time.

In this crisis-ridden city, if he is not sure of safety, he doesn't even have a break for a cigarette.

Before this, Schiller had never thought of buying a house, nor did he need a home, because he was not from Gotham, he came from a country with the safest order in the world.

Accompanied by the burning of the cigar, the smoke that is several times thicker than that of cigarettes drifts into various unpredictable abstract shapes, which make people have countless associations. In the psychedelic and sweet smell, Schiller began to recall .

He can't remember ~IndoMTL.com~ After leaving his hometown, the first time he encountered a shooting in Chicago, the first emotion he felt was shock or excitement.

He only remembers that when the plane crashed, among the memories of his life accompanied by weightlessness and lack of oxygen, the treacherous waves he participated in during this half of his life blurred into a fog, just as they wished, when these memories dissipated with death , Countless secrets will be buried forever.

If there is a **** in this world, Schiller thought, then this great being who can give people another life really knows him well enough.

Gotham is the sewer of evil in the world, and good people don't get flushed into the sewer.

Schiller looked at the tip of the cigar at his fingertips, where the fire light gradually went out, the smoke began to thin, and the illusionary pattern began to slowly dissipate.

He knew that when he regained consciousness and learned from the memory of the original owner that this is Gotham City, the excitement that filled his brain for the first time would eventually destroy his desire for a peaceful life. All ambition.

In other words, the enjoyment of the boring and mundane daily life is just the self-deception of a lunatic who is proficient in self-hypnosis from beginning to end, until he sees Batman appear.

As the smoke drifted away, Schiller recalled how he felt when he first used his weak mind-reading ability to reach Batman's heart.

Like Gordon said, he felt like he was looking in a mirror.

So, he gave Batman the answer he wanted to hear the most, and then almost couldn't wait to put an end to the boring and ordinary life that made him despair.

And now, at last, he is a citizen of Gotham, in this winter of Gotham 1987, on the first birthday of his second life.