novelonline Chapter 2990: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (24)
Chapter 2990: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (24)
Chapter 2990: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (Twenty-Four)
When Schiller climbed the hill again, Pamela was already waiting there. She looked much better than before. It was true that debt made people age.
Schiller looked into the distance and found that the forest was growing much better than before. It seemed that Pamela had adjusted the proportion of plants here during the fire prevention process, making the forest healthier.
Schiller didn't wait any longer and said directly: "Help me find a special flower pot in that high school."
"Flower pot?" Pamela asked in confusion, "What's so special about the flower pot? Is there any special pattern?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "There's a drain hole at the bottom."
Pamela said speechlessly, "Which flower pot doesn't have drainage holes at the bottom? If not, the roots will rot...Okay, okay, I'll try."
After saying that, she began to manipulate all the plants in the boarding high school building not far from the forest, making them look down at the flower pots under their buttocks.
After looking for a while, Pamela said, "The flower pots in this school should be purchased in bulk. They all look the same. They are just ordinary white gardening plastic pots with a hole at the bottom."
"Can you feel something foreign in the soil in one of the flower pots?"
This time Pamela concentrated longer than ever, obviously using the exhaustive method to eliminate the foreign objects. However, this is not easy because the roots of plants have no sensory cells. If you want to find out whether there are any foreign objects, you have to stimulate the roots in a short period of time until the entire pot is filled. The places where the root growth is hindered are foreign objects.
But this required a lot of effort. After checking, Pamela sat down on the ground and said, "There are seven or eight suspicious flower pots, basically on every floor."
"Can you dig the foreign object out?"
"Even if we can dig it out, we can't deliver it here," Pamela said. "Those delicate garden plants can't withstand such strong force, and there are security guards in the school, so they will be discovered."
"Okay, come with me."
"What are you going to do?"
"To check the flower pots, of course."
"Oh my God." Pamela stood up with her hands on her hips. It was already very late at night and she obviously wanted to go back to sleep, but she had not done a good job in the greening of Gotham before. If she didn't contribute now, she would be in big trouble.
The two men sneaked into the school. This was not difficult for Schiller. However, if they dug the soil out of the flower pots on the spot, it would inevitably take too much time and leave traces, so they decided to just take the flower pots away. In such a big school, no one would notice if a few pots of flowers were lost.
Schiller got a cart from Warehouse Street, and Pamela moved the flower pots onto it and put them in the trunk of Schiller's car, and the two returned to Arkham Asylum together.
It was already daybreak at this time, but Schiller had no intention of sleeping. He began to check the flower pots one by one, first taking out the plants, breaking up the soil, and checking what the foreign objects inside were.
Most of the foreign objects in the flower pots were cigarette butts, stones, wood fragments, etc., which should have been accidentally put in when stirring the garden soil. However, in only one yellowed flower pot did Schiller find a small piece of bone.
This bone is very recognizable. It is the pisiform bone on the human palm, which is the bone protruding at the base of the palm. It is almost a bone unique to humans, marking the difference between the hand structure of humans and other primates.
Schiller looked at the pisiform bone carefully and was sure that it did not belong to an adult, but to a child of about seven or eight years old. Because the palm itself was very small, this bone was really as big as a pea. If Pamela had not checked carefully, she would have missed it.
However, it is precisely because this bone is too small and has a unique position in the palm that, without this bone, all the other bones in the palm look reasonable when put together. Only professional serial killers would not notice the problem, so it is possible that it was secretly hidden.
The next step is to find the owner of this bone. If things go as expected, he should have died a long time ago, but as long as he was alive, it is impossible that he would not have left any trace.
After taking a short nap in the morning, Schiller brought Bones to the Gotham Police Department, but he did not alarm too many people. He only told others that he had something to do with the chief and came to Gordon's office.
He handed the bone in a transparent sealed bag to Gordon and said, "Try to help me find out who the owner of this bone is."
"You want to do a genetic comparison?"
"I'm not sure you have his genes. It would be best if you can match them. If not, try to check for missing children in the Polokin community over the past decade. I think you will find something."
Gordon immediately realized something, his face turned serious, and he said, "I will do both, and I will give you news as soon as tonight."
"No, you'd better not investigate it in a big way." Schiller shook his head and said, "Someone targeted me yesterday. It seems that they wanted to take advantage of the mentally ill person causing trouble to shoot me..."
Gordon gasped, quickly walked over to Schiller and said, "Are you okay?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "You underestimate me too much. They don't have any professional killers. They are just a group of desperate people who are after money."
"Then why did you come here so brazenly today? Isn't it obvious that you are telling them what you have found out?" Gordon's intuition in this area has always been very sharp. He said, "Are you trying to draw their attention here?"
"That's right, Chief. I'm just an ordinary psychology professor. Even if I have doubts about certain cases, the most important thing I should do is to tell the police. You are really capable of finding out something."
Gordon slowly walked back to his seat and sat down. "Yes, you should do that, because if you are the only one with evidence, they will try every means to silence you. But if you hand the evidence over to the police, they will be more cautious, because everyone knows that I am a tough guy. I didn't give up even when the situation in Gotham was so bad. Now there is no reason for me to compromise."
"But they will definitely try," Schiller said. "They will try to find out how much you know, try to hinder the investigation, and maybe even try to get rid of it once and for all."
Gordon sneered and said, "There are too many people who think like them. Where are they now? The Gotham gangs couldn't defeat me before, so they can forget about it!"
"I drew their attention to you so that I could investigate more." Schiller sat on a chair nearby and said, "They will definitely think that I just happened to get some clues, but I don't know the cause and effect. I don't have the energy or ability to investigate, so I am not important."
"When they spend all their energy on hindering your investigation, the protection of other places will be weakened. Then maybe I will have a chance to find out."
"No matter what, I still want to remind you to be careful." Gordon said: "The Gotham Police Department is energetic and well-equipped. I will never act alone. I am full of experience in guarding against these villains, but you are different. You always go alone. Now that you don't have super powers, it's easier for you to capsize in the ditch."
"Don't you think I wouldn't have thought of this?" Schiller smiled and said, "I brought Amanda here not just to let her pester Williams. You know, this stupid girl is only interested in me."
Gordon sighed and said, "Have you ever thought that she is not stupid, but just too obsessed and can never let go of her family."
"I'm just stating my standards. In my opinion, Batman is also stupid. People who can't let go are always stupid. But if they themselves are willing to be such a fool, what can I do?"
Gordon stood at the office window and watched Schiller get into the car. When his eyes fell on the transparent plastic bag in his hand, he realized the same thing as Schiller - this bone did not belong to an adult, but should have come from a child.
Gordon's mind flashed back to his daughter's face. She was so innocent and cute, from crying in the cradle to learning to crawl, walk, talk, and read...
Time has not left more traces on the sheriff's face. He seems to have overcome everything in this world and is more of a winner than any Batman. At this moment, a blazing fire is burning in his eyes, and his long-lost heart of justice begins to beat wildly again.
Back at Arkham Asylum, there were indeed two gods standing at the door of the office, both wearing uniforms similar to those of the FBI, except with a purple shield logo on their chests.
The door was opened, and standing at the door was Amanda, who looked unhappy. She seemed to completely regard this place as her own home, and said to Schiller, "Come in."
Schiller didn't argue with her, walked in slowly, and then asked: "You didn't touch the umbrella, did you? Or did you touch it out of curiosity and it knocked you down?"
"Why would you keep such a dangerous item in your office? Two of my subordinates are unconscious because of it!" Amanda roared at him, "They didn't even touch it, they just looked at it!"
"Then you should tell them that when dealing with mysterious things, they should not look too much." Schiller said: "Now that the so-called federal shield has been established, have you not considered recruiting a few magicians who are truly knowledgeable?"
Amanda choked and said, "How could magicians be willing to work here? How much money should I pay them to make up for the organs they traded?"
"The latter sentence is the key point. After all, money makes the world go round. If you are willing to pay, there are still people who will work hard for you."
"I cloned humans just for this purpose." Amanda crossed her arms and sat down across the desk. Then she said, "I don't believe that the devil is perfect. Sooner or later, I will be able to cheat them out of funding."
"Very ambitious." Schiller praised her rarely. If Amanda can really reach Nick's level, then she should be the head of the DC version of S.H.I.E.L.D.
But now it seems that she is still a little naive. She still wants to use clones to deceive the devil instead of really making some unspeakable deals with the devil. But at least she will not kneel to the devil, which is already conscientious enough. After all, if the devil suddenly appears in Congress one day, few people's knees will fall to the ground.
"Then why did you come to see me?" Schiller asked.
Amanda pursed her lips and said, "That Williams...my men got some information from him, and I thought you might be interested. Should we make a deal?"
Schiller narrowed his eyes slowly, and Amanda didn't intend to keep him in suspense. Instead, she said, "I know that the Gotham City Government recently received a sum of money to upgrade urban greening, and Williams also knows it."
"What does he want to do?"
"He believes that if the funds are invested in finance, it will bring greater benefits to the city. He has joined forces with several real estate companies and is trying to lobby the city council."
"Although your good mayor still holds great power, everyone knows that he will move up one day. This may be his last or penultimate term. The next candidate has not yet been determined."
"Wouldn't it happen that one of the mayoral candidates happens to be a financier?" Shiller asked.
Amanda took out a document from the side and handed it to Schiller, then said, "You will know it yourself when you look at it."
The hypnosis scenes are artistically processed, but the real hypnosis is just a log account. They sleep and wake up for three or four hours, and the same questions are repeated over and over again, just like doing math problems, torturing doctors and patients. It's too watery to write it down.