Gordon unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, twisted his neck, relaxed his shoulders, and turned his head to look out the window at the dark and rainy night of Gotham, still cold and damp.

His colleagues greeted each other and left the police station after work, and one of them said to Gordon, "Hey, man, you shouldn't have taken on that tricky case in the first place, dozens of missing people?" I'm afraid you'll have to check the files again until midnight tonight. ”

Gordon smiled helplessly and said, "You said, dozens of people are missing, I always have to have a snack."

After his colleagues were gone, Gordon made himself a cup of strong coffee, and he planned to fight all night tonight.

The disappearance of people in the Mosenjie district is very strange, the previous disappearances of people, even if it is very hidden, some of the dead victims, their bodies will still be found, but among the 46 missing people in the Mosen district, the body of not one appeared on the streets of Gotham, which is very abnormal.

Gotham has never been a law-abiding city, there are so many gangs here, there won't be a seasoned gangster who doesn't bother to dispose of corpses, they just throw them downstairs, even though they know that it won't fool the police, but the police are nothing in Gotham.

Among the dozens of missing people in the Mawson neighborhood, there are people of all professions, and they hardly have any common pattern, the only thing in common is the permanent population of the Mawson neighborhood at the time.

At this time, Gordon was still very young, he was just a small head of the police department, and there was still a long way to go before the chief, this case that no one wanted to take over, this hot potato, was finally taken over by Gordon, who had a sense of justice, although he knew that this was most likely a thankless job, but he still planned to do his best to complete it and avenge those victims.

Just when he stayed up all night sorting out the files and was already sleepy, he suddenly felt a noise behind him, and as soon as he turned around, a huge shadow enveloped him, and Gordon immediately touched his waist, but his pistol was not there.

The person opposite was dressed in a black bodysuit, with two pointed ears on his head, and a black cape, his figure was so tall that it almost covered all the lights above his head, and Gordon said cautiously, "Who are you?" Why is it in the police station? ”

"You can think of me as a vigilante, I'm investigating the disappearance of people in the Mawson neighborhood, I found out that you went there today, and you were there yesterday, you should be the detective in charge of this case, and I hope to be able to get the files of these missing persons."

Gordon was just about to refuse the person on the other side, but he spoke again: "Of course, I also have some clues here that I can exchange with you, or I can solve this case with you."

Vigilantes? Gordon thought that this was ridiculous, there could be no such person in Gotham City, otherwise it wouldn't be called Sin City.

Gordon and Batman's first encounter was not pleasant, the two of them faced off in the police station for a long time, obviously, the newcomer Batman has not yet grasped the essence of leaving without finishing the conversation, he and Gordon have been grinding for a long time, and finally got impatient.

Batman found himself really unlucky, there are countless derelict police officers in Gotham City, but he just met the most serious one, Gordon even wanted to swear to protect those files, Batman didn't want to hurt him, so there was no better way.

After Batman cleaned up the Ditch Gang, he was shaken by the beggar, and although he saved the beggar in the end, it was clear that he reflected on what he had done, and started not so ambitious, but started from the simplest.

The starting point of his superhero path, the Mawson neighborhood, in addition to the Gutter Gang, is not peaceful here, the disappearance of the population in the Mawson neighborhood has reached a very dangerous number, the permanent population here is only a few hundred, but more than 40 people are missing, Batman is determined to use this case as the starting point of his debut.

And, of course, he has objects to be suspected.

A college teacher, who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, sneaks into the neighborhood where the Gotham gang is located, appears for no reason, and disappears for no reason, is there anyone more suspicious than this?

It's not that Batman didn't think about it, and went directly to Schiller to confront him, but he knew that he might not be able to outperform the professor in terms of words, and he lost both encounters with Schiller, and he felt that he had to have enough evidence before bringing him to justice.

On this day, Batman arrives in the Mawson neighborhood again, and he can't get the missing person file from Gordon, so he sneaks into a missing person's house to find some other clues from his house.

As soon as he came out of the window, he saw Schiller's figure again, and under the street lamp not far downstairs, Schiller was holding a black umbrella again, and looking at the opposite wall, Batman saw him.

He found Schiller staring at the place where the beggar had been, but there were no more beggars there, and Batman sent the beggar to the best hospital in Gotham City, and contracted all the costs of his treatment, and the beggar survived despite having both feet amputated.

As the beggar had been leaning against the wall for many years, there had been a dark stain there, and the rain had formed a small puddle where he had been sitting, reflecting the dim light of the street lamp, and Schiller stood on the other side of the road, looking at the puddle, not knowing what he was thinking.

The young Batman finally didn't hold his breath, he jumped down and appeared in front of Schiller.

"Good evening, Batman, I remember the last time you called yourself, so I'll call you that."

Batman's eyes under the mask were fixed on him, and he said, "Don't go around in circles with me, you know what I'm here for."

"You're here to be a savior, I know, like you saved a poor beggar."

"Did you do the missing person case in the Mawson neighborhood?" Batman asked.

Schiller shook his head, and Batman said, "You're the only outsider, and you don't have any motive for being here."

Schiller said: "Obviously, you already have the answer in your heart, so why do you want to ask me?" You're always good at turning things you've identified into questions and asking people about them. ”

"If you get an answer that you like, you're satisfied, but if you don't get the answer you want, you get angry."

"If I say I'm not the murderer, you'll be angry, but your anger doesn't come from your sense of justice, it's just that I didn't give you the answer you want,"

"You think you're like a god, don't you?" Schiller asked.

"I said, don't go around in circles with me, you're the only one here who is suspicious......"

Before Schiller could speak, he noticed a batrang flying along the side of his neck, he seemed to be a little underestimated, whether it was Batman at this time, or Batman later, although they didn't kill people, they often beat those criminals, and they didn't shy away from breaking their legs before taking them to the hospital.

But apparently, the young Batman is missing a program.

Schiller didn't speak for a while, and another batrang flew past his neck, this time, Schiller didn't use the spider sense to tilt his head in advance, but quietly watched Batman.

The batrang left a hole in the side of his neck, and blood flowed out, when suddenly at the end of the alley there was a string of hurried footsteps, and a voice shouted, "Stop!"

Batman turned his head to look at the end of the alley, and under the streetlight, Gordon was aiming his pistol at the two.

"Hello Detective Gordon." Schiller said.

Detective Gordon walked over slowly with his gun in hand, and he said, "Put your weapons down and don't move."

Schiller spread his hands to show that he didn't have a weapon, and Batman put away the bat dart he held in his hand.

Gordon got closer, only to find that Schiller was bleeding from his neck, blood running down his shoulders and even wetting his shirt.

"Batman, you made a mistake by saying I'm the only one who is suspected, but this detective clearly doesn't think so," Schiller said.

"The people who have no motive to appear here, except for me, and you."

"I'm here to investigate missing persons." Batman said,

"Then so do I." "But obviously, you're not much more noble than I am, because we're not policemen, and I think only this Gordon detective has the authority to do that." ”

"I'll find proof." Batman said.

"If you also need evidence, what's the difference between you and the police?" Schiller asked suddenly.

Batman had nothing to say for a while, he thought that Schiller would ask him for evidence, and Batman also knew that although Schiller appeared where he shouldn't be, this could not be used as evidence to prove that he did commit a crime, so he made up his mind to find clues to prove that Schiller was the murderer.

But Schiller's question got to the point, and Batman thought that he had always thought that the police were very useless, because they had to tell the evidence in everything, even if the murder happened in front of them, and they didn't see the murderer, they wouldn't arrest the person who was the most suspected.

This was the case when his parents died, no police officer gave the explanation they deserved, no one was brought to justice, his parents died, and no one paid the price.

He thought, if he needed proof, then why didn't he go to the Gotham Police Department to become a police officer?

But if he doesn't need evidence and arrests anyone at will, then what's the difference between him and the criminal?

Batman regretted it, he shouldn't have stepped forward to talk to Schiller, every conversation with Schiller would make him quite shaken, and this kind of psychological and conscious shaking was the most terrible.

Every time he meets Schiller, Batman has to go back and think deeply for at least two or three days, to understand the question he asked, to find his own answer, to strengthen his confidence, and then to come out again.

He felt that it was no different from taking a class at a university, where the teacher asked a question, the student thought about it for himself, and then wrote a paper, and the next time he met, in addition to checking his homework, there were new questions waiting for him, one question after another, as if there was never an end.

And Schiller also complained in his heart, this Jonathan is really capable, after Schiller stole most of the fear gas, not only did not slow down his research, but also made him even more crazy to kidnap the experiment, so that Schiller couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and had to clean up the mess.