When Gordon woke up, in the dim ward, there was only a small desk lamp on, Schiller dozed off in the chair next to him, and when he heard Gordon's movement, he woke up and took off his glasses, and said, "I said you would wake up while I was with you......"

Gordon was speechless right now, he was wearing a respirator. Schiller said: "You are very badly injured, a little too bad, and you have been resuscitating for more than 20 hours, but you can barely save your life, and it is unknown whether you will be able to fully recover." ”

The psychiatrist's voice always has a calming power.

Gordon blinked, and besides that, he really couldn't do more, and Schiller yawned and said, "Thank you to your partner, he arrived in time to save your life." ”

"But I'm a little sorry, the group of people who chased you seem to have come for me."

Gordon shook his head slightly, he knew that this group of people was just hired killers, and Maroni would hire others even if he didn't hire them.

Just as Schiller was about to continue talking, the door opened, and Harvey walked in and said, "Are you awake?" ”

Schiller nodded, got up from his chair, and Harvey said, "Come with me, you go and rest." ”

Schiller glanced at Gordon before leaving, this detective who usually seemed always energetic, now looked extremely haggard, and the double torture of body and mind had already made him a little in a trance.

The corridors of the central hospital were pitch black in the middle of the night, and only the footsteps of Schiller's leather shoes echoed very clearly.

Downstairs, a car was parked at the entrance of the hospital, and a tall man in a suit stepped down and opened the door for Schiller, who got into the car and said, "Let's have some jazz." ”

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Soon, some light jazz music sounded, adding a bit of fresh air to the dreary atmosphere inside the car, and the streamer outside the car still flickered.

Schiller closed his eyes with sleepiness, and the person sitting in the co-pilot obviously didn't expect Schiller to fall asleep like this, this professor is really unusual, he thought.

By the time the car drove up, Schiller had not yet woken up from his drowsiness, and a light sleep just now made him even more sleepy.

Climbing up the wooden staircase, Schiller walked into the room, Falcone was sitting behind the desk in a suit as usual, and Evans was standing behind his father in a suit.

Schiller sat down across from the godfather, drew a cross on his chest, and said, "Good evening, godfather." ”

Falcone waved his hand, the tall man in the suit walked up, Falcone took out a box of cigars from under the table, his assistant cut the cigars, Schiller just wanted to refuse, Falcone said: "I heard that you like to smoke cigars, and I happen to like it too, so let's have one." ”

Schiller adjusted his posture and leaned his back completely back in his chair, he did not hide his somewhat tired expression, but he still took the cigar, and Evans walked over and leaned over to light a cigarette for him.

Schiller took a cigar, looked at him, and said, "I haven't seen you in a formal suit, and there will be a lot of girls chasing you at the ball." ”

Evans smiled modestly, said nothing, and retreated behind Falcone.

"You've changed a lot, I can see it." Falcone said that the godfather still looked very elegant when he smoked his cigar, and he only took a shallow puff and waited for the smoke to clear before he spoke.

"The first time I saw you, I knew you weren't from Gotham, but it's much better now, which is good."

"When you're wary of this place, you'll find that everyone is against you, but when you make it your home, you'll find that anyone can find their kind of people here."

"Maybe it's because everybody is a potential criminal." Schiller said.

"You're a little surprising to me that you don't question why I didn't clean up Maroni."

Schiller said in a deep voice, "Maroney doesn't matter. ”

"You always make me feel incredible, I've seen too many people in my life, I've seen too many geniuses, they tend to be pretentious, even if they seem very modest on the surface, I know that their respect, just afraid that I have a gun."

"But I know that the Godfather is in awe of everyone, not with a gun."

"You've shown me the power of psychology, and you always seem to be able to give the answers I want." Falcone said he just let the cigar in his hand burn slowly.

"I wish Evans could learn the essence of this subject, but alas, I know, he doesn't have the talent."

"He's got a good grade." Schiller shook off the ash of his cigarette and said, "I also worked hard, and I was a good student." ”

"But that's about it, right?"

Schiller didn't care about Evans's disappointed look, and said, "It's a good thing, Your Godfather, that studying psychology is a dead end." ”

Falcone looked at him, Schiller took another puff of his cigar, and said, "It's not a bizarre metaphor, when you learn this subject to the end, you will only have two results, go crazy or die." ”

"Then it seems that you don't have a choice."

"Maybe I've chosen both?"

Schiller began to become more and more sleepy, and the sweet aroma of tobacco made him feel sleepy one after another, and he squinted his eyes, and the light of the whole world was dizzy to white.

"I know, Evans is still too far away, he is like his mother, he is neither an absolute good person, nor can he be an absolute bad person, and this is the most terrible thing."

"What do you want him to be?"

Before Falcone could reply, Schiller said, "Or do you want him to be the godfather?" ”

Falcone was silent.

Apparently he had the answer in his mind, but he didn't want to admit it.

Is it good to be a godfather?

Falcone, who has been the godfather for so many years, can't even give an answer.

"How's that cop?" He asked.

Schiller shook his head and said, "He's badly wounded, and it may take a long time to get better." ”

"You could have made him fall to Maroni, I won't blame him." "I know these people don't have a choice, cooperate or die, and in fact, I'm impressed that they've been able to hold on until now," Falcone said. ”

"Maybe it's offensive, but his insistence is not because of the godfather."

"What's the reason for that? If it weren't for the fear of me, why would he resist Maroni's request for cooperation? ”

"Because Maroney prevented him from going out to fight crime."

"So what?"

"He's a police officer, and he thinks it's natural for the police to catch criminals."

"Pretty naïve, right? It even seems a little ridiculous in this city. ”

"Good people don't live long, especially in Gotham." Falcone said with some sighs.

"That's why I'm your longest-lived governess."

Falcone closed his eyes, and after a while, he said, "Evans, go and kill Maroni, kill him with your own hands." ”

Evans pursed his lips, then said in a low voice, "Yes, father." ”

"As for those who come from the metropolis, I'll deal with them."

"I don't bother you to do it."

"What are your plans?"

"I've been making a lot of money lately, and there's a super mercenary who asks for a lot of money and happens to be very impressed by the price I offer."

"I'll pay for it." Falcone said.

"In your name, God bless Gotham."

It seems that the godfather is indeed old, and that he is a son who really loves him, and he believes that in the first decades of his godfather's life, he has never shown such goodwill to anyone.

Indeed, in the glorious days of the Church Father's past, he did not need to say this to anyone, and no one dared to ask him to do so, and today, to be able to invite Schiller here, and to show him in such a gesture, shows that he is really old.

Schiller thought so, his sleepiness deepened, Falcone looked at the person opposite him, gradually closed his eyes, the godfather sighed, and said to Evans, "Send your teacher back to rest." ”

Evans should have been, the godfather stood up and looked out the window, it was the quiet night of Gotham, and from the Falcone estate, only the lighthouse on the shore shimmered faintly.

Forty years had passed, and he thought that the godfather's friends and enemies had been annihilated with time, and his life had come to an end with the previous era of Gotham, and only this lighthouse was still lit up all night, witnessing the ups and downs of the city's history.

Evans looked at his father behind him, Falcone's figure did not show any trace of old age, he was still very tall, and the suit was always so appropriate on his body.

Finally, the godfather extinguished the cigar in his hand and said, "I only wish that he would be your longest-lived governess." ”

On the docks in Gotham's East End, the sea reflects the light of the lighthouse, the waves are like golden fish, and a cargo ship takes advantage of the darkness to sail out of port.

The smell of blood on the deck had not yet dissipated, and the bodies of the crew were thrown into the icy sea, and a burly man standing at the bow of the ship spat on the ground, saying: "This time it is a big loss, I have lost a few people, and I have not made any money." ”

"Don't worry, at least we escaped." Another person next to him answered.

Suddenly, before they were far from the port, a dull bell rang from Gotham City, and the bell rang seven times with a distinct tremor, and the leader of the bow asked suspiciously, "Why do they ring the bell in the middle of the night?" ”

"Who knows? Maybe it's a farewell to us. The man next to him shrugged his shoulders and said.

There was a soft sound from above, and then a black and yellow figure appeared on the mast.

"Indeed I am sending you off...... Death knell. ”