On the road in front of Gotham Central Hospital, three police cars burst out of the way, and the sound of sirens and the honking of ambulances behind them mixed together, and the residents of the surrounding buildings couldn't help but poke their heads out to see which idiot had provoked the Gotham Police Department.

Since the Gotham Police Station equipment has been upgraded, the shrill honking of the horn has regained its deterrent effect, and no gang member except the Twelve Families dares to honk their horns when passing by the police station as before, otherwise they will most likely be blown to pieces by howitzers.

After Gordon came to power, he mingled with the Twelve Families in physical and spiritual sense, and became the guest of the Godfather, and the Gotham Police Department became the most deterrent gang organization in Gotham.

Even if it is to deter the big gangsters, two armed police cars are enough, but today there are three police cars just to open the road, and there are two logistics police cars behind the butt of the ambulance, and the residents watched from the windows for a long time, and finally got the gossip from the police officer who fired the warning gun that the patriarch of the Lawrence family is dead.

Since the situation in Gotham has stabilized, the twelve families have basically worked together to make money, and the internal chaos has disappeared, and the farce of changing three leaders in two months has not happened for a long time.

Rumors spread like ripples in the lake, from the leaders of the big gangs under the Twelve Families to the street gangsters, and the small bosses who had an affair with the gangsters' business were all speculating about who killed the unlucky old Lawrence.

There are many young people in the Lawrence family, about eleven or twelve, and there are five or six of them who are more outstanding, and his second son Baden is almost a sure heir, and his eldest daughter is not on good terms, but they have been in peace for many years, and there are no contradictions.

Some say it's a heart attack, some say it's a shooting, and some are well-informed that the mysterious "summer killer" is starting to do it again.

"Summer Killer" is the nickname given by the Gotham people to the killer of this serial homicide, and it is not murderous, but perhaps it is also because there is too little knowledge.

Obviously, this time the situation is more serious than ever, and the old Lawrence is in the prime of life, and there are still twenty or thirty years before the handover.

Bardem couldn't accept that his father was dead like this, he didn't have full control of the family business, and it was foreseeable that those properties that didn't have time to be handed over would definitely be embezzled by other families, and even more unacceptable than him was Godfather Falcone, who was already the third case in two months.

Gordon and Cobott sit upstairs in the chief's office at a loss, they are both given death orders, and this time the killer will not be found, and the godfather will definitely make them look good.

In fact, there is no need for Falcone to say, no one wants to find the murderer of the murder more than Gordon, the problem is that he can find everything he can, and Copote has even preferred to kill a thousand by mistake rather than let go of a group of people who rushed to the scene of the magician's meeting and killed a group of people, and jumped the remaining survivors in Gotham, but in the end no conclusive evidence was found.

The name of the summer killer has spread more and more in Gotham, and even has begun to shake the prestige of the gang, which has also affected Gotham's tourism industry, and this time it is Mayor Roy who comes to Schiller.

"Professor Schiller, of course I'm not saying that you have to do something for us, but the current situation is not optimistic, and if this killer continues to be so arrogant, the stable situation that was established before will be in vain."

Schiller, who was sitting on the couch wiping Aisha's hands, sighed and said, "Gordon called me just now, hoping that I would go to see Lawrence's body anyway, and I promised him, but I hope he doesn't have too much hope." ”

Roy immediately became nervous, he looked at Schiller and said, "Professor, are you saying that you can't even do anything about the murderer this time?" ”

Schiller also sighed, looked at Roy and said: "You must understand, reasoning is not magic, there must be clues to have a result, even the slightest trace has room for analysis, but the reason why I am not in the police station or the morgue now is because there is no clue at all." ”

Roy hammered his head with his hand, puzzled, and said, "How can a murderer leave no trace?" This is completely unscientific! ”

"I'm sure Gordon and they've got Bruce over, he's the greatest detective in the world, but judging from the tone of their phone call just now, I'm afraid things haven't made much progress, which suggests that this matter may be even more mysterious than we thought."

Roy now only felt a headache and did not listen to some of the hints in Eller's tone, so Schiller went further: "The world is fair, nothing can really come and go without a trace, leaving no clues and no weaknesses, maybe we should wait a while until the situation is clearer." ”

"But we don't have that much time, the opening ceremony of the festival is a week away, and now the whole city is clouded with murder, there are fewer tourists going to the beach to bask in the sun, and if the opening ceremony is cold, the money for the supporting publicity campaign will be lost."

Schiller glanced up at the calendar hanging by the window, today is the last Wednesday of summer, according to the calendar, autumn will officially begin next week, and the temperature has dropped significantly recently, although it is still not cool, but it is not so hot anymore.

Schiller stood up and walked to the door to pick up his umbrella, while Roy took his hat from Merkel and opened it as well.

Schiller stood by the door and glanced at the weather outside, just now there was another thundershower, and with artificial intervention, the rainy day in Gotham changed its character, no longer a fine light rain that lasted for a few days, but either no rain at all, or a torrential rain accompanied by rumbling thunder.

The two got into the car, and Schiller turned his head slightly to Roy in the back seat and asked, "Have you seen the barometer in the last few days?" ”

"No, I've been going crazy lately." Roy sighed a little tiredly, rubbed his temples and said, "There are several beach maintenance companies that have taken a fancy to Gotham's newly developed beach tourism and want to make an agreement with us to put them in charge of beach maintenance, and I've been talking about business lately. ”

"Thank you for your hard work." Schiller turned his head back to stare thoughtfully at the damp mist that had gathered on the glass windows as the night cooled.

After arriving at the morgue of the Central Hospital, sure enough, Gordon, Copote, and Bruce had arrived, and the medical examiner had just withdrawn from the room, and all three of them were surrounding the corpse and discussing something in a whisper.

Seeing Schiller and Roy walk in, Gordon hurriedly greeted him, and Schiller saw Bruce frowning and staring at the swollen corpse with a serious expression.

Bruce was saying that he was going to take some tissue samples for testing, but that would have to wait for the forensic autopsy to be done, and now the descendants of the Lawrence family and some other gang members didn't trust the level of the forensic examiner.

Cobot sighed deeply and said, "I don't know who spread it, they said that the previous two cases failed to find clues on the corpses because the forensic doctors did not have enough experience." ”

"And what about the facts?" Schiller asked.

"It's not entirely true." Gordon shook his head and said, "Gotham has less experience in forensic autopsy, because there have been almost no murders before that allow them to perform autopsies, if anything, they are more experienced in dealing with patients with sudden emergencies or gunshot wounds, poisoning?" Gotham people rarely resort to such ven murders. ”

"The first two corpses were carefully analyzed of the digestive system, but no clues were found that could be used, blood analysis was also done, and the test report was abnormal, but the cause could not be found."

"Send people to Arkham." Schiller decisively tapped the ground with the tip of his umbrella and said, "Bruce, you go and call Lex and Pamela, and I'll go and inform Jonathan, Pig Noodles and the puppeteer, Gordon, you call Konstantin and Zatanna." ”

"If the tripartite consultation of such a big battle still can't find results, I suggest that we wait for a while, no matter how good the murderer is, his feet will be revealed."

Schiller's crispness and neatness were beyond everyone's expectations, but the others thought about it carefully, and there was no objection to this arrangement, Gotham University, Arkham Asylum, and Gotham Academy of Magic basically gathered all the high-end talents in the city, and a consultation of this scale still couldn't find any clues, so there was no other way but to wait.

Cobot breathed a sigh of relief and gave Schiller a grateful look, in fact, it didn't matter how many gangsters died, and it didn't matter how many gang leaders were changed in three months, all the godfather wanted was an attitude.

In other words, all the scientists and magicians in Gotham serve you as a Lawrence family, and even if you can't find the problem, don't you have to hand a cigarette and laugh with a good voice?

Schiller, Roy, and Cobott got into the same car, and the car drove the three of them towards Arkham, and on the way Roy said, "Schiller, don't sell it, you must already have an idea, right?" ”

"Sometimes the truth of the problem is much simpler than you think, but the solution to the problem may not be, so the truth is not very important." Schiller shook his head and said.

The car drove in the darkness all the way to the island where Arkham Asylum was located, and Gordon led a police car escort to escort the corpse close behind, and the mentally ill who received the news were already in the laboratory ready to go.

With a "bang", the body of old Lawrence was carried to the dissecting table, and the shadowless lamp was turned on to its maximum power, but it could not illuminate the light of wisdom in this room.

There were about seven or eight people gathered in front of the dissecting table, each with three doctorates, medical school teaching experience, surgical licenses and prescription rights, and the dozen or so apprentices in the back were basically Gotham University students.

Mrs. Miller led the nurses to prepare, and an autopsy was carried out from night to midnight the next day, and the members of the gangster family outside the door changed three times, until Colbert was a little overwhelmed, and the thick autopsy report was handed over to the analysis team.

Bruce, Lex, Jonathan, Victor, Pamela, etc., but anyone who had a little knowledge of medical biology and chemistry was pulled over, because by this time the arrogance had risen and the psychiatrist could not help much, so he just sat in his office and waited.

But Schiller knows very well that I'm afraid the analysis won't lead to anything, and if there are really any clues worth paying attention to, Batman will be able to find out the first time he touches the corpse.

Sure enough, the analysis meeting lasted for about another six hours, and on the third day, the sky was already dark, and the scientists and magicians came to the conclusion that it was a toxin that specifically attacked the kidneys, and that it was unknown what its properties, chemical composition, poisoning methods, and how to prepare the antidote.

Jonathan is hurrying to research the antidote, which piqued his interest and keeps him going for a long time to come, while Bruce and Lex work out how to catch the killer.

The key lies in the single survivor.

Bruce and Lex found Victor's student, the boy named Guy, and they tried their best to question him for a long time, even interrogating him as a hypothetical suspect, but they didn't get any coherent clues.

The first case in history to make Batman scratch his ears and cheeks arises, and at this time, Schiller is rebuilding his own garden in the manor.

(End of chapter)