The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 16 Confused Gordon

In the settings of Pokémon anime and games, Pikachu is far from being a powerful Pokémon. Its popularity stems more from its cute appearance.

Whether in anime or games, Pikachu is absolutely cute, but in fact his combat ability is very average. Especially in games, it can even be said to be a warehouse manager. Compared with those powerful and gorgeous mythical beasts, Pikachu is indeed very cute, but it only has one advantage: cuteness.

But the Pikachu that Schiller encountered was far more than that. It had an IQ similar to humans, or even higher than most humans. It had Pikachu's electrical skills, and seemed to have some other abilities.

It's immune to Schiller's telepathy, and the fear gas only knocks it over. In terms of volume, the dose of fear gas that Schiller used to set up the trap that day was enough to drive a small creature like Pikachu crazy, but Pikachu only sneezed a few more times.

And he was able to pick open Schiller's door lock and run to his bed while he was sleeping. With Pikachu's height, he couldn't reach the door handle even if he jumped up. If he wanted to pick the lock, he would have to at least move a chair over.

How did this chubby creature, which was no taller than a human calf and had very short hands, move a chair in the middle of the night, jump on the chair to pick the lock, open the door, and then run to Schiller without letting him notice? Who knows? It’s also unknown.

However, this Pikachu is obviously much more cunning than Schiller imagined. More importantly, Schiller can't be as serious as he is with Batman when he listens to his Deadpool voice. Even without looking at Pikachu's face, he always felt that there was a person in black and red tights mumbling next to him. This scene simply made him shudder.

But soon, Schiller had no time to worry about Pikachu. Gordon sent him a text message to inform him that they had obtained conclusive evidence of Jonathan's crime and were about to arrest him.

Schiller had nothing to do with capturing Jonathan. What he was more worried about was that no one would provide him with fear gas in the future, so he had to hurry up and take away Jonathan's inventory.

Jonathan, the future Scarecrow, is really unlucky.

When he knew that Jonathan was about to be captured, Schiller basically got as much as he did. The young Scarecrow didn't have any awareness of counter-detection. He was really broken down. Who would come to steal his fear gas?

After Schiller gained the ability to teleport, stealing fear gas became easier. He only needs to be more than 100 meters away from the chapel in the Mawson neighborhood, flash directly into the underground of the chapel, and leave immediately after taking it, without even leaving a shadow.

Of course, Batman also participated in this capture operation. With his superb infiltration ability, he returned to the laboratory again. He found that Jonathan had made a fear gas spray gun. He suggested to Gordon that he should capture Jonathan, otherwise this would happen. Putting gas spray guns on them might make all the police officers involved in the operation and the residents of the Mawson neighborhood crazy.

Although Gordon didn't quite trust the tight-fitting weirdo, he also had his own difficulties.

Everyone in the Gotham Police Department is a talented person. Except for him, they are basically all talented people. If anything happens, they will be the last ones to arrive on the scene. They can't be counted on for anything.

There is no need to think too much about the combat capabilities of this team. A poison gas spray gun is enough to bring down most of the police station.

Don't expect his boss to give him any help. Gordon has already seen through it. The current director is in cahoots with some underworld forces. He doesn't want one more trouble. It's just the death of dozens of civilians. How can he delay his great career of making money?

Gordon was helpless and powerless. So the only person he can count on is Batman.

Although Batman is immature now, Scarecrow is obviously not much stronger. The two of them were noobs pecking each other, but Batman obviously won in the end.

He subdued Jonathan with an anesthetic needle while he was doing experiments in the laboratory.

And the camera on his batsuit clearly captured how Jonathan committed the crime.

Faced with such a case with solid evidence, the low-key Gordon was kicked out. Gordon's immediate superior took over the case and quickly opened the case and opened a trial. This is considered a good political achievement.

A university professor was actually the mastermind of dozens of murders? In any other area, this would have been a bizarre case that occupied the front pages of newspapers for several days, but in Gotham, although it was still considered a big case, it only occupied one column on the main page of the newspaper. .

Seeing that the names of Gordon and Batman did not appear in the newspaper, but were all full of praise for Gordon's boss, Schiller knew that there was another frustrated and sad person in this dark city.

Gordon, the good cop, still has a long way to go.

To Schiller's expectation, Gordon found him quickly.

In the Gotham University counseling room, Schiller poured Gordon a cup of coffee. The young police detective looked very tired. He took a sip of hot coffee and his complexion improved a lot.

He said: "I know, my visit is a bit presumptuous, Mr. Professor. But regarding Jonathan's case..."

Gordon seemed hesitant to speak, and Schiller said: "Let me guess, the trial of the case may have gone smoothly, but when it came to the trial, something went wrong, right?"

Gordon put his fists on the table and said gloomily: "That damn murderer is a doctor of chemistry. You should know what this means in Gotham. Some people don't want to sentence him to death, but want to exonerate him on the grounds that he has a mental illness, and then let him work for them." Schiller sat opposite him and said: "Indeed, a genius doctor of chemistry, if he can create even a new type of hallucinogenic drug, then the person who hired him will make a fortune." Gordon shook his head and said: "It's far more than that. The drug they want Jonathan to develop may be even more dangerous than this." "If they invent drugs, they can only make a little money from those addicts. But if they really invent a virus that can control all the people in Gotham, then there is no need to say how much wealth they can get." Gordon said. "Did someone leak the news about the fear gas?" Schiller asked. The effect of this gas is outstanding, so some people will realize the power of Jonathan. Gordon looked at him, hesitated, and said, "I don't mean to offend, but I want to confirm whether you have seen anyone suspicious recently?" "I can tell you very clearly that I have not told anyone about this matter, and it does me no good. As a university professor, it is shameful to have a murderer colleague. If I have any other contact with him, it will have a great impact on my career." Schiller said. "So..." Gordon folded his hands and said, "That night, I heard you call the tights weirdo Bruce. He is Bruce Wayne, right?"

"I can't tell you anything about this topic. You should verify it yourself with him instead of coming to me."

"I know what you are worried about." Schiller said, "As the largest business tycoon in Gotham City, Bruce Wayne may not be completely unrelated to those dirty deals. And if he knows that you are investigating this matter, you will definitely die ugly. That's what you think, right?"

Gordon said, "Jonathan said in his confession that there has been a person who has stolen most of his fear gas. The tights weirdo is the object of my suspicion. He is too suspicious."

Schiller sighed a little. Those contents that have not appeared in the comics now seem very interesting. Gordon and Batman, the old partners, did not trust each other at the beginning. Gordon even felt very suspicious of Batman, the weird-looking vigilante.

This is not surprising. Any normal person would not accept it at first. Someone wearing a black tights and two pointed ears, running around in Gotham in the middle of the night, does not behave like a good person. Schiller said, "Have you ever thought that he actually doubts you in the same way?" Gordon sighed and said, "In fact, he has more reason to doubt me. If he is really Bruce Wayne, I know that the Wayne children have never given up investigating the case of the year. The death of the Wayne couple is very strange. I have read the case files and there are too many things wrong. If Wayne Jr. is Batman, then of course he will not trust any police, including me." "The police in Gotham City..." Gordon said with some sigh, "I know that the police in this city are like decorations. You can't count on them for anything." He looked a little depressed, sighed, drank a sip of coffee, and then remained silent. Schiller said: "As a stone in the quagmire, you are already hard enough. You can't expect anyone to pull you out. It's best to roll bigger and bigger. When you occupy the entire quagmire, this place will be no different from an asphalt road."

"Do you think so? Do you think I should continue on this road?" Gordon also seemed a little confused.

It's no wonder that he is so depressed. He took huge risks and spent countless efforts to solve the case. It's okay that the credit was taken away by others. Gordon was just for justice. But now someone wants to let go of the murderer who massacred dozens of civilians for the sake of profit. This is really a big blow to Gordon.

Schiller smiled and said, "Detective Gordon, it seems that you need psychological treatment, but by chance, I am also a psychologist, and I don't charge any fees."

Gordon forced a smile and said, "I have seen your resume in the file, Professor Schiller. Having a well-known psychologist like you do psychological treatment for me is my year-end bonus. In any case, thank you."

Schiller said, "You're welcome. It's my honor to help a good policeman in Gotham."

Gordon's smile was even more forced, and he said as if sighing, "Good policeman? Maybe..."