me and my vest

The sky in Gotham was rarely clear. A few days ago, a strong wind blew away the dark clouds that had been floating above. Under the sunlight, the Gotham Police Station actually had a grand feeling.

Of course, the most important reason is——

"Mr. Paltrow, how are you doing today?"

"There is no case." The detective sat on his chair, holding a newspaper, and slowly stared at every police officer passing by.

"Emm, so I'm asking how you're doing today." Gordon sat down opposite the table with a cup of coffee, feeling a little far away from the table, and moved the chair forward again, "For example, the weather or how is your lunch today?" Delicious or something?"

"How can I be happy without a case?" The detective was wearing a long black coat, resting his cheek on one hand and putting the newspaper on the table with the other, "Gordon, you look very happy-you bought Which stock has risen that makes you so happy?"

"How do you know?" Gordon asked in surprise, "Did I reveal any clues in this matter?"

"No, you hid it well." The detective suddenly patted the sign on his desk with great interest--the metal sign that said "Consult the detective". This thing itself is nothing, but it is very satisfactory to the detective.

I like it a little more than the cherry wood pipe I bought last week.

After all, this is the first time he has displayed his profession with such an obvious symbol.

"You chatted with Gary a lot recently, didn't you? He has a lot of research on investment activities such as stock funds. If I remember correctly, you just paid a salary last week."

It's like this again, every time Mr. Paltrow explains, these things seem to become very simple.

Gordon didn't want his IQ to be despised by him again, so he decided to change the subject, "I just received a case this morning about a robber. Maybe you'd be interested?"

"Is there anything special?"

"Yes, the case happened under the noses of two policemen, and they immediately chased after him, but the robber disappeared in a blink of an eye, so..."

"It doesn't sound that difficult, and if he didn't use some sleight of hand, then generally one of the two cops was the insider."

Saying so, Shi Lu still stood up and prepared to take a look, after all, he really didn't have a single case.

"I'll take good care of him."

"Yes, this situation is indeed a headache. After all, no one would have thought that he would have psychological problems. This is probably the only way to help him."

"I brought the car and yes, the rooms are ready and everything will be in order."

Such a conversation naturally attracted the detective's attention, and he stopped when he was about to raise his foot, and turned to listen to the man not far away.

"Gordon, who is that?"

"Uh." Gordon put down his coffee cup and looked back, "That's Dr. Klein, Jonathan Klein."

"Doctor?" The detective looked carefully, "Psychiatrist?"

"Yes, he has a hospital on Naihe Island called, by the way, the Arkham Asylum, where many criminals with mental disorders are locked up." Gordon continued to explain, "According to the law, we cannot keep them here." In prison, you can only be sent to a mental hospital."

"So he came here to take away the prisoners from the police station?"

"Yes, the thief who came in the day before yesterday seems to have a little problem."

"I remember him as normal," said the detective, somewhat lost. "Gordon, we'll get back to that case later."

Klein, who was talking with others, noticed the detective walking towards him out of the corner of his eye.

"You must be Mr. Paltrow." Klein put on a polite social smile, but no matter how you looked at it, it was very fake, and it seemed to be hiding—excitement.

"I've heard a lot about you." Klein stretched out his hand, "I heard that you solved all the backlog of cases and captured some fugitives as soon as you came here. You are saving Gotham very well."

The detective shook his hand perfunctorily, and looked down at his trousers and leather shoes.

Klein dodged back subconsciously, but the excitement in his smile increased, "You understand, it's been raining on Naihe Island these days."

Mud spots and dust.

"En." The detective responded, "You want to take away the prisoner from the day before yesterday?"

"He's been yelling and yelling in prison, like he's afraid of something, and it's affecting a lot of people's lives, so I think he needs Arkham's help."

"What can Arkham do for him?"

"A lot." Klein was still smiling, and his smile had even reached the point where the police officer next to him would feel something was wrong. "I believe that people's spirit is much stronger than their body. It has endless power."

"Look," he went on, "you have made such an astonishing achievement with your intelligence and observation, and I have used my knowledge of neurology. Neither of us is superior to others in force, but we are very special. ?"

In particular, most people would use the word excellent.

Shilu doesn't know much about Gotham, only the folk customs are simple and talented.

So he really didn't know which villain this absolutely perverted man was.

Batman is really, really hard.

Shi Li decided to find out what's wrong with the psychiatrist himself.

Klein also seemed to feel that he shouldn't appear in front of this consulting detective for too long, lest he be seen to have any secrets.

"Then I'll leave first, the car is already waiting outside."

When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and said to the detective who was looking at him with his cane, "Mr. Paltrow, if you are free, welcome to Arkham as a guest."

Klein's back gradually disappeared from the detective's field of vision.

"Mr. Paltrow."

A man with eyes and well-combed hair walked over quickly. Maybe it is not appropriate to say that a man is a man, and there is a strange innocence in him.

"Who is that? Doctor Klein? Why did he invite you to Arkham? That's not a good place."

"It's nothing, don't pay too much attention to it, I think it's just...a kind of social rhetoric."

"Okay. Here are the materials you asked for. I just took them out of the archives." Edward Nygma's eyes sparkled. "Do you need anything else?"

God didn't know how much Edward Nygma liked the new consulting detective.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Nigma." The detective took the thick stack of paper bags in his hand, "Oh, this is really a very beautiful classification of rhizomes."

"Yes!" Edward Nygma's final voice almost floated, "It's rhizology. I spent a day and a half reorganizing the archives."

"I'll return it to you after I finish reading." The detective picked up the cane leaning against the corner of the table, and was about to leave the noisy police station.

"Mr. Paltrow," Edward Nygma said suddenly, "I am the son of water, but if the water touches me, I die. What am I?"

"It's salt." The detective replied immediately.

"I will definitely come up with more difficult puzzles to ask you tomorrow!"

"That's fine, I really like puzzles."

The detective touched the doorknob of the police station, "See you tomorrow, Nygma."

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Paltrow." Edward Nygma replied energetically.

"Is that freak talking riddles again?"

"I don't know, but if Mr. Paltrow had answered, he wouldn't have asked us."

The whispering voices of the two policewomen reached Nygma's ears.

But this time he didn't really care.

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Shi Li went to handle Gordon's case.

When he was in the police station, at least those police officers with dirty hands and feet didn't dare to do anything too outrageous.

This seemingly insignificant heist might be an opportunity to catch Falcone, the mob boss who controls Gotham.

Very simple case.

Shilu turned the cane in his hand and left the alley.

It's funny that policemen and criminals have the same shirt buttons, and that Falcone's organization employs a tailor.

After getting the news that Falcone will receive a batch of drugs at the port the day after tomorrow, Shi Li intends to wait and see what happens, but it is getting late now, so he plans to set off to Naihe Island to have a look.

People in the police station kept saying that the place was so chaotic that it was impossible to even set foot in it without a group of people, but this obviously did not apply to Holmes.

Shilu skillfully shuttled through the slums of Naihe Island. He had already memorized the map of this area. Not to mention the previous force value bonus, just the "unbreakable" cane given by the system was already enough. It's a terrific bug.

The heavy rain kept falling, and all the clothes hanging on the rope in midair were soaked.

Pay attention to drying clothes on rainy days.

There were not many people on the street, and the raindrops were dense like a curtain, covering Shiru's sight in a dense manner.

But clues are never something people can easily block. Although the poor in Gotham are equivalent to criminals, they still won't provoke Klein easily.

So since Klein has some problems on Naihe Island, there must be few people around his base, and there will be fewer debris around his base.

The detective did not open an umbrella and let the rain pour on him.

A person like Klein should attach great importance to his self-image. Since there are some fresh mud spots on his body, he probably has been to some chaotic place.

Just as he was thinking about what he would gain today, a person fell from midair a few meters away.

He was burning with flames, and when he fell to the ground he rolled and extinguished them.

Such a thing is very rare, and the people nearby are attracted to gather around.

That's Batman.

Shi Li immediately walked forward quickly.

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Bruce struggled to get up from the ground, stumbled into the alley, panting for breath with his hands on the wall.

He just found the smuggled items that Klein hid.

Those things arrived in Gotham a week ago, Falcone took a batch, it was an ordinary drug, Arkham took a batch, but it seemed to be something unusual, ordinary gangsters couldn't say no come out.

Just today, Bruce came over to arrest them. By the way, he wanted to interrogate the relevant information, and things went smoothly. Klein's men couldn't beat him at all.

But amidst what should have been an unquestionable victory was a hallucinogenic spray.

Because of the close combat, the thing Klein used became very effective.

He even poured gasoline on Bruce and set him on fire.

bat……

The dark, overwhelming bats surged in Bruce's field of vision, and the sound of wings rubbing followed, accompanied by endless echoes.

In a daze, he returned to the cave in Wayne Manor.

Bruce Wayne, who was only a child, broke his leg and curled up in the dark cave alone, looking shiveringly at the bats circling above.

The sunlight in the sky couldn't even penetrate, and disturbed bats flew endlessly over the cave roof.

Each one is so terrifying, looking at the boy at the bottom of the cave with its inorganic, degenerated eyes, its spread wings are obviously not big, but they seem to cover the sky and the sun.

The wings are flapping.

Bruce saw a series of scary bats flying out of the trash can on the side of the road.

bat……

No, not a real bat, it's an illusion.

Bruce took a few steps, knelt on the ground in embarrassment, took out the gun at his waist and pressed the trigger towards the sky.

The black rope and claw hook quickly hooked the roof.

With the slight sound of rubbing and pulling, Bruce struggled to climb up to the roof, where he would at least not be noticed by ordinary passers-by, and took off his mask.

"Afu, poison..."

bat.

"I've been poisoned."

bat.

"Need a blood test."

bat.

"Blood test, poison, in the blood..."

In a trance, Bruce felt someone grabbed his wrist.

It's as if Dad reached out in the Batcave when he found himself.

He held his wrist with his warm hand, looked at himself with a smile, and didn't blame his child for being playful and falling into the cave.

He picked himself up and walked into the manor, toward his mother—Bruce, why did we fall?

— to be able to stand up.

Mr Holmes.

Bruce saw the man standing there. He was wearing a wet black overcoat, but he still had a calmness that seemed to never waver.

Bruce also didn't want to worry about the embarrassing meeting in the hotel that day, even though he left in embarrassment at the time, and he didn't take the initiative to meet Mr. Holmes afterwards.

"Poison, bat, Mr. Holmes..."

"I heard."

"Bruce."

The author has something to say: There are two villains in this article!

Klein (Scarecrow)

Nygma (Riddler)

①I am the son of water, but if the water touches me, I will die.What am I?

And note that this riddle was not written by the author, it was said by the riddler himself, and the source is the TV series Gotham.

The author’s Bruce image comes from Nolan’s trilogy, so Bruce has grown, I hope everyone can watch it patiently, and don’t rush to scold me in the comment area (whisper bb)

I think it's better to be more like a human being, even if you are suspicious, it shouldn't be that serious.