The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

When Gordon woke up, only a small desk lamp was on in the dim ward. Schiller was dozing off on the chair next to him. Hearing Gordon's movement, he woke up and took off his glasses, and said: "I just said that you will wake up when I accompany you..."

Gordon is still speechless and is wearing a respirator. Schiller said: "You were seriously injured, a bit too heavy. After more than 20 hours of rescue, you barely survived, and it is unknown whether you will fully recover."

The therapist's voice always had a calming power.

Gordon blinked. There was really nothing else he could do, and Schiller yawned and said, "Thanks to your partner, who arrived in time to save your life."

"But I'm sorry, the group of people chasing you seems to be aiming at me."

Gordon shook his head slightly. He knew that these people were just hired killers. Even if Maroney didn't hire them, he would hire others.

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

Schiller nodded and stood up from the chair. Harvey said, "It's my turn. Go and rest."

Before Schiller left, he glanced at Gordon. This detective, who usually looked energetic, now looked extremely haggard. The double torture of body and mind had already made him a little stunned.

The late-night corridor of the Central Hospital was pitch black, only the footsteps of Schiller's leather shoes echoed clearly.

Downstairs, a car was parked at the entrance of the hospital. A tall man in a suit came down and opened the car door for Schiller. After Schiller got in the car, he said, "Let's have some jazz."

Soon, some brisk jazz music played, adding a little fresh air to the dull atmosphere inside the car, and the streamer outside the car was still flickering.

Schiller closed his eyes due to sleepiness, and the person sitting in the co-pilot obviously didn't expect Schiller to fall asleep like this. This professor is really different from ordinary people, he thought.

When the car arrived at the place, Schiller hadn't woken up from the drowsy drowsiness, and the light sleep just now made him even more sleepy.

Climbing up the wooden stairs, when Schiller entered the room, Falcone was sitting behind the desk in a suit, as usual, and Evans was also in a suit, standing behind his father.

Schiller sat across from the godfather, crossed himself, and said, "Good evening, godfather."

Falcone waved his hand first, and a tall man in a suit came up. Falcone took out a box of cigars from under the table, and his assistant cut the cigars. Just as Schiller was about to refuse, Falcone said: "I heard that you like smoking cigars, and I happen to like it too, so let's have one."

Schiller adjusted his posture and leaned his back completely on the back of the chair. He did not hide his tired expression at all, but he still took the cigar. Evans came over and bent over to light the cigarette for him.

Schiller took a cigar, glanced at him, and said, "I haven't seen you in a formal suit yet, and there will be many girls chasing you at the ball."

Evans smiled modestly, said nothing, and stepped back behind Falcone.

"You've changed a lot, I can see that." Falcone said, the godfather still looked very elegant when he smoked a cigar, he just took a sip, and waited until the smoke from his exhalation cleared up before speaking say.

"When I first met you, I knew you weren't from Gotham, but it's better now, which is good."

"When you are full of guard against this place, you will find that everyone is against you, but when you truly regard this place as your own home, you will find that anyone can find their own kindred spirits here. "

"Probably because everyone is a potential criminal," Schiller said.

"I'm a little surprised that you don't question why I didn't clean up Maroney."

Schiller said in a low voice, "Maroney is not important."

"You always make me feel incredible. I have met too many people in my life, and I have seen too many geniuses. They are often pretentious. Even if they look very humble on the surface, I know that their respect is just fear of me. There are guns."

"But I just know that the godfather makes everyone fearful, not because of guns."

"You showed me the charm of psychology. You always seem to give me the answer I want." Falcone said, he just let the cigar in his hand burn slowly.

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

"His grades are not bad." Schiller shook the ashes and said, "He also worked hard. He is a good student."

"But that's all there is to it, isn't it?"

Schiller didn't care about Evans' disappointed expression. He said, "This is a good thing, Your Excellency Godfather. Psychology is a dead end."

Falcone looked at him, Schiele took another puff on his cigar, and said, "It's not some grotesque metaphor, when you learn this science to the end, there are only two outcomes for you, crazy or dead .”

"Then it looks like you didn't choose either."

"Maybe I chose both?"

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

"I know that Evans is still far behind. He is like his mother. He is neither an absolute good person nor an absolute bad person. This is the scariest thing."

"What do you want him to be?"

Before Falcone could answer, Schiller said: "Or do you want him to be godfather?"

Falcone was silent.

Obviously he has the answer in his heart, but he is unwilling to admit the answer.

Is being a godfather a good thing?

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

"What about the policeman?" he asked.

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

"You can make him fall to Maroni, I won't blame him." Falcone said: "I know these people have no choice, either cooperate or die. In fact, being able to persist until now has made I was taken aback."

"Maybe it's offensive, but his persistence isn't because of the godfather."

"Why is that? If it wasn't because of fear of me, why did he resist Maroney's request for cooperation?"

"Because Maroney stopped him from going out and fighting crime."

"so what?"

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

"It's a naive idea, isn't it? Even in this city, it seems a little absurd."

"Good people don't always live long, especially in Gotham." Falcone said with a sigh.

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

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

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

"As for those coming from the Met, I'll deal with them."

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

"what's your plan?"

"I have made a lot of money recently, and there is a super mercenary who asks for a high price, and he happens to be very attracted to the price I ask."

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

"In your name, God bless Gotham."

It seems that the godfather is indeed old, and he really loves his son. He believes that in the past few decades of his life, the godfather has never shown his kindness to anyone like this.

Indeed, in the past glory days of the godfather, he didn't need to express his attitude to anyone like this, and no one dared to ask him to do so, but today, he can invite Schiller here and show his favor to him with such a gesture , it means that he is really old.

As Schiller thought about it, his sleepiness became deeper and deeper, Falcone looked at the person opposite him, and gradually closed his eyes, the godfather sighed, and said to Evans: "Send your teacher back to rest. "

Evans should be, the godfather stood up and looked out the window. Outside the window was the quiet night of Gotham. From the view of Falcone Manor, only the lighthouse on the coast flickered faintly.

Forty years have passed, he thought, the friends and enemies of the godfather have been annihilated together with time, his life is coming to an end together with the last era of Gotham, only this lighthouse is still burning all night, Together with him, witness the ups and downs of the city, the rise and fall of history.

Evans looked at his father from behind. Falcone's figure didn't show any signs of aging, he was still very tall and straight, and his suit was always so decent.

Finally, the godfather put out the cigar in his hand and said: "I only hope that he will really be your longest-lived tutor."

On the pier in Gotham East, the light of the lighthouse was reflected on the sea surface, and the waves surged like golden fish. A cargo ship sailed away from the port in the dark.

The bloody smell on the deck hadn’t dissipated yet, and the crew’s bodies were thrown into the icy sea. A burly man standing at the bow spat on the ground and said, “It’s a big loss this time, a few people have been lost. , and didn’t make any money.”

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

Suddenly, before they got too far from the port, a dull bell sounded from Gotham City. The trembling bell rang seven times. The leader at the bow asked suspiciously: "Why are they here?" Ring the bell at midnight?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's to see us off," said the man next to him with a shrug.

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

"It is indeed the death knell to send you off."

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