In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 55: Rainy Night Murder

The cool rain in Gotham's late autumn fell, causing a yellow fog to float under the lit street lights. The cold light of the car lights gradually spread from the corner, illuminating the end of the dark alley.

The colorful neon lights reflected on the black body, the door opened, and the driver stepped down holding a black umbrella, and went to the back seat to open the door.

The waiters at the entrance of the mansion were all wearing white shirts and champagne-colored vests. They ran over quickly, spread the carpet under the car door, and stepped on the carpet with their leather shoes. Schiller held the door and walked out of the car.

As soon as he stood up straight, he saw a guest walking in in front of him throwing a huge umbrella into the arms of a skinny umbrella boy. A large number of water droplets on the umbrella directly made the umbrella boy wet all over. It was so obvious that the waiters beside the gate laughed at him in a low voice.

Schiller took the umbrella by himself and walked to the door. A blond manager walked out enthusiastically and said, "It's Professor Rodriguez, right? Godfather is already waiting for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Evans came down from the stairs. He hugged Schiller warmly and said: "Thank you, Professor Schiller, my coming-of-age ceremony is really not worth your trouble. Come here."

"Nothing, happy birthday."

The two were talking, and out of the corner of Schiller's eye, he saw the umbrella boy holding a huge umbrella. He should be about the same age as Evans, but with a thin and small body and a hooked nose. His eyes were still a bit dark, and he didn't look very pleasant. He was trying to close the huge umbrella in his arms, but because he was very thin, his movements looked a little funny.

Schiller noticed that the cuff buttons on his wrists were meticulously buttoned, and he looked more like a dignitary attending a party than a waiter.

Seeing that Schiller was still carrying the umbrella, Evans was a little unhappy. He also turned his head to look at the umbrella boy. The man took the huge umbrella.

The umbrella in Schiller's hand has already been folded. He held the middle part of the umbrella and handed the handle to the umbrella boy. The man rolled up his cloudy eyes and glanced at Schiller. Then he lowered his head and accepted the umbrella obediently.

This small episode did not affect the progress of Evans' birthday party at all. To some surprise, Bruce also came.

Of course, after all, they are classmates, and they belong to the same class. They are all the upper class of Gotham.

Holding a glass of wine, Schiller was talking with Evans about the club. Soon, the protagonist of the banquet was called away by his father, and Bruce came over and said, "Why don't you have something to eat first, Professor?"

Schiller shook his head and asked him: "You said last time that you wanted to be the head of the club? This is really strange."

Just as Bruce was about to speak, he heard Schiller say again: "Judging from the level of the thesis you submitted, let alone being the head of the club, you may not be very suitable for studying psychology."

"Come on, of course you know why I did it."

"But that's not why you polluted my eyes with a pile of academic garbage."

"Okay, how much club fees can you shake your academic persistence a little bit? Is 200 million US dollars enough?"

Schiller cursed secretly in his heart, but he still said: "I suggest you change your disguise. Can you really bear this kind of way of mingling with bad people all day long?"

"I always use **** juice instead of alcoholic beverages, and the powder that burns is just ordinary spices."

Schiller did not speak, but silently cast his eyes on his waist, and Bruce said, "Well, there are indeed some problems."

Just as they were speaking, the lights in the center of the banquet hall were turned on one by one, and Falcone led Evans down the stairs in the center.

This is an important part of the coming-of-age ceremony. The elder introduces his child to his social circle to show that he can participate in social activities normally and take on the mission of inheriting the family business.

After that, Schiller and other elders encouraged Evans, and finally Evans himself, first he drew a cross on his chest very devoutly, and then thanked God.

While Evans was speaking, Schiller noticed that there seemed to be a thin figure hidden in the shadow of the heavy curtain in the corner of his right side.

But after the crowd gathered in the center dispersed, the figure disappeared.

After that, it entered the normal ball and banquet process. The lights were shining, cups and cups were intertwined, and people were talking with each other in the magnificent banquet hall.

However, like Schiller's treatment in S.H.I.E.L.D., almost no one would take the initiative to talk to him. Everyone knows his amazing resume, and no one wants to be in front of someone who may see through their inner secrets. stay too long.

After a while, the banquet came to an end, and Schiller felt a little hungry. He planned to go to the dining table next to him to get something to eat. At this time, he heard some noise behind the stairs on the right. Soon, a A lady in a fancy dress ran out screaming, "Old Edward!!! He's down in the bathroom!"

Everyone around hurriedly dispersed, and Falcone said in a steady voice: "Be quiet, Andy, go and see what's going on."

A person beside the godfather walked away, and soon, he came back and whispered something in Falcone's ear. Falcone glanced at everyone present, and was forced by his momentum, No one dared to speak out.

Falcone said: "Edward Sr. died, at my son's bar mitzvah."

In the banquet hall with hundreds of people, it was as quiet as if nothing existed. No one even dared to breathe loudly. Everyone was thinking, who is so bold, rushing to make trouble on the godfather's territory?

Holding the cane, Falcone said, "Where is Little Edward? Let him come to see me. His uncle died here, so he must come here."

"In addition, go to the police station and ask them to send someone over to investigate, Evans, please help me entertain the guests, and don't make them feel neglected."

After that, Falcone gave his assistant Andy a look, then turned and left.

Bruce stood beside Schiller and asked him: "You saw it too, didn't you?"

"Yes, but it's none of my business."

Bruce said: "It seems that Little Edward has won, and the situation at the pier is about to become chaotic."

"Do you think it was Little Edward who moved his hand?"

"He's the one who makes the most money, isn't he?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "I think that the Edward family is the biggest loser. When old Edward died, everyone would think that his nephew did it. But at the coming-of-age ceremony of the godfather's only son, something like this happened. It is not too much for the godfather to take revenge on the Edward family."

"Do you think Falcone directed and acted himself?"

"He is smarter than you think."

Bruce glanced back. The banquet hall, which was bustling just now, had completely deserted at this moment, and most of the people had left. Under the still brilliant lights, Zhi Zhi looked even more desolate.

When Schiller was about to leave, it was the assistant next to the godfather who returned the umbrella to him. Andy said: "I'm sorry, professor, the godfather asked me to convey my apologies for him. We didn't expect to invite you to the first meeting." This happened at a banquet."

"Yeah, none of us thought of that."

Schiller looked down at his umbrella, and all the water droplets on it had dried up. He stood under the porch and saw a group of people carrying a box at the side door of the mansion, which should be Old Edward's corpse.

They loaded the boxes into the car and looked at the direction the car was driving. His body should be thrown into the sea.

Schiller stood at the door for a while, and soon the police lights flashed in the rainy night, and the police car drove in. That's right, Gotham is like this, they won't wait for the police to dispose of the corpse.

Gordon came to a crime scene again where there was no trace of the victim or the murderer. They even wiped off the blood, but he was very adaptable, ordering the policemen under him in an orderly manner, and began to Wander around the bathroom.

As for himself, he neither handled the case nor recorded it, but went to meet Falcone under the leadership of others.

The outcome of the investigation of this case does not depend on what exactly happened in the bathroom, or what the police can find out, but only on the attitude of one person~IndoMTL.com~That is the host of the banquet, Falco Inside.

This is the case in Gotham. When a gang member kills another gang member, the situation of the police will become very embarrassing. much more important.

After a while, Evans came out under an umbrella, and he hurried towards Schiller and said, "Professor, I heard that you haven't left yet, what else do you need?"

"No, there is nothing special, you know, I am more interested in these cases."

Evans showed a somewhat embarrassed expression and said, "Uh... this is just a small case, not a serial murder case, but if you are interested, you can go in and take a look."

Schiller shook his head, but he handed Evans the umbrella in his hand and said, "Bring it to the godfather for me."

Evans took the umbrella, feeling a little bewildered.

After Schiller left, Falcone took Schiller's black umbrella from Evans and said, "It seems that he will indeed be your longest-lived tutor."

While sitting in the car on the return trip, Schiller listened to the sound of the rain pattering on the car window, and he thought back to the small and timid umbrella boy who got in before him and played with a huge umbrella. Tong's guest was none other than Old Edward.

As soon as Schiller returned to the apartment, he heard movement on the balcony. Batman was standing there. Schiller didn't look back. Batman said, "I'm going to investigate the case of old Edward."

"Why? Gang fights are also within your jurisdiction?"

"He used to be the leader of Park Street."

Schiller didn't answer him, but Batman said to himself: "He knows who killed my parents."