The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

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

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

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

It is immune to Schiller's telepathy, and the fear gas just makes it fall. In terms of volume, the dose of fear gas that Schiller used to set up traps 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 Schiller's door lock and run to his bed while he was sleeping. With Pikachu's height, he couldn't even reach the doorknob by jumping up. If he wanted to pick the lock, he had to move a chair there.

How did this chubby creature, less than a person's calf height, with 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 find out? It is also unknown.

But this Pikachu is obviously much more cunning than Schiller imagined. More importantly, Schiller can't be as serious as he is to Batman when he hears his Deadpool voice. Regardless of Pikachu's face, he always felt that there was a person in a black and red tights, muttering beside him, and this scene made him shudder.

But soon, Schiller didn't have much time to worry about Pikachu. Gordon sent a text message to inform him that they had conclusive evidence of Jonathan's crime and were about to arrest him.

Schiller had nothing to do with arresting 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 stock.

Jonathan, the future scarecrow, is really unlucky.

When he knew that Jonathan was about to be arrested, Schiller would get as much as he did. The young Scarecrow didn't have any awareness of anti-detection. He really collapsed. Who would come to steal his fear gas?

With Schiele's ability to teleport, stealing fear gas is much easier. He just needs to flash into the underground of the chapel in a place more than 100 meters away from the small church in the Mosen block, and leave immediately after taking it, without leaving even a shadow.

Of course, Batman also participated in this capture operation. With superb sneaking ability, he returned to the laboratory again. He found that Jonathan had made a fear gas spray gun. With a gas spray gun, it is possible to drive all the police involved in the operation, and the residents of Mawson Street crazy.

Although Gordon didn't quite trust the tights geek, he also had his own reasons.

Everyone in the Gotham Police Department is talented. Except for him, they are basically the salted fish of ten thousand years. If anything happens, they are the last to arrive at the scene. You can't count on them.

There is no need to think too much about the combat capabilities of this kind of team, a poison gas spray gun is enough to knock down half 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 certain underworld forces. He doesn't want to cause any more trouble. It's just that dozens of civilians died. Where can he delay his great cause of making money?

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

Although the current Batman is immature, the Scarecrow is obviously not much stronger. The two of them were pecking at each other, and it was obvious that Batman won in the end.

He subdued Jonathan with an anesthesia needle while he was experimenting in the lab.

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

Facing this kind of case with solid evidence, Gordon, who was soft-spoken, was kicked out. Gordon's immediate boss took over the case, and quickly filed the case and opened a trial. This is a good political achievement anyway.

A university professor turned out to be the mastermind of dozens of murders? In any other region, this would be a bizarre case that occupied the headlines of newspapers for a few days, but in Gotham, although it is still considered a big case, it only occupied a column on the main page of the newspaper. .

Seeing that the names of Gordon and Batman did not appear in the newspaper, but full of praises for Gordon's boss, Schiller knew that there was another sad person who was unwilling to achieve success in this dark city.

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

Contrary to Schiller's expectations, Gordon quickly found him.

In Gotham University's counseling room, Schiller poured Gordon a cup of coffee. The police detective, who was still young at this time, looked very tired. He took a sip of hot coffee, and his complexion improved a lot.

He said: "I know it's presumptuous of me to visit, Mr. Professor. But the Jonathan case..."

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

Gordon put his fists on the table, and said with a gloomy face, "That damned murderer is a Ph. Get him off the hook for mental illness and then make him work for them."

Schiller sat across from him and said, "Indeed, if a genius doctor of chemistry can create even a new type of hallucinogenic drug, the person who hires him will make a fortune."

Gordon shook his head and said, "It's far more than that simple. The drug they want Jonathan to develop may be more dangerous than this."

"If they invent drugs, they can only make a small amount of money from those addicts. But if they really invent a virus that can bring people in Gotham under their control, they can get as much wealth as they want. Too much to say," Gordon said.

"Someone leaked about the fear gas?" Schiller asked. The effect of this poisonous gas is outstanding, which is why some people realize the power of Jonathan.

Gordon looked at him, hesitated, and said, "I don't mean to be offensive, but I want to make sure, have you seen anyone suspicious recently?"

"I can tell you very clearly that I haven't told anyone about it, and it doesn't do me any good. As a university professor, it's dishonorable to have a murderer as a colleague. If you talk to Any other connection he has would have had a huge impact on my career," Schiller said.

"So..." Gordon folded his hands, and he said, "That night, I heard you call that tightsuit freak Bruce, and he's Bruce Wayne, right?"

"I can't tell you anything about this topic. You should ask him for confirmation yourself instead of coming to me."

"I know what you're worried about." Schiller said: "As the biggest business tycoon in Gotham City, Bruce Wayne may not have nothing to do with those dirty deals. And if he knows that you are investigating this One thing, you must die ugly. You think so, don't you?"

Gordon said: "Jonathan said in his statement that there was always one person who stole most of his fear gas. The strange man in the tights is the object of my suspicion. He is too suspicious."

Schiller was a little bit emotional, and the content that didn't appear in the comics seemed very interesting now. Gordon and Batman, the old partners, didn't trust each other at the beginning. Gordon even felt very suspicious of Batman, the grotesque vigilante.

This is not surprising, and any normal person would not be able to accept it at first. Someone wearing a black tights and two pointy ears, running around in Gotham in the middle of the night, such behavior is really Not like a nice guy.

Schiller said, "Has it ever occurred to you that he actually doubts you that much?"

Gordon sighed, and he said: "In fact, he has more reason to doubt me. If he is really Bruce Wayne, I know that the children of the Wayne family have never given up on investigating the case back then. The deaths of the Wayne couple are very strange. , I have gone through the files of that case, there are too many things wrong. If Little Wayne is Batman. Of course he will not trust any policeman, including me."

"The police in Gotham City..." Gordon said with some sighs: "I know the police in this city are like decorations, and you can't count on them for anything." He looked a little depressed, sighed, and drank He sipped his coffee and fell silent.

Schiller said: "As a stone in the quagmire, you are hard enough. You can't expect anyone to fish you out. It's better to roll yourself bigger and bigger. When you occupy the whole quagmire, there is only one stone here." Blacktop makes no difference."

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

No wonder he was so depressed. He took huge risks and put in countless efforts to solve the case. It’s fine if the credit was stolen. Gordon was just trying to uphold justice, but now someone has slaughtered dozens of civilians for profit. All the murderers must be let go, which is really a big blow to Gordon.

Schiller smiled and said, "Detective Gordon, it seems that you need a psychiatrist, but coincidentally, I happen to be a psychiatrist too, and I don't charge for it."

Gordon smiled reluctantly, and said: "I have seen your resume in the file, Professor Schiller, if a well-known psychologist like you provides me with psychotherapy, it should be my year-end award. Anyway, thank you."

"You're welcome, it's an honor to be able to help a good cop in Gotham," Schiller said.

Gordon's smile became more forced, and he said like a sigh: "Good cop? Maybe..."