The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

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

The colorful neon lights reflected on the black body, the door opened, and the driver walked down with 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. The large amount of water droplets on the umbrella directly soaked the umbrella boy. The waiters by the gate laughed at him in low voices.

Schiller took the umbrella by himself, walked to the door, and a blond manager walked out enthusiastically and said, "Is it Professor Rodriguez? Godfather is already waiting for you."

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

"Nothing, happy birthday."

The two were talking, and out of the corner of Schiller's eye, he caught a glimpse of the umbrella boy holding a huge umbrella. He should be about the same age as Evans, but his body was thin and small, with a hooked nose, and his eyes were somewhat Shady, looking unpleasant, he is trying to close the huge umbrella in his arms, but because he is very thin, his movements look 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 holding the umbrella, Evans was a little unhappy. He also turned his head to look at the umbrella boy. The manager was very good at observing his words. He walked up, patted the umbrella boy on the back of the head, and asked the person next to him to pick it up. Pass that giant umbrella.

The umbrella in Schiller's hand had already been closed. He held the middle part of the umbrella and handed the handle to the umbrella boy. The man rolled up his cloudy eyes, glanced at Schiller, and then lowered The head obediently took the umbrella.

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 eat something 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 no reason for you to pollute my eyes with a pile of academic trash."

"Okay, how much is the club's membership fee that can 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 way of hanging around with bad people all day long?"

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

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

Just as they were talking, the lights in the center of the banquet hall 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, he first drew a cross on his chest very devoutly, and then thanked God.

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

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

Afterwards, it entered the normal dance 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 will take the initiative to talk to him. Everyone knows his amazing resume, and no one wants to stay too long in front of someone who may see through their inner secrets. .

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 gorgeously dressed The lady in the skirt ran out screaming, she yelled, "Old Edward!!! He's down in the bathroom!!!"

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

A person next to the godfather walked away, and soon he came back and whispered something in Falcone's ear, Falcone's eyes swept over everyone present, forced by his momentum, no one Dare to speak out.

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

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?

Falcone held his cane and said, "Where's little Edward? Tell him to come and see me. His uncle died here. He has to come."

"Also, 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."

Afterwards, Falcone gave his assistant Andy a look before turning away.

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

"Yes, but it has nothing to do with me."

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

"You think it was little Edward who moved?"

"He's the one who profited the most, 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. And when something like this happened at the coming-of-age ceremony of the godfather's only son, It is not too much for the godfather to take revenge on the Edward family."

"You think Falcone directed and acted on his own?"

"He's smarter than you think."

Bruce glanced back. The banquet hall, which was bustling just now, was completely deserted at this time. Most of the people had left. They didn't dare to stay here because of the godfather's anger. Illuminated by the brilliant lights, it looks 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 apology for him. We didn't expect to invite you to the first banquet. That's what happened."

"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 the body of old Edward.

They loaded the boxes into the car and looked in the direction the car was going. 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. Yes, Gotham is like this, they will not 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 fight in the bathroom. hang around.

And he himself neither handled the case nor recorded it, but met Falcone under the leadership of others.

The outcome of the investigation depends not on what actually happened in the bathroom, or what the police can find out, but on the attitude of one man, the host of the party, Falcone.

Gotham is like this. When a gangster kills another gangster, the situation of the police will become very embarrassing. Gordon understands this truth deeply. Being a policeman in Gotham is much more important than the way to solve the case. up.

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

"No, it's nothing special. You know, I'm 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 one of your longest-living governesses."

And sitting in the car on the return trip, Schiller, listening to the rain patter on the window, recalled the small, timid umbrella boy, the guest who got in before him and teased him with a huge umbrella , it was 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 boss of Park Street."

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