The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 2565: Xiao Xiao (Forty-nine)

"What the hell! What's going on?!!"

Gordon's angry roar came from the office. The new police officers were trembling. The police officers with slightly more experience pressed their hats and leaned against the wall without saying a word.

"Is this how you handle cases?! Where are the eyewitnesses? Where are the evidence? Where are the confessions?! Without these, why do you call them suspects, and why do you bring the police to someone's workplace to mess up?!"

Gordon threw the document in front of Clay with a sullen face and said, "Just now, Senator Draven called me and said that my men had caused a big disaster. I didn't believe it at first. You really gave me a big surprise!"

Clay picked up the document and saw that it was a notice of dismissal. The reason for the dismissal was that he made a serious mistake during his tenure.

In fact, he didn't care, because his identity could be changed at any time, and naturally no one could see his real resume. He cared about other things.

"We found body parts in the suspect's house, and there were also eyewitnesses who witnessed their murder scene. Isn't this evidence sufficient?"

Gordon closed his eyes and sighed, lifted the back of his windbreaker and said: "Evidence is not used to convince yourself, nor to convince us police officers, but to convince the public and the jury."

"Isn't this enough to convince the public? They may not understand the professional physical evidence reports issued by the Physical Evidence Department."

"Then can you explain to me what all these complaints are about?" Gordon threw a pile of documents in front of Clay again.

Clay said without even looking at them: "They are making trouble for no reason. Our evidence is already very sufficient."

Gordon looked straight at Clay. His deterrence at this time even prevented the strong police officer from confronting him to the end, but turned his eyes away first.

"Whether the real evidence is sufficient or the evidence you forged based on legal principles is sufficient, you and I both know."

"They are notorious serial killers..."

"Before they were sent to prison, they were nothing. They were citizens of this city and the ones the police had to protect."

"I am absolutely sure."

"Why can't you understand?!" Gordon roared again, "Criminal investigation is not a subject where you can ignore the process and do whatever you want if you know the result in advance. What you need is evidence, a complete chain of evidence that can convince everyone!"

"Even your forged evidence is full of loopholes. Even slightly more professional insiders can't understand it. You can see the loopholes, and you still have the nerve to say that you are completely sure? ! ”

Gordon took a deep breath and said: "I don't care where you got the answers in advance, forget them and then re-investigate the case. This is your last chance, otherwise I will have to sign this dismissal notice."

"But I can't provide more evidence for these cases."

Gordon smiled and said: "Your other boss swore to you that this group of people are brutal serial killers. Have you ever thought about where his confidence comes from?"

Clay frowned, and he said as if muttering to himself: "They can't be flawless, there will always be loopholes..."

After that, he looked down at The dismissal letter said, "I don't think you can use it, Chief. I will find their loopholes."

"But not in your way." Gordon shouted, "Brock, you and Officer Clay, make sure he doesn't use any illegal search methods."

Clay frowned even more and said, "You know this is impossible. If I don't use..."

"Are you trying to tell me that you are a fool who can't find anything without illegal means? Where did all your books go?"

Clay had nothing to say. He looked at Gordon and turned away. Brock took a puff of cigarette and said, "I told you a long time ago that you should find a sinecure to keep him. You have to let him... He's investigating the case, now it's all right. "

"Do you think his boss is stupid? We find him a sinecure, they will just stuff more people in, the price of order is this, you have to accept more external rules, I thought of this day a long time ago. "

"But you didn't expect him to get into trouble with someone." Bullock smiled and said, "I guess there is a complaint letter from Gotham University."

Gordon said suspiciously, "Indeed, but wasn't it because Clay impulsively injured the new president of Gotham University?"

"Then didn't you ask him under what circumstances he injured the new president of Gotham University?"

Gordon narrowed his eyes instantly, and he had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.

But no matter what, he couldn't let Clay affect the prestige that the police department had spent so much energy to establish, so his first job was to clean up Clay's ass.

Schiller came to the East District's second-hand market, which was the market where thieves like Catwoman used to sell stolen goods before, and now it has become the largest second-hand trading market in the whole of Gotham.

Schiller came here to buy garden soil.

The big hole in his backyard was created by the magic explosion of the raven, and the magic directly eroded all the soil, so even if Schiller could fill the hole, he didn't have the materials and had to buy some soil.

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In addition, it would not look good if there was such an empty lawn, so he had to buy some grass seeds and some tools for cultivation.

This flea market is so big that you can't see the edge at a glance. Even though it's still early and most of the vendors are still having breakfast, they are squatting next to the stalls to try to attract customers as much as possible.

Schiller saw some familiar people, the newsboy who used to deliver newspapers to him when he was at the West End Manor. He had grown up a lot and had a quite big stall.

Schiller walked up and found that he was selling used books and newspapers. Although the average person in Gotham has graduated from prenatal education, English is an alphabetic language. Knowing 26 letters is equivalent to literacy. People with little education can also read. , so these cheap old books, old comics, and old newspapers are very popular and are the first choice for people who cannot afford modern electronic devices to pass the time.

Schiller walked over and took a book and looked at it. He found that it was a cookbook, but it must be a few years old. The illustrations on it were all images of housewives from the last century.

"Hey, sir, you are really discerning. This cookbook belongs to my mother...Professor Schiller? Why are you here?"

Schiller looked at him, sizing up this freckled boy who looked familiar but was completely different from what he remembered. In Schiller's memory, this little guy always followed his older brother. When he first came to the manor, Schiller looked at him. , I couldn’t even reach the mailbox when I jumped up, and in a blink of an eye I was already a big child.

The boy was very surprised. He said, "Oh my God, you are here. How have you been? Did the person who delivered the newspaper to you make any mistakes?"

"I've moved. This is my new address." Schiller took out a business card and handed it to the boy and said, "You can also give me an address and I will send you an invitation letter to the housewarming party."

"Really?" The boy immediately widened his eyes and said, "But I don't have any good clothes, maybe..."

"It's just an ordinary housewarming party. I also invited the Matthew brothers. Do you remember them?"

"Of course, they are delivering bread. They always refused to deal with us before. What did the two of them do?"

"Electricians, their work area happens to overlap with the community where I live. I saw their car parked outside before, so I went to say hello to them."

"It's amazing to learn a craft." The young man sighed: "Unlike me, when they asked me to go to a vocational school, I couldn't go. Now I can only set up a stall here to do second-hand business."

"It looks good." Schiller's eyes fell on the pack of cigarettes next to him. It was a pretty good cigarette at the bottom of Gotham, especially in this era when you can still afford such cigarettes. It shows that his business is doing well.

The young man smiled shyly, scratched his head and said, "I can't compare to a gentleman like you, but if you send me an invitation, I will definitely choose the gift carefully."

"A cookbook is fine," Schiller said. "But it's best not to lie about it being your mother's recipe. That's too false."

"Isn't that right? My stall is just to deceive outsiders. The locals all know that some of the stalls here are not orphans." The young man shrugged, not taking this seriously, and then his eyes began to look at him. I patrolled the stalls, seemingly trying to pick out the best recipe.

"Oh, by the way, there's something I want to ask you."

"What? Just ask." The boy leaned forward and lowered his voice and said: "I know that even in the West District, the tip for the newsboy is never more than two dollars. Generous gentlemen like you are too rare. As long as you If you want news, I have plenty here.”

Schiller smiled and did not refuse his kindness, but said: "It's not important information. There was a case in our community a few days ago. Many police came. The person who died was a Mexican. I heard it was a vendetta. The murderer Not caught yet.”

"I bought this house cheaply, but I don't want it to fall too much. If there is an unaccounted for serial killer wandering around, it won't be long before..."

"You want to find a Mexican?" The young man turned his eyes aside, thought for a moment and said, "I'm not Mexican, so I can't get into their circle, but I know who to look for."

The boy leaned forward a little more, pointed to the street corner and said, "Did you see that guy over there wearing a cactus hat and the stalls are full of skulls? His name is Martinez, we all call him Black Martin is the leader of Mexicans in this area and is well-known in the entire circle.”

"This guy has a quick mind, and he's not as bad as others. He can handle both the underworld and the white. Even the police give him some face, and some Mexicans who are difficult to catch and get into trouble will ask him for help."

"Wouldn't he be in trouble for betraying his compatriots?"

"He is very shrewd. He helps the police catch those guys who are hated by everyone in the circle. Therefore, other people not only do not exclude him, but also complain to him about everything. You are right to find him."

The young man patted his chest and said, "I have a good relationship with him. During the previous music festival, his stall was occupied by someone, so I knocked over the trash can and spilled all over that unruly idiot. He remembered me for this." Qing, just tell me what I introduced you to.”

Schiller smiled and said, "You don't need to introduce him. On the contrary, I want to introduce him to a big deal."

After speaking, Schiller walked towards the place pointed by the young man and arrived at Martin's stall after a while.