OBS Chapter 3313 Bloody New City (62)
Chapter 3313 Bloody New City (62)
Chapter 3313 Bloody New City (Sixty-two)
"They are anxious." Ruth put down the documents in her hand and said, "They are eager to catch Gordon's handle, but unfortunately there is no progress. Someone has been lingering at the door of Gordon's house, but has never met his daughter. Miss Gordon is smarter than they thought."
"Of course." Schiller curled his lips and said, "If this is all they have, then they should choose their own graves as soon as possible."
"Of course they want to start with Nightwing, but no one knows where this guy came from. After much investigation, they can only find out that he is related to Batman. But now is not a good time to take action against Batman."
Hearing this, Schiller turned around, looked at Ruth and said, "What do you know about the attitude of the upper class towards Batman?"
Rose shook her head and said, "Because I'm in charge of the natural disaster fund, they don't let me know too much to prevent me from taking the initiative. I just know that Batman is very important to them."
"More important than Bruce Wayne?"
"Bruce Wayne is not important at all." Rose said, "If he is gone, there will be others. The capital of Wayne Group will not flow out of Gotham. It will be the same in anyone's hands. But Batman is different."
"What's the difference?"
"It's hard to find a lunatic like that," Ruth said bluntly. "It's the hardest thing in the world to find someone who believes that he can save the city by fighting crime on the streets. You may not find one in all the mental hospitals in the world."
Schiller frowned slightly and said, "Are you sure they found Batman?"
Ruth paused as she stroked the documents on the table, but she didn't look surprised. She said, "Do you know the history of Gotham?"
"Which part do you mean?"
"During the era of the great development of the New World, this place was not a town, but just a village called Gotham Valley. It was ruled by an evil warlord named Arkham."
"and then?"
"But in fact, this evil warlord who was reviled by everyone was not so cruel at the beginning. It seems that it was after he came to Gotham Valley that he became cruel and cold-blooded, constantly torturing the natives living here."
Schiller frowned, because this version of the legend was different from most universes.
In most universes, the story of Gotham begins after the four major families established Gotham City. The Court of Owls also appeared after the appearance of Gotham City.
But the story of this universe seems to go back to an even older time, when Gotham wasn't even a city.
"The so-called Gotham curse was spread at that time." Ruth recalled: "I don't have any family, but when my father was sober, he said that my grandfather was a sailor and had seen a lot. He used to tell him stories."
"The longest story he told was how the Wayne family took over Gotham Valley from the evil warlord and built a city. The legend of Arkham General was very popular in that era."
"You mean General Arkham is cursed?"
Ruth nodded and said, "Yes. People say that Gotham Valley is a cursed land. Anyone who rules here will be infected by the curse and eventually become cruel and corrupt and die a miserable death."
"But the version I heard is that General Arkham left this curse." Schiller questioned, "Is it that people infect the land, or is it that the land infects people?"
"Is this important?"
"Of course. Because Batman is crazy too," Schiller said, coming out from behind the desk. "This proves that the legend of the curse is not groundless."
After thinking for a long time, Rose said, "No matter what the source of the curse is, it was the ancestor of the Wayne family who defeated General Arkham and ruled Gotham. If there really is a curse, it must have been inherited by him, so it's not surprising that it would fall on Batman in the end."
"How strange," Schiller thought to himself, because the comic book "Pale Knight" was not set up like this. The key point is that the Batman in this universe is not a descendant of Edmund Wayne at all, and the curse cannot be inherited by him.
The specific story is a bit complicated, and Schiller is not sure what he sees in the comics is true. After all, the whole comic story is still full of doubts and there are too many unsolved mysteries.
"There's no need to focus too much on history," Ruth said. "Let's talk about the rich people again. Their various self-help measures have failed. Maybe soon they will think of other ways. Are you ready?"
"What else do you think they can do?"
"A lean camel is bigger than a horse," said Ruth. "There are still many people who are betting on their ability to turn the tables, and are willing to help them take a gamble without any reward. They may not have no way out."
Schiller was not surprised. Human nature is such that you can't make everyone realize the unnecessary existence of the upper class in such a short time.
Many people see the current turmoil as an opportunity for advancement. After all, the rich will always come back, and if you help them when they are in trouble, they will surely become prosperous in the future.
"The key is still Batman." Rose said, "To get Gotham back to its original rhythm, Batman and super criminals must fight each other. Super criminals are easy to find, but superheroes are not. They will do their best to force Batman."
"What if Batman doesn't bow his head?"
"They will choose to replace him." Ruth sighed and said, "Although there are few crazy people, they are not completely impossible to find. These years are enough for them to prepare a replacement."
"They have a puppet like Batman?" Although Schiller knew the plot, he still wanted to ask clearly.
Since he came to the comic book world, he has followed a principle: the plot can only be used as a reference. If he completely believed in the plot and acted accordingly, the grass on his grave would be three meters high.
"I'm not sure," Rose said, "but he doesn't seem to be just a puppet controlled by them. Although he may not be a hero like Batman who believes in himself, he is not a coward without his own opinion either."
"That's right. People with bigotry are more useful than those without strong opinions. We all understand this. So do they."
"Do you want me to check it out?" Rose said, "Or do you want me to try to convince Batman and get him to pretend to be in favor?"
"Don't count on Batman." Schiller shook his head and said, "He doesn't have time to deal with this right now. How's the Pale Knight doing?"
"He's safe, but he won't be able to get out of bed for a while." Ruth paused and said, "His lover is pregnant."
Schiller widened his eyes slightly and said, "Pregnant?!"
He wasn't surprised that Harley was pregnant, because in the original book, Harley was pregnant. But the problem was that the timing didn't match.
In their universe's timeline, the Pale Knights were not married yet. Although they may have been together before, Harley later inhaled the gas. Can this save the child?
If she got pregnant after Harley was admitted to the hospital, then they had sex in the hospital, right?
"How long have you been pregnant?" Schiller asked.
"It must have been more than three months." Ruth thought for a moment and said, "It wasn't discovered before because no one thought that someone would not miscarry after inhaling so much poison gas."
"Then she suddenly fell into a coma a few days ago..."
"That seems to be the reason," said Ruth. "Her condition is very strange and the doctors can't tell. But the baby is fine."
Schiller stroked his temples. Harley in this comic is a god of war, the MVP of the game. Maybe she is really the chosen one.
"Does the mayor know?"
"Not yet. I just wanted to ask if you wanted to tell him."
Schiller thought about it and felt that it would be okay to tell the Pale Knight. After all, the Joker in the Pale Knight's body was dead and unlikely to come back to fight him for custody. The two children were safe.
However, Schiller said: "You should ask Ms. Quinn herself. But remember to tell her that the Joker is dead and her husband will not go crazy again."
Ruth nodded and left.
Schiller sat back down at the table. He had too few clues about Gotham's history. It was time to look for some new clues.
In Dr. Tompkins' clinic, the Midnight Doctor sat down on a chair and let out a long sigh. He had just sent away the last patient. Looking at the empty clinic, he felt a sense of accomplishment.
"That fellow named Gordon is doing a great job." He sighed and said, "There have been no serious patients for two consecutive days. If I can cure the guy with lung infection, my mission will be over."
"Of course, I can stay longer. You'll welcome me, right?"
"Leslie...Leslie???"
Dr. Tompkins, who was sitting opposite him, came back to his senses, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and then said, "Sorry, I'm too tired recently, and I'm always a little distracted."
"No, don't apologize. What you need now is a good night's sleep. After all, you are not young anymore."
Dr. Tompkins stood up, with a look of indelible worry between her brows. She put her glasses back on and said, "Okay, I'll go to bed after I finish this last thing."
"I'm afraid you'll have to answer a few questions for me before that, ma'am." A strange voice appeared at the door. Dr. Tompkins looked up and saw a tall and thin man walking in.
"Mr. Rodriguez."
"Just call me Schiller." Schiller put away his umbrella and said, "It's raining hard today. How's the situation at the clinic?"
"Piette, go and rest first," Dr. Tompkins said to his companion.
Piette looked at the two of them, shook his head, and turned away.
"It seems you already know why I came to see you." Schiller took off his long trench coat, held it in his hand, took off his hat, and then said, "How much do you know about the history of Gotham?"
Dr. Tompkins just stood there staring at him.
"Okay, let me ask this another way. How much does Alfred know?"
Dr. Tompkins's expression suddenly changed. She stared at Schiller for a while before she said, "Why do you want to investigate these things?"
"Out of respect for a good person, ma'am. I hope you can answer these questions for me truthfully, instead of asking me to investigate in another way." Schiller looked at him calmly, "I know Alfred has a daughter."
Dr. Tompkins clenched her hands. After a moment, she dropped her shoulders and said, "I don't know much. But someone gave Alfred a diary. It was the diary of Edmund, the ancestor of the Wayne family."
"Who gave it to him?"
"A priest." Dr. Tompkins gradually recalled the scene of that day. She said, "It was a street that didn't exist. We met a mysterious priest in a pharmacy there. He gave Alfred a copy of Edmund's diary and a whip, saying that it was the most important history of Gotham."
"Where is the diary now?"
Dr. Tompkins shook his head and said, "I don't know. Alfred took it, or maybe it's with Batman."
"Who is that priest?"
"I don't know. But he..." Dr. Tompkins' tone was a little hesitant.
"What's up with him?"
"He's not an ordinary person."
"Why do you think so?"
"Because after we left the pharmacy, it instantly turned into ruins. It might have been magic or something."
"Do you remember where that street is?"
"Of course. It's next to the original Municipal Building warehouse. I think it's called Bourbon Street."
Schiller's expression turned strange.