OBS Chapter 2991: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (25)
Chapter 2991: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (25)
Chapter 2991: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (Twenty-Five)
"I have heat stroke."
Dick, who was holding the phone, asked in disbelief: "What? Professor? What's wrong with you?!"
"I said I had heat stroke and I'm resting in the hospital now. You'd better behave yourself recently. No one will bail you out if you go to the police station again."
Dick put down the phone with a dazed look on his face, turned to Jason beside him and said, "Professor Schiller said he had a heat stroke and is now resting in Arkham Asylum. What do you think is going on?"
"What's going on?" Jason said as he flipped through the documents. "Does heat stroke need a reason? Isn't this weather hot enough?"
"But that's Professor Schiller."
"He said he doesn't have super powers anymore."
"So you believe it?"
"The key is not whether we believe it or not. He said before that he didn't have the ability to read minds. Did it hinder him from doing anything?" Jason snorted softly and said, "Rather than that, you might as well take a look at these materials."
Dick had no choice but to put aside his doubts and walked over. Jason handed him another copy of the document. Dick saw the words "Polokin Community Child Missing Case Report" written on the paper.
He weighed the pile of information, which was about half the thickness of his palm. Dick couldn't help but be shocked. Although there were countless cases of missing children in Gotham every year, the community where the boarding high school was located was not populated, so it was still a bit outrageous that there were so many cases of missing children.
Dick looked through the information and found that the situation was better than he had imagined, because there were many comments from Elsa, such as someone in a child's family was worthy of attention, or the time of a child's disappearance was special.
Dick was not very good at reading. He glanced through the information and found something suspicious: almost all of the missing children attended the community school in Polokin.
Then after Jason's explanation, he realized that this was not surprising. Only parents of children whose families were well-off enough to go to school would report their disappearance to the police. If someone like Jason, who was wandering the streets, disappeared one day, no one would go to the police, and naturally no case report would be left.
This community is not big, with only one primary school and one junior high school, so most of the children in the community go to school here. In other words, most of the children in the community are classmates, and outsiders are rare.
"Is this data normal?" Dick asked.
Jason shook his head and said, "During Gotham's most chaotic years, it was actually more dangerous inside the city. This community is remote and has a small population, so the gangs can't develop industries here, so naturally they don't have time to care about this place. Instead, it should be relatively peaceful."
"But when we compared the number of missing children in this community with surrounding communities and certain neighborhoods in the city, we found that the number of missing children here is abnormally high. Look at this."
Jason handed over another document. After taking it, Jason found that it was a linear statistical graph. The horizontal line represented the year, and the vertical line represented the number of missing children cases. This originally relatively flat curve suddenly rose sharply at a certain point ten years ago, and the number suddenly soared to an abnormal level.
"Ten years ago..." Dick muttered as he looked through previous information, and then he discovered that the elementary and middle schools in the community were established ten years ago.
Dick immediately had some insights. He said, "There are problems with these two schools. So it is very likely that the reason why the schools were closed was not because of poor management, but because of the high number of missing children cases."
Unexpectedly, Jason shook his head and said, "Look at those case reports carefully again."
Dick picked out one and looked at it carefully, then switched to another one. His eyebrows gradually frowned and he said, "These children disappeared outside of school... But then again, if they disappeared inside school, their parents would definitely cause trouble for the school, and the school would not be able to operate for a day."
"But if he didn't disappear on campus, why was the school closed that year? Are these two things really unrelated?"
"That's exactly what we're going to investigate next. Tim helped us rent a house in the Borokin community. It's in the southeast corner of the community, very close to the forest. Next, we have to investigate the places where each child disappeared based on these case reports."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Dick immediately put down the information. Rather than making inferences and analyses here, he preferred to take direct action.
"It's not that simple." Jason said, "Tim just called and said that the cameras he set up in a community next to this one captured a lot of outsiders, and they all appeared within the past week."
"I'm afraid some people know that someone is investigating this matter." Dick sighed and said, "As expected, they are definitely guilty."
"So it's not the two of us who will go, but you and Raven." Jason sat on the sofa and looked up at Dick and said, "You are responsible for the investigation, and Raven is responsible for protecting you."
Dick opened his mouth but said, "While I don't want Rachel to be involved, I think she would be happy with it."
"We don't want to implicate innocent people, but the problem is that this group of people is so vicious that they can attack so many children. In order to cover up their crimes, they may use any means. It would be best if you are not discovered, but if you are discovered, someone must guarantee your safety."
"If I am discovered, what do you want Raven to do?" Dick asked the key question.
"I'll take you away immediately. Don't get into direct conflict with them. I know the ravens are very strong and I can kill them all with just a flick of my finger. But don't do that. It's likely to alert the enemy."
Jason stood up and continued to analyze, "They only attack us because they think we are ordinary people who can be hurt. Once they realize that we are actually monsters, they will never show up again."
"I understand. I'll contact Rachel now."
Not long after, Raven came. She had obviously just finished class and now looked like a typical high school girl, with no sign of her being able to perform magic at all.
After listening to Dick and Jason's explanation of their plans, Raven said, "Didn't I tell you? The clones that invaded Gotham were under my spell. I can now control them perfectly. Although there aren't many left, they are almost exactly the same as humans and are not afraid of death. Maybe I can take them with me?"
Jason and Dick looked at each other, and Jason said, "We forgot about it. If that's the case, maybe we can come up with a more efficient plan."
"What do you want to do?" asked the raven.
"Do these clones have a social identity?"
"Most of them have, but some of them have been killed and are now technically dead."
“How many of these people are there?”
"A dozen or so."
Dick and Jason were in sync. He laughed and said, "When they start investigating the identity of the person they are pursuing and find out that the other person is already dead, their expressions will be very interesting."
The New Warriors Team and several members of the Guardians of the Galaxy followed Helen to Wayne Manor last night. There was a swimming pool in the backyard of the manor. They set up a few parasols and played in the pool to cool off.
Rocket Raccoon was really unlucky. Elsa pulled out so much of his hair in one night. In the end, he could only blame himself for his bad luck. Elsa held him in her arms like a pet and ran around the yard.
Of course, there is some real work being done. Helen is still investigating Williams' real estate company, focusing on the procedures for this guy to get the land next to Schiller's house, trying to find out if there is anything unreasonable.
However, there is too little information that can be found on the Internet. Even if we use the Wayne Group's professional information database, we can only roughly estimate the effective period of the contract review, and we cannot see the specific contract content.
Land in the United States is not publicly owned. Land can be bought and sold like other commodities, and can be traded privately. If it is a company transaction, it is also considered part of the business secrets and will not be easily known to others. Being able to get the approximate transaction time is already a powerful information database of the Wayne Group.
But there is always a way out. Helen searched for Williams' photos and found a special photo. In the photo, Williams, with a ruddy face, was taking a photo with a man wearing a white shirt and glasses, who looked like an elite. The banner behind them vaguely read "East Coast Land Purchase and Sale Investment Intention Exchange Conference."
After knowing the name, Helen immediately went to search the Wayne Group's database, and then she found out that this was a trading conference jointly held by several cities on the East Coast every year, the main content of which was land trading.
The date of this conference was almost the same as the time when the transaction for the land near Schiller's house was concluded, which means that Williams most likely bought the land through this transaction conference.
Then the person who took a photo with him was probably the key to making this deal happen. From Williams' bright smile, we can see that getting this piece of land would mean huge profits for him. So the fact that this man helped him, rather than others getting the land, proved that they had a close relationship.
When she searched for the man's photo again, the news report that appeared made Helen open her eyes wide in surprise - "The popular candidate for Gotham mayoral election, Cyrus Nygma, expressed important views on the city's economic development and said that he would help the city rebuild its financial industry."
Helen's eyes fell on the photo on the front page of the news report. Mr. Nygma was dressed in a suit and tie, smiling appropriately...
The originally rosy and shiny face gradually turned pale, the smile disappeared, and the gray-blue pupils became lifeless. Apart from the pale light of the morgue, only Gordon's face was reflected in them.
Gordon pulled the white cloth back up, sighed and said, "When was the body found?"
"This morning at 6 o'clock, boss." A female police officer holding a record report said: "He was found naked in the alley on his way to the office building. The forensic conclusion is... he was frozen to death."
"Frozen to death?!" Gordon turned to look at his subordinates and said, "It's obviously impossible for him to freeze to death naturally, right?"
"Of course, Boss. It's just that there are no signs of struggle on his body, and there are no clues left where the body was found. So far, we have found nothing except the cause of death."
Gordon's face darkened. He said, "I just found out that this guy was a popular candidate for mayor. He died at this time. We must give everyone an explanation."
"Should we check the cold storage?" The subordinate suggested, "There are several cold storages nearby. We can check them one by one. Maybe we can find some clues."
"Do you know the names of those cold storages?" Gordon's expression did not improve at all. He said, "If you had come a few years earlier, as long as this proposal was heard by others, you would not see the sun tomorrow morning."