Chapter 16 Confused Gordon

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 in anime or games, Pikachu is absolutely cute, but its 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 mythical beasts, Pikachu is indeed very cute, but it only has the advantage of being cute.

But the Pikachu that Schiller met is far more than that. It has an IQ similar to that of humans, even higher than that of most humans, and has Pikachu's electric skills, and it seems to have some other abilities.

It is immune to Schiller's telepathy, and the fear gas only makes it fall. In terms of size, the dose of fear gas that Schiller used to set the trap that day was enough to make a small creature like Pikachu crazy, but Pikachu just sneezed a few more times.

And he can pry open Schiller's door lock and run to his bed when Schiller is sleeping. With Pikachu's height, he couldn't reach the door handle even if he jumped. If he wanted to pick the lock, he had to at least move a chair over.

How did this round creature, which was less than a person's calf height and had very short arms, 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's side without him noticing? No one knew.

However, this Pikachu was obviously much more cunning than Schiller imagined. More importantly, Schiller couldn't be as serious as Batman when he heard his Deadpool voice. Without looking at Pikachu's face, he always felt that there was a person in a black and red tights, mumbling beside him. This scene simply gave him chills.

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

Schiller had nothing to do with arresting Jonathan. He was more worried that no one would provide him with fear gas in the future, so he had to hurry up and take away the stock from Jonathan.

Jonathan, the future scarecrow, was really unlucky.

When he knew that Jonathan was about to be arrested, Schiller basically took whatever he made. The young scarecrow had no anti-detection awareness yet, and he was really upset. Who would come to steal his fear gas?

After Schiller had the ability to teleport, stealing fear gas became easier. He only needed to flash continuously into the basement of the chapel more than 100 meters away from the chapel in the Mossen district, take it and leave immediately, without even leaving a shadow.

Batman, of course, also participated in this arrest operation. With his superb infiltration ability, he returned to the laboratory again. He found that Jonathan had made a fear gas spray gun. He suggested to Gordon that he should arrest Jonathan, otherwise this gas spray gun might drive all the police involved in the operation and the residents of the Mossen district crazy.

Although Gordon didn't trust the tights weirdo, he had his own difficulties.

Everyone in the Gotham Police Department was talented. Except for him, they were basically lazy. They arrived at the scene last when something happened, and they couldn't be counted on for anything.

There was no need to think too much about the combat capability of this team. A gas spray gun was enough to knock down most of the police station.

Don't expect his superiors to give him any help. Gordon had seen through it long ago. The current director was in collusion with some underworld forces. He didn't want to have any more trouble. It was just the death of dozens of civilians. How could it delay his great cause of making money?

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

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

He subdued Jonathan with an anesthetic needle when he was doing experiments in the laboratory.

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

Faced with such a case with solid evidence, Gordon, who had little influence, was kicked out. Gordon's immediate superior took over the case and quickly filed a case and opened a trial. This was at least a good political achievement.

A university professor was actually the planner of dozens of murders? This should have been a bizarre case that occupied the front page of newspapers for several days in any other region, but in Gotham, although it was still 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, and all of them were praises for Gordon's superior, Schiller knew that this dark city had another frustrated and sad person.

Gordon, this good policeman, still has a long way to go.

Unexpectedly, Gordon found him soon.

In the psychological counseling room of Gotham University, Schiller poured Gordon a cup of coffee. The young detective looked very tired. He took a sip of hot coffee and his face looked much better.

He said, "I know my visit is a bit intrusive, Professor. But about Jonathan's case..."

Gordon seemed to be hesitant to speak, and Schiller said, "Let me guess, the trial of the case may be smooth, but something went wrong at the trial stage, right?"

Gordon clenched his fists on the table and said gloomily, "That damned murderer is a doctor of chemistry. You should know what this means in Gotham. Some people don't want to sentence him to death, but want to exonerate him on the grounds that he has a mental illness, and then let him work for them."

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

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

"If they invent drugs, they can only make a little money from those addicts. But if they really invent a virus that can control all the people in Gotham, then there is no need to say how much wealth they can get." Gordon said.

"Did someone leak the information about the fear gas?" Schiller asked. The effect of this poison gas is outstanding, so some people will realize Jonathan's power.

Gordon looked at him, hesitated, and said: "I don't mean to offend, but I want to confirm whether you have seen any suspicious people recently?"

"I can tell you very clearly that I have not told anyone about this, and it does me no good. As a university professor, it is shameful to have a murderer colleague. If I have any other contact with him, it will greatly affect my career." Schiller said.

"So..." Gordon folded his hands and said, "That night, I heard you call the tights weirdo Bruce. He is Bruce Wayne, right?"

"I can't tell you anything about this topic. You should verify it yourself with him instead of coming to me."

"I know what you are worried about." Schiller said, "As the largest business tycoon in Gotham City, Bruce Wayne may not be completely unrelated to those dirty deals. And if he knows that you are investigating this matter, you will definitely die ugly. That's what you think, right?"

Gordon said, "Jonathan said in his confession that there has been a person who has stolen most of his fear gas. The tights weirdo is the object of my suspicion. He is too suspicious."

Schiller was a little emotional. Those contents that did not appear in the comics now seem very interesting. Gordon and Batman, the old partners, did not trust each other at the beginning. Gordon even felt very suspicious of Batman, the weird-looking vigilante.

This is not surprising. No normal person would be able to accept it at the beginning. Someone wearing a black tights and two pointed ears, running around in Gotham in the middle of the night, such behavior is really not like a good person.

Schiller said: "Have you ever thought that he actually doubts you in this way?"

Gordon sighed and said: "In fact, he has more reason to doubt me. If he is really Bruce Wayne, I know that the Wayne children have never given up investigating the case of the year. The death of the Wayne couple is very strange. I have flipped through the case files and there are too many things wrong. If little Wayne is Batman. Then of course he will not trust any police, including me."

"The police in Gotham City..." Gordon said with some sighs: "I know that the police in this city are like decorations. You can't count on them for anything." He seemed a little depressed, sighed, drank a sip of coffee, and then remained silent.

Schiller said: "As a stone in the quagmire, you are already hard enough. You can't expect anyone to pull you out. It's best to roll bigger and bigger. When you occupy the entire quagmire, this place will be no different from an asphalt road."

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

It's no wonder that he is so depressed. He took huge risks and spent countless efforts to solve the case. It's okay that the credit was taken away by others. Gordon was just for justice. But now someone wants to let go of the murderer who massacred dozens of civilians for the sake of profit. This is really a big blow to Gordon.

Schiller smiled and said, "Detective Gordon, it seems that you need psychological treatment, but by chance, I am also a psychologist, and I don't charge any fees."

Gordon forced a smile and said, "I have seen your resume in the file, Professor Schiller. Having a well-known psychologist like you do psychological treatment for me is my year-end bonus. In any case, thank you."

Schiller said, "You're welcome. It's my honor to help a good policeman in Gotham."

Gordon's smile was even more forced, and he said as if sighing, "Good policeman? Maybe..."