Chapter 80 In the Name of the Father

When Gordon woke up, there was only a small desk lamp on in the dim ward. Schiller dozed off on the chair next to him. Hearing Gordon's movement, he woke up and took off his glasses, then said, "I said you would wake up when I was accompanying you..."

Gordon couldn't speak yet, and he was wearing a respirator. Schiller said, "You were seriously injured, a little too seriously. After more than 20 hours of rescue, you barely saved your life, and it is unknown whether you can fully recover."

The voice of this psychiatrist always has a calming power.

Gordon blinked his eyes. Apart from this, he really couldn't do more. Schiller yawned and said, "Thank you for your partner. He arrived in time to save your life."

"But I'm a little sorry. The group of people chasing you seemed to be coming for me."

Gordon shook his head slightly. He knew that these people were just hired killers. Even if Maroni didn't hire them, he would hire others.

Just as Schiller was about to continue speaking, the door was opened, and Harvey walked in and said, "Are you awake?"

Schiller nodded and stood up from the chair. Harvey said, "It's my turn. You go and rest."

Before Schiller left, he glanced at Gordon. This detective who usually looked energetic now looked extremely haggard. The double torture of body and mind had made him a little dazed.

The corridor of the Central Hospital was dark at night, and only the footsteps of Schiller's leather shoes echoed very clearly.

When he came downstairs, a car stopped at the door of the hospital. A tall man in a suit came down to open the door for Schiller. After Schiller got in the car, he said, "Let's have some jazz."

Soon, some light jazz sounded, adding a little fresh air to the dull atmosphere in the car, and the streamer outside the car was still flickering.

Schiller closed his eyes as he became sleepy. The person sitting in the co-pilot seat obviously didn't expect Schiller to fall asleep like this. This professor is really different from ordinary people, he thought.

When the car arrived, Schiller had not yet woken up from his drowsiness. The light sleep just now made him even more sleepy.

Going up the wooden stairs, when Schiller entered the room, Falcone was sitting behind the table in a suit, as usual, and Evans was also in a suit, standing behind his father.

Schiller sat opposite the Godfather, made a cross on his chest, and then said, "Good evening, Godfather."

Falcone waved first, and the tall man in a suit came up. Falcone took out a box of cigars from under the table, and his assistant cut the cigars. Schiller was about to refuse, but Falcone said, "I heard that you like to smoke cigars, and I happen to like it too, so let's have one."

Schiller adjusted his posture and leaned his back completely against the back of the chair. He did not hide his somewhat tired expression at all, but still took the cigar. Evans came over and leaned over to light it for him.

Schiller took a cigar, glanced at him, and said, "I haven't seen you in a formal suit yet. There will be many girls chasing you at the ball."

Evans smiled modestly, said nothing, and retreated behind Falcone.

"You have changed a lot, I can see it." Falcone said that the godfather still looked very elegant when smoking a cigar. He just took a puff and waited for the smoke to dissipate before speaking.

"When I first met you, I knew you were not from Gotham, but now it's much better, which is good."

"When you are full of vigilance here, you will find that everyone is against you, but when you really regard this place as your home, you will find that anyone can find their own like-minded people here."

"Maybe because everyone is a potential criminal." Schiller said.

"You surprised me a little bit that you didn't question why I didn't deal with Maroni."

Schiller said in a low voice: "Maroni is not important."

"You always make me feel incredible. I have seen too many people in my life, too many geniuses, they are often pretentious. Even if they look very humble on the surface, I know that their respect is just because they are afraid that I have a gun."

"But I just know that the Godfather makes everyone in awe, not relying on guns."

"You let me see the charm of psychology. You seem to always be able to give me the answer I want." Falcone said, he just let the cigar in his hand burn slowly.

"I hope Evans can learn the essence of this subject, but unfortunately, I know he doesn't have the talent."

"His grades are not bad." Schiller shook off the ash and said, "He works hard and is a good student."

"But that's all, right?"

Schiller didn't care about Evans's disappointed look. He said, "This is a good thing, Godfather. Studying psychology is a dead end."

Falcone looked at him, Schiller took another puff of his cigar, and then said, "This is not a weird metaphor. When you learn this subject to the end, you will only have two results, either crazy or dead."

"It seems that you didn't choose either one."

"Maybe I chose both?"

Schiller began to feel more and more sleepy. The sweet aroma of tobacco made him feel sleepy again and again. He squinted his eyes, and the light of the whole world turned white.

"I know that Evans is still far from it. He is like his mother. He is neither an absolutely good person nor an absolutely bad person. This is the most terrible thing."

"What kind of person do you want him to be?"

Before Falcone could answer, Schiller said, "Or do you want him to be a godfather?"

Falcone was silent.

Obviously he had the answer in his heart, but he was unwilling to admit it.

Is it a good thing to be a godfather?

Falcone, who has been a godfather for so many years, can't even give an answer.

"How is the policeman?" he asked.

Schiller shook his head and said, "He is seriously injured. It may take a long time for him to recover."

"You can let him turn to Maroni. I won't blame him." Falcone said, "I know these people have no choice, either cooperate or die. In fact, I have already impressed them by persisting until now."

"Maybe it's offensive, but his persistence is not because of the Godfather."

"Why is that? If he is not afraid of me, why would he resist Maroni's request for cooperation?"

"Because Maroni stopped him from going out to fight crime."

"So what?"

"He is a policeman. He thinks it is natural for the police to arrest criminals."

"It's a naive idea, right? It even seems a bit ridiculous in this city."

"Good people don't always live long, especially in Gotham." Falcone said with a sigh.

"That's why I'm your longest-lived tutor."

Falcone closed his eyes, and after a while, he said: "Evans, go kill Maroni, kill him with your own hands."

Evans pursed his lips, and then said in a low voice: "Yes, father."

"As for those who come from the Metropolis, I will deal with them."

"Don't bother you to do it."

"What are your plans?"

"I have made a lot of money recently, and there is a super mercenary who is asking for a high price, and he happens to be very tempted by the price I offer."

"I will pay for it." Falcone said.

"In your name, God bless Gotham."

It seems that the Godfather is really old, and he really loves his son. He believes that in the first few decades of his life, he has never shown kindness to anyone like this.

Indeed, in the glorious past of the Godfather, he did not need to express his attitude to anyone like this, and no one dared to ask him to do so. Today, he can invite Schiller here and show kindness to him in this way, which means that he is really old.

Schiller thought about it, and he became more and more sleepy. Falcone looked at the person opposite him and gradually closed his eyes. The Godfather sighed and said to Evans, "Send your teacher back to rest."

Evans agreed, and the Godfather stood up and looked out the window. It was a quiet night in Gotham. Looking out from the Falcone Manor, only the lighthouse on the coast flickered faintly.

Forty years have passed, he thought, the Godfather's friends and enemies have been annihilated with time, his life and years have come to an end with the last era of Gotham, only this lighthouse is still lit all night, and together with him, it witnesses the wind, frost, rain, snow, and historical rise and fall of this city.

Evans looked at his father from behind. Falcone's figure did not show any signs of aging, and he was still very upright. The suit on him was always so decent.

Finally, the Godfather extinguished the cigar in his hand and said, "I only hope that he will really be your longest-lived tutor."

At the dock in the East District of Gotham, the sea reflected the light of the lighthouse, the waves were surging like golden fish, and a cargo ship left the port in the dark.

The bloody smell on the deck had not yet dissipated, and the bodies of the crew were thrown into the cold sea. A burly man standing on the bow spat on the ground and said, "This time it's a big loss. I lost several people and didn't make any money."

"Don't worry, at least we escaped." Another person next to him took over.

Suddenly, before they were far away from the port, a dull bell rang from Gotham City. The bell rang seven times with a clear sense of tremor. The leader at the bow asked in confusion: "Why are they ringing the bell in the middle of the night?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's to see us off." The man next to him shrugged and said.

There was a slight sound from above, and then a black and yellow figure appeared on the mast.

"It is indeed the death knell that sends you off..."