Chapter 75: Driving the Tiger to Devour the Wolf (Part 1)

The sound of knives and forks hitting the tableware was accompanied by the sound of the wine foaming. Gordon raised his glass first and said, "Congratulations on moving to a new home!"

Bruce, Harvey, Schiller and Victor all raised their glasses and clinked their glasses. Schiller took a sip of the spicy wine. After he swallowed it, a warm feeling rose from his chest. The firelight from the fireplace shone on the wine glass, like a burning flame.

"You should buy a house." Harvey said, "I've said it before, no one should live in a teacher's apartment for so long, there's not even a coffee machine there, I just stayed there for two nights, and my waist was hurt by the bed."

"I think it's not bad." Victor said, "The hardware facilities of Gotham University are still good, of course, they can't compare with this kind of manor, I hope you can keep a room for me here."

"You're welcome anytime." Schiller raised his glass to him, Bruce said while cutting the steak on the plate with a knife, "You should keep a room for all of us, after all, I have a room for you in Wayne Manor?"

"That's enough." Schiller said.

"God bless me to buy a big manor in my lifetime, I'd be happy to keep a room for you all." Gordon said while eating a piece of sausage. "

"How are you doing recently? You should be saving enough money soon, right?" Harvey asked him.

"My income has declined recently, but it's not bad. "Gordon took the napkin and wiped his mouth, then continued: "The Godfather hasn't made any moves yet, and the rest of the gangs are eager to try. Now may be the calm before the storm."

"When you save enough money, be sure to tell me." Schiller tapped the knife with his fork and said,

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just think I can help you with the choice of apartments. After all, I also read a lot of information before buying a house."

"That's perfect. I'm just worried about which one to buy. What do you think of the Pelican Community? In fact, I prefer Jasmine End Lane, but considering that we may have a child in the future, it's a bit small and there is no baby room."

"Have you considered Ninth Avenue? How about coming over and being my neighbor?" Harvey asked him with a smile.

"Oh my God, it's too far away, and most of the people living there are bachelors like you, right? "

Schiller, who was about to pick up the wine glass and prepare to drink, snorted. Gordon looked at him in confusion. Schiller smiled and said, "You have been too busy recently and you don't even know about such a big thing."

"What's wrong?" Gordon looked at Harvey and said, "What did I miss? Isn't he a bachelor now?"

Victor asked, "Have you and Christine officially confirmed your relationship? Then you have to be more discreet in school. You know, there are almost as many girls who are interested in you as boys who are interested in her."

"Well, it happened last week." Harvey shrugged.

Bruce looked at him in surprise and said, "Really? God! You won the sexiest and most beautiful girl in Gotham University so quickly. I thought you were also an old scholar."

Schiller tapped the edge of the plate with his fork again, and then said, "I hope you don't mean anything. Can you sit at this table with me to eat together? Is it because you only got 69 points in the final exam? "

Everyone laughed. The fire in the fireplace was burning. The reflections of many metal tableware on the dining table reflected each other, emitting circles of soft halos. After the light overlapped, the whole room seemed to be illuminated.

After dinner, several people sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace. Harvey was a little drunk. He said, "What is this? Our bachelor night? Gordon is getting married too. Before he gets married, we can still have a fuss like this..."

"I'm leaving first." Victor had put on his coat and hat. Schiller turned to look at him and said, "Take the bag by the door. There are two bottles of wine and a pack of cigars there."

"Oh! Thank you. How could you bear to give me these Cuban goods?" Victor asked with a smile as he opened the bag.

"I remember you mentioned that the other day should be your and your wife's wedding anniversary..."

"Oh, sorry, we didn't know!" Bruce said, "Professor Freese, I'll send the gift to your office tomorrow."

"No, no, no need to be so polite. "Victor smiled and said, "In fact, I'm very happy that you can understand me."

Victor was speaking from the heart. After all, freezing his wife in a cryogenic freezer was a bit scary. He didn't expect anyone to understand his crazy behavior. The best people who heard about it before were just to persuade others that everyone will die, and let him be more open-minded.

But most of the new friends he met in Gotham expressed a very tolerant view on this. They didn't shy away from mentioning this. In fact, Victor didn't like others to look at him with sympathy, and then avoid him every time they mentioned his marriage and family situation. That would make him feel like a jinx.

But his friends were not like that. It was as if his wife was just hospitalized for a minor illness. They would not forget her if there was anything else. This comforted Victor, as if his wife was really just hospitalized for an ordinary illness and would get better soon.

After Victor left, Gordon left soon. Bruce leaned on the sofa and said, "Look, these are all busy people. Only we, the few guys who have nothing to do, can get drunk here all night..."

"In fact, only you, Mr. Richest Man, I have to revise my thesis later, and Harvey also has a complaint to write. Only you, the rich man who has nothing to do and has an empty head..."

Bruce leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes, waved his hand, and didn't even say a word. He was obviously a little drunk. Harvey put on his clothes and said, "I'll take him back. Don't let him get drunk here."

"He has a mobile phone in his pocket. Find it and call his butler to ask him to send a helicopter to pick you up. Don't drive."

"What's drunk driving in Gotham? I can even drive 120 miles..." Bruce said vaguely.

"Yes, yes, our talented racing driver..."

After Harvey took Bruce away, Schiller walked to the other side of the living room, picked up the receiver of the phone, and started dialing.

Soon, the lights in the manor gradually went out, and the night of Gotham fell into deep darkness again.

The next day, Gotham University President Seldon was in his office, holding his arms and wondering, "You mean, Professor Rodriguez was injured and hospitalized?... Well, send a colleague to see him."

In the afternoon, Schiller, who was lying on the bed, took the flowers from Anna and said, "Oh, thank you, I am really grateful..."

Just as he was about to continue speaking, Gordon rushed in. Seeing that there were outsiders here, he hesitated for a moment. After Anna went out, Gordon looked around. This was the high-end ward of Gotham City Central Hospital, a single room with luxurious decoration. Schiller was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, and there was nothing abnormal in his face.

Gordon walked over and put his hands on his hips and said, "I heard you were attacked last night. Damn it, I should have left later..."

Schiller smiled, as if he didn't take it seriously at all. Gordon said, "You can still laugh. You knew before that the group of people in Metropolis might be coming for you, but you didn't raise your vigilance and let them succeed. Where did you get hurt? Organs or bones?"

Then, he said angrily, "I don't know where that Batman is. If he stayed with you, this would definitely not have happened!"

"You really have confidence in him, but I don't want him to stay here. If his butler comes to the door, it will be more terrible than anyone else. More."

"Honestly..." Gordon looked Schiller up and down, "Are you really injured? How come I can't see it at all?"

He stretched out his hand to look at his watch and said, "Besides, it was already midnight when we left, and it's only 7 o'clock in the morning now. Your wound healed so quickly? Even if it was just a knife, it would take at least more than ten hours, right? Or is the medical technology of the Central Hospital so advanced now?"

Schiller waved to him, signaling him to stay calm, then lifted the quilt and sat up, stood up directly from the bed, walked to the window and stretched. Gordon widened his eyes and watched him move smoothly as if nothing had happened.

"Damn it! You're not hurt at all!" Gordon shouted, "I rushed here after receiving the news!"

"I'm very touched." Schiller said, "Your old pickup truck can actually drive from the police station to the hospital in just 20 minutes. Did you install a propeller or something on it?"

"I said, I got the first place in the driving course in the police academy!"

Then Gordon shook his head and said, "Is this the point? Isn't the point why you pretend to be sick? Are you finally fed up with those students in Gotham University?"

"Of course not...ah, okay, there is a little bit, but this is not the point..."

"Do you know how I got this news? This morning, the police station was screaming and howling because they heard that Ah Arkham Psychiatric Hospital has to temporarily close down because it has no attending physician. I have never seen them so sad..."

"Yes, Arkham Psychiatric Hospital is closed down, and it is not just the police who are sad."

Gordon frowned. He was not stupid. After thinking for a while, he said, "The gangs will not stop here. They have tasted the sweetness in this industry."

"Yes, they are probably more anxious than you now. After all, you have almost saved enough money, and your goal is just to buy an apartment, but they are different."

"Why do you want to do this? What's the benefit of hanging them?"

"I am injured. If the psychiatric hospital is not open, the duck in their mouth will fly away. So, why am I injured?"

"Why do you want to frame those people in Metropolis?" Gordon finally understood. "You want to use these gangs to eliminate those people. Once they know that you were attacked by those people in Metropolis, and that those people are the culprits of the closure of the mental hospital, they will definitely find ways to dig them out and kill them."

Gordon paced in the room, saying as he walked: "It has been running for so long, and many people have spent time and effort to build industries in the mental hospital. They will not be happy to give up. This is like the last step of baking pizza. They will not be happy to stop."

"You are... If you are sick, they will definitely find all kinds of ways to find out what happened. The police know who did it, so it makes sense that the gang leaders don't know. "

"But how can you be sure that they will go to the group of people from the metropolis to make trouble? Instead of trying to replace you with someone else like before?"

"You are injured, but this does not mean that the mental hospital must close down. They don't know that this industry is your plan. They may just think that since the attending physician is sick, why not change him?"

"They really don't know, but Falcone knows, and that's enough."