"You think I look a lot like him? Are you serious?"

"Some places are completely different, but some places are surprisingly consistent."

Schiller looked at Gordon and said, "Keep this sharp, and you will become Gotham's savior."

Gordon knocked the cigarette ashes on the silver dinner plate, and then said: "The Godfather is in trouble this time. The group that sneaked in seemed to have some skills. They killed two bartenders from the Falcone family.

If the Godfather fails to catch them within a short period of time, he will lose face in Gotham, which will be more serious than anything else."

"The gangsters won't dare to challenge the Godfather in a short time, right?" Schiller put down the newspaper and leaned back in his chair.

"It's hard to say. Don't underestimate those people. But don't forget, Maroney is not dead yet. He made a lot of money from the conflict in the East End. Maybe he is planning to challenge the Godfather."

"He is looking for death." The smoke fell to the ground with the words. Schiller stretched out his hand and flicked the cigar with his fingertips, and fine dust slowly fell.

"Not necessarily. The godfather somehow got past him and had the old director Victor killed. I heard that he also wanted to get involved in Arkham Hospital, but he was kicked out by the godfather again. Maroni

I can’t bear this tone.”

"The East District is not peaceful. Maroney is eager to subdue the forces he has absorbed. He needs to win to establish his authority and completely recruit the new blood he has just absorbed."

"If he dares to use his godfather to establish his authority, Falcone will teach him." Schiller leaned back in his chair and tugged on the collar of his sweater, looking very relaxed.

Gordon coughed twice more. Through the smoke coming out of the top of the cigar, he squinted at the reflection on the silver dinner plate and said, "Maroni is a powerful man, and the godfather is old."

"Do you think more of him?"

"No, I hope that the old godfather can win. As long as Falcone is still there, there will be no chaos in Gotham. But once he is gone, it will be hard to say."

Soon, Gordon left. After all, he still had work to do. It was his peak season recently. If he worked hard for another month, buying a villa wouldn't be a problem.

After Gordon left, Schiller leaned back in his chair and smoked the entire cigar. The smoke lingered on his fingertips. He had not thought so relaxedly for a long time.

In this crisis-ridden city, he wouldn't even have a cigarette break if it wasn't safe.

Before this, Schiller had never thought about buying a house, nor did he need a home, because he was not from Gotham. He came from a country with the safest order in the world.

As the cigar burned, the smoke, which was several times richer than a cigarette, dispersed into various elusive abstract shapes, giving rise to countless associations. In the psychedelic and sweet smell, Schiller began to think back.

He couldn't remember whether his first emotion when he encountered a shooting in Chicago after leaving his hometown was shock or excitement.

He only remembered that when the plane fell, the memories of life accompanied by weightlessness and hypoxia, the strange waves he had participated in during this half-life were blurred into a fog. Just as they wished, when these memories dissipated with death, countless secrets

It will be buried forever.

If there really is a God in this world, Schiller thought, then this great being who can give people another life really knows him well.

Gotham is the sewer of evil in the world, and good people will not be flushed into the sewer.

Schiller looked at the top of the cigar at his fingertips. The fire there gradually extinguished, the smoke began to become thinner, and the transformed patterns began to slowly dissipate.

He knew that when he regained consciousness and learned that this was Gotham City from the memory of the original owner, the excitement that filled his brain for the first time would eventually destroy all his ambitions for a peaceful life.

In other words, the enjoyment of boring and ordinary daily life is just the self-deception of a madman who is proficient in self-hypnosis from beginning to end, until he sees the appearance of Batman.

As the smoke drifted away, Schiller recalled the feeling when he first used his weak mind-reading ability to contact Batman's heart.

As Gordon said, he felt like he was looking in the mirror.

Therefore, he gave Batman the answer he wanted to hear most, and then almost couldn't wait to bring an end to the boring and ordinary life that made him despair.
Chapter completed!