Gotham.

The nights in Gotham are always cloudy and heavy. It seems that among the dense darkness, there is a huge darkness watching this strange city.

Many strange Gothic buildings stand tall, desolation and darkness swept through each place.

The night in this city is panic and disturbing. There are crimes that are not found in the daytime in the streets and alleys, as if the dark world suddenly submerged the entire city after the sunset.

Under the drizzle of the sky, a cold wind blew into the Gotham Police Station.

The cold wind blew over Gordon's skin with chills, causing the body that was concentrating on the desk to check the case file trembled and wrinkled goosebumps.

Gordon was slightly thin and his hair was half gray. Even though he was wearing a brown long-sleeved windbreaker, he still felt the sudden drizzle and cold wind blew the skin cold.

He stood up from the chair, stood up straight, and pushed the popliteal fossa behind his knees away from him and stepped to the window. Outside the window was a world covered with drizzle, with dim lights, darkness and shade, drizzle coexist.

Even outside the police station, it is not so bright in the dark.

The cold wind blew on his face, and slight drops of water covered his face, supporting the cold wind and drizzle that continued to blew in. He pulled the window with his hands, and closed the window with a "splash".

After closing the window, he wiped his face from top to bottom with his hands, his eyes closed and opened, and he was still firm and energetic. The wrinkles on his face did not look too old, but instead his thin face and slightly wrinkles seemed as firm as a rock.

Deep thought flashed in his eyes, and his hands subconsciously took out the cigarette box from his pocket, patted it twice, and pulled out a cigarette. Under the reflection of the desk lamp on the desk, accompanied by the semi-black office environment, the lighter lit up flames, and the slightly warm flames burned the skin on his face. His eyes were still thinking. Even if the lighter's flames reflected in his pupils, he could not focus on the lighter flames, and lit the cigarettes.

The cigarette was lit, and sparks rose and gathered. He took a deep breath of cigarettes. The gathering sparks lit up even more violently. The smoke entered his throat, warming up the cool lungs. The misty cigarette spit out from his slightly dry lips, and wisps up to the ceiling.

The office smells of cigarettes.

He sat back on his seat with a cigarette in his mouth, picked up the case file and started reading it.

Batman caught the festival killer and threw it directly to the police station door just after night tonight, accompanied by some evidence of crime.

The Central City police station has been eyeing the criminal for more than half a year, but finally ran back to Gotham and was captured by Gotham Batman. Not only that, according to Batman, the Central City police officers are on their way to Gotham and may arrive today to hand over the evidence of the crime of this festival killer.

However, in words, it seemed that he was cautious and vigilant about the police officer who came. This made Gordon a little confused. However, he did not think deeply. He probably was a strong police officer who would treat Batman as a transvestite who destroyed the law as a cross-dressing traitor. He was like this at the beginning.

"Arkham's security needs to be strengthened."

Gordon sighed slightly and looked at the file. [~￥ABC Novel Network                                                                                                                    �

The festival killer, eventually, will try him in Gotham Court.

But he would always go to the Arkham Mental Hospital in the end. These mentally ill people seemed to have privileges. No matter how they kill, they would not sit in an electric chair or be sentenced to death.

Arkham Mental Hospital is full of talents, so it’s not a good place to escape. It seems like it’s commonplace to have a headache.

In the end, Gordon decided to propose to the mayor that he would allocate some approvals, at least he had to change the equipment and add some manpower to Arkham. Otherwise, a mentally ill person would come out every once in a while, not only the Gotham police could not bear this toss. Even Batman could not accept this tossing.

Putting down this case file, Gordon picked up another fresh case.

Jason Wood, a botanist at Gotham University, died in pain after being inserted into his eyes by an ivy twisted into a twist.

Gordon squinted his eyes, held a cigarette in his mouth, and took a closer look at the scene of the case.

The ivy twisted into twists was growing like it had grown from growing to becoming a hemp rope. In his opinion, the ivy seemed to grow into this kind of purpose, and it was to penetrate Jason Wood's eyes, enter his head, and smash his brain.

This ivy seems to be alive.

This, from the autopsy report, after Jason Wood was inserted into his eyes, the ivy was still struggling to grow. It seemed that it was really chilling to see his head climbing like a wall and drilling into any gap.

There are plants that can move and kill people, and it seems that the plants have a very bad hatred towards him.

In addition, after Jason Wood's death, a female student, his assistant, Pamela Lillian Eisley, disappeared and was extremely suspicious.

After assisting with Robin in the investigation, Robin came to a very sci-fi conclusion. The female student became a 'vegetative person'. A real vegetative person, a person who can control plants.

There is reason to believe that this female student is the culprit who killed Jason Wood.

The wanted order has been issued in the shortest time.

Gordon's eyes were thoughtful.

This is actually a very simple case, and the murderer is about to emerge.

Gordon thought more deeply, does this female student really have the magical ability to control plants? Although Robin guessed that he must have this ability, he was able to control the ivy into twists and twists the eyes of the dead.

But that boy Robin was too picky and his mouth was so colorful that he would die if he didn't say anything. It really made Gordon unable to believe this Batman's assistant.

But he was right, and he couldn't even refute it.

This is the first time that I can't argue this slight kid...

Gordon knew that no matter how strange a case was, when everything was eliminated, no matter how unreliable, funny, or unbelievable the answer was, it was the answer, it was the fact.

So…this female student really became ‘vegetative’?

It was not until a cigarette was finished smoking and the ash fell on Gordon's thighs. The slight ironing feeling was uploaded to his thighs. Gordon realized from his thoughts. He quickly inserted the cigarette butt into the ashtray and patted his trousers in a mess.

Finally, I saw that the trousers were not burned, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

Gordon didn't think again. He glanced at the quartz clock hanging on the wall. It was already 23 o'clock in the evening, and it was the point that he had to go home.

He stood up, closed the case file, placed the case file on the tabletop beside him, turned off the table lamp, picked up the brown dome hat from the hanger, and walked out of the office door.

After greeting the police officers on the night shift one after another, he walked out of the Gotham Police Station.

There is still a drizzle, but the drizzle is too confusing, and it feels like a hazy artistic abstraction.

He put his dome hat on, put his hands into the pocket of the windbreaker, shrank his shoulders, and planned to go home in the drizzle, because this drizzle fell on his trench coat and the dome hat, but it was just a little bit of fine water droplets on his plush, which was not in the way.

Just when he was thinking so, he was about to step out of the police station's roof.

He stopped suddenly.

On the streets of the police station, in the hazy drizzle, a figure walked out of the hazy darkness.

He held a black umbrella, like the one with a solid skeleton held by the gang in the 1970s and 1980s. He walked out quietly from the darkness, very graceful and etiquette, like a gentleman, a noble and gentleman, neither slow nor hurry, every step was solid, and his purpose was clear.

He came to the police station.

He looks for me.

There is no reason for this fact to arise in Gordon's mind.

He looked a little cold when he saw his appearance under the black umbrella, but under his faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he set off a gentle and charming temperament.

He is a rare handsome man. Even as a man, Gordon has to admit that the man in front of him is very charming and eye-catching.

He walked to Gordon with an umbrella, and as Gordon expected, he came to find his own.

"Chief Gordon, I'm sorry to bother. Can you help call Batman out?"
Chapter completed!