Gordon unbuttoned a button on the collar of his shirt, twisted his neck, relaxed his shoulders, and then turned to look out the window at Gotham's dark rainy night, which was still cold and wet.

His colleagues greeted each other and left the police station after get off work. One of them said to Gordon: "Hey, man, you shouldn't have taken on that difficult case at the beginning. Dozens of people have disappeared? You may have to check the files again tonight until midnight."

Gordon smiled helplessly and said, "You said that dozens of people have disappeared, so I have to have some snacks."

After all the colleagues left, Gordon made himself a cup of espresso. He planned to fight all night tonight.

The missing population case in Mosenjie District is very strange. In the past, even if it is done concealed, the bodies of some dead victims will still be found. However, among the 46 missing people in the Mosen neighborhood, no one of the bodies of the body appeared on the streets of Gotham, which is very abnormal.

Gotham has never been a legal city. There are so many gangsters here. There will be no sophisticated gang members who have no thanks for dealing with the body. They will only throw the body down from the upper floor. Although they know that this can't deceive the police, the police are nothing in Gotham.

Among the dozens of people missing in the Morson neighborhood, there are people of all professions. They have almost no common rules. The only thing they have in common is the permanent population of the Morson neighborhood.

Gordon was still very young at this time. He was just a small head of the police station. He was still far from the director. This hot potato was finally taken over by Gordon, who had a sense of justice. Although he knew that this might be a thankless job, he still planned to do his best to complete it and avenge the victims.

Just when he was staying up late to sort out the files and was already sleepy, he suddenly felt a sound behind him. When he turned around, a huge shadow enveloped him. Gordon immediately touched his waist, but his pistol was not there.

The man opposite was wearing a black tights, with two pointed ears on his head and a black cloak. His tall figure almost covered all the lights above his head. Gordon said cautiously: "Who are you? Why did you appear in the police station?"

"You can treat me as a policeman. I am investigating the disappearance of the population in the Morson neighborhood. I found that you went there today, and yesterday, you should be the detective in charge of this case. I hope to get files of these missing people."

Gordon was about to refuse to meet someone, and he spoke again: "Of course, I have some clues to exchange with you, or I can solve this case with you."

The vigilante Gordon thought, this was too ridiculous. There would be no such person in Gotham City, otherwise it would not be called the City of Sin.

The first encounter between Gordon and Batman was not pleasant. They confronted each other in the police station for a long time. Obviously, Batman, who was a newcomer, had not yet grasped the essence of leaving without finishing his conversation. He and Gordon had been sleeping for a long time, and finally became impatient.

Batman found himself really unlucky. There were countless police officers in Gotham City who were neglecting their duties, but he just met the most serious one. Gordon even wanted to protect those files to the death. Batman didn't want to hurt him, so there was no better way.

After Batman cleared the ditch gang, he was shocked from the beggar. Although he finally saved the beggar, it was obvious that he still reflected on his actions and was not so ambitious at the beginning, but started from the simplest one.

The starting point of his superhero path, the Morson neighborhood, in addition to the Shuigou Gang, is not peaceful here. The missing population case in the Morson neighborhood has reached a very dangerous number. The permanent population here is only a few hundred, but more than 40 people have been missing. Batman is determined to use this case as the starting point for his debut.

And, of course, he has a person who can doubt it.

A college teacher who didn't sleep in the middle of the night secretly ran to the neighborhood where the Gotham Gang was located, appeared for no reason and disappeared for no reason. Is there anyone more suspicious than this?

Batman had thought of directly coming to Schiller to confront him, but he knew that he would be difficult to beat the professor in terms of words. He lost both confrontations with Schiller, and he felt that he had to obtain sufficient evidence before bringing him to justice.

On that day, Batman arrived in the Morson neighborhood again. He could not get the files of the missing population from Gordon, so he sneaked into the home of a missing person, trying to find some other clues from his house.

As soon as he flipped out of the window, he saw Schiller again. Under the street light not far downstairs, Schiller held a black umbrella and looked at the wall opposite. Batman saw him.

He found Schiller was watching the place where the beggar was staying, but there were no beggars there now. Batman sent the beggar to the best hospital in Gotham City and contracted all his treatment costs. Although the beggar had amputated his feet, he at least survived.

Because the beggar leaned against the wall all year round, a dark stain had been left there. The rain formed a small puddle in the place where he was sitting, reflecting dim light from the street lights, while Schiller stood across the road, looking at the puddle, not knowing what he was thinking.

The young Batman finally didn't calm down. He jumped down and appeared in front of Schiller.

"Good evening, Batman, I remember you called yourself that last time, so I'll call you that."

Batman's eyes were staring at him tightly, and he said, "Don't go around with me, you know what I'm here for."

"You are here to be the savior, I know, for example, you rescued a poor beggar."

"Did you do the missing population case in the Morson neighborhood?" Batman asked.

Schiller shook his head and Batman said, "You are the only outsider, and you have no motivation to show up here."

Schiller said: "Obviously, you already have the answer in your heart, why do you still ask me? You are always good at turning things you have determined into questions and asking others."

"If you get an answer that you are satisfied with, you will naturally be satisfied, but if you don't get the answer you want, you will become very angry."

"If I say I'm not the murderer, you'll feel angry, but your anger doesn't come from your sense of justice, but I just don't give you the answer you want,"

"You think you're expecting something like a god, right?" Schiller asked.

"I said, don't go around with me, you are the only person here who is suspected..."

Before Schiller could speak, he found a bat dart flying along his neck. He seemed to be a little underestimating. Whether it was Batman at this time or Batman in the future, although they did not kill, they often beat the criminals, and did not avoid breaking their legs and then sending them to the hospital.

But obviously, this young Batman has one less program.

Shile didn't say anything for a while, and another bat dart was flying over, rubbing his neck. This time, Shile did not use spider sensing to tilt his head in advance, but looked at Batman quietly.

The bat dart left a hole on the side of his neck, and blood was flowing out. At this time, a series of rapid footsteps suddenly came from the end of the alley, and a voice shouted: "Stop!"

Batman turned to look at the end of the alley, under the street light, Gordon was holding a pistol and aiming at the two of them.

"Hello, Detective Gordon," Schiller said.

Detective Gordon walked over slowly with his gun, saying, "Put down your weapons and don't move."

Schiller spread his hands and signaled that he had no weapons, and Batman put away the bat dart that he held in his hand.

Gordon approached and found that blood was flowing from Schiller's neck, blood flowing down his shoulders, and even wet his shirt.

Schiller said: "Batman, you made a mistake, you said I was the only person in suspicion, but this detective obviously doesn't think so."

"There are no motivations for people here, besides me, you."

"I'm here to investigate the disappearance of the population." Batman said,

"Then I am too," Schiller said, "but obviously, you are not much nobler than me, because none of us are policemen, and I think this is the only detective Gordon who has the right to do that now."

"I'll find evidence," Batman said.

"If you need evidence, then what's the difference between you and the police?" Schiller asked suddenly.

Batman had nothing to say for a moment. He thought Schiller would ask him for evidence. Batman also knew that although Schiller appeared where he shouldn't have appeared, this could not be used as evidence to prove that he was indeed a crime, so he decided to find clues to prove that Schiller was the murderer.

But Schiller's question came to his point. Batman thought that he always thought the police were useless because they had to tell evidence in everything. Even if the murder happened in front of them, they would not arrest the most suspected person without seeing the murderer.

This was the case when his parents died. No policeman gave the explanation he should have, and no one was brought to justice. His parents died, but no one paid the price.

He thought, if he needed evidence, why didn't he go to the Gotham police station to be a policeman?

But if he doesn't need evidence and just arrest anyone, what's the difference between him and a criminal?

Batman regrets it, so he shouldn't go up and talk to Schiller. Every conversation with Schiller will make him quite shaken. This psychological and conscious wave is the most terrifying.

Every time I meet Schiller, Batman has to go back and think about it for at least two or three days, figure out the question he asked, find his own answer, strengthen his confidence, and then come out to act again.

He felt that this was no different from taking classes in college. The teacher asked a question, the student thought about it himself, and then wrote the paper. The next time he met, in addition to checking homework, there were new questions waiting for him, one question after another, and it seemed that there was never an end.
Chapter completed!