"So now, Mr. Coppert, are you willing to cooperate with my treatment?"

In the ward of Arkham Mental Hospital, Schiller moved a chair and sat next to Copot's bed. Copot was still staring at the ceiling, but he nodded slightly.

"Okay, the first question, is it your first time to kill old Edward?"

For a moment, Coppert's arms, bound with a splint, stiffened, his hands trembled, and then clenched, turning to look at Schiller, unable to remain silent anymore, he said, "How did you know?"

"You answer my question first."

Copper's Adam's apple moved up and down, as if he wanted to spit out an answer, but in the end he did not speak, but nodded.

"It was the old godfather who asked you to do this, right?"

Coppert did not answer, he just said, "I swear before God and never reveal anything..."

"Okay, then you need to say nothing, I'll just say it."

"The old godfather needs an excuse to attack Little Edward, so he asks you to kill Old Edward and frame his nephew."

"When the godfather's son's coming-of-age ceremony, no matter how the godfather deals with the Edward family afterwards, no one will have any objections."

"No one would have thought that a thin umbrella boy who was bullied by a colleague and teased by a guest would be the killer who was the old godfather who had the heavy responsibility."

"If that was really your first time killing someone, I can only say that you are quite talented in this regard. The bathroom was handled very cleanly, and the escape route was also very well designed. I didn't hit any of the guests..."

Copper turned his head and stared at Schiller. He seemed to be stunned by Schiller's comment. No matter what, a normal person should not look at this matter from this perspective.

"Okay, that's all the past." Schiller turned the medical record a page and said, "Let's explain what happened recently."

"I advise you to be honest and lenient, because I am not a policeman, and the police may have no choice but to do anything to you, because you are a minor or a mentally ill."

"But I'm different. At present, I'm willing to treat this mental illness and be sure to cure it. I should be the only one in Gotham. If you don't say anything, I won't leave you a bed."

Copper's mouth was tilted downward, looking very vicious, and he was as mature as he shouldn't be at his age.

Then he spoke, his voice hoarse and his tone was low: "I am indeed the Godfather's person. I don't know why he took a fancy to me at first sight, but I did his business for him and killed old Edward for him."

"You should have guessed, what I want to know..." Schiller said without raising his head.

"He sent me to live hell and stared at everyone there. He was worried that anyone there, any corner of Gotham, should be ruled by Falcone..."

"So, I went to the Mooney Gang, the largest gang there, and became Fish Mooney's subordinate..."

"She didn't care about me, she even hated me very much, but she was still quite sober at that time. I just didn't take it seriously, but that didn't matter, I was used to it..."

Copper's tone was a little numb, and it could be seen that some words that he wanted to express could not be expressed smoothly, and the effect of the calming drug had not completely faded, so his narrative was intermittent.

"Later, I went to Kevin's subordinates again. This was a betrayal for Fish, but I had to do it. Kevin gave me what I wanted..."

Copper's lips were trembling, as if he was about to fall into a state of excitement again. He said: "I kept climbing up there, from a skilled worker to the person in charge of purchasing goods at a restaurant..."

His tone became longing, as if he was outlining a dreamy picture. Coppert continued: "That restaurant is the kind I dreamt of, big and luxurious. The gangsters come and go, and they are very polite to the restaurant owner..."

"I know what I want, right... that's it..."

"Calm down and say it." Schiller's voice broke Copper's fantasy and stopped him from becoming more excited.

Copper swallowed, made a dry sniffle, and said, "Where I was appreciated, transferred to take charge of the tap water system..."

"My colleagues are all a group of idiots, but that doesn't matter, it's just my wish. I've really been promoted step by step, and even become a small leader..."

"This taste is so wonderful..." The blood vessels on Coppert's neck became prominent, and he began to tremble all over again. He said, "It's so good... I began to send others to direct the work, and I'm sure I can win..."

Soon, he stopped nervously again, returned to a stiff state, and then said viciously: "So... I want more power! A larger territory! No one can stop me!"

"Kevin...oh...yes, his name is Kevin, a loud name, he is the first person to block my way..." Copper's tone returned to a low voice.

“After I mastered the tap water system throughout the North District, he felt that I would threaten his position.”

"Indeed, that idiot knows nothing. He can only go hungry after he fucks him, but it's different from me. Many people in the gang saw through this and they began to support me. The idiot's status was shaken..."

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"...I can't go on like this anymore, I know, I know..." Copper said almost word by word: "I have to kill him and then gain his status..."

"I went back to find Fish, and I knelt at her feet, crying and told her that it was Kevin who forced me. As long as she was willing to help me kill Kevin and gain status, I could use my knowledge and ability to help her drive all these outsiders out..."

"In order to make her trust me, I began to offer her various plans, some of which worked, some did not, but in the end, Fish chose to believe me..."

Copper swallowed, and he said in a trembling voice: "In a street next to the Living Hell, Fish killed Kevin, and I successfully took over his position..."

"But then, Fish started to get crazy, and she rushed into my room while I was sleeping and beat me with a butt and a stick..."

Copper's voice began to cry a little, and he said tremblingly: "I know I have to endure it. My status is still unstable. I can't resist her... So I didn't say a word, she tortured me like crazy, saying that I betrayed her, and that everyone betrayed her..."

"I don't know how long it has passed." Coppert trembled all over, and he continued, "She started to get crazy, and even several times, I felt that she wanted to kill me. I know, I can't continue like this, otherwise the crazy Fish would definitely kill me..."

"So you killed her?" Schiller asked him.

"No...no." Coppert shook his head tremblingly. He gritted his teeth, rubbing his teeth and making a giggle. He seemed to be in memory again. He said, "How can I kill someone? Then I will be arrested and put in jail. I must not be imprisoned. I have just obtained status..."

"And just then, one person came to me." Copper paused and slowly spit out the name: "Sal Maroney."

"Maroni told me that he had been in the living hell for a long time. He had a grudge against Falcone and had offended the old godfather. He could not let Falcone's plan to transform Gotham succeed, otherwise the Maroni family would no longer exist..."

"He asked me to cooperate with him, but I disagree, so he kidnapped my mother, just a few days ago..."

"So, I asked him that we would join forces to kill Fish, and then frame Evans, destroying the prestige of the godfather's heir."

"For me, this is a killing two birds with one stone. It can help me with the torture of Fish, and also allow me to save my mother..."

"He agreed to the plan, so one day I lured Fish out, Maroni shot and killed her..."

After saying that, Coppert was still trembling all over, as if he was still in some memories. Schiller wrote and painted in his book, and was silent for a long time. Coppert finally couldn't help it. He looked at Schiller,

Schiller just stared at his medical record book with no comment on the story. Copper's eyes were red and said, "Doctor, I'm willing to testify Maroni. He killed Fish. I can testify in court. Please make sure you cure me, I..."

"Stop your nonsense." Schiller looked at the medical record and said without raising his head: "The story you made up is very exciting, but you made a very serious mistake..."

Copper looked at him, tears flowing out of his eyes, his face pale and looked very pitiful, Schiller put down his medical record without expression, looked into his eyes and said, "It's useless to pretend to cry. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not a quack doctor, but I'm very unscrupulous."

"The biggest mistake you made is that before you make this plan, you didn't look into the resume of the doctor you would meet..."

"Doctor, I know, I have no evidence, but I am the only witness..."

"Well, if you still have to stick with it, then we'll start with a recent crime scene."

"Professor Victor and I went to the scene where your mother was kidnapped. According to you, Maroni sent someone to kidnap your mother."

“That was indeed a very typical kidnapping scene where someone sneaked into your house, gave your mother a sleeping pill, and took her away while she was sleeping.

"On the surface, it's like this, but Mr. Copper..." Schiller looked into Copper's eyes and said, "You obviously have never done a real kidnapping case, and the arrangement of the scene is full of loopholes."

Coppert didn't say anything, she just stared at Schiller. Schiller continued: "First of all, those who have committed the kidnapping in Gotham will almost never choose to sneak in this way. They usually smash the door and rush in, shoot all the living things, and then move the body away, wipe the blood clean, and then say that they have kidnapped your relatives. In fact, the body of your relatives has been thrown into the sea."

"Of course, I assume Maroni is a civilized person, but I believe that he doesn't need to sneak in, nor does he need to put sleeping pills. No matter how strong your mother is, she can't resist four or five gangsters. They just need to rush in, knock her out, and drag her away. Sleeping pills are completely unnecessary."

"You are trying to restore the perfect link of evidence for a kidnapping case, but there are too many unnecessary processes in it."

"For example, the fight scene you arranged is a complete overthrow of things. Who do you think your mother is? Do you retired female agent? When facing the gang intruders, she even swung her chair and fought with them?"

"You did too much," Schiller concluded: "Trying to restore the perfect method of committing crimes, trying to create realistic scenes, and even designed a line of intruders, deliberately leaving traces of their movements with tables and sofas..."

"I can only say that you have watched too many detective dramas. Most cases in reality do not happen like this, and most murderers are not so professional, with violent intrusion methods and loopholes in the crime process. This is the case of most gang kidnappings."

"Because you are born thin, most of the murder methods you take are out of wit, but in fact, there is no need to do so much for those strong gang members."

"They are not like you, and it's hard to pry a lock. There are no submachine guns and bombs in this world that can't be broken. You can get a job in five minutes. No one will spend two hours studying the route to dive."

"You use your own criminal thinking to bring it into those gangsters, just like having a big and thick Texas denim wear a lace skirt."

"As for the scene you arranged..." Schiller picked up the medical record again and said mercilessly: "I can only give you one failed."
Chapter completed!