19. Gotham: Bad Cop

27.

"Douglas Munro." After spending most of the night in the police station, the light from the interrogation room suddenly shone on his face, as dazzling as daylight.

The man called Douglas' eyes became moist, and his smudged makeup made him look a little funny.

The white light refracted by physiological tears made the vision blurred, and the other party was still not satisfied. Detective Bill walked in front of Douglas and blocked the surveillance view with his body - his partner temporarily caused a "small problem" with the sound of the surveillance system today, and everything went just as Bill wished.

Sitting next to him was his good partner. Seeing him treating the disabled person so rudely, the detective didn't even frown. He just lowered his head and carefully studied a piece of paper in his hand, as if he could get all the information he wanted from it.

Detective Bill had a pair of menacing triangular eyes, but his expression was always smiling. It was hard to guess what he was thinking: "You were so flustered when the car was stopped, leaving your makeup and luggage behind, and setting off at this time of night with a pack of dogs. Did you book some kind of tour?"

Douglas's eyes darted from head to toe, each edge piercing him. "But I don't think this gentleman, given his physical condition, will have any travel plans."

His partner chuckled, his smile fueling his companion's desire to perform. However, the surveillance footage was there, and Director Gordon would be here to inquire about the situation. They couldn't afford to overdo it.

Douglas always has an androgynous beauty when he puts on makeup. Even if his makeup is smudged now, the glitter and highlighter mixed together can make all viewers think that he is standing in the center of the stage, singing loudly into a standing microphone.

But when he spoke privately, he did not intentionally retain the high and melodious female voice he used on stage. Apart from some habitual artistic pronunciation processing, the voice of this slightly famous cross-dressing singer was low and gentle, and he remained neither humble nor arrogant in the face of malicious ridicule.

"In fact, officer, I not only travel, I also go to the opera, drink red wine, feed my children... There is nothing that a 'person like me' cannot do."

"Including murder?" Detective Bill threw out this question, his eyes fixed on his reaction like searchlights.

"We found two corpses in your residence, completely gnawed to pieces. Is this your hobby? Do you usually feed your little beasts with this stuff?"

This was news that the police would definitely not know. After discovering that the people they sent out did not come back, Black Mask's men quickly broke into the temporary shelter where he was for the second time and took away the two bodies. The children's clever reminder allowed him to avoid a confrontation with these people, which also became the final reason why Douglas decided to move. It was no longer safe there.

Douglas was a little surprised by the detective's defection, but then he was relieved - after all, this is Gotham.

Anything can happen here, and there are many examples of people going from heaven to hell in the next second. It is not surprising that the two detectives are willing to take risks to do something for Black Mask.

Of course he knew that if he could offer a price more tempting than Black Mask's, he could leave here tonight - but he didn't have enough savings, and he didn't want to add more fuel to the fire of sin in Gotham.

The man closed his somewhat tired eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with sarcasm towards the two detectives who were just sitting there doing nothing.

He pointed to the paper in the hands of the detective next to Bill and said in a gentle and unquestionable tone:

"I'm willing to confess my crimes to the righteous detectives, but I won't sign my name to anything you have."

Douglas spread his hands, as if accepting a dinner invitation: "Please."

"Do your best to convict me."

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At six in the morning, Gordon hurried to the police station with a burglar tied up. After handling the case, he rushed here to inquire about Douglas's situation. The two detectives temporarily left the interrogation room, blocking out all sounds.

Perhaps the man's disability reminded him of his daughter, so Gordon showed more attention to Douglas. After Bill assured him that he had a good night's rest, Gordon asked, "How did the conversation go? Is he still cooperating?"

Bill, perceptive enough to sense Gordon's attitude, thought it was bad news. If Gordon got involved, he wouldn't be able to complete the mission Roman Sionis had assigned him. So the triangular-eyed detective stepped forward and whispered in the chief's ear, lowering his voice. "I haven't gotten any information yet, but I suspect he's connected to the missing persons case."

Gordon's attention was all on him, and Bill knew he had to strike while the iron was hot to get this done. "Remember those two missing persons cases we handled a while ago?"

"The one thing they all have in common is that they had contact with Douglas Munro - knew him, and then disappeared. I think there must be some connection between them."

Mentioning this reminded Gordon of more details: "We have investigated the interpersonal relationships of the missing person and found out that Douglas has difficulty moving and is not capable of killing or transporting people." His legs cannot stand for a long time, whether it is killing or anything else, it is too difficult for Douglas.

That's because you haven't seen the way his dog bites Black Mask's men! Bill could only sneer in his heart, but he still answered rationally: "I think it's better to take this clue seriously. I want to apply for a search warrant and conduct a full-scale search near Douglas's residence."

During the time he was away, Black Mask had already set up the site. As soon as the evidence was uncovered, all the previous human trafficking cases could be pinned on Douglas - the media would dig out his past crime records, and then people's attention would be focused on the fact that he was a psychopath who had been locked in a dog cage and abused for years by his father, and naturally there would be fewer rumors about Black Mask.

Bill heard that Black Mask was planning to enter politics, but he guessed that the people of Gotham might not be able to tolerate his unrecognizable face, and Roman would probably find a shadow puppet to push him to power - but that had nothing to do with him, he was just a policeman who was paid to do his job.

However, before he could apply for a search warrant from Gordon, a white shadow suddenly rushed out from the detective's private lounge. It was so fast that it could not be seen clearly. He only vaguely perceived that the thing was riding on something. The cage in the yard was opened - the dogs temporarily kept in the yard began to bark one after another, and then rushed here like a tide.

Bill was restrained by several sturdy German Shepherds. A Chihuahua bit off his shoes, revealing his torn socks. He struggled angrily to escape the vortex formed by the dogs, but was knocked into the corner by something on the white shadow with a bang!

The shadow slowed down, and Bill gritted his teeth before he could see clearly what it was - a woman riding on the white dog, holding up a pitchfork with an evidence bag on it like Don Quixote, and rushed into the interrogation room like the wind!

Where did this madman come from!

…

Waking up at six in the morning, the farmer felt refreshed and reached out to touch her side, but found nothing. She opened her eyes and found Xiaobai sitting upright against the wall, listening with his ears perked up.

The player's hearing was naturally not as sensitive as a dog's, but seeing such a human-like serious expression on the little white man's face, Aria was also curious and tiptoed over.

Xiaobai licked her hand and moved his bottom to make room for Aria. She leaned against the wall and listened carefully for a long time, but there was no sound, which made her feel a little frustrated.

"What happened?" The farmer lowered her voice and asked with a completely try-it-out attitude - what if Xiaobai was so smart, he might understand her question and use rich body language to explain the whole story.

Little White twisted his neck, and the farmer thought it was saying no. But in fact, it was looking for something. After confirming its target, Little White trotted a few steps, raised its front legs and stood on the temporary lounge chair, holding the blank memo in its mouth.

tear——

He tore off a page directly.

After finding the paper, Xiaobai was obviously not satisfied and dug out a marker from a corner. He bit the pen cap open and drew a simple and ugly skull on the paper with the pen in his mouth.

Aria's eyes had changed from admiration to awe. She helped Xiaobai hold down the paper and asked excitedly, "Can you make four dishes and a soup?"

She really needs a helper who can help her watch "The Queen of Sauce" every Sunday and memorize recipes. It would be even better if she can cook. She can pay her salary!

Xiaobai didn't understand what the farmer meant. After drawing the skull, he made a big cross on it and drew an arrow pointing towards the door.

Aria tried to decipher, "Are you saying there are bad guys out to harm your master?"

The puppy nodded, and she was encouraged to continue her analysis: "So what should we do now? Should we notify the police or take him away?"

Xiaobai ticked the second option, so Aria stood up decisively, rolled up her sleeves, and said:

"Okay, let's break the prison!"

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