Chapter 151: Party and Umbrella (3)

Chapter 151: Party and Umbrella (3)

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

In the hospital room of Arkhammental hospital, Schiller moved a chair and sat next to Copperpot's bed. Copperpot still stared at the ceiling, but he nodded imperceptibly.

"Okay, first question, was killing old Edward your first kill?"

In an instant, Copperpot's arm, bound in a splint, stiffened. His hand trembled slightly, then clenched. He turned to look at Schiller and could no longer remain silent. He said, "How did you know?"

"You answer my question first."

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

"Old The Godfather asked you to do this, right?"

Copperpot did not answer. He just said, "I swear before God that I will not reveal anything..."

"Okay, you don't have to say it. I'll say it."

"Old The Godfather needed an excuse to make a move against young Edward, so he had you kill old Edward and frame it on his nephew."

"No one would think that a skinny little umbrella boy who was bullied by colleagues and mocked by customers would be the killer trusted by Old The Godfather."

"If it was really your first kill, I can only say that you are quite talented in this area. You handled the bathroom cleanly, and your escape route was well-designed. You didn't run into any customers..."

Copperpot turned to stare at Schiller, and he seemed to be stunned by Schiller's evaluation. In any case, a normal person should not look at this matter from this angle.

"Okay, that's all in the past." Schiller flipped through the medical record and said, "Now let's explain what happened recently."

"I advise you to confess, because I am not a police officer. The police may not be able to do anything to you because you are a minor and a mental patient."

"But I am different. At present, I am the only person in Gotham who is willing to treat this mental illness and have the confidence to cure it. If you don't say anything, I won't leave you a bed."

Copperpot's mouth turned down, looking very sinister, and he had a maturity that he should not have at his age.

Then he spoke, his voice hoarse and low: "I am indeed Old The Godfather's man. I don't know why he singled me out, but I did things for him and also killed old Edward for him."

"You should have guessed what I want to know..." Schiller didn't even lift his head.

"He sent me to Living Hell to watch everyone there. He doesn't trust anyone there. Every corner of Gotham should be ruled by Falcone."

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

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

Copperpot's tone was somewhat numb, and it could be seen that some words he wanted to express could not be said smoothly. The effect of the sedative had not completely worn off, so his narrative was intermittent.

"Later, I went to work for Kevin, which was a betrayal to Fish, but I had to do it. Kevin gave me what I wanted..."

"So, I proposed to him that we work together to kill Fish, and then frame Evans, undermining the prestige of The Godfather's successor."

"For me, this was a win-win situation. It could help me get rid of Fish's torture and also save my mother..."

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

After finishing, Copperpot still trembled all over, as if he was still trapped in some memories. Schiller wrote and drew on his medical records silently for a while. Copperpot finally couldn't help it. He looked at Schiller.

Schiller just focused on staring at his medical records and didn't make any comments on the story. Copperpot's tears flowed out of his eyes, his face pale, and he looked very pitiful. Schiller put down his medical records expressionlessly, looked into his eyes, and said, "Stop your nonsense. Your story is very exciting, but you made a very serious mistake..."

Copperpot looked at him, and his tears flowed out from his eye sockets. He looked very helpless. Schiller put down his medical records and looked at him. "Crying won't work. Those who know me well know that I am not a mediocre doctor, but a very unscrupulous one."

"Your biggest mistake was not investigating the doctor's resume before making this plan..."

"Doctor, I know I don't have any evidence, but I am the only witness..."

"Okay, if you insist, then let's start from the most recent crime scene."

"Victor and I went to the scene where your mother was kidnapped. According to you, Maroni's men kidnapped your mother."

"That was indeed a very typical kidnapping scene. Someone sneaked into your house, drugged your mother, and then took her away while she was unconscious."

"Superficially, it looks like that, but Mr. Copperpot..." Schiller looked at Copperpot's eyes and said, "You obviously have never done a real kidnapping case. There are loopholes everywhere in this scene."

Copperpot didn't speak, he just stared at Schiller, and Schiller continued, "First of all, almost no one in Gotham chooses to sneak in when committing a kidnapping case. They usually just smash the door, rush in, shoot at all living things, then take the bodies away, wipe away the bloodstains, and then say they kidnapped your loved ones. In fact, your loved one's body has already been thrown into the sea."

"Of course, I assume Maroni is a civilized person, but I believe he doesn't need to sneak in this way, and he doesn't need to use sleeping pills. Even if your mother is strong, she cannot resist four or five gangsters. They just need to rush in, knock her out, and then drag her away. Sleeping pills are completely unnecessary."

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

"For example, the fighting scene you arranged, that's completely unnecessary. Who do you think your mother is? A retired female agent? Did she fight with the gangsters with a chair when they broke in?"

"You did too much." Schiller concluded, "Trying to restore the perfect crime method, trying to create a realistic scene, and even designing the intruder's route and deliberately left their actions on the table and sofa..."

"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. Violence is the main method of breaking in, and there are loopholes in the crime process. This is most of the gang kidnapping cases."

"Because you are naturally thin, most of the murder methods you adopt are based on intelligence. However, for those strong gang members, there is no need to do so much."

"They are not like you, struggling to pry open a lock. There is no door that cannot be opened with a submachine gun or bomb in this world. It takes only five minutes to complete the task, and no one will spend two hours studying the infiltration route."

"You are using your own criminal thinking to impose it on those gangsters, just like letting a big and strong cowboy wear a lace dress."

"As for the scene you arranged..." Schiller picked up the medical record again and said mercilessly, "I can only give you a failing grade."

"Without the pressure of The Godfather, your independent work is a mess, far inferior to the murder method used to kill old Edward. I even suspect that you hired someone to write it for you..."