I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 204 Small shrimps catch big fish
"Truman"

An ethereal and majestic voice sounded in Truman's ears.

"Ahh-"

The next moment, the crystal ball seemed to open a gate to hell, and countless undead wailed in pain, scrambling to get into Daniel Truman's hands, and then entered his mind along his hands
"Ahhh!"

Daniel's eyes turned white, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his body shook like chaff.

He was whining, but his teeth were clenched tightly together.

The wail came from his soul.
The group of ghosts devoured his soul and merged into a complete new soul.

Daniel, who received the wisdom of the ancestors, was born.

When he opened his eyes, the deep darkness under his eyes could almost absorb the light of the candle.

"Daniel, you seem to have some"

At breakfast the next day, his wife watched him hesitate to speak.

"how?"

Daniel's smile was warm, like a spring spring, and the softness in his eyes almost made her melt.

"You seem to be calmer and more attractive. In your eyes, I seem to see the starlight of wisdom." The wife said shyly.

"I got the wisdom of the Truman family." Truman held his wife's snow-white catkin, feeling a fresh impulse in his heart.

Think about it, do it.
At this time, the news broadcast began to report the tragedy that happened in Gotham last night. When the female announcer read the name of "Harris Truman" in the death list, the wife lying on the table cried out in surprise.

"Daniel, your father—" She turned her head and looked at him worriedly.

"I found out last night."

He sighed, harshly.
"Oh~~~"

At noon that day, Truman returned to Gotham with his wife.

Without a break, after a hasty lunch, he went to the police station.

After seeing his father's body, he took the "heroic detective" Jim Gordon to inquire about the history and progress of the case.

Well, Jim Gordon is the head of the Mad Men case.

"Don't worry, Mr. Truman, the Crazy Gang also suffered heavy losses in the case of the Central Park Hotel, leaving only Jerome and Barbara Jean to escape.

They have become irrelevant and will be arrested by us sooner or later. "

Gordon's tone was fairly confident, only when he mentioned his ex-fiancee, his expression was slightly unnatural.

Truman's trip was not just to avenge the murder of his father.

The tragedy at the One Central Park Hotel made Gotham's ruling class feel threatened for the first time.

Because Heibang is still concerned about their identities, but the Crazy Gang seems to be looking for powerful people.

The Court of Owls is within the ruling class.

Courts are also worried.

Even fearful of the Crazy Gang and the people behind the scenes.

After all, it is a matter of life and death.

Therefore, Truman wanted to learn more about the case, and also hoped that the murderer could be solved as soon as possible, so that the ruling class of Gotham Gotham could be restored to peace and tranquility.

"Compared with Jerome's whereabouts, I am more concerned about who rescued the Crazy Gang and who is manipulating them behind the scenes.

Detective Gordon, do you have a clue? asked Truman, looking into Gordon's eyes.

"Investigating." Gordon said vaguely.

"Barbara is your ex-girlfriend." Truman said lightly.

"What do you mean?" Gordon frowned.

Truman pondered for a moment, and said, "From your eyes and micro expressions, I think you should know something inside, but you refuse to tell me."

Gordon's pupils shrank, and he was shocked by the sensitivity of the "Second Generation Ancestor" opposite him.

Truman glanced at him, and continued: "Your attitude makes me very unhappy, and I have the ability to remove you from the case, or even directly dismiss the police.

Just use Barbara Jean as your ex-fiancée.

Believe me, no matter what kind of backing you have, he will not be able to withstand the pressure from dozens of top dignitaries.

So, tell me honestly what I want to know, and I will not only remember this, but also promise to use my identity and strength to help you solve the case as soon as possible. "

This is a great character!
Gordon felt awe-inspiring and a little helpless, because the other party was right in everything he said.

"I got an unknown guess from an informant, and I can tell you about it.

But Mr. Truman must promise me that before the news is confirmed, he must never use his personal power to cause any kind of danger to him. "He said solemnly.

Truman smiled and said gently, "The deceased was my father. I don't want to make a scapegoat to close the case hastily and let the real culprit get away with it even more than you do."

"I'm worried that you would rather kill the wrong one than let it go." Gordon said coldly.

Truman looked at him in surprise, "You are so bold."

"I once pointed a gun at Falcone's head, and single-handedly challenged Maroni and Fish's army of hundreds of people during the United Hospital incident." Gordon said lightly.

Truman rubbed his chin, looked at him and said, "Jim Gordon, although your performance in those two incidents was not very good, you are telling the truth."

Gordon's cheek muscles twitched.

"At least you are very courageous, and I was also a soldier, so I admire a tough guy like you the most.

I promise you that I will never shoot the suspect without telling you. " Truman said seriously.

"Theo Galavan," Gordon said.

"Galevan" Truman thought carefully, and suddenly his face changed slightly.

"Why, do you know the details of Galavan?" Gordon was also thoughtful, and said repeatedly: "You said before that you helped me solve the case. Are you going to hide some clues now?"

"More than 100 years ago, there used to be a wealthy family named 'Gallevin' in Gotham, who seemed to have a conflict with Wayne and was expelled from Gotham by Wayne.

I'm not sure if it's a coincidence, or if the descendant of Galavan is back. " Truman said slowly.

Gordon looked at him in surprise, "You said you were a soldier?"

"My experience in the Pentagon is no secret." Truman laughed.

"But you can immediately tell the old story of Gotham more than 100 years ago, and many historians can't do it." Gordon wondered.

Hearing this, Truman immediately blamed himself secretly in his heart. After getting the wisdom of "Truman", he was too flamboyant and somewhat careless.

A lot of knowledge and skills should never have appeared in "Daniel Truman".

There was no abnormality on his face, he only smiled slightly, "Gordon, Truman is also a wealthy Gotham family.

I'm a soldier, but I'm also the patriarch Truman, and at least know the family history. "

Gordon didn't care much about this issue at first, and after hearing his reasonable explanation, he immediately cast his previous doubts to the sky.

"I wonder how Mr. Truman intends to investigate Galavan?" he asked.

"I have to discuss it with the other families of the victims," ​​Truman said truthfully.

"I'll keep an eye on Galavan, and if something happens to him, I'll turn to you." Gordon said seriously.

Midnight, Gotham Police Department.

Gordon suppressed the fear in his heart and came to the corpse cold room again.

A moment later, a mournful howl sounded in the silent and gloomy room, "Jerome killed me, Jerome killed me, yes"

"Uh!"

Gordon's face turned pale, and blood oozes from the corners of his eyes.

He hugged the head that was about to explode, groaning and groaning in a low voice, but his right hand groped around the corpse's mouth, found the devil's horn, and quickly pulled it out.

The voice of the dead stopped abruptly.

He leaned against the counter weakly, panting heavily, sweating profusely, feeling weak and cold.

After a long time, he struggled to get up, opened the next refrigerator, randomly stuffed the devil's horn into its mouth, and chanted the spell softly.

no response.

Gordon froze for a moment, and repeated the spell again.

Still no response.

He came to his senses and carefully looked at the nameplate on the corpse: Harris Truman.

“Truman the father of the Truman patriarch in the afternoon!”

Gordon's eyes lit up, and he had a faint feeling in his heart that he had found the right person!

But he didn't go to Harry immediately, but continued to test.

Because Truman is not the first top dignitary whose soul has lost contact.

At the same time, Daniel Truman, according to "Truman's wisdom", opened his father's secret room and found the dark crystal ball.

He recited the mantra solemnly until the crystal ball glowed blue.

Through the blue light, it seems to be able to see a crypt with dark red light.

The scorching breath passed through his mental strength, making his back sweat.

"Who, who woke me up?"

The harsh sound of a knife cutting glass made Truman almost throw away the crystal ball.

"My lord, I, Daniel Truman, son of Harris Truman.

I am here to report to you this time, from now on I will take over the post of 'Messenger' and report the status of 'Dark Knight' by the way. "

Then, he quickly described the cause of his father's death, and the situation of Gotham and Bruce Wayne.

"Harley Quinn becomes the godfather of Gotham, I don't care, and it doesn't affect the overall situation.

But the Joker almost killed Bruce Wayne.
They should be entangled with each other for a lifetime with a special bond, and would rather die than kill each other." Priest Chihu murmured.

"Are you sure Jerome is the Joker?" Truman asked.

"The clown, there is more than one person, and he is not alone. He is the embodiment of Gotham's crazy factor. But no matter which clown it is, his feelings for Bruce will not change." Priest Chihu said.

"Is it possible that Jerome wouldn't detonate the bomb when Bruce went to see Jerome last night?" Truman speculated.

The owl priest is not sure either.

"Keep watching Jerome and determine what his focus is. If he keeps his heart on Bruce, it's fine, if he cares more about other people."

Truman said: "I have read Jerome's file, he seems to be too obsessed with the witch Harley."

"What's wrong with this? It would be abnormal if the pair of dogs and men don't meet." Priest Chihu said disapprovingly.

"No, it's not a romantic relationship. Jerome regards the witch Harley as a goal beyond."

"It's normal, either she chased him, or he chased her. It's not surprising what happened to those two lunatics." Priest Chihu said.

"But the witch Harley is too strong."

"No matter how strong you are, you are still a mortal, and in front of the great Barbatos, you are no different from an ant.

Remember, your focus is always on Bruce Wayne.

As long as he doesn't die, nothing else matters. " Priest Chihu emphasized.

"I remember." Truman nodded, and said hesitantly: "This time Jerome has caused a terrible disaster, if he is arrested, he may not have the opportunity to enter and leave Arkham again. There are countless dignitaries who want to secretly Kill him."

"Well, Batman can't live without the Joker, and Batman without the Joker is incomplete." Priest Chihu pondered and said, "Promote the abolition of Gotham's death and punishment bill as soon as possible, and then improve the 'Mentally Ill Prisoners Transferred to Arkham' regulations.

It is enough to legally guarantee the survival of Batman's enemies such as the Joker.

As for the revenge of the powerful.
If you can't even overcome this difficulty, is it worthy of being entangled with the Dark Knight for the rest of your life? "

"My lord priest is right."

Truman recounted the conflict between the court and Harley, and asked, "Should I mediate the conflict between the two parties and maintain Gotham's stability, or should I continue to help the shadow fighters suppress her, or even kill her?"

"You shouldn't even care about such a trivial matter, and you still ask me? Harley Quinn is just an insignificant little shrimp. Let them toss about it casually, and it won't turn the sky."

The next morning, Harry flipped through the document Gordon handed over, and said with a sneer, "I didn't expect to catch a big fish, Truman, hehe."

(End of this chapter)