RNP Chapter 3000: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (34)
Chapter 3000: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (34)
Chapter 3000: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (Thirty-Four)
Counting Williams' heartbeat in front of him, after confirming that he was unconscious, Schiller slowly reduced the strength of his arms, and when he retracted his arms, he used the thumb dislocation method to get rid of the handcuffs, reached out and dragged Williams, and made him sit on the chair next to him.
Schiller searched his body but couldn't find the handcuffs key, so he deliberately made some noise to lure his subordinates outside.
He pushed a chair to the center of the room and had Williams put his hands around the back of the chair, pretending that his hands were handcuffed. Schiller himself hid behind the chair and shouted to the people outside.
"Prepare a car for me, or your boss's life will be in danger."
"What are you doing? You lunatic! Let him go!"
Schiller knew he was being targeted without even looking, but he continued calmly, "I know it's hard to find a job these days, and he's offered you a very good salary so you can support your family."
"But I hope you can use your brains and think about it carefully. If you are just an ordinary security guard, patrolling and watching surveillance every day, why would he pay you so much money? Do you think he is a fool?"
The people outside the door looked at each other. It was obvious that what Schiller said was right. Williams was a businessman, not the former gangster boss of Gotham. All his employees were hired by him. Although having such a high-paying job in this era is enough to make people work hard for him, people couldn't help but wonder how such a thing that violated the laws of economics could happen?
No capitalist is kind. Williams is not a big capitalist of his size, but he is a cunning businessman after all. Everyone who gets along with him can feel his shrewdness. How could such a shrewd businessman be willing to spend more money in this era of economic downturn?
Now that the money has been spent, how could he not want a return of dozens or even hundreds of times?
In fact, the group of people who received the money also had a premonition that what Williams did would definitely not be good, but people are good at deceiving themselves. As long as the cold rain has not hit their faces, they can hypnotize themselves. Now that Schiller has ruthlessly exposed them, they are afraid belatedly.
Gotham is different now than it was before.
Schiller was about to say something, but before he could open his mouth, he heard someone step forward and say to his companions, "I'm familiar with this voice. Please step back and let me see."
Schiller had a bad feeling. Could it be that he was going to run into those bastards who had betrayed their master?
After teaching at Gotham University for so many years, because of his extremely high demands and bad temper, many students wanted to compete with Schiller. Of course, it was not a physical duel, but an academic confrontation.
Gotham is never short of geniuses, and there are still many unconventional people who almost succeed, but most of them turn to behavioral science while conducting research, and then when they have some research results they have to show off in front of Schiller. Although Schiller always acts as if he doesn't care, he has really thought about taking the shredder out of his office countless times.
Fortunately, the head that popped out from the side made Schiller feel very unfamiliar, but the other party shouted in surprise, and then said: "Professor Schiller, why are you here? Don't you remember me? I am Andre... A graduate of Gotham Vocational and Technical College in 1994, majoring in weapons engineering!"
Schiller recalled carefully, then said, "Is your last name Lawrence? How did you get here?"
"Of course it's to make money." Andre put down his gun, turned to the people behind him and said, "Put down your guns. Professor Schiller is not someone you can offend. How have you been lately, Professor?"
"The weather has been too hot recently...By the way, do you know what this fat guy is doing?"
"I'm not sure. He didn't tell us, but I guess it was some murder and corpse disposal job. There were often some strange corpses transported to the crematorium. I feel like this crematorium was built for this purpose."
"Do you know why those people were killed?"
"why?"
"They were silenced because they knew too much." Schiller kicked Williams' calf and said, "This guy is a child murderer. He has tortured and killed at least hundreds of children in ten years. You know what that means."
Andre gasped.
Of course, he came from a gangster family and had seen perverts before, but the gang's operating logic determined that whoever attacked a child would become the target of public criticism.
The original Gotham was so rotten that the gangs left living space for the homeless children roaming the streets, because without children there would be no young people, and whoever ruled the area without young people would be annexed due to lack of manpower for gunfights.
People will pay more attention to children's rights only in two situations. One is that the social living standard is high enough, and the high moral sense cultivated requires people to protect children. The other is that the rulers need a large number of labor forces, so they must encourage childbirth and advocate the protection of children.
There is only one kind of people who don't care about the survival and development of children at all. They are people who have no morals and don't care about the future. They don't care about the impact of vicious child abuse cases on the fertility rate. They are not even tyrants and don't feel that they should be responsible for ruling this country. They are just cowardly but greedy blood-sucking worms.
"I don't know." Andre emphasized, "If I knew he was doing this kind of thing, I wouldn't have come. It's my bad luck."
But soon, his face turned ugly, because he suddenly remembered that if Williams was doing this kind of thing, then sooner or later he would find an opportunity to kill them all, because this kind of thing was even more shameful than crimes like drug trafficking, smuggling, and murder.
In Gotham, if you do the above work, people will only be surprised that you have a side job, but once people know that you are a child abuser and have committed many crimes, your business will definitely not be able to continue. No one will help such a person because it will risk affecting their reputation and dragging themselves down.
Once Williams' crimes were made public, his real estate company and he himself would be completely finished. In order to prevent his crimes from being made public, he might do anything.
The people behind Andre had obviously thought of this, and one of them cursed and said, "Jim introduced me here. He had a car accident two days ago for no apparent reason. And do you remember Angel? He also disappeared suddenly."
"Have any of you seen the old employees from the previous batch?" Andre said in a gradually lowering voice, "There were still a few when we first came, but now they seem to be gone..."
The atmosphere in the room fell silent.
"Professor, please help us." Andrei immediately showed a pleading look, clasped his hands together and said to Schiller, "I know I am not a good student, but my father also helped to transform the living hell. He also donated money to the primary school there. You must help us this time!"
"That's what I was going to ask. Since your last name is Lawrence, why do you do this kind of work?"
"The family changed to a company system, and everyone has to go to work. But my father has a bad temper and offended too many people. He didn't get a good position when he came ashore, and now he has been marginalized. Although life is still going on, money is tight. I just want to make some pocket money."
"It's not me who saves you, but you who save yourselves. Only the evidence you provide can bring this guy down once and for all. Don't let him have any chance to turn things around, and you can eliminate the trouble forever."
Andre thought for a moment and said, "We all just arrived recently and don't know much, but we can help you find the employees who have been here since the crematorium opened. Maybe they know something."
"Take me there."
About ten minutes later, a thin Mexican woman took off her mask and hung her gloves on the door of the utility room next to her. She said timidly, "The boss hired me to clean the place. Did he do anything illegal?"
"It's a serious matter, Aunt Dana. You have three children, right? You brought them all the way across the border to the United States, but do you know what this bastard did? He killed at least hundreds of children and sent all those who knew about it to the crematorium's incinerator!"
Andre's tone was exaggerated, which obviously scared the thin Mexican woman in front of him. She opened her eyes wide with an incredible expression, but then she seemed to remember something, fell into memories, and stood there in a daze.
"You remembered something, didn't you? Please tell us so that he can't do evil again!"
The cleaning lady, known only as Dana, mumbled something in a dialect they couldn't understand, then said in heavily accented English, "Can you guarantee that he'll go to jail?"
Andre gritted his teeth and said, “If he doesn’t go to jail, then he will die. I promise you will be fine.”
"Okay, follow me."
Schiller discovered that this woman looked a little timid, but in fact that might just be a disguise. She was definitely a ruthless person to be able to smuggle into the United States with three children.
Sure enough, she was decisive when it came time to take action. She led a few people to a room in the crematorium. As soon as the door opened, Andre shuddered because the place was full of urns.
"These are all the ashes that have not been claimed recently, which should also include the people you said were killed." Dana said: "They should not have names. You can take them back to check who they are."
"Thank you very much, ma'am. Is your child in middle school?" Schiller asked as he walked in.
Dana seemed to have just noticed Schiller's presence. She turned around, looked at Schiller carefully, and nodded slowly.
"Then consider Gotham University."
"We can't possibly afford the tuition," she said flatly. "We won't take out expensive loans, either. We can't afford it."
"Maybe I can provide some help." Schiller took out a business card and handed it to her. Without saying anything else, he went in with Andre and the others to look for the urn.
There are not many urns here because the local residents seem to have objections to the newly opened crematorium. Many people don't come here. Occasionally there are some unclaimed bodies of homeless people found by the government, and they all have names.
Soon they found four or five unnamed urns that seemed to be placed together intentionally. Williams seemed to be very interested in bones. He not only collected the bones of children, but also kept the urns of those insiders who had been silenced. This greatly facilitated the investigation.
If you don't have the ability, don't be a collector, Schiller thought. When the serial killer club was still active, the craziest killer he had seen just weaved the victim's hair into a blanket. The hair had also undergone countless chemical processes. Then he didn't dare to spread it openly at home, but only hid it in the basement.
Contrary to many people's stereotypes, in fact, most serial killers are not that rampant. The main reason why they can become serial killers instead of being caught after committing a single crime is, to put it nicely, that they are cautious, but to put it bluntly, they are actually cowardly.
(End of this chapter)