In the car, Gordon's face was pale. Five murder cases had occurred in just a few days. Not only had all the victims been important people, but their deaths had also been elaborate. Gordon was under immense pressure.
Unlike Batman, Gordon truly was only an ordinary person. He had exhausted himself over the past few days, staying up night after night and rushing everywhere. By the time he was in the car, his voice was so hoarse he could barely speak.
Raindrops struck the car windows. Sitting in the passenger seat, Schiller turned to look at Gordon's pale face and said, "Sheriff, why don't you go back and get some rest first?"
Gordon gave a somewhat forced smile. "A few days ago, I was saying the same thing to Batman. I didn't expect it to be my turn today. But my answer is the same as his—I think I'm fine. At least, lasting until dawn shouldn't be a problem..."
Schiller seemed about to say something, but Batman said, "We're here."
He sounded somewhat urgent, because this was the boarding school Dick attended. Dick had only started school two days ago. Today should have been his first official day of class, yet this had happened. Batman was worried. After all, he had been the one who asked Dick to study here.
Batman was the first to enter the boarding school gates, but the person who came to greet them first grabbed Gordon's hand, seeing his police uniform. "You're Detective Gordon, right? I was the one who called the police. Hurry to the seventh floor—Mrs. Sanchez, she... she..."
He was a somewhat stooped old man, dressed in the kind of black robe commonly seen at boarding schools. Gordon calmed him down, then asked, "Are you a teacher at this school? What exactly