Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 52 A World Where Only Romans Are Hurt
A .22 Clipper pistol with the serial number worn off, eleven shiny metal shells, a broken baby pacifier, and a colorful red and blue cornucopia on the table.

The turkey on the table had not been cut yet, the delicious dish was overturned, and the high-end red wine was spilled on the ground, mixing with the sticky blood, making it look even brighter.

Finally, there were five cold bodies in suits lying around the table.

The same method, the same mark, the same murder weapon, brought the same death. Looking at the five people with wild imaginations in the newspaper, Gordon fell into a long period of contemplation.

"Jingle Bell--"

The ringing of the phone woke up Harvey Dent, who was lying by the window. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, walked out of the room with tired steps, and answered the phone.

"Harvey? Where are you?"

"Gordon? I'm at the hospital right now. Greta just woke up this morning."

"You stayed there all night? Well, anyway, thank God, at least there is some good news this morning."

Harvey heard something strange in Sheriff Gordon's voice on the phone, so he asked directly, "Did something happen?"

"Five members of the Irish gang were eating and drinking in a private room at the Astoria Tower Hotel last night when they were shot in the head by the 'Festival Killer'."

"Holiday Killer." Harvey's eyes suddenly froze because he saw Greda's smooth neck in the room.

There were no cross necklaces there.

"Those five guys had the money to go to the Astoria Tower and have a blast, which means they made a fortune—from me."

".That's right."

"That's why you asked me where I was last night."

"Harvey, I'm just trying to eliminate you as a possibility."

"Gordon, we are old acquaintances. I won't get angry with you for this kind of thing, but to be honest, I can't help but want to cheer for the guy who did this kind of thing—"

"Harvey Dent." Gordon interrupted Harvey: "You are the District Attorney of Gotham City. You represent law and justice."

Powerless justice.
Harvey couldn't help but think about it, but he immediately shook his head vigorously and put the idea behind him.

I am the District Attorney of Gotham City and I must represent law and justice.

"Gordon, I can only tell you that I stayed by Greta's side all night. She didn't wake up, and I slept by her bedside in the hospital all night."

"I'm sorry, Harvey. Get some rest. If you need me to, I'll take a day off to look after Greda for you. You can find a place to get some sleep."

"No, Gordon, go do your thing." Harvey rejected Gordon's proposal: "I still have some things to check."

He hung up the phone, confirmed that Greda was still asleep, then drew back the curtains and looked at the beds next to him.

There was a patient and a family member here last night, but his bed has now been cleared. Obviously, he was discharged this morning or last night.

Could it be this patient?
He thought for a moment, turned around and found another nurse.

"Hello, I'm Harvey Dent, the District Attorney of Gotham City. I'd like to ask the hospital's management to retrieve a surveillance video from my wife's hospital room. Yes, it may be related to an important case."

Ma Zhaodi has been living a pretty good life recently.

Thanks to the Corner of Plenty, his living expenses had been reduced. He only needed to buy some meat for his meals, and even a vegetarian feast was fine. The ingredients produced in the Corner of Plenty were of extremely high quality, and even when eaten raw, they were far more delicious than many poorly cooked foods. Now, he would grab a piece of fruit and show it off every day because it was really delicious.

The term "improper cooking" has no relevance to him now. After completing the task of "it is better to open up than to block", cooking proficiency has become the only advanced skill he has mastered. When combined with the Corner of Plenty, he will never get tired of eating even if every meal is a vegetarian feast.

"With my cooking skills, maybe I can directly apply to become the head chef of the Falcone family? Wouldn't that salary skyrocket?"

When he thought of his bright future, he couldn't help but humming while chewing the fruit.

"Hey wait, I suddenly remembered that there is one thing I haven't explained yet."

The moment Harvey saw the surveillance screen turn into a snowy screen, his fists became a little stiff.

Although the whole process only took a dozen seconds, he was sure that this was the only time period in the whole night for one person to enter his room and take away the necklace from Greta's neck, because he was awake when the others entered the room and approached the bed.

Only a dozen seconds were missing, and the patient and his family in the next bed were all sleeping soundly in the surveillance video, so they didn't see who did it at all.

This guy has some hacking skills, Harvey thought silently. He accurately blocked out the dozen seconds he appeared on the surveillance camera. He also knew that the surveillance cameras in the hospital corridor did not cover the area outside his ward.

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone rang again, but there was no name on the caller ID. Harvey raised his eyebrows and immediately became alert.

"Prosecutor Harvey, congratulations on your survival."

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"Mr. Harvey, it's time to divide the spoils. Falcone's bounty is quite high. Rather than letting the Irish gang get away with it, why not use it as compensation for your losses? What do you think?"

"You stole their bounty?"

"Yes, and I've already used it anonymously to pay for the repairs to your house. But it's clear that Falcone really wants you dead, so there's still a good amount of bounty left."

"You can do whatever you want with it. It's not even legal to confiscate it through proper procedures. And if you follow my suggestion—since it's your life's work, it's perfectly legitimate for you to take it—leaving the US dollars to someone like Falcone will only turn into criminal funds, right?"

"It's a very convincing argument." Harvey did not comment.

"Anyway, I spent nine thousand dollars, so I only took nine thousand dollars. The rest is buried in your basement. It's up to you what you do with it."

"One more thing, I didn't kill the Irish gang members."

"If we're lucky, never again, Prosecutor Harvey."

"Beep-beep-beep-"

Harvey Dent put away his phone, his mind full of mixed thoughts.

This guy had no ill will towards me, no greed for money, and seemed to have no reason to lie because he could have simply not contacted me.

So, if it wasn't him, who killed the five Irish gang members? Who is the Festival Killer?
Also, what should I do with the bounty in my basement?

The morning light shone into the room from the window and onto the hospital bed. Greda's eyelids trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes and saw Harvey with a frown beside the bed.

At this moment, she reached out and held his hand, and his brows relaxed slightly.

PS: Some friends asked to see the original picture, so I put it up here. It's right below (you still need to use the Qidian mobile app to watch it, so remember to upgrade to the latest version. The scene is a bit bloody, so you can skip it if you don't want to.)
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