After confirming that the suspect could be taken away, Brock replaced Gordon in negotiating with the young man.
It must be said that Brock was very talented in this regard; a flurry of flattery made the young man feel incredibly pleased.
If Gordon hadn't known that Brock was fundamentally a good person, he probably would have thought Brock was a corrupt Police Officer who took bribes.
Oh, no, Brock did indeed take bribes.
Well, then it makes sense, he was just playing himself!
Leaving the bar, which now only served one person, the two drove back to the Police station.
The tricky case, after Joe Chill was brought back to the Police station, progressed unexpectedly smoothly.
All the resistance and difficulties from various parties that would normally be encountered in previous cases vanished in an instant, even giving Gordon the illusion that he had left Gotham.
Was this scene of unity, dedication to solving the case, and serving the people truly the Gotham Police Department he was familiar with?
His colleagues, one by one, seemed to have transformed into beings who loathed evil, eager to catch the murderer as soon as possible and avenge their beloved Wayne Couple.
Another reason for the smooth progress was the suspect, Joe Chill, himself.
It was clear that within the sphere of influence controlled by the Falcone Family, Mr. Joe had already suffered some extrajudicial torture.
Only after he was brought back to the Police station and examined by the Doctor did Gordon realize this.
It wasn't that the Falcone Family only hit his face, causing the severe injuries there.
Every part of his body that could be attended to had been.
Even after his injuries were healed and he was placed at the Police station, his face remained as pale as paper, his eyes hollow and lifeless, and his body trembled slightly.
In the Police station's interrogation room, facing Gordon's questions about the murder of the Wayne Couple, he answered every question and readily confessed to being the murderer.
Gordon had also suspected whether there was a conspiracy behind this case, such as a hostile takeover of Wayne Group, or a plot against the Wayne Family.
Later, he and Brock met some people who knew Joe Chill and discovered that this guy was truly an ordinary, yet incredibly pathetic, individual.
As the young man said, this fellow had fallen into gambling, deeply mired in debt, and was driven to near madness by the endless cycle of debt.
To repay his debts, he gambled everything, embarking on a path of crime.
Gordon also found the means by which he acquired the firearm.
Although there were indeed some issues, in a city like Gotham, selling contraband was not uncommon.
Regarding the gambling he participated in, the Police also conducted a detailed investigation.
Yes, he was indeed set up and tricked out of all his money.
This isn't Gotham's problem!
Isn't that the fate of most gamblers who lose everything?
This time, Gotham stated it wouldn't take the blame.
Blinded by greed and desire, he ultimately became a pawn in someone else's game.
Uh... but thinking about it that way, the fact that Gotham can produce such a standard anti-gambling case only proves its exceptional talent.
Even the most outlandish criminals from other places are reasonable in Gotham!
After confirming there were no other omissions, Gordon proceeded with the final procedures for Joe Chill's incarceration.
Just then, a Police Officer rushed in, a hint of nervousness in his expression, and whispered a few words into Gordon's ear.
Gordon was first startled upon hearing it, an unconcealable expression of surprise and confusion appearing on his face.
He never imagined that at this critical juncture, Gwendolyn Wayne would actually arrive.
Gordon took a deep breath, motioned to Brock beside him, and the two quickly walked towards the Police station's reception area.
Coincidence, although they had just finalized everything on their end, Miss Wayne arrived, but it should only be a coincidence.
Gordon touched the PSP-like device in his pocket.
It should only be a coincidence.
Gordon pushed open the door to the waiting room, and as he saw Gwen from a distance, his steps unconsciously slowed.
The 8-year-old girl was holding a teacup, and the old butler, Alfred, was not with her.
She was still wearing a black suit, the black fabric gleaming with a subtle luster.
But when she looked up at Gordon, Gordon was stunned.
Her expression was identical to four years ago.
This was beyond what mere composure could explain.
"Miss Gwen, why have you come?" Gordon frowned slightly, a hint of wariness unconsciously entering his tone.
After all, this matter was too coincidental, so much so that he couldn't help but feel guarded.
If Brucey were standing in front of him right now, Gordon's attitude would definitely not be this way.
Instead, he would choose his words carefully, afraid of saying something wrong that might upset this child who had just lost her parents and was utterly distraught, truly unable to bear being harsh.
After all, a child who had just lost her parents was so distraught, he couldn't bear to be harsh.
But facing Miss Gwen, the situation was entirely different.
Gordon remembered their first meeting four years ago, as if it were yesterday.
That sense of maturity, as if an adult had entered the body of a four-year-old child, remained vivid in his memory.
And this sense of maturity had persisted until this current meeting.
Their meeting four years ago was right here, just without the butler.
And Gordon felt that the slight smile on her face at this moment was very problematic.
Gwendolyn gently put down the teacup in her hand, her movements too graceful for an 8-year-old child.
She looked up, her gaze fixed on Gordon, her eyes revealing a depth unsuited for her age, and asked, "Officer Gordon, I would like to ask, has the murderer of my parents been caught?"
Gordon was slightly startled, hesitated for a moment, but still answered truthfully: "Yes, Miss Gwen, the murderer has been caught. After investigation and interrogation, he confessed to the crime. Moreover, we also recovered two stolen items, your mother's pearl necklace and your father's wallet."
Upon hearing this, Gwendolyn's normally calm face showed a hint of surprise.
"So fast?" Gwendolyn murmured softly, her voice filled with disbelief, "Am I still in Gotham?"
What did Gotham do to you???
Gordon suppressed the urge to complain, his mouth twitching slightly, but quickly regaining a serious expression.
He cleared his throat, looking at Gwendolyn frankly, and said, "To be honest, Miss Gwen, the reason we were able to solve this case so quickly is largely due to the help of you two sisters."
"If it weren't for Miss Brucey's astonishing memory, clearly recalling the robber's attire, and even drawing the robber's appearance from memory, and the two heirlooms you gave us with their tracking devices, allowing us to follow the clues and quickly identify the suspect, this case would likely have remained deadlocked, and who knows how long it would have taken to solve."