After the forensic doctor opened the door, he looked up and saw Brock, raising an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his eyes, then asked, "Brock, what are you doing in the morgue? There's nothing exciting to see here."
As he spoke, his gaze swept past Brock and landed on Gwen, a flicker of confusion in his eyes, clearly puzzled by the young girl's appearance.
Brock knew that at this moment, only his explanation would be more reasonable, and he introduced with a solemn expression, "This is Miss Gwendolyn Wayne, the eldest daughter of the Wayne Family."
Upon hearing this, the forensic doctor's eyes instantly narrowed: "Wait, wasn't the Wayne Couple's case still open? How can you let her take the bodies now?"
Brock's lips curved slightly into a confident smile, and he patted the forensic doctor's shoulder, his tone relaxed and certain: "Old man, it seems your information is outdated!"
"This afternoon, the case was officially closed."
"That really is... surprising." As the forensic doctor for the Gotham Police Department, he naturally knew how inefficient Gotham's Police were at solving cases.
He turned slightly and made a gesture to invite them in: "In that case, please come in."
At this moment, the expression on his face had softened considerably, no longer as full of doubt as it had been initially.
Under Gwen's bewildered gaze, his face displayed the fawning expression that others showed when they learned she was a Wayne.
To be honest, every time Gwen saw that expression, she couldn't help but wonder if there were too many sycophants in this DC she was in.
"Miss Gwendolyn, it's cold inside, please be careful." After thinking for a moment, the forensic doctor still felt he had said the wrong thing, a hint of annoyance appearing on his face, and he lightly patted his forehead, "Look, I was being foolish."
As he chastised himself, he quickly turned and unfolded a gurney.
His face was full of apologies, and he said earnestly, "I'm truly sorry, Miss Gwendolyn, I was inconsiderate! Please wait a moment, I will personally bring out the bodies of your parents! Rest assured, I will be extra careful throughout the entire process!"
Gwen was startled by this; how could she dare let him go in alone to touch those two "bodies"!
The two fake bodies were not the correct weight; although shielded by a magic array, as soon as they were touched, the abnormality would be immediately felt.
Thinking of this, Gwen still maintained a gentle smile and pulled back the forensic doctor who was about to go in: "No need to trouble you, Mr. Forensic Doctor. I wish to personally retrieve my parents; this is my last gesture as a daughter, and I hope you can understand."
Gordon had been standing silently by the side.
Now, hearing Gwen's words, he couldn't help but frown slightly, his eyes full of confusion.
"Miss Gwen." Gordon's voice carried clear confusion, "How can an 8-year-old child like you carry two adult bodies?"
Upon hearing this, Gwen was at a loss for words for a moment; she couldn't possibly say that the bodies inside were fake, just ordinary plastic mannequins.
Before Gwen could speak, the forensic doctor put on a touched expression and said, "I never expected Miss Wayne to be so filial!"
He feigned wiping away non-existent tears from his face and enthusiastically explained, "Our morgue has a mechanism that can easily transfer bodies onto this gurney; it's very convenient and guarantees no mishaps."
Good, very good!
Whose subordinate is this? To be able to solve my urgent problem! Add money! Must add money!
Gwen now only regretted not being the Director of the Police Department, otherwise, she would definitely give this forensic doctor a raise.
Although Gordon still had doubts, he said no more, just followed silently, secretly worried that something might go wrong.
Soon, Gwen emerged from the morgue.
On the two-person wide gurney, the bodies of Martha Wayne and Thomas Wayne rested steadily.
Seeing this, the forensic doctor sighed slightly, a hint of pity appearing on his face.
He slowly turned and picked up two brand new White cloths from a nearby shelf.
He gently unfolded the White cloth and came to the cart.
Gordon and Brock understood implicitly and took the White cloths, slowly covering the remains of Martha and Thomas.
However, just a second before the cloth covered them, looking at the two remains on the gurney, Gordon felt that something seemed not quite right.
A strange sense of incongruity lingered in his heart, but he couldn't pinpoint it.
Gwen took a deep breath, her hands firmly gripping the gurney's handles, and slowly pushed the cart forward.
Along the way, her eyes were fixed on the front, fearing that these two mannequins might fall off the cart.
Soon, the three arrived at the back door of the Police Department.
A vehicle specifically for transporting bodies was already parked there, its body painted a solemn black, appearing even more somber under the dim sky.
Beside the vehicle, a group of people waited quietly, dressed in dark work clothes, their expressions grave, clearly there to help move the bodies.
When everyone saw Gwen pushing the cart over, two of them immediately came forward, skillfully and gently transferring the two bodies from the gurney into the coffin on the vehicle.
The entire process was orderly, without a single superfluous sound, and no one questioned the weight of the bodies.
Of course, even if doubts arose, it wouldn't matter; there was still some of the paper Giovanni had given Gwen left.
After placing the bodies into the coffin, they wiped the empty gurney clean and respectfully returned it to Gwen.
Gwen casually pushed the cart to Gordon, who paused slightly and instinctively took it.
Gwen looked at Gordon and said with a smile, "I'll be leaving now; there are many things to arrange after transporting the remains back. If both Police are free then, please attend my parents' funeral."
Gordon and Brock exchanged glances and nodded slightly.
Brock spoke first: "Miss Gwen, rest assured, we will definitely be there."
Gordon then added, "We were involved throughout your parents' case, so it's only right that we attend the funeral."
Gwen nodded and said nothing more.
She turned and walked towards the black sedan that had been waiting nearby; the driver had already opened the door.
She looked back and waved to the two, and the sedan slowly started, gradually driving away with the hearse following behind.
Gordon and Brock watched the Shadow of Gwen's departing car for a long time, speechless.
After a while, Brock sighed softly and said, "Children these days are truly too mature... they don't even react to seeing bodies."
After he finished speaking, he noticed Gordon hadn't responded, so he shook his head: "Let's go, we still have patrol."
Upon hearing this, Gordon also shook his head and turned to go back into the Police Department.
On the other side, in the sedan.
Gwen let out a long breath and put on her gentle smile again.
She said earnestly in a sincere tone: "The house is truly chaotic right now, and I couldn't spare anyone to help. If you hadn't contacted me, I would have been troubled about what to do."
Gwen looked up, her gentle smile imbued with a rare brightness seldom seen in Gotham.
"Thank you so much, Uncle Carmine (Falcone)."