Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 337 Prepare for a rainy day
"Barry, you know what you're saying, don't you?"

Wells couldn't help but scratch his head, a gesture he rarely made before, because it indicated doubt, something he almost never did in the past.

But lately, he's been scratching his head more and more often.

"This is the first time in my life I've heard of a suspect's workplace being counted in the hundreds. You mean the range of people with the opportunity to commit the crime is probably in the hundreds, right?"

“No, he’s a suspect,” Barry replied. “We were originally looking into people who had conflicts of interest or grudges with Steiger, but we found that he had a lot of past case files.”

An ominous premonition rose in Wells' heart.

How many lawsuits does he have?

"Qiao said there are more than 20 cases in progress and more than 100 cases have been closed."

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“However, I checked with the Speed ​​Force, and Joe was actually wrong.” Barry gave an awkward but polite smile: “There are indeed more than twenty cases in progress, and two hundred and thirteen cases have been closed, involving infringement, patent misappropriation, wage disputes, and workplace harassment.”

“Sometimes there are more than one victim in these cases. The police eliminated hundreds of people based on their alibis on the day of the awards ceremony in Steiger. However, there are still hundreds of people whose location at 3 p.m. that day that cannot be determined. They all had motives and time, so there are hundreds of suspects.”

Wells fell silent.

He had actually heard of this ruthless boss, Steiger, but the two hadn't had any in-depth cooperation, so he just thought the other party was indeed annoying and a very rich bastard.

Only now did he realize that his impression was correct, but not deep enough. The other party was a typical black-hearted bloodsucker and shameless capitalist. His actions not only crossed the moral line, but also the legal line.

“Whether Steiger made his fortune through these methods or not, he will definitely be ruined by them in the future,” Barry commented. “Even if we find the six people at the awards ceremony, there will still be more than ninety other people who harbor resentment.”

Wells felt a headache coming on. He had originally intended to use this case to pinpoint the culprit who was changing the future news in the newspapers, but he hadn't expected that there were so many possibilities for the culprit.

How can we investigate this?
“However, speaking of Steiger,” Barry continued, “there seems to be one more thing.”

"Ok?"

“Recently, victims of Steger Industries’ past persecution have started preparing a joint appeal. I expect the news to come out tomorrow or the day after,” Barry said. “He just received the annual award for best service, and the public’s attention hasn’t died down yet. This massive joint appeal is sure to cause a huge uproar.”

"A joint lawsuit. Interesting."

Wells' expression suddenly turned playful: "No matter what the outcome of the appeal, Steiger Industries is doomed. If the victims win, Steiger Industries will go bankrupt quickly; if they lose, Steiger Industries' reputation will be ruined. It's a slow death for a company."

“I think they have a high chance of winning,” Barry said seriously. “At least I hope they win. Steiger should return everything he stole from them.”

"I guess other people think the same way."

Wells wasn't particularly interested in who was right or wrong; instead, he asked, "Was there an initiator or representative for this joint appeal?"

"sponsor?"

Barry thought about it carefully: "Well... they didn't seem to mention that."

Wells wasn't in a hurry: "Forget it, let's leave it at that. If I were the murderer, after seeing this news, I wouldn't think about taking any more action. Instead, I would join the crowd of people appealing and watch the Steiger Tower collapse. That would be a safer and more effective way to get revenge. Now that things have come to this point, are you still planning to continue investigating this matter?"

Faced with the doctor's question, Barry paused for a moment, then slowly shook his head after careful consideration.

"I'm not going to investigate anymore. I just hope things can have a fair ending." Meanwhile, Ma Zhaodi rode his three-wheeled motorcycle, wobbling and swaying, to the Central City Hospital.

He carried the bag of snacks upstairs to Elizabeth's room, only to see Denton helping her put on her coat; the two seemed to be leaving the hospital.

"Oh dear, I already told you, I can dress myself now." Elizabeth noticed someone watching and couldn't help but blush as she lightly patted Denton. "Old Ma's here, let go of me."

"The medical report only said you've improved a lot, it didn't say you're cured." Denton's expression was very serious: "Your improvement is so strange, you still need to pay more attention to your health."

"I'm not made of glass, I don't break so easily."

As Ma Zhaodi watched Denton carefully lift his wife, he couldn't help but think of Mr. Freeze holding his cryo-chamber.

To paraphrase The Little Prince, it's like holding a fragile treasure.

“It’s so cheesy every time I see it.” Ma Zhaodi sighed first, then laughed and asked, “Is Elizabeth being discharged from the hospital?”

“Yes,” Denton replied happily. “I don’t know why, but Elizabeth’s recent medical report suddenly showed that her health has improved a lot. Although her heart disease has not been cured, she can move around freely and can even go home instead of staying in the hospital for observation.”

Ma Zhaodi knew that Denton's joy at this moment was not limited to this. Elizabeth having more time meant that as long as he could win this joint appeal, he would have the opportunity to reclaim his patent and give Elizabeth a heart transplant.

This extra time was Denton's hope for a complete cure for his wife.

"Congratulations, congratulations! From now on, I can deliver the snacks directly to your doorstep."

“How about we go home together?” Elizabeth suggested. “How about we invite Old Ma over for a meal? Denton and I both think you might be our lucky star.”

“Oh, this is the first time I’ve been called that.” Ma Zhaodi’s smile broadened. “Back in my hometown, everyone basically called me a jinx.”

"Then they must not have noticed the good fortune you brought."

"Makes sense."

The three chatted and laughed as they walked out of the Central City Hospital.

Dinner was a pleasant experience. Elizabeth was a great cook, and Ma Zhaodi also showed off his skills. All three of them enjoyed the meal.

Just then, Denton's phone rang.

He glanced at the phone, and the smile on his face faded slightly.

"I'll go answer the phone."

He greeted the two of them and then ran into the bathroom.

“It’s a little embarrassing to make a phone call at a time like this, Mr. Blake.”

The familiar electronic voice on the phone said, "However, there's something I have to remind you of as soon as possible."

“Be careful, someone might come looking for you soon. Remember not to reveal my presence—not even if it means death, Mr. Denton.”

(End of this chapter)