The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Benjamin didn't restrict the dinner guests to move freely in the mayor's mansion. Therefore, the news of Old Pike's death spread quickly. Many people stood by the railing of the patio corridor and looked down. Discussions and exclamations were heard endlessly.

Many people were walking down, wanting to go to the second floor and take a closer look at the corpse.

People are so strange. When the corpse fell in front of them, they desperately wanted to run out, but when the corpse was far away from them, they wanted to get closer to see what was going on.

The only figure walking up is Schiller, which makes him seem out of place with the crowd around him, which Bruce realizes when he leaves the room and enters the hallway.

Standing by the patio railing on his floor, Bruce looked down and saw old Pike's body.

He was lying on his back, with a large bloodstain on his chest, and he could vaguely see the wound, as if he had been stabbed by a sharp weapon. Like Mayor White, he was thrown from a high place and landed in the banquet hall the central.

At this time, several agents were conducting an autopsy with various tools. Some were groping around the body with gloves on, some were recording with notebooks, and some were looking for clues around with searchlights.

And Bruce, who was standing upstairs watching all this, raised his eyes slightly, and saw Schiller who was going upstream. Although the two of them had no communication during this dinner, Bruce understood the logic of his behavior .

You can't say that what's happening in the hall at this time is not a murder scene. In fact, this kind of scene is very common in most police movies or some detective movies.

When viewed from above, the composition is like an old-fashioned suspense movie, the corpse with blood blooming on the chest, lying in a strange posture in a messy environment, the police are in a hurry to investigate the case, and the onlookers have different expressions Different, whispering.

However, no matter from the timing, process, or result, it seems too mediocre. During the period when Bruce was Batman in Gotham, all the gangster vendetta scenes he encountered were worse than this one. Much more exciting.

Gang bosses like to use all kinds of deterrent methods to deal with their enemies. If they are more violent, they will throw their enemies into a cement truck, or tie them to a stone and throw them into the sea.

Family leaders like the godfather, they will invite family members who violate the rules to enter the church, confess before God, and then shoot them in the face after they walk out of the steps and stand on the church.

The execution method of the Gotham gang is much stronger than this scene, both in terms of ritual and effect.

Bruce could almost feel Schiller's bored mood personally. Even he, seeing the shocked expression of the crowd on the ground floor, couldn't help wondering, what are they shocked about?

Thinking of this, Bruce couldn't help thinking, what would happen if this happened in Gotham today?

Just thinking of this topic, Bruce stroked the side of the bridge of his nose with his fingers, as if warning himself not to make such dangerous assumptions, but his thoughts still spread uncontrollably.

He thought that at the beginning of the banquet, when the host announces the list of important guests and reads the first name, the owner of the name will definitely turn into a corpse and fall from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, people will start to doubt and guess each other. When the second murder occurs, his way of death will be very strange and strange, indicating that there is a terrifying serial murderer hidden among them.

At this time, someone will somehow connect to the TV in the hall, and then tell how he was ignored by this society, and put forward various rules and conditions to make people kill each other.

In the end, there must be many who are driven mad, unleashing potentialities they never unleashed in civilized society, engulfing others with a deeper darkness.

When everyone begins to fall into madness and chaos, the crazy laughter will explode along with the thunder on the rainy night. In the dark and deep rain, the explosion flames will light up, which means the appearance of a madman.

Bruce shook his head, took a deep breath, and after exhaling, his body relaxed a little, he thought, thankful this is Metropolis.

After rehearsing the scene of Gotham in his mind, Bruce seems to have lost interest in watching here. He really wants to investigate the secrets behind it, but that doesn't mean he's going to go down and fight with the agents and old Luther.

Bruce walked back to the room, and Selena was fiddling with her wristbands. Bruce walked to the table and took out the box. Selena stood up and stretched her wrists and ankles, and said, Just as planned, I Sneak into each room to install bugs, and you go to the monitoring room of this manor.

Bruce took off his sweater, then opened a bottle of wine, spilled the liquor on the sweater until the whole sweater smelled strongly of alcohol, and then did the same to the pants.

He put on these two clothes, picked up the half-drinked wine bottle, poured two sips of wine into his mouth, and then spit it out again. After making sure that his body was full of the smell of wine, he stumbled out Room.

At this time, almost everyone gathered around the center of the corridor, observing the situation below. When Bruce walked down the side stairs, he did not encounter any obstacles.

He speculated that the monitoring room was on the first floor, so he had to go around the first floor first. He squinted his eyes hard and muttered some inaudible nonsense, looking like a complete drunk.

Just as he descended from the side stairs to the first floor and turned into the corridor, suddenly, he saw a figure standing at the end of the corridor, and then disappeared in a flash. Bruce leaned on the wall and retched, but when he lowered his head , but raised his eyes, staring at the situation at the other end of the corridor.

The figure on the opposite side should have heard the noise when Bruce went downstairs, so he hid on the other side of the corridor, but after a while, he seemed to realize that the person who came was just a drunk wandering around, so he walked again out.

Bruce couldn't see the real face of that person clearly from his angle, so he simply pretended to be the end, clutching his chest and retching violently, and then lay on his side on the ground as if completely drunk.

The figure stayed at the end of the corridor and observed it for a few minutes, but in the end, he still stepped towards this side. Bruce pretended to be drunk and fell to the ground, with one eye closed and the other eye slightly opened a small slit.

The first thing that catches his eyes is a pair of delicate leather shoes, and looking up a bit, there are decent suit pants. Judging from the shape of his ankles, he should be a young man.

Bruce felt that a pair of hands held his armpit and dragged him to the other end of the corridor. He simply relaxed his limbs and did not resist the force, but he could feel that the person opposite was not too strong , dragged him away for tens of seconds, and was about to stop and rest for a while.

Moreover, this man seemed to be a little resistant to the smell of alcohol, covering his nose and coughing from time to time, but he still stopped and dragged Bruce to the corner of the corridor.

After turning around, there was a utility room on the other side. Bruce felt that he was dragged into the utility room. At the moment when the lights changed, he took the opportunity to open his eyes and saw a red hair.

Bruce was pulled by those hands and thrown into the corner of the utility room, with his back against a pile of cardboard boxes. He didn't open his eyes until he saw the man turn around through the gaps in his eyes.

He saw a red-haired young man in a suit, looking tall and thin. At this moment, he was turning around and walking out of the utility room. After a while, when he came back, he was holding the bag that Bruce had been holding in his hand The bottle, and he spilled the rest of the bottle on the floor.

When he turned around, Bruce closed his eyes for a moment, and saw that he was fiddling with a lighter in his hand.

Bruce adjusted his breathing slowly, and at the moment the lighter ignited lightly, he jumped up, rushed forward, grabbed the opponent's neck, and pressed him against the wall.

He saw a young face with a shocked expression, and Bruce asked coldly, Who are you?

The other party seemed to be really shocked, his chest trembled a few times, his face was flushed, Bruce held him down with one hand, and reached out to close the door of the utility room with the other, and then locked it.

Then, he let go of his hand, allowing the red-haired boy to hold his neck and cough, and when he finally calmed down, what Bruce didn't expect was that the boy half-kneeled on the spot and laughed.

Hahahahahaha, Bruce Wayne...Bruce Wayne...

The boy kept repeating Bruce's name. Bruce took two steps back, crossed his arms, and asked with a frown, You know me?

Of course, hahahahaha, do you know how funny it is? That idiot...that idiot...the only thing I firmly believe in is actually false...

After laughing for a long time, he finally straightened up, leaned against the wall, raised his head, covered his neck, gasped for a while, looked into Bruce's eyes and said, Hi, my name is Lex Luthor.

Bruce frowned. He vaguely remembered seeing him at a party, but they were both young at that time, and their appearance had changed a lot until now.

Moreover, if Bruce remembered correctly, Lex appeared in the image of an autistic child. He didn't talk to anyone, but just sat on the sidelines by himself.

If my guess is correct, you may be thinking back to the last time we met, wondering, I should be an autistic patient, why can I communicate with you smoothly now?

Lex has a mocking smile on his face that makes Bruce uncomfortable and reminds him of another madman.

This has to start with a fool.

Lex looked Bruce up and down his eyes, then said:

Starting from a fool who always thinks that little Wayne is really a playboy and keeps whispering in my ear...