The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Just after the figures of Bruce, Lex and Clark left the empty space, Schiller scanned around the underground cavity, ignoring the half-kilo miniature camera left by Bruce, and prepared to work.

Although it is said to be an experiment, it is actually very simple. Schiller directly turned into a gray mist and floated above the monster egg. When the gray mist touched the monster egg, the monster egg disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, Schiller focused his attention on the ring on his hand. In an instant, he appeared on the empty island in the familiar gray fog space. He turned his head and saw the huge monster egg right next to him.

Schiller circled the monster egg, and he found that although the heartbeat inside the egg shell became faster, it was still very stable, and there was no sign of breaking the shell.

That being the case, Schiller decided to put it here first, and then deal with the outside affairs.

After returning to the underground of the manor, Gray Mist let out a happy Yeah!, and then began to eat and drink.

A gray mist spread, covering the entire empty space, and the sound of click, click, click was endless, and within a few minutes, all the kryptonite on the device was eaten up.

Hi... so full!

Gray Mist let out a satisfied sigh, and then fell silent, seeming to concentrate on digesting again.

Schiller looked at the empty underground cavity, and just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something, and murmured to himself in a low voice: Oh, yes, did Lex say that the previous me is here to stay? Did you download something?

Okay, let me see, where should I hide it?

He first looked at the hole, and then decisively walked away from here.

The first is because there is really no place to hide things in this hole. The second is that if the previous Schiller was an ordinary person, the amount of radiation here could kill him in an instant, and he is unlikely to have time to hide. Hidden here.

Schiller walked out, searched the hall and corridors, found nothing, and then returned to the cellar they had come down from before.

In the cellar and the corridor leading from the cellar to the hall, Schiller carefully checked several times. Finally, he unscrewed a lamp at the top, and then found that there seemed to be a hidden compartment on it. He reached up and touched it. A metalwork.

After getting that thing down, Schiller found that it was a small safe, so small that it could even be held in one's arms. Thinking of Lex's description before, Schiller guessed that it might contain something related to the Dionysus factor. s things.

So, he separated a wisp of gray mist, and prepared to unlock the safe's door.

On the ground of a silver-covered courtyard, the cellar door opened with a snap. The door opened for a while, but still no one came out.

After a few minutes, Bruce and Lex crawled out of the cellar door one after another. Both of them looked around in confusion, as if they were deeply puzzled by the fact that there were no enemies.

It seems that Clark has solved them all. Lex said looking at the traces on the surrounding snow.

Impossible, Clark doesn't kill people.

Lex snorted disdainfully, and said, How long have you known him? It sounds like ten years from your tone, but in fact it's not more than a day at all. How do you know him...

Hey guys, I'm back!

At this time, Clark happened to fall from the sky, with his hands on his hips, and slowly landed on the ground. Bruce frowned and asked, Why did you go?

Lex saw that Clark was chilled all over, his hair and eyebrows were covered with snowflakes, and he looked as if he had stood in the snow for a long time.

I got rid of those annoying agents.

It's gone, where did it go? Lex asked with some doubts: You didn't really kill them, did you?

Of course not, I wouldn't do such a cruel thing, I just let them go back to their hometown.

Isn't that just killing them?

Clark waved his hands helplessly and said:

No, didn't they say they were from the FBI? I tied them together and flew them to the FBI base and dropped them off.

I moved very quickly. No agent saw me, so they still have to thank me. Otherwise, how would they rush back in such a heavy snow day?

Bruce and Lex opened their mouths at the same time, and they looked at each other. Bruce hesitated and said, Have you ever considered that they might not be from the FBI?

But they themselves said they were the FBI, and even if they weren't, the FBI would have sent them home.

The FBI may send them 'back home.'

Bruce glanced at Lex, who was shivering in the snow, and Clark, who was out of breath after exercising, and said, You two should go back to your room.

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked forward, stepping on the thick snow, crossing the courtyard, and returning to the banquet hall.

The banquet hall was still in a mess. The tablecloths fell to the ground, candlesticks and tableware were scattered everywhere. Bruce stepped over these obstacles and walked straight in. He and Benjamin still had a score to settle.

According to his speculation, Benjamin should be silently observing the situation in the courtyard on a relatively high floor. It may be the high-rise of the main building of the manor, or it may be the high-rise of the tower next to it. Bruce decided to go to the nearest high-rise of the main building to investigate first.

As soon as he reached the fourth floor, Bruce found some clues. There were almost no ordinary residents here, but there were a lot of traces of human activities.

After going up another floor and reaching the fifth floor, Bruce was even more confused. There was a lot of messy things here, and he couldn't understand what they were used for.

It looks like someone is deliberately guiding someone up, Bruce speculates, but he is sure that the guided target is not himself, because those traces have already been checked, and Bruce feels that this is not a clever At least he will not fall for the trap.

Just as he crossed the corridor, turned a corner, and was about to walk into the stairwell, he saw a dead body lying on the floor of the landing in the middle of the stairs—it was Benjamin.

Bruce's eyes narrowed. After he walked up the stairs, he began to examine Benjamin's body. From the state of the wound and blood, it seemed that Benjamin had just died not long ago. The person who did it was very experienced and killed him with a single shot.

Judging from the surrounding situation, Benjamin might be under siege, and Bruce couldn't lock the target, because those banquet guests definitely didn't have the ability to kill Benjamin.

But apart from those guests, those who have this ability are Bruce and his group, or other agents.

Thinking of this, Bruce speculated that it might be the contradictions within the agents that caused Benjamin's death, and the person most likely to do it was Benjamin's deputy Keira.

Thinking of this, Bruce continued to walk up, holding a bat dart in his hand at the same time, and when he reached the sixth floor, he found that the door of only one room was open, and the light shining on the floor And on the wall, like cutting off the corridor.

Bruce walked over against the wall, but when he looked into the room, Keira who was standing in the middle of the room also saw him, and Keira said, Come in, Mr. Wayne.

Realizing that he had been spotted, Bruce didn't intend to sneak any more. He walked in, but he still didn't relax his vigilance. Keira stood opposite him and said to him:

Mr. Wayne, I have some bad news to tell you.

Bruce was silent, but Keira didn't care about his attitude, but said to himself: Just now, for some reason, I killed that idiot named Benjamin.

The motivation and method are not important... Keira walked to the back of the desk while talking, took out a document from the drawer, and threw it on the desk.

There was a snap, and Keira continued, I found this in Benjamin's briefcase. It's about your butler's personal information. Do you want to see it?

Bruce's eyes fell on the thick stack of documents on the desktop. He estimated the content of the documents based on the thickness of the paper, and then stood silently in place.

Keira waved the pistol in her hand and said:

I'm different from that idiot Benjamin. I don't intend to be an enemy of the Wayne Group. I'm waiting for you here just to give you this information as a favor. I hope you don't mind what the agents did before.

That's it, you can watch slowly, I'll leave first.

By the way, it's best not to try to stop me with the dart in your hand. Just now, the communication has been restored, and the satellite phone in my hand has been restored. If you do it, the headquarters will know immediately.

As she said that, Keira strode past Bruce and left the room. After she went down one floor, she came to a room on the fifth floor. Alfred looked at her helplessly in the room.

About ten minutes ago, Keira led Alfred to the room where Benjamin put the materials. Keira went behind the desk, pulled out the materials from the folder, and carefully looked at the contents on it.

Oh, sorry, I was a little curious before, but Benjamin was very vigilant, I didn't get a chance to see it, do you want to see it?

Alfred shook his head and said, When you get to my age, you won't want to look back at your resume, it's full of black history.

Hearing this, Keira instinctively glanced at the Emotion column in Alfred's profile, the long list of names.

Well, anyway, let's get rid of it as soon as possible, as if none of this happened.

Alfred shook his head and said, It doesn't have to be so troublesome. With Bruce's wisdom, if he really doubted me, he would have already investigated the information clearly. If that's the case, it doesn't matter whether we destroy it or not.

Kaila put the information back on the table helplessly, and said:

Even if you have a good relationship with Bruce, according to my observation, he is a very typical American, and he is the kind of person who instinctively doubts everything.

Seeing Alfred's indifferent expression, Keira sighed, she came to the opposite of Alfred and said to him:

Before, you taught me a lot of things. You are really a good teacher. Whether it is public or private, I hope you can continue to live in peace.

Seeing that Alfred didn't want to discuss this topic, Keira still insisted:

I have to make sure that little Wayne doesn't doubt you, or that he has feelings for you, and it's not just that you are paying unilaterally, otherwise, sooner or later, he will hurt you.

Keira directly reached out to push Alfred, saying: You go downstairs and wait, I want to see, this information is placed in front of little Wayne, what will he do, if he really dares to betray you, I just shot him down.

Keira has feelings for Alfred, and Alfred has the same feelings for her. He will teach Keira so carefully, but in fact, he poured part of his family affection on her. Faced with Keira's kindness, Alfred Reid couldn't refuse firmly.

So, after Keira gave the documents to Bruce, Bruce stood behind the desk and looked at the pile of documents on the table. From his current angle, he could only see the first page of the documents, which said Al Basic information about Fred.

Bruce stepped forward and picked up the document. He aligned the document on the table, but instead of opening it, he took out the lighter.

Watching the paper slowly turn into black ash in the flames, Bruce turned and looked outside the French windows.

Behind him, the first page of information was quickly burned, and the words KGB-MI6 agent: Alfred Pennyworth on the top line disappeared completely in the flames.

While Bruce was standing by the window, looking at the heavy snow outside the window, what he thought of was whether his housekeeper had seen bigger and more beautiful snow than here in the vast snow field of the northern country.

But there is one more thing, I want to confirm. In the room on the fifth floor, Keira touched her chin and asked hesitantly. She said, Of course, if you can't say it, just pretend that I didn't ask.

There's nothing you can't say, now your level is higher than mine.

Actually, it's nothing important. It's the Philby List. You know, it's hard for me to persuade those idiots to change their minds. I have to make sure you keep it well hidden, otherwise it will be troublesome if you lose it.

I did hide it before, but later, I wanted to say goodbye to my past identity and return everything to its original owner, so I contacted Moscow and asked them to go to a contact point I designated to retrieve it list.

After I sent the list, they sent agents to pick it up. The list should have returned to Moscow by now.

Back to Moscow? Keira frowned, and said very seriously: Impossible, I have been in touch with Moscow, if the list had returned to Moscow long ago, why would there be such a commotion about Philby's body case of?

Alfred also frowned, he said: I'm sure, the communication between me and Moscow is trustworthy, absolutely no one else interfered, as for the whereabouts of the list...

He shook his head and said, ...I don't know either.

At this time, the manor was underground, and Schiller successfully used the gray fog to cheat and pry open the safe.

After opening the door of the safe, what caught his eyes was not the expected Dionysian factor reagent, but an ordinary-looking folder.

On the top of the folder, a badge with a sickle, a hammerhead and a red flag is shining.

finally……

Just for this bit of vinegar, I made fifty chapters of dumplings.