The figure fell from a high altitude, and the moment it touched the ground, time slowed down. The bright red blood spread out like waves. The tassels falling from the gorgeous tablecloth were hit by the splashing blood droplets, and swayed violently back and forth. The silver
The candlestick fell down, and after the candlelight was extinguished, only the smoke line of the bird was left.
At the moment when the loud noise of the fall was heard, all the elegant ladies and ladies fell to the ground in panic. The gentlemen were not much better, regardless of the fact that their expensive leather shoes were damaged during the stepping, as if they were being stepped on.
Like sardines in an unloaded fishing net, they pushed each other, screamed, and began to run away desperately.
Schiller turned his head and saw Lyonel taking two steps back, then covering his mouth with his hands, as if he was frightened by the scene in front of him. His face was pale, his fingertips were trembling a little, and his eyes revealed disbelief.
But soon, he took a few deep breaths, tried hard to calm down, and then shouted: "Don't move! We have security personnel!"
!”
His shouts had no effect. Those violent screams covered all the sounds. People desperately wanted to stay away from the body and this terrible place. Many people fell down while pushing and shoving.
They went down and blocked the way again, and the situation became even more chaotic.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three gunshots were heard, and everything fell silent. The pause button seemed to be pressed in the entire banquet hall. Everyone opened their mouths and looked at the group of people walking in from the main entrance.
The leader was wearing a special police uniform and holding a pistol in his hand. The following people were dressed similarly to him. It was obvious that they were members of the same organization, but they were completely different from the Metropolitan police.
"Federal Bureau of Investigations."
The person in the lead walked to the center of the banquet hall and said, then flashed his ID with a "pop" sound and showed it to the left and right. After putting it away, he reloaded the pistol and waved. The two agents behind him
Walk forward and inspect Mayor White's body.
At this time, Laionel walked out of the crowd quickly. His face was still a little pale. He bypassed the messy place where the corpses fell, walked towards the leading agent, shook hands with him and said, "
Benjamin, you are finally here, I was just about to send someone to invite you!"
"This charity dinner was jointly organized by the Luther family and the city government. How could something like this happen?" Lionel's facial features were all squeezed together, and his face showed an unprecedented fatigue.
He showed a very sad expression, and then said: "I know that the recent security situation in the metropolis is not optimistic. The police chief can't give an explanation, so the mayor and I agreed to let the agents stationed. Who knows..."
The agent named Benjamin frowned deeply and looked very cold, but many people attending the meeting burst out with dissatisfaction.
The banquet had not even officially started. The protagonist of the banquet, Mayor White, had already turned into a corpse. This seemed to tell everyone who came to the banquet that the cumbersome security inspections by the agents were in vain.
Many people in the crowd loudly asked, "What on earth is going on? Why did the mayor die?!"...
"How did you check it?! Can't you even check the gun?"
"Didn't you search me very carefully?"
"Yeah, you didn't even let me bring a fan. How could you let someone else bring a gun in?!"
This banquet invited celebrities from almost the entire East Coast, including wealthy businessmen, politicians, academics and well-known media figures. After the initial panic, this group of people gradually calmed down and began to continuously denounce the group of agents in the center of the venue.
Among them, a famous speaker on Chicago radio waved his fist and shouted angrily: "Look! This is what we get for sacrificing privacy! This is their conspiracy to implement surveillance laws!"
"That's right! Why are you still blocking the door?"
"Go away! I'm going home! I don't want to be in the same room with this horrible corpse!
"
"Get out of the way! Let me leave..."
Benjamin's expression remained unchanged. He looked around with a cold expression, and stroked the lines on the pistol with his thumb. He spoke, and his cold voice echoed in the room.
"The mayor is dead, no one can leave now."
"What do you mean? You want to lock us up here?!"
"How can you do this?! You are illegally detained!
"
Various voices of dissatisfaction resounded from the crowd, but the agent named Benjamin seemed to ignore them. He waved his hand, and several agents poured in from the door of the banquet hall, sealing the place layer by layer.
What frightened the crowd even more was that all the agents were heavily armed, and several attendees who reacted too violently were directly stunned by the anesthetic spray and then dragged into a corner by the agents.
At this time, no one dared to protest loudly. Some people gritted their teeth and cursed in a low voice. Some people frowned and thought they were unlucky. There were also some smart people who secretly took out their mobile phones or other communicators to contact some friends they knew.
, to get rid of this trouble.
The moment the body fell, Bruce had secretly pressed a contact device on the back of his watch. This satellite signal communication device would link the laboratory in his manor and the equipment in the Batcave, providing him with data analysis support at any time, but
Just now, he discovered that all signals had been cut off.
The agents gathered around Mayor White's body to check for clues, while Bruce stood aside and watched with cold eyes. Also staying out of the situation, observing the situation, was Schiller who stood still and did not move.
He was standing further inside than where the mayor fell, so the crowds of people outside did not affect him. He still stood there, holding a glass of wine, and quietly watched the group of agents going up and down near the body.
Rummage.
Although the distance was far away, Schiller was looking over there when the body fell. Therefore, he saw very clearly that Mayor White died of a gunshot wound to the head, killing him with one shot, but falling from the patio.
Falling down made him suffer another internal rupture like all those who jumped from the building.
After discovering that all communication tools had lost their signals, Bruce began to move in the direction of Schiller without leaving a trace, but he found that his professor shook his head while holding a wine glass, turned around and walked deeper into the hall...
Not only Bruce noticed Schiller's unusual movements, but Benjamin also noticed that the abnormality was too obvious. Schiller was the only one moving in the entire banquet hall.
At best, the others could only look in the direction of Mayor White's body, but Schiller strode directly over the candlestick that fell on the ground and walked toward the back of the banquet hall.
Taking advantage of the gap between other agents driving everyone to the wall, Benjamin strode over and blocked Schiller's path. Then he looked at him coldly and asked: "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to the bathroom."
Schiller gave a reason that Benjamin could not refute. Logically speaking, even if the sky fell, people could not be stopped from going to the toilet. This was a reason that could be used with confidence in any scenario.
However, when the body had just landed on the ground and agents were patrolling the place, the person who dared to move first must not be an ordinary person.
Benjamin still looked at Schiller with that kind of scrutiny and cold gaze unique to agents, and Schiller looked at him too, with the expression on his face unchanged, as if he was just stating a simple fact.
"The situation is special, please cooperate." Benjamin still didn't get out of the way, but Schiller didn't intend to retreat. The two were just deadlocked here. At this time, Lai Onel also strode over and smiled at Benjamin.
:
"Benjamin, let me introduce you. This is Professor Rodriguez. He is a world-renowned psychology expert and a master of criminal psychology. He has participated in the detection of many serial murders..."
"Moreover, he is a distinguished guest I invited here, and I also want to hire him to be my son's tutor."
"My son Little Lex is almost an adult. I originally wanted to introduce him to the social circle at this dinner. He is already waiting in the reception room upstairs. I am about to introduce him to Professor Rodriguez. You
look……"
"Mr. Luther, I am just doing business. The turmoil caused by the last metropolitan mayoral election was already very ugly. This time something like this happened again. If it is not strictly investigated and dealt with, you want the whole world to see it."
Is this our joke?”
"I know, of course I know, Benjamin, it's not just a day or two since you came to the Metropolis. We have been together for several months, and I still don't know you well?" Laionel did not back down at all because of Benjamin's cold face.
He still maintained that kind and friendly smile that made people feel good, and said:
"But Professor Rodriguez is not leaving here, he is just going to the bathroom, what's wrong?"
"If I let him go, within two minutes everyone here will want to go to the toilet."
"I can prove that I am not suspicious." Schiller said in shock, and Benjamin immediately lowered his gaze to his face, and then stared at his face.
"Yes, I can prove it." Lionel said quickly: "When the body fell, Professor Rodriguez was talking to me. The two of us were standing in this position, everyone could see it, and it was definitely not
It could have been us."
"That's not what I meant."
To Lionel's expectation, Schiller denied Lionel's explanation. He just looked at Benjamin's eyes and said: "I think you should have contacted you through the hidden device on your wrist by now."
The intelligence agency that arrived sent my name.”…
"Now, my resume should have appeared on your phone. You might as well open it and take a look."
Benjamin's eyes did not move. He just calmly took out his phone from his pocket and looked at a text message on the screen.
Halfway through the reading, his fingers paused slightly, and then he did not continue to look down. He put the phone back into his pocket and said to Schiller, "The results of the investigation will be out in 5 minutes at the latest. I
Hope to see you here before then."
"No problem, come Mr. Onnell, do you want to come with me? This is a rare opportunity. Maybe he won't let anyone go to the toilet again tonight."
Benjamin did not look at the two of them, but turned around and left. Onel hesitated for a moment, but still followed Schiller's pace.
"What's in your resume? Why did he agree?" Lionel looked at Schiller and asked.
"Shouldn't you have seen my resume?"
"Oh yes……"
"Do you think, if I were the one doing it, I would just shoot him in the head?"
Onel opened his mouth for a moment. He was a little unable to refute, but soon he recalled Schiller's somewhat astonishing resume. He had to admit that compared with the murders in his resume that were basically indescribable, the city's
Long White's death was too banal.
On the way to the bathroom, Schiller said to himself: "A gorgeous ball with laughter and banquet, a group of celebrities from the political, business and artistic circles, a group of agents who are everywhere but without knowing the purpose, a body falling from the sky
Corpse..."
"This opening is really like the scenes in some old-school detectives. I think the person who did it should be a fan of this kind of thing."
Laionel heard Schiller muttering to himself in a low voice: "The topic was chosen well, but the timing was a little bad..."
"Professor Rodriguez, do you think this may be related to the serial murderer who has been active in Metropolis recently?"
Schiller shook his head and said: "I have never seen the so-called serial murderer's crime scene, so I cannot be sure whether he is a real serial murderer."
"What do you mean?" Lionel asked very confused.
"Criminals who commit serial murders are two different things from real serial murderers. Real serial murderers are all born killers, cold-blooded, ruthless, and enjoy killing..."
"And today..." Schiller touched his wrist, stopped at the door of the bathroom, turned to look at Onel and said, "The person who did it today should be just a bad criminal who kills for some benefit."
"How do you draw this conclusion?" Lionel asked with some confusion.
"Do you know what I would do if I did it?"
Lionel looked at Schiller and asked him: "How to do it?"
Schiller turned his head away, not looking at him, but said to himself: "At the beginning of the banquet, there will be a host introducing important guests, right?"
“The host will shout, ‘Now, let’s invite our most respected mayor, Mr. White!’, and then…”
"Our respected mayor will descend from the sky."
Schiller turned his head and revealed a smile that made Lionel's hair stand on end.
"Accurate, humorous and dramatic."
This chapter has been completed!