The scale of this banquet was not large, and there was no dance. In a restaurant that looked retro or even a little old, a long table was filled with chairs on both sides, dark red table flags and carved candlesticks, expressing
In an old-school style, a man in a black suit and white gloves opened the door, and the guests took their seats one by one.
It's not yet time to start the banquet, so the guests haven't arrived yet. Bruce came earlier. He took Jason and Tim to their seats. The two children sat on his right side, and the one closer to him was Tim.
Mu.
Bruce sat on the left side of the table, facing the door of the room, very close to the main seat, demonstrating his important status.
The other guests who came in one after another did not show any surprise when they saw the two children beside him. This is a common social method in upper class society. If you can't squeeze into a banquet, then find a way to make yourself
The children go in.
They would only make guesses about the families of these two children, and guess which lucky person was connected to the Wayne family, but Bruce, who was sitting in his seat, was not at all as calm as he appeared.
When people are waiting for the lottery draw, they have a strange emotion. They don't want that moment to come, but they also hope it will come quickly.
Bruce didn't know which Schiller he would draw. He just hoped that it wouldn't be the one he least wanted to see.
But before that, he heard another bad news. Clark Kent, an intern reporter from Metropolis, who was supposed to come with Mayor Roy, could not come because of some personal matters of his.
Jason, who was sitting under the seat, shook his head heavily and said loudly to Tim next to him: "Does he know? At no time, you think I am really not unlucky."
"You know, I have nothing to fear." Tim also raised his voice and said, "This is my teacher and my enemy. What can Xue Chun do to me?"
But even if no one has any guesses, there are still people who dare to speak, even if they are two victims.
"Your, your piece! If it's pork, you have no experience!"
Everyone was staring at the TV, but at that moment, a fierce voice sounded from the table: "What you are eating is pork. Is the pork poisonous? But the heat is too high."
The appetizer is preceded by the main course, which is also a very common grilled ribs, accompanied by Italian roasted vegetables. Once the lid of the main course is opened, the aroma of the meat will inevitably spread.
"Because... human flesh tastes like that."
Falcotto's hand holding the wine glass tightened, and his eyebrows furrowed deeply. I waved my hand, trying to ask the superior in front of me to drag the man back.
"Throw a little more residue out of the pig pen, let you be grateful, full of pride, walk to the slaughterhouse with your chest held high and your head raised, to prove your worth!"
"It was just an unusual family banquet. A small family must be free and easy. Even if there is nothing to talk about, you should enjoy the delicious food first."
Even if everyone knows that today’s task is to eat, the instinctive human appetite still makes us pick up the knife and fork again and end the meal withdrawal.
What I did or said seemed strange, but on the contrary, I was the one who behaved most abnormally.
"...Why is he so serious?"
But there was only one person who stood out, and everyone's eyes were focused on me.
The chest part of the corpse completely disappeared, including the heart, lungs and skin, but a very small number of spines remained in place, and what can be clearly seen is that the ribs connecting the spine have all disappeared.
Everyone who came back had relaxed expressions as if they had not enjoyed the banquet, including the hosts of the banquet, Mr. and Mrs. Brusner. It was as if everyone knew what was going to happen, and everyone was guessing.
How will these things happen?
Everyone looked at the window on one side of the room like a frightened bird. Albert, who was facing away from the window but was closest to the window, turned around and saw a hanging figure smashed under the window.
We all looked pretty when we were eating. Did anyone pick up the ribs and gnaw directly? A few people were quickly separating the bones and meat, and then chewing and swallowing quickly. Therefore, it took more than ten minutes to finish a main dish, and a few people were also
Only ate half of it.
Anyone who didn't check the condition of the meat was stunned.
In an instant, a series of vomiting sounds could be heard around the dining table. After getting a regular answer from the murderer, some people still had no illusions, but before they got the answer of "what if", they felt like vomiting, but they didn't come yet.
In time.
Use the sharp tip of a steak knife to slit the membrane along the center of the ribs, insert a fork to one side, and then use the knife to pick out the bones, leaving a broken piece of meat.
The TV was placed at the end of the dining table, a whole dining table away from the main seat, and far away from Albert and Schiller who were very close to the main bathroom.
And within a few seconds of our eye contact, everyone understood what we were thinking, and at the same time realized that the people sitting under the same table with us who had regressed to civilized communication were actually a group of people who wanted us to
A pervert who eats human flesh.
"You just vomited it out, so actually, have you..."
Before fixing the middle of the meat with a fork, cut off the two large sections at the back and front. Due to the cooking method, there is no dry wood, leaving only the worst-tasting part in the middle. Use a fork to insert it into the mouth, and then put it in the mouth.
End chewing.
"It's human."
"We said you are a pig and can eat these things."
"You rush down and pick up the debris."
It cannot be said that the people at that table are controlling the city of Gotham, holding less than 40% of the power.
A very small number of people are still feeling disgusted by the facts they just guessed. Some people reach out their hands to push the plate far away. Some people are trying to think about what the content of the poem represents. Some people still seem to be confused.
Still not understanding, he glanced at the others.
"Do they think it's not always open? Yes, you have to tell them that among everyone present, not half of the people here eat real pork, and the other half..."
"You have seen a pig stretch itself to death on a hungry night."
"Stupid old men, they must not have guessed what they ate, but it doesn't matter, they have always regarded us as human beings, and we have always been just poor pigs, just like you."
"vomit!"
When this ups and downs tone echoed outside the empty room, it was like the lights in a theater, clearly illuminating the images of all the beings in the audience with different postures.
"These people who are blocking you are afraid that you will get sick."
Everyone present was stupid. Seeing Albert's expression, we all guessed something. Then he looked at the food on the plate in disbelief, and Gordon's face became less pale.
"But... I also want to be a pig."
But at that time, a series of lower-pitched laughter came again, and this familiar voice from the TV series came again: "Not half of the people are very lucky. Oh, I'm sorry, you mean the people who have eaten real pork.
Because there is no poison in real pork.”
Xue Chunzhi had forgotten his other mission there, which was to prevent the murder from happening. I glanced at every guest who was seated, remembering every detail under us, and making sure that I would miss any possibility.
There were clues of existence, while Schiller sat quietly where he was.
But my first reaction was surprise, because the figure was still alive, and the rope was tied under my neck, but passed through my armpits and tied like a hazard suit for a low-altitude window cleaning worker.
"The belly it eats is round and the bran and fruits gush out from its intestines."
As Falcotto finished speaking, the waiter who was passing the dishes finished and walked back to place one dish after another in front of all the guests. The dishes were indeed very special, and they were all the most common Italian dishes.
"Then you discovered that what they eat is bran and fruits."
At that time, a voice came from the TV again.
However, no one expected to see any unique and innovative dishes at that time. Everyone knew that we were here to eat.
But Albert's movements were even slower. I rushed down and cut the rope that was hanging the man.
At that moment, a sound of footsteps came from the door. The knuckles of Albert's hand placed under the table relaxed visibly. I put away my hand and leaned forward, staring at the door.
Schiller wiped his mouth with a napkin, and looked at Xue Chunzhi with his barren eyes. In an instant, Albert no longer had a bad premonition. I felt that I should ask.
Schiller handed the red wine to the waiter next to him and sat down opposite Albert. Before Xue Chunzhi could say anything, the Brusners had not retreated. Following closely behind him was the current actual head of the Gotham Police Department.
The person in charge, Gordon, and two other police officers.
Then, Xue Chunzhi heard Schiller say in an elegant and urgent tone:
This is Schiller, I am eating quickly.
The people on the TV didn't continue talking, but everyone understood what I meant, so everyone turned their attention to the plate again.
What horrified others was that the man was covered with bombs and had a sign hanging under his neck, with a number representing a TV channel written underneath.
Albert also set his sights on Schiller. I also wanted to know how the professor got that answer?
The restaurant is located on the seventh floor. Even if the floor height of an old-fashioned manor is lower than that of a regular building, the height would be fatal.
When Schiller appeared, Tim heard Albert curse loudly, and I had never heard Albert curse anyone since.
"No one said that the genes of humans and pigs are actually very similar." A voice came from the TV, but the other party did not show up. The camera quickly moved back and stopped under the broken chest of the corpse. The other party, in a dramatic way,
The performance ended with an exaggerated tone and a poem recited:
Afterwards, the person who swore that what he was eating was pork threw the meat out as if his hands were hot. Even though someone said it, the same prayer rang in our hearts.
The moment the channel debugging failed, what appeared below was a bloody picture that made people feel physically uncomfortable.
The reason why the atmosphere is so relaxed has nothing to do with the current situation. The Brusner family, Wayne Group and the city government are all in a complete cooperative relationship, and we all want to demonstrate our authority.
"We came down and cursed and beat you."
"What did they just think of?" The voice came from the TV again: "They not only felt guilty about this, but also felt happy, but in fact, it was the first time."
"They have sat at the dining table several times, eating these carefully cooked meats of the same kind, with their faces filled with the joy of harvest."
Albert frowned, and I ended up thinking about the loopholes in it, but to be honest, it was strange at all for a madman in Gotham to do something like that. It was all a matter of consideration. Whether our execution ability can do it, as long as
If you are crazy enough, you can definitely do it.
In the center of the screen, a corpse was lying under the floor. The blood that had flowed out had not been completely dissolved. It was spread flat under the floor, like a dirty carpet that had not been washed for a long time.
When he took the fork out of his mouth, he looked down along his thin lips and over the straight bridge of his nose. His gray eyes were always focused, but they seemed too focused.
Just like the history of evolution, in order to make people remember to eat what they should eat, the action of vomiting is always filled with joy, but the person who vomits it out is even happier. Screams and sobs can be heard around the dinner table.
Did the expected explosion sound come, but did Albert relax because of it? On the contrary, my face darkened, because I understood that the other party definitely wanted to blow up everyone outside, which proved that,
I'm afraid I want to do a smaller job.
After a while, two superiors pushed over a very small TV set. The screen was small, but thin enough. In that era, it was considered too early to be rejected.
But that means that we will let it go, friction is inevitable and will come. Everyone from all directions is thinking about how to survive in the cracks, whether they will be affected by the aftermath of the collision, or even gain some benefits from it.
.
"Hehehe... Look at their scared looks. Those are not you. They are stupid pigs who chose their own path."
"So, of course they feel guilty... Friends, raise a glass! Keep celebrating as they have done in the past, raising you, slaughtering you, cutting up your meat, cooking and eating!"
But at that time, a series of high-pitched laughter came from the TV again, drawing everyone's attention back.
"You took off the pig head mask and blended in with them."
In my opinion, there are no clues in the meat itself that cannot be used, because as Schiller said, the heat of the meat is too high, and basically it is not possible to judge what details are there. Even if there are no clues, we cannot speculate backwards, but
In fact, there is no substantial evidence that can determine the answer.
Falcotto placed the knife and fork heavily and raised the wine glass. Just when I was about to say something, there was a "bang" and a white shadow hit the window.
"So, you often envy pigs."
Falcotto turned to his superior next to him and said: "Go get a TV that is small enough and can be turned on regularly. You can adjust the wrong channels and see what tricks I want to do."
A sound of vomiting came from one side of the dining table, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound. Tim covered his mouth, leaned sideways and retched. At that time, Xue Chunzhi also reacted, and I immediately turned my gaze.
Aimed at the ribs on the plate.
Now there are two murder cases, respectively corresponding to the Brusner family and the city government. Who is the most unlikely person to commit the crime?
Xue Chunzhi saw that Schiller was in a hurry to peel off the meat from the bones and cut it open, then put it out of his mouth, paused for a while, then stopped chewing, and ate without thinking.
Seeing that Schiller had no intention of doing anything for the time being, Albert Changkai turned his attention to the other people present. Half of them outside were unfamiliar faces, including police officers, government officials, white gang leaders, and famous people.
Businessmen and our sons and daughters.
So, Albert, who felt that his reasoning was stronger than others, asked:
"They all know that you actually like to eat pork, and the taste is exactly the same as what you will eat in the future, so if your piece is..."
The others turned their heads back again, and we saw that Schiller finally put the knife and fork on. Those who were anxious about the fact that pork might not be poisonous immediately turned their eyes to me and said:
"How can he be sure? The meat is slowly burnt..."
When some people vomited later, Daxin knocked over the plate. Before the meat fell to the ground, we pushed the chairs away and got on the table to pick it up. Not just to see, there were no traces under the ribs.
Proving that we are the lucky half.
When Zhou Keer comes, he has to be called a pervert.