There was no moonlight, and the night outside the window was pitch black, with thick clouds and mist, and a storm was coming.
The lonely ghost stood in front of the mirror, his face was pale, he was dressed up, and he had no other weapons except a pair of pale and thin hands.
In the mirror, there were only tiny, scale-like lines on his jaw.
The black glove covers the fingertips, and the other hand is pulling the edge of the glove, letting the tight leather flow smoothly down the palm until it stops at the edge of the palm.
Hold the tie knot with the other hand, adjust the position of the tie, reach to the side, pick up a pen, fasten the cap of the pen with your thumb, and put it into your suit pocket.
Straighten the marlin brooch, fasten the cuff buttons of the shirt, and straighten the hem of the suit.
His eyes swept over the shiny leather shoes, he lifted and lowered the heels, paused for a moment, then strode out, leaving only the dull echo of the heels hitting the ground in the room.
Schiller walked through the corridor.
There was a very regular tapping of footsteps, a pair of frightened eyes were lingering under the crack of the door, and golden hair fell down to his ears.
She saw the heel of her leather shoe stopped in front of the door, one foot stepped sideways, and then spun around.
The toe of the shoe is like a black muzzle.
The hand with the jewelery ring covered her mouth.
Boom, boom, boom...
The knocking on the door was like thunder in the middle of the night.
The crisp footsteps of high-heeled shoes became chaotic, like a sudden rainstorm, and a strong wind blew outside the window.
"ah!!!"
Gordon, who was on the second floor, rushed downstairs. Barbara was raising her arms to block the strong wind blowing in from outside the house, and the window was being blown against the wall.
"Oh my God! I just wanted to remind you to stay away from the window!" Gordon rushed up and hugged his wife, went to the nearby bathroom to get a towel, and wiped the water from her face.
"This typhoon came so quickly." Barbara combed her hair and said, "I thought I could lock the window before it started raining heavily, but the window was still pushed open."
"When the typhoon passes, we will change to a casement window." Gordon promised her, and then he firmly grabbed the edge of the window and pushed it outward. With a click, the window was finally closed.
The violent wind and rain were isolated outside the house, and the interior of the manor became warm and cozy again. The rain and wind howling outside the window could not affect the place in the slightest. Only the firewood in the fireplace was crackling, and the firelight and shadows danced on the walls.
Just as Barbara breathed a sigh of relief, loud cries came from the living room again. Gordon went to make hot tea and said: "It seems that our little Jenny has woken up again. Fortunately, there is a typhoon tonight. I
I can accompany you..."
Jingle bell! Jingle bell!
Gordon gently put down the teapot and walked over to answer the phone. There was a huge noise from the other side, and he could only vaguely hear the voices of people talking.
In order to prevent waking up his daughter, Gordon had to reach out his hand to cover his mouth and the microphone at the same time. He slowly opened his eyes wide while listening to the narration on the other side.
The beam of the car lights pierced the rain curtain, and the red and blue light overlapped and reflected on the crumbling wall in the wind and rain. Gordon slowly stepped on the brakes and rushed into the police box wearing a raincoat.
Standing here, he looked back in the direction pointed by his subordinate.
On the flagpole on the roof of the tallest mansion on the bank of the Gotham River, the slender flag kept flying in the storm, looking shaky under the violent wind and rain, but also extraordinarily tenacious.
But Gordon felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured from head to toe, and the blood all over his body had gone cold.
The forked ends of the flag were shining brightly, like a beacon guiding sailors in the storm.
But those were two high heels studded with diamonds.
That wasn't a flag, it was a woman.
The originally bright and dazzling yellow warning line became a bit dim in the terrible typhoon, and they were all blown to the ground, but no one had the time to lift them up, because no one would surround the warning line in such weather.
Neither do jackal-like reporters.
The two policemen guarding the door were both wearing thick raincoats and holding umbrellas, huddled under the eaves. There were a series of wet footprints at the door, and a large group of policemen had just rushed in.
Gordon didn't even have time to take off his raincoat and rushed into the mansion. A group of people in formal wear squatted in the corner, but Gordon didn't even look at them and hurriedly ran up the stairs.
Arriving at the top floor of the mansion, Gordon pushed open the rooftop door, but was instantly blinded by the rain that blew in.
He covered his eyes with his hands and trudged out against the wind, finally reaching the base of the flagpole.
When he looked up, the woman floating on the flagpole happened to be facing downwards, looking at him with empty eyes.
Gordon's heart stopped for a beat.
But then he quickly waved to his subordinates, cut off the flagpole with tools, dragged it back indoors, and untied the rope tied to the woman's hair.
The forensic doctors who had just arrived took off their raincoats and saw that the blood washed down by the rain was mixed with the mud at the feet of the police officers. The tile floor suddenly turned into a crater, and black and red lava poured down.
Boom.
The body was placed in the middle of the ground.
But there is no body, this is just a skin bag. The upper part of the skin on the head has been taken away, and the skin in other parts has been sutured. When it is hung on the flagpole, the wind blows in from the hole in the head, and the body will be lost.
The limbs supported by bones, muscles and internal organs are supported again, as if they are alive.
Forensics found many sutures.
The suturing technique is not delicate, but it is very tight, ensuring that air cannot pass through and the skin can be perfectly stretched.
Gordon got the victim's information, Gotham City Council member, Evanna Talosta of the City Planning Administration, a 43-year-old female, with a son and a daughter, her husband died a few years ago.
In the first case, this idea flashed through Gordon's mind instinctively. His intuition is not always accurate, but if there are no exceptions, there should be a second and third case.
Gordon received another call.
The same flag appears on top of Gotham Cathedral.
Hoxson Falonek, Gotham City Council member, city government economic and financial advisor, male, 49 years old, has an only son, his ex-wife divorced him and has gone to Europe.
When Gordon arrived, the body had been put down. Daniel, the only old priest, had retired. The new priest was frightened and had been hiding in the prayer room.
Without any useful information, he was keeping vigil. When he entered, he thought it was a newly replaced flag, until blood flowed down the flagpole and dripped from the eaves, and red rain fell all night outside the window.
In cities and towns hit by typhoons, night falls earlier than ever before, with strong winds, heavy rain, and freezing temperatures.
Gordon stood in front of the church door and watched them carry the body into the car. Without any interference from irrelevant personnel, the work went smoothly, without any noise, only the howling wind in his ears.
Back at the police station, Gordon didn't take off his raincoat. He knew that the third bad news would come soon. He just prayed silently in his heart that it wouldn't be a name he was familiar with.
Wayne Group raised its flag.
When Gordon arrived on the roof of Wayne Tower, a man in a black raincoat was dragging the body towards the rooftop door.
In the heavy rain, the hood of the raincoat was taken off, and Gordon saw Tim's face, so he shouted over there.
"Is that you? Tim?!"
"If you're talking about the murderer, it's not me! I just don't want his blood to be blown everywhere and no one will clean the rooftop for me!"
Gordon had no choice but to go up and help Tim drag the bodies into the room. They were covered in messes, and the smell of rain and blood mixed together, making it almost impossible to breathe.
"Do you know what's going on?" Gordon asked in his loud voice, as if he was still in the typhoon.
"I don't know!" Tim also replied: "I have no clue. It seems we were just unlucky enough to be the place where a serial killer dumped his body."
Gordon looked down at the body.
When he saw that face, he was stunned. Then he quickly took out the phone and shouted to the other end.
"Send someone here immediately! The third deceased is the fugitive Circe!"
In the dim light of the rooftop warehouse, the head that had been cut off in half had no air support, and the withered face stuck to the skin on the back of the head could vaguely be seen as a beautiful face in life, evil and beautiful, the one who had previously made the Gotham Police Department
The fugitive witch Circe who has a headache.
The holographic projection screen flashed cold light, Bruce turned his head and said to the others who were still looking at the corpse's face intently.
"We overlooked something."
"Yes." Diana said: "The tragedy may not have happened on Mercury."
Everyone sighed helplessly.
Clark turned to look at Lilith next to him and said, "Is this the tragedy you predicted?"
"I'm not sure." Lilith shook her head and said, "But I really can't predict where the tragedy will happen."
Oliver breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's not the best if something happens to the students, but the preparations we made can also be used to prevent problems in the future, so it's not in vain."
"Of course we are not feeling sorry for this." Clark said: "The key is that this does not mean that Mercury is safe. We cannot leave, otherwise others may take advantage of it."
"If the one who died is really Circe, then who has been wreaking havoc on Mercury?" Diana frowned and said to herself: "Schiller and I both believe that starting from the attack on Bonu
The mastermind behind the series of events is now at the Mercury base."
After saying that, she took out the purple cube attached to Blue Beetle's body and said: "The power inside is almost exactly the same as Circe, who else could it be if it wasn't her?"
"There are two situations now." Bruce said: "The one who died is the real Circe, and the mastermind behind the base is fake. The one who died is the fake Circe, and her true identity is hidden on the ship."
"It's getting more and more confusing." Diana covered her forehead and sighed.
Bruce shook his head and said, "It's nothing confusing."
"If it's the former, then Circe fell into the trap." Bruce sat down again, looked at the lifeless face on the holographic projection and said, "The series of events planned by the mastermind behind the scenes in the base have allowed us to combine all the events.
With all their energy devoted to Mercury and no time to care about Earth, the mastermind behind the scenes can take this opportunity to get rid of Circe."
"Are we going to stop him on Earth?"
"No, but that will expose him. If we, Circe and the mastermind behind the scenes all stay on Earth, and we are paying attention to Circe at the same time, if he wants to kill Circe, it will definitely attract our attention."
Bruce then deduced: "And if it is the latter, Circe faked the news of her death, I am afraid she wants us to return to Earth to confirm whether she is really dead. By then, there may be a bigger problem on Mercury.