Benjamin did not restrict the dinner guests from moving freely in the mayor's mansion. Therefore, the news of Old Pike's death spread quickly. Many people stood by the railings of the patio corridor and stared down, with endless discussions and exclamations.
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Many people were walking down, wanting to go to the second floor and take a closer look at the body.
People are so strange. When the body falls in front of them, they desperately want to run away. But when the body is far away from them, they want to get closer to see what is going on.
The only figure walking up was Schiller, which made him seem out of place with the crowd around him. Bruce discovered this when he left the room and came to the corridor.
Bruce stood by the patio railing on his floor and looked down, seeing Old Parker's body.
He was lying there on his back, with a large blood stain on his chest. The wound could be vaguely seen, as if he had been stabbed with a sharp weapon. Like Mayor White, he was thrown from a high place and landed in the banquet hall.
the center of.
At this time, several agents were conducting autopsies with various tools. Some were groping the body with gloves, some were recording with notebooks, and some were using searchlights to look for clues around the body.
Bruce, who was standing upstairs watching all this, raised his eyes slightly and saw Schiller swimming upstream. Although the two of them had no communication during the dinner, Bruce understood the logic of his behavior.
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You can't say that what is happening in the hall at this time is not a murder scene. In fact, this kind of scene is very common in most police and criminal films or some detective films.
When viewed from above, the composition is like an old-fashioned suspense movie. A corpse with blood blooming on its chest is lying in a weird posture in a messy environment. The police are hurriedly investigating, and the onlookers have various expressions.
Different, whispering to each other.
However, no matter in terms of the timing, the process, or the result, it all seems too mediocre. During the period when Bruce was Batman in Gotham, all the gang vendetta scenes he encountered were better than this one.
Much more exciting.
Gang bosses like to use various deterrent methods to deal with their enemies. The more violent ones will throw their enemies into cement trucks, or tie them with rocks and throw them into the sea.
Family leaders, like godfathers, would invite those family members who broke the rules into the church to confess before God, and then shoot them in the face after they walked out of the steps and stood on the church.
The Gotham gang's execution method is much stronger than this scene, both in terms of ritual and effect.
Bruce could almost feel Schiller's boredom firsthand. Even he, looking at the shocked expressions of the crowd on the floor below, couldn't help but wonder, what on earth were they shocked about?
Thinking of this, Bruce couldn't help but start to think about it, what would happen if this happened in Gotham today?
Just when he thought of this topic, Bruce touched the side of his nose with his fingers, as if to warn 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 announced the list of important guests and read out the first name, the owner of the name would turn into a corpse and fall from the sky.
Immediately afterwards, people will begin to doubt and speculate on each other. When a second death occurs, his death method will be very strange and weird, indicating that there is a terrifying serial murderer hidden among them.
At this time, someone must have connected to the TV in the hall inexplicably, and then told how they were ignored by this society, and proposed various rules and conditions to make people kill each other.
In the end, many people will be driven crazy, releasing their potential that has never been released in civilized society, and swallowing others with deeper darkness.
When everyone begins to fall into madness and chaos, that crazy laughter will explode along with the thunder on the rainy night. In the dark and deep rain curtain, the explosion of fire 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, thanks to this being a metropolis.
After rehearsing the scene of Gotham in his mind, Bruce seemed to have lost interest in watching here. He did want to investigate the secret behind it, but this did not mean that he had to go down and talk to the agents and old Luther.
Bruce walked back to the room, and Selina was playing with her wristbands. Bruce walked to the table and took out the box. Selina stood up and moved her wrists and ankles, and then said, "As planned, I
Sneak into each room to install bugs, and then go find the monitoring room of this manor."
Bruce took off his sweater, then opened a bottle of wine and poured the wine on the sweater until the whole sweater was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. Then he did the same to his pants.
He put on these two clothes, picked up the wine bottle with only half of the wine left in it, poured two sips of wine into his mouth, and then spit it out. After making sure that his body and mouth were filled with the smell of wine, he stumbled out.
Room.
At this time, almost everyone was gathered in the center of the corridor, observing the situation below. Bruce did not encounter any obstacles when walking down the side stairs.
He speculated that the control room was on the first floor, so he had to go to the first floor first. He squinted his eyes hard and muttered some inaudible nonsense, looking like a complete drunk.
Just as he went down the side stairs to the first floor and turned into the corridor, he suddenly saw a figure standing at the end of the corridor, and then it flashed away. Bruce was holding on to the wall and retching, but when he lowered his head
, but raised his eyes and stared at the situation at the other end of the corridor.
The figure on the opposite side probably 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 left again.
came out.
Bruce couldn't see the man's true face clearly from his angle, so he simply pretended to be there, holding his chest and retching violently, then lying on his side on the ground as if he was completely drunk.
The figure stayed at the end of the corridor and observed for a few minutes, but in the end, he still walked towards this side. Bruce pretended to be drunk and fell on the ground, with one eye closed and the other eye slightly opened a small slit.…
The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of exquisite leather shoes, and looking up a little further, he saw decent suit pants. Judging from the shape of the ankles, he should be a young man.
Bruce felt a pair of hands holding his armpits and dragging 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.
, after dragging him for dozens of seconds, he had 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 dragged Bruce to the corner of the corridor without stopping.
After turning around, there was a utility room on the other side. Bruce felt that he was being dragged into the utility room. The moment the lights changed, he took the opportunity to open his eyes and saw a head of 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. When he saw the man turn around through the gap in his eyes, he opened his eyes with relief.
He saw a red-haired young man in a suit, who looked tall and thin. At this time, he turned around and walked out of the utility room. After a while, when he came back, he was holding the bag that Bruce had been holding.
The bottle, and then he spilled the remaining wine on the floor.
When he turned around, Bruce closed his eyes and saw a lighter in his hand.
Bruce slowly adjusted his breathing, and at the moment when the lighter ignited softly, he jumped up, rushed forward, grabbed the other person'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 person seemed to be really shocked, his chest shook violently several times, and his face turned red from suppressing it. Bruce held him down with one hand, and reached out to close the utility room door with the other hand, and then locked it.
Then, he let go of his hand and let the red-haired boy cover his neck and cough. When he finally calmed down, what Bruce didn't expect was that the boy half-knelt on the spot and burst into laughter.
"Hahahahahaha, Bruce Wayne...Bruce Wayne..."
The boy kept repeating Bruce's name. Bruce took two steps back, crossed his arms, frowned and asked, "Do you know me?"
"Of course, hahahahaha, do you know how funny it is? That idiot...that idiot...the only thing he firmly believes in is actually a lie..."
After laughing for a long time, he finally straightened up, leaned against the wall, raised his head, covered his neck, breathed for a while, looked into Bruce's eyes and said: "Hello, my name is Lex Luthor
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Bruce frowned. He vaguely remembered seeing him at a party, but they were both still young at that time, and their appearance had changed a lot until now.
Moreover, if Bruce remembers correctly, Lex appeared as an autistic child at that time. He didn't talk to anyone, but just sat by himself blankly.
"If my guess is correct, you may be thinking back to the last time we met and wondering, why am I supposed to be an autistic patient, but can I communicate with you smoothly now?"
Lex always had a sarcastic smile on his face. That smile made Bruce very uncomfortable and reminded him of another madman.
"This has to start with a fool."
Lex looked Bruce up and down with his eyes, then said:
"Starting from the idiot who always thought that Lil Wayne was really a playboy and kept talking about it in my ears every day..."