In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 422: Metropolis Suspect (8)


"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Benjamin did not restrict the dinner guests to move freely in the mayor's mansion. Therefore, the news of Old Pike's death spread quickly. Many people stood by the railing of the patio corridor and looked down, discussing and amazed. The sound is endless.

Many people are walking down, wanting to go to the second floor and take a closer look at the corpse.

People are so strange. When the corpse fell in front of them, they desperately wanted to run out, but when the corpse was far away from them, they wanted to get closer to see what was going on.

The only figure walking up is Schiller, which makes him seem out of place with the crowd around him, which Bruce realizes when he leaves the room and enters the hallway.

Standing by the patio railing on his floor, Bruce looked down and saw old Pike's body.

He was lying there on his back, with a large bloodstain on his chest, and the wound could be seen vaguely, as if he had been stabbed by a sharp weapon. Like Mayor White, he was thrown from a high place and landed right on the ground the center of the banquet hall.

At this time, several agents were conducting an autopsy with various tools. Some were groping around the body with gloves on, some were recording with notebooks, and some were searching around with searchlights. clue.

Standing upstairs watching all this, Bruce raised his eyes slightly and saw Schiller going upstream. Although the two of them had no communication during this dinner, Bruce understood him. behavioral logic.

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 movies or some detective movies.

When viewed from above, the composition is like an old-fashioned suspense movie, with **** corpses lying on their chests in a strange posture in a messy environment. People have different complexions and whisper to each other.

However, no matter in terms of the timing, process, or result, it seems too mediocre. During Bruce's time as Batman in Gotham, all the gang vendettas he encountered were all the same. Much more exciting than this.

Mafia bosses like all kinds of deterrent methods to deal with their enemies. If they are more violent, they will throw their enemies into a cement truck, or tie them to stones and throw them into the sea.

Family heads like godfathers, they will invite family members who violate the rules to enter the church, confess before God, and then shoot them in the face after they walk out of the steps and stand on the church.

The execution method of the Gotham gang is much stronger than this scene, both in terms of ritual sense and effect.

Bruce can almost feel Schiller's bored mood personally, even he, looking at the shocked expressions of the crowd on the floor below, can't help but wonder, what are they shocked about?

Thinking of this, Bruce couldn't help but think back, what would happen if this happened in Gotham today?

Just thinking of this topic, Bruce stroked the side of the bridge of his nose with his fingers, as if warning 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 definitely turn into a corpse and fall from the sky.

Subsequently, people will start to doubt and guess each other. When the second murder occurs, his way of death will be very strange and strange, which indicates that there is a terrifying serial murderer hiding in the among them.

At this time, someone will somehow connect to the TV in the hall, and then tell how he was ignored by this society, and put forward various rules and conditions, so that people can kill each other.

In the end, there must be many who are driven mad, unleashing potentialities they never had in civilized society, engulfing others with a deeper darkness.

When everyone begins to fall into madness and chaos, that crazy laughter will explode along with the thunder in the rainy night. debut.

Bruce shook his head, took a deep breath, and after exhaling, his body relaxed a little, he thought, thank this is Metropolis.

After rehearsing the scene of Gotham in his mind, Bruce seems to have lost interest in watching here. He really wants to investigate the secrets behind this, but it doesn't mean that he will go down and talk to the agents and old Luthor False and submissive.

Bruce walked back to the room, and Selena was fiddling with her wristbands. Bruce walked to the table and took out the box. Plan, I will sneak into each room to install bugs, you go to the monitoring room of this manor."

Bruce took off his sweater, then opened a bottle of wine, spilled the liquor on the sweater until the whole sweater smelled strongly of alcohol, and then did the same to the pants.

He put on these two clothes, picked up the wine bottle that was only half liquid, poured two sips of wine into his mouth, and then spit it out again, after making sure that his body was full of the smell of wine, he Stumbled out of the room.

At this time, almost everyone gathered around the center of the corridor, observing the situation below. When Bruce walked down the side stairs, he did not encounter any obstacles.

He speculated that the monitoring room was on the first floor, so he had to go around the first floor first. He squinted his eyes hard, murmured some inaudible nonsense, and looked like a complete drunk.

Just as he descended from the side stairs to the first floor and turned into the corridor, suddenly, he saw a figure standing at the end of the corridor, and then disappeared in a flash. Bruce leaned on the wall and retched, but lowered When he turned his head, he raised his eyes and stared at the situation at the other end of the corridor.

The figure on the opposite side probably heard the sound when Bruce went downstairs, so he hid on the other side of the corridor, but after a while, he seemed to find that the person who came was just a drunk wandering around, So walked out again.

Bruce couldn't see the real face of that person clearly from his angle, so he simply pretended to be the end, clutching his chest and retching violently, and then lay on his side on the ground as if completely drunk.

The figure stayed at the end of the corridor and observed it for a few minutes, but in the end, it still walked towards this side. Bruce pretended to be drunk and fell to the ground, with one eye closed and the other eye slightly opened a small slit.

The first thing that catches his eyes is a pair of exquisite leather shoes, and looking up a bit, there are decent suit pants. Judging from the shape of his ankles, he should be a young man.

Bruce felt that a pair of hands held his armpit and dragged 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 It is considered too strong, dragging him for tens of seconds, and he has 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 stopped and walked and dragged Bruce to the corner of the corridor.

After turning the corner, there was a utility room on the other side. Bruce felt that he was dragged into the utility room. At the moment when the lights changed, he took the opportunity to open his eyes and saw a 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. Eye.

He saw a red-haired young man in a suit, who looked tall and thin. At this time, he was turning around and walking out of the utility room. After a while, when he came back, he was holding the bag that Bruce had been holding The bottle in his hand, and he spilled the rest of the bottle on the floor.

When he turned around, Bruce saw a lighter in his hand for a moment when he closed his eyes.

Bruce slowly adjusted his breathing, and at the moment when the lighter ignited lightly, he jumped up, rushed forward, grabbed the opponent'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 party seemed to be really startled, his chest trembled a few times, his face flushed, Bruce held him down with one hand, and reached out to close the utility room door with the other, and then locked it.

Then, he let go of his hand, allowing the red-haired boy to hold his neck and cough~IndoMTL.com~ After he finally straightened out his anger, what Bruce didn't expect was that the boy half-kneeled on the spot Laughed out loud.

"Hahahahahaha, Bruce Wayne...Bruce Wayne..."

The boy kept repeating Bruce's name, Bruce took two steps back, folded his arms, frowned and asked, "You know me?"

"Of course, hahahahaha, do you know how funny it is? That idiot...that idiot...the only thing I firmly believe in is also false..."

After laughing for a long time, he finally straightened up, leaned against the wall, raised his head, covered his neck, panted for a while, looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "Hello, my name is Lux Luther."

Bruce frowned. He vaguely remembered seeing him at a party, but they were both young at that time, and their appearance had changed a lot until now.

Moreover, if Bruce remembered correctly, Lux 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 recalling the last time we met, wondering, I should be an autistic patient, why can I communicate with you smoothly now?"

Lex had a mocking smile on his face all the time, the kind that made Bruce uncomfortable and reminded him of another madman.

"This has to start with a fool."

Lex looked Bruce up and down with his eyes, and then said:

"Let's start with an idiot who always thinks Little Wayne is really a **** and keeps whispering in my ear..."


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