Chapter 1178 Professor (41)

The banquet was not large, and there was no dance. In a restaurant that looked retro and even a little old, a long table was filled with chairs on both sides. The crimson table runner and the carved candlesticks showed an old-fashioned style. People in black suits and white gloves opened the door and the guests took their seats one by one.

It was not time for the banquet to start yet, so the guests had not yet arrived. Bruce was one of the early ones. He took Jason and Tim to sit down. Both children sat on his right, and Tim was closer to him.

Bruce sat on the left side of the table, facing the door of the room, very close to the main seat, highlighting his important status.

When the other guests came in one by one, they did not show surprise when they saw the two children beside him. This is a common social method in the upper class. If you can't squeeze into a banquet, then find a way to get your children in.

They would only guess about the families of the two children and guess which lucky person got the Wayne family's line, but Bruce, who was sitting in his seat, was not as calm as he showed.

When people are waiting for the lottery draw, they will have a strange emotion, not wanting that moment to come, but wanting it to come soon.

Bruce didn't know which Schiller he would draw, he just hoped that it would not 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.

Jason, who was sitting in his seat, shook his head gently and whispered to Tim next to him: "You know? Sometimes, I think he is really unlucky."

"I don't understand, what is there to be afraid of him." Tim also lowered his voice and said: "That's his teacher, not his enemy. What can Schiller do to him?"

Just then, a sound of footsteps came from outside the door. Bruce's knuckles on the table were visibly tense. He put his hands away and leaned back, staring at the door.

When Schiller appeared, Tim heard Bruce curse in a low voice, and he had never heard Bruce curse before.

Schiller handed the red wine to the waiter next to him and sat opposite Bruce. Before Bruce could say anything, the Falcones came in, followed closely by Gordon, the current actual head of the Gotham Police Department, and two other police officers.

No one who came in had a relaxed expression enjoying the banquet, including the Falcones, the hosts of the banquet. It was as if everyone knew what would happen, and everyone was guessing how certain things would happen.

Bruce did not forget his other mission here, which was to prevent the murder from happening. He scanned every seated guest with his eyes, remembering every detail of them, making sure he would not miss any possible clues, while Schiller sat quietly in his place.

"This is just an ordinary family dinner. Don't be restrained. Even if there is something to talk about, we should enjoy the delicious food first."

As Alberto's voice fell, the waiter who served the dishes began to come in and put one dish after another in front of all the guests. The dishes were indeed very ordinary, all of which were the most common Italian dishes.

No one expected to see any unique and innovative dishes at this time. Everyone knew that they were not here to eat.

The reason why the atmosphere was so tense was also related to the current situation. The Falcone family, the Wayne Group and the city government were not completely cooperative. They all wanted to show their authority.

Now there are two murders, corresponding to the Falcone family and the city government respectively, so who is the most likely person to commit the crime?

But even if everyone has some guesses, no one dares to speak, not even the two victims.

But this does not mean that they will let it go. Friction will inevitably come. All those who do not belong to these three parties are thinking about how to survive in the cracks, not to be affected by the aftermath of the collision, and even to get some benefits from it.

After the appetizer, the main course is also a very common grilled ribs, served with grilled vegetables unique to Italy. As soon as the lid of the main course is opened, the aroma of meat will inevitably spread.

Even though everyone knew that today's task was not to eat, the instinctive appetite of human beings still made them pick up their knives and forks again and start eating.

Bruce saw that Schiller slowly peeled the meat off the bones and cut it, then put it into his mouth. After a pause, he began to chew, thinking while eating.

Seeing that Schiller had no intention of doing anything for the time being, Bruce began to focus on the other people present. Most of them were familiar faces, including police, government officials, gang leaders, well-known businessmen and their children.

It can be said that the people at this table are controlling the city of Gotham and hold more than 90% of the power.

Their eating manners were very elegant. No one picked up the ribs and ate them directly. Most people were slowly separating the bones and meat, and then chewing them slowly. Therefore, a main course took more than ten minutes to eat, and most people only ate half.

Alberto gently put down his knife and fork and raised his wine glass. Just when he was about to say something, a black shadow hit the window with a "bang".

Everyone looked at the window on one side of the room like a frightened bird. Bruce, who was facing the window but closest to it, turned his head and saw a hanging figure hitting the window.

But his first reaction was surprise, because the figure was still alive, and the rope was not tied around his neck, but passed through his armpits and tied into the shape of a safety uniform for a high-altitude window cleaner.

What frightened others was that the man was tied with bombs all over his body, and there was a sign hanging around his neck with a number representing a TV channel on it.

Alberto tightened his hand holding the wine glass, frowned deeply, and waved his hand, wanting his subordinates behind him to drag the man in.

But Bruce was one step faster. He rushed forward and cut the rope hanging the man.

The restaurant is located on the second floor. Even if the floor height of the old manor is higher than that of ordinary buildings, it is not fatal to fall from this height.

The expected explosion did not come, but Bruce did not relax. On the contrary, his face darkened, because he understood that if the other party did not want to blow up everyone here, it proved that he might want to do something bigger.

Alberto turned to his subordinates and said, "Go get a TV. It must be big enough and clear enough. Adjust the channel. I want to see what tricks he wants to play."

After a while, two subordinates pushed in a large TV. The screen was large, but not thin enough. In this era, it was already quite advanced.

The TV was placed at the end of the dining table, separated from the main seat by a whole dining table, and also far away from Bruce and Schiller who were very close to the main bathroom.

And the moment the channel was adjusted, a bloody picture that made people feel a little uncomfortable appeared on it.

In the center of the screen, a corpse was lying on the floor. The blood that had flowed out had completely coagulated and lay flat on the floor, like a dirty carpet that had not been washed for a long time.

The chest part of the corpse had completely disappeared, including the heart, lungs and skin, but most of the spine remained in place, and it was obvious that the ribs connected to the spine had disappeared.

"Ugh!"

A vomiting sound came from one side of the dining table. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound. Tim covered his mouth and leaned sideways to vomit. At this time, Bruce also reacted and immediately focused his eyes on the ribs on the plate.

Everyone present was smart. Seeing Bruce's expression, they all guessed something, and then looked at the food on the plate in disbelief. Gordon's face turned a little pale.

"Some people say 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 slowly moved forward and stopped on the broken chest of the corpse, and the other party, in an exaggerated tone in a drama performance, began to recite a poem:

"I once saw a pig eat itself to death on a hungry night."

"Its belly was round with bran and fruits pouring out of its intestines."

"I rushed up and picked up the leftovers."

"They rushed up to curse and beat me."

" They said I was not a pig and could not eat those things.

"So, I began to envy pigs."

"I put on a pig mask and mixed in with them."

"Then I found that they did not eat bran and fruits."

"It was people."

"Those who stopped me were not afraid that I would get sick."

"But... they also wanted to be pigs."

When the ups and downs of the tone resounded in the empty room, it was like the lights in the theater, clearly illuminating the audience's various postures.

Most people were still feeling sick for the facts they had just guessed. Some people stretched out their hands to push the plate far away, some tried to think about what the content of the poem represented, and some seemed to have realized something and glanced at others.

At this time, a voice came from the TV again.

"Smart gentlemen, you must have guessed what you ate, but it doesn't matter. You never see them as human beings. They are just poor pigs, just like me."

Instantly, vomiting sounds rang out one after another at the table. Before getting a positive answer from the murderer, some people still had illusions, but after getting a positive answer, it was too late to vomit.

It was like evolution in order to make people remember not to eat things they shouldn't eat. The action of vomiting is always painful, but those who can't vomit are more painful. Screams and sobs came one after another at the table.

But there was only one person who seemed to be unique, and everyone's eyes were on him.

He didn't look strange because of what he did or said. On the contrary, he was the one who behaved most normally among them.

Use the sharp tip of a steak knife to cut the membrane along the center of the ribs, insert a fork to one side, and then use the knife to pick out the bones, so that a complete piece of meat is left.

After fixing the middle of the meat with a fork, cut off the two small pieces in front and back, which are a bit dry and woody due to the cooking method, leaving only the best part in the middle, insert it with a fork and put it into your mouth, and then start chewing.

When the fork is taken out of the mouth, look up along the thin lips, across the straight nose, the gray eyes are always unfocused, but seem too focused.

That is Schiller, he is eating slowly.

But at this time, a series of low laughter came from the TV again, pulling everyone's attention back.

"Hehehe... Look at your fearful expressions. This is you, panicked, stupid pigs."

"Do you think this is the end? No, I want to tell you that among all the people present, half of them ate real pork, and the other half..."

The person on TV did not continue to speak, but everyone understood what he meant, so everyone turned their attention to the plate again.

Some people accidentally knocked over the plate when they vomited, and the meat had fallen to the ground. They pushed away the chairs and crawled under the table to pick it up, just to see if there were any clues on the ribs that could prove that they were the lucky half.

"My, my piece! This must be pork, I have experience!"

"You all know that I actually love pork, and the taste is exactly the same as what I ate before, so my piece must be..."

"I just vomited it out, so I didn't..."

But at this time, a series of louder laughter came again, and the strange voice in the TV series came again: "Half of the people are very lucky, oh, sorry, I don't mean those who eat real pork, because real pork... is poisonous."

All the people who checked the condition of the meat were stunned.

Those who swore that they ate pork before threw the meat away as if it was hot. Although no one said it, the same prayer sounded in their hearts.

And within a few seconds of their eye contact, everyone understood what they were thinking, and at the same time realized that the people who sat at the same table with them and had a civilized communication were actually a group of perverts who hoped that they would eat human flesh.

Bruce frowned, and began to think about the loopholes, but to be honest, it is not surprising that the madmen in Gotham would do such a thing. There is no need to consider whether their execution ability can do it. As long as they are crazy enough, they can definitely do it.

"What did you just think of?" The voice came from the TV again: "Not only do you not feel guilty about this, but you will feel happy on the contrary, but in fact, this is not the first time at all."

"You have sat at the table countless times, eating the meat of your own kind that has been carefully cooked, and your faces are full of joy of harvest."

"So, of course you don't have to feel guilty... Friends, raise your glasses! Continue to celebrate all this, just as you have done in the past, feed us, slaughter us, cut our meat, cook and eat it!"

"Throw a little more residue into the pigsty, let us be grateful and full of Proud, hold your head high and walk to the slaughterhouse to prove our worth! "

Everyone was staring at the TV, but at this moment, a calm voice sounded from the dining table: "I eat pork, pork is not poisonous, but it is overcooked."

Others turned their heads back and saw that Schiller finally put down his knife and fork. Some people who were anxious about the fact that pork might be poisonous immediately looked at him and said, "How can you be sure? The meat is almost burnt..."

Bruce also looked at Schiller. He also wanted to know how the professor got this answer?

In his opinion, there were no clues that could be used in the meat itself, because as Schiller said, the meat was overcooked and basically no details could be judged. Even if there were some clues that could be speculated, there was actually no substantial evidence to determine the answer.

So, Bruce, who felt that his reasoning was not inferior to others, asked:

"...Why are you so sure?"

Schiller wiped his mouth with a napkin, and his barren eyes looked at Bruce. In an instant, Bruce had a bad premonition, and he felt that he should not ask.

Then, Bruce heard Schiller say in an elegant and gentle tone:

"Because... human flesh doesn't taste like this."

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