Chapter 418: Mystery in the Metropolis (Part 2)

"Our station reports that since the death of former MI6 agent Harold Kim Philby came from Moscow on May 11, the case of the ownership of Philby's body was officially closed yesterday."

"Moscow has once again rejected the family's request to transfer the body, and has confirmed that Philby will be buried in Moscow before January this year..."

"It is reported that MI6 has not commented on Moscow's behavior. They may be ashamed of the name Kim Philby. The reporter of the Times once contacted a senior operation director of MI6 unilaterally. The other party was unwilling to reveal his identity, but only said that Moscow's seizure of Kim Philby's body had a deeper conspiracy..."

"Next, we will bring you the life of Harold Kim Philby, the legendary life of an MI6 double agent..."

With a "click", the radio issued a "sizzling" waiting sound. Merkel, who was sweeping the table with a duster, turned to Schiller who was reading a newspaper at the dining table and said: "Sir, it's time for Gotham Morning News. Can I help you switch channels?"

Schiller turned a page of the newspaper and said without looking up: "Okay, by the way, turn up the volume a little, I can't hear clearly."

After turning on the radio again, the familiar voice of the female host of Gotham Morning News came from it:

"Mayor Brown went to Green Street for an inspection at 6 o'clock this morning. He was deeply concerned about the snowstorm and the traffic problems caused by the snowstorm. He said that even the poorest and most chaotic East District, and even the densely populated living hell, should not be abandoned..."

"Traffic issues have always been the focus of his city governance. In the past few months, his work has been effective. Although this snowstorm has added another burden to Gotham's traffic, no disaster can defeat the strong citizens of Gotham..."

Seeing Schiller flipping the newspaper faster and faster, Merkel turned the button on the radio with his hand again, and the voice of another person came from it.

"City News, recently, the security situation in the metropolis has been questioned. The murderer of the new serial killer case has no trace, and the efficiency of the Metropolitan Police Department has been criticized..."

"The police chief said that during his 23 years in office, the security situation in the metropolis has been very good. The police department will do its best to solve this case in the shortest time..."

"The murderer of this serial killer case is extremely cruel. He killed many people in a short period of time, including several important staff members of the mayor..."

"The murderer is sophisticated and the murder process is extremely cruel. There are currently six victims..."

Watching Schiller's hand slowly stop flipping the newspaper, Merkel stopped cleaning the table and turned up the volume of the radio. However, a pleasant music came from this channel, and then , another host's voice sounded:

"Interrupt an emergency communication. Due to the unfavorable weather conditions in major cities on the East Coast, the new mayor of Metropolis, Mr. White, will hold a disaster relief charity dinner at the Metropolis Mayor's Residence at 9 o'clock tonight..."

"This dinner will invite celebrities from major cities on the East Coast to participate. I hope they can use their reputation to bring new hope to ordinary people in East Coast cities..."...

"Mr. Mayor said that this is just the social responsibility that a qualified mayor should have. Whether it is Metropolis or other East Coast cities, darkness is temporary, and light will eventually come..."

Merkel observed Schiller's expression, walked to the side of the radio, turned off the radio, and Schiller closed the newspaper in his hand, folded it and put it aside.

Merkel walked over and put away the newspaper. Schiller picked up the cutlery and started eating, as if he was not interested in the news that had just been broadcast on the radio. When the meal was coming to an end, he started the daily chat:

Schiller asked Merkel: "Are you from London?"

"No, sir, my hometown is Birmingham, but when I was in high school, my parents came to London to work, and then we settled in London."

"Did you go to high school in London?"

"I studied in Birmingham for a year, and then I went to London."

"How are your grades? How? Should be good, right? "

Merkel smiled modestly and said, "It's not bad, but not the best. Compared with my peers, I don't have any talent, I can't play musical instruments, and I don't know much about Latin."

"Did you go to grammar school?"

"Yes, but now the children in grammar schools are also very versatile. I really don't have any artistic cells..."

When they were talking about this, the mailbox downstairs rang again. Schiller frowned. Merkel turned around and walked to the window. He saw a newsboy waiting next to the mailbox.

After Merkel went downstairs, he was holding a brown paper bag in his hand. There was freshly baked lye bread in it. Merkel handed the brown paper bag to the newsboy, who stuffed it into his arms and then handed Merkel a letter directly.

This was the first time Merkel came into contact with Schiller's private letter during his work. He looked at the wax seal on it and found that it was a mark he didn't recognize.

A few minutes later, Schiller sat on the table in his study and opened the letter with a letter opener. He slowly opened the wax seal with the letter opener, and then opened the envelope. Inside was a very common old-fashioned letter paper, which read:

"Dear Professor Schiller Rodriguez, I heard that your recent academic achievements have been recognized, and I would like to express my congratulations."

"We sincerely invite you to participate in a charity dinner for the joint disaster relief of East Coast cities..."

Schiller frowned and looked at the words above. When his eyes fell on the signature column, his brows frowned even deeper.

Schiller folded the letter slowly, seeming to be thinking about something. Merkel, who was waiting beside him, heard Schiller slowly say, "What are the transportation methods to the metropolis now?"

Merkel paused, as if he had not considered this question. He turned his head slightly to look at the snow outside the window and said, "I'm afraid any transportation on the ground will not work."

Seeing Schiller frowning, Merkel lowered his head and said, "I will contact the helicopter company immediately..."

Such morning chats often take place in British manors, and Wayne Manor is no exception. When Selena stepped into the manor in a thick tweed coat, the fireplace was already burning. The old housekeeper took her coat and hung it on the hanger. Selena gently stroked her hair and said:...

"The road conditions are terrible, right? I heard that, This snowstorm affected not only Gotham, but also several cities on the East Coast. Of course, the southern cities were better off, but they also experienced a cold wave that they hadn't seen in decades. "

"Yes, Master Bruce is planning to go to a charity dinner, and he will probably invite you to be his female companion later."

"Oh?" Selina widened her eyes in surprise. As she walked in, she looked at Alfred next to her and said, "Then how should I respond? I have never received such an invitation."

"You just need to express your sympathy for ordinary citizens and say that you are very happy to go."

"Okay." Selina put her long hair behind her ears and said nervously, "When is the charity dinner? What kind of image should I attend? What should I say? ? "

Alfred led Selina to the dining table. Bruce, who had not slept all night, did not look tired. Instead, Dick seemed a little dazed. Selina saw a stranger sitting at the table. She nodded to him, then looked at Bruce and asked, "Would you like to introduce yourself?"

"This is Hal."

After that, Bruce was silent again. Hal could only introduce himself: "Hello, my name is Hal Jordan... No, I am not a relative of that star, and I can't get his autograph..."

Selina showed a disappointed look. After that, she looked at Dick, who was glowing green. Dick shrugged and said to her, "Things are complicated and hard to explain to you. Anyway, I am as green as a Christmas elf now."

Looking at Dick's miserable face, Selina Unable to help but laugh out loud, she hugged Aisha next to her and fed her. After a while, Bruce finally spoke:

"There is a charity dinner for the East Coast Disaster Relief in Metropolis tonight. I need to attend. I hope you can be my female companion. How about it?"

Selina straightened her back and stretched her neck, but she didn't say those hypocritical words of sympathy. She just said: "Okay, of course, but I don't know what to do..."

"Later, the fashion consultant I made an appointment will come to your house to customize a dress and jewelry for you."

"After the dinner starts, you just need to follow me into the banquet hall, and then you don't have to do anything. If someone talks to you, you can repeat how terrible this disaster is and how many ordinary people it has affected. You feel very sympathetic. "

Selina sighed. In the past few months, she had accompanied Bruce to some parties. Most of the time, she had to wear a fake smile that made her facial muscles stiff, chatting with those ladies and listening to them praising their gorgeous dresses and precious jewelry. God knows how much she wanted to pick the gems off their necklaces...

After saying that, Bruce turned his head to look at Dick. Dick scratched his head and said, "I feel better now. I admit that I was a little scared when my body started to glow at the beginning..."

"However, after I calmed down, this power seemed to calm down. At least in the few hours I slept, it didn't take me to teleport again."

"I think you can try to keep this state until all the green light energy is consumed." Hal said, "Don't worry, I will keep watching you during this period."

Dick stretched out his hand, looked at the ring and said, "I will return it to you when the time comes. This ring is really ugly. "

After dinner, Bruce's fashion consultant arrived as scheduled. Selena showed off various skirts in the middle of the living room and asked, "Bruce, I heard the name of an entrepreneur on the radio this morning before I came here. He seems to be the biggest entrepreneur in the metropolis..."

"The host said he is the most famous philanthropist. Is that true?"

Bruce sat on the sofa, holding an envelope in his hand. He opened the envelope, looked at the letter in his hand, and said without raising his head: "You can change the word 'charity' in his words to 'tax avoidance'."

Selina shook her head, as if she didn't understand what Bruce meant. Bruce frowned and looked at the letter in his hand. The signature was a familiar name - "Lionel Luther".