Chapter 430: Mystery in the Metropolis (XVI)

It was late at night, and the lights in the mayor's mansion in the metropolis were still on. The bloodstains in the hall had not been cleaned up yet. The agents patrolling the yard and each floor were all using high-power flashlights, making everything as bright as day.

No one in the rooms fell asleep. The situation developed too quickly, and many people had not yet reacted. They were driven into the guest rooms like ducks. But now, they calmed down and found many things wrong.

All this happened too coincidentally. Mayor White gathered all the celebrities on the East Coast to hold a charity dinner. It happened that the agents were responsible for the security of the dinner. It also happened that when the dinner was about to start, the organizer Mayor White died in public.

It also happened that the Philby List was brought up again. The murder case plus the spy case gave the agents more reason to control everyone.

Many people reacted and this might be a conspiracy of the secret service.

If it were normal, the agents would not go door to door to investigate them. Once such an action was taken, the people under investigation would definitely inform each other and then unite, and the spy might also get the news and hide deeper.

However, taking this opportunity, everyone was controlled on the spot, at least on this night, they could not leave.

The external industries and networks of these people were under investigation, but they were out of contact and could not make arrangements and preparations. In this case, if anyone had any clues that they had not covered up in time, they would most likely be found out.

Maybe the death of Mayor White was also directed and acted by the agents themselves, just to have an excuse to lock everyone up here and facilitate their investigation.

When they thought of this, everyone felt a chill on their backs. They thought that the so-called Philby list and the mysterious agent should be very important, and it was worth it for the security agency to sacrifice a mayor of a metropolis to set up a bureau and lock them up here.

Many of them could not help but start to weigh whether they were more important than the mayor of the metropolis. If not, it would be better to stay in their rooms and not go out.

In Schiller's room, he was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, talking to himself in front of the mirror: "The Cambridge Five..."

He pressed his middle finger between his eyebrows, thinking back to this wonderful but slightly funny story he had learned before.

The Cambridge Five refers to five legendary spies who graduated from Cambridge University. They were all born and raised in the UK, or even if they were not born in the UK, they were born in British territories and grew up in the UK for most of their lives.

Their family backgrounds were also very good. Some were aristocrats, some were wealthy businessmen, and they had no worries about food and clothing since childhood and lived a good life. In short, they had nothing to do with the proletariat.

However, after they were admitted to Cambridge University and worked in MI6, they all threw themselves into the arms of communism without exception, and they brought their own dry food, relied entirely on ideals, and did not want money.

All five of them had held high positions in the British intelligence department and had been passing intelligence to the Soviet Union for many years.

The most outstanding and well-known of these five people is of course Harold King Philby.

In Philby's legendary career, he once served as the top leader of the counterintelligence department of MI6. What this means is probably needless to say.

However, in the real history that Schiller learned, there was never any mention of the existence of a "Philby" list. He didn't know whether this was a change in the DC world or a conspiracy he didn't know about.

What Schiller was most worried about was precisely the treacherous conspiracy that forced him to leave Metropolis and go to Gotham in the past.

Just as Schiller was thinking, he heard a knock on the door. The knock was a bit dull, and it could be heard that the visitor was not very familiar with Schiller.

Schiller put on his glasses, walked out of the bathroom, and came to the door. He asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Professor Rodriguez, I'm Lionel." Lionel's voice came from outside the door. Schiller turned the doorknob and opened the door. Lionel, dressed in a suit, was standing outside the door.

Schiller raised his glasses and said, "You are here to invite me to the reception room to meet Mr. Luther Jr., right?"

"Yes, Lex has been waiting in the reception room. If the banquet went well, I would have brought him down at the beginning and introduced him to the mayor first, and then the mayor would have introduced him to the celebrities."

"Of course I know that this is the scene when most children enter the social circle. Unfortunately, his luck is not very good. Today's banquet did not go smoothly."

Lionel nodded, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his fingers and said, "This is also my dereliction of duty as a father. I thought this would be a good occasion. The celebrities from the East Coast gathered together. He had met many of them at the parties I hosted."

"In this way, he will not be too embarrassed when talking to them. At the same time, the mayor's eldest daughter and the deputy mayor's son are also here. Mr. Wayne and he are of the same generation. They will have more common topics to talk about together."

"You have considered it very carefully, Mr. Luther, but there are unexpected events, and no one can predict everything."

Lionel smiled again and said, "Fortunately, there is gain in loss. Originally, I planned to introduce him to you after the banquet. Now it seems that he can meet you, the knowledgeable professor, earlier."

Schiller understood and said, "Of course, in order to thank you for helping me out in front of Benjamin before, I am also happy to meet him."

The conversation between the two was full of various hints. Those adjectives and modal particles that ordinary people find a bit awkward all contain some different meanings.

Just like the previous sentence, Lionel used the same wording as when he helped Schiller out in front of Benjamin before to remind Schiller that I helped you out, so you should do something for my son.

And Schiller clearly pointed this out, telling Lionel that I know you did it on purpose.

The two thousand-year-old foxes were testing each other, and soon, they walked through the corridor on the second floor and came to the door of the reception room.

After the door was pushed open, Schiller saw a tall boy standing in front of the French window. Hearing someone coming in, he turned around and saw a handsome boy's face.

Although his figure was close to that of an adult, he looked more immature, with red curly hair, which was different from Kleinel's hair color, but their eyes were the same color.

Kleinel walked forward, patted Lex's beard and said, "Come on, this is the professor you have always wanted to see. I spent a lot of effort to invite him over."

What made Schiller feel a little strange was that Lex seemed a little shy. He hesitated for a while, and under Kleinel's gaze, he walked forward and shook hands with Schiller, but soon let go.

"Sorry, professor, Lex is a bit like his mother, with an introverted personality. And because he suffered from autism when he was young, he has some problems in interpersonal communication..."

"It doesn't matter. I have seen many children like this. I think I can communicate with them. Come here, Lex. I heard that you are very interested in the study of consciousness and dreams..."

Lex kept his head down, and Schiller couldn't see his expression. Hearing this, Lex nodded and followed Schiller to sit on the sofa in the reception room.

What made Schiller feel even more strange was that in the following conversation, he was the one talking and Lex was listening. He didn't ask many questions, and seemed lonely and shy. On the contrary, his father Lionel asked questions one after another.

After the conversation, Lex was sent back to his room by Lionel. When he returned to the reception room, Lionel sighed helplessly and said, "I'm sorry to make you laugh. Lex has been like this since he was a child."

Lionel frowned deeply and said, "To be honest, I asked you to come here for another request."

"Before, I saw you mentioned in that paper that you can shape or change a person's personality by affecting their deep consciousness. In fact, I hope you can use this method to treat Lex."

Lionel's expression was a little sad. He said, "This child's life experience is a bit rough. His mother was She had some mental problems when she was pregnant, but she gave birth to him in the end. "

"He is my only son. I love him very much and have invited many famous doctors to treat him, but his withdrawn personality has not improved at all."

"If he was just an ordinary child, I wouldn't ask him to do so, but he is the heir to the Luther Group. Even if he becomes a playboy like Little Wayne, at least he is good at socializing. But he is in this state, there is no way he can inherit the group."

Lionel held Schiller's hand expectantly and said, "Professor Rodriguez, you are the top expert in this field. I think only you can solve this problem. The question of the future successor of the Luther Group. "

"I promise you that I will give you a satisfactory price, and you will always be a friend of the Luther family..."

Schiller narrowed his eyes slowly, he was silent for a while, and then asked: "What do you want me to do?"

Lionel looked at his expression and asked tentatively: "How far can you go?"

"Everything you imagine, or everything beyond your imagination."

Schiller looked into Lionel's eyes and said seriously: "I can erase his current personality and rebuild a new personality. You can have any personality you want."

"Or, I can also give him Make several more personalities, and then set different trigger conditions for them, so that they can float up in different scenes and complete certain special tasks. "

Lionel's eyes gradually widened, as if he had heard something out of the blue. Schiller's expression slowly returned to calm, and then he smiled and said:

"The most important thing is that I can copy a person's personality and put it into another person's body."

Lionel's expression froze, and Schiller lowered his eyes and asked as if talking to himself:

"If all of a person's memories and personality are put into another person's mind, does that mean that he is reborn?"

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