Chapter 432: Mystery in the Metropolis (XVIII)

Benjamin did not restrict the dinner guests from moving freely in the mayor's mansion, so the news of old Parker's death spread quickly. Many people stood by the railings of the patio corridor and looked down, with discussions and exclamations.

Many people were walking down, wanting to go to the second floor to take a closer look at the body.

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

The only figure walking up was Schiller, which made him look out of place with the people 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 and saw the body of old Parker.

He was lying on his back, with a large bloodstain on his chest, and the wound could be vaguely seen, as if he was stabbed by a sharp weapon. Like Mayor White, he was thrown down from a height and landed in the center of the banquet hall.

At this time, several agents were carrying various tools to perform autopsies. Some were wearing gloves and groping around the body, some were taking notes with notebooks, and some were using searchlights to look for clues around.

Bruce, who was standing upstairs and watching all this, looked up and saw Schiller going upstream. Although the two of them had no communication at this dinner, Bruce understood his logic.

You can't say that what was happening in the hall at this time was not a murder scene. In fact, this kind of scene is very common in most police and gangster films or some detective films.

When looking from above, the composition is like an old-fashioned suspense movie. The body with blood blooming on the chest lies in a messy environment in a weird posture. The police are hurriedly investigating the case, and the onlookers have different expressions and whisper to each other.

However, whether it is from the timing, process, or result, it seems too mediocre. All the gang vendettas Bruce encountered during his time as Batman in Gotham are much more exciting than this.

Gangster bosses like to use all kinds of deterrent means to deal with their opponents. The more violent ones will throw their enemies into cement trucks or tie them to stones and throw them into the sea.

Like the Godfather, family leaders will invite family members who have violated the rules to enter the church and 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 and effect.

Bruce can almost feel Schiller's boredom. Even he, looking at the shocked expressions of the crowd watching on the floor below, can't help but wonder what they are shocked about?

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

Just thinking of this topic, Bruce stroked 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 when the banquet started, 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.

Then, people would begin to doubt and speculate each other. When the second murder occurred, his death would be very strange and weird, indicating that there was a terrifying serial killer hiding among them.

At this time, someone would inexplicably connect to the TV in the hall and then tell how they were ignored by this society, and put forward various rules and conditions to make people kill each other.

In the end, many people would be driven crazy, releasing their potential that had never been released in civilized society, and devouring others with deeper darkness.

When everyone began to fall into madness and chaos, that crazy laughter would explode with the thunder of the rainy night. In the dark and deep rain curtain, the explosion of fire lit up, indicating the appearance of a madman.

Bruce shook his head, took a deep breath, and after exhaling, his body relaxed a little. He thought, thank God this is the 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 that didn't mean he had to go down and play along with the agents and old Luther.

Bruce walked back to the room. Selina was fiddling with her wristband. Bruce walked to the table and took out the box. Selina stood up and moved her wrists and ankles, then said, "Just follow the previous plan. I will sneak into each room to install eavesdropping devices, and you will 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 covered with a strong smell of wine. Then he did the same with his pants.

He changed these two clothes, picked up the bottle with only half of the wine left, poured two mouthfuls of wine into his mouth, and then spit it out. After making sure that he was full of the smell of wine, he stumbled out of the room.

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

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

Just as he went down 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 flashed away. Bruce leaned against the wall and retched, but when he lowered his head, he raised his eyes and stared at the situation at the other end of the corridor.

The figure on the opposite side should have 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 he walked out again.

Bruce couldn't see the real face of the man from his angle, so he simply pretended to be the best, holding his chest and retching violently, and then lying on the ground on his side as if he was completely drunk.

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

The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of exquisite leather shoes. Looking up a little, he saw decent suit pants. Judging from the shape of the ankle, it 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 on the other side was not too strong. He had to stop and rest for a while after dragging him for dozens of seconds.

Moreover, this person seemed to be a little resistant to the smell of alcohol, and he covered his nose and coughed from time to time, but he still walked and stopped to drag Bruce to the corner of the corridor.

After turning around, there was a utility room on the other side. Bruce felt that he was dragged into the utility room. At the moment when the light changed, he took the opportunity to open his eyes and saw a head of red hair.

Bruce was dragged by the hands and thrown into the corner of the utility room, leaning against a pile of cardboard boxes. He opened his eyes with confidence when he saw the man turn around through the slits of his eyes.

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 bottle that Bruce had been holding before, and then he spilled the remaining wine in the bottle on the floor.

When he turned around, Bruce saw him fiddling with a lighter in his hand at the moment he closed his eyes.

Bruce slowly adjusted his breathing, and at the moment when the lighter ignited, 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 party seemed to be really shocked, his chest trembled violently for a few times, and his face was flushed. Bruce held him down with one hand and reached out with the other hand to close the door of the utility room, and then locked it.

Then, he let go of his hand and let the red-haired boy cough while covering his neck. When he finally calmed down, what Bruce didn't expect was that the boy half-knelt on the spot and laughed out loud.

"Hahahahaha, 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, hahahaha, do you know how funny it is? That idiot... that idiot... the only thing he firmly believed in was actually a lie..."

After laughing for a long time, he finally stood up, leaned against the wall, tilted his head, covered his neck, and panted for a while. He looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "Hello, my name is Lex Luthor."

Bruce frowned. He vaguely remembered that he had seen him at a party, but they were still young at that time. Until now, his appearance has changed a lot.

Moreover, if Bruce remembered correctly, Lex appeared as an autistic child at that time. He didn't talk to anyone, but just sat there alone.

"If I'm right, you might be thinking back to the last time we met, wondering why I, who should be an autistic person, can communicate with you smoothly now?"

Lex always had a mocking smile on his face, which made Bruce uncomfortable and reminded him of another lunatic.

"It all started with a fool."

Lex looked Bruce up and down, then said:

"It all started with a fool who always thought that Wayne Jr. was really a playboy and kept talking about it in my ear every day..."

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