Chapter 1935 U Transcendence Event (Twenty-Six)

"Murder! Murder! There are... there are bodies!!!"

Accompanied by a scream echoing in the Nehelet Manor, the whole manor was instantly boiling.

Batman standing by the window did not retract his gaze. He silently calculated the time in his heart, and then he saw that at the end of the road in front of the main hall of the manor, through the woods they came from, a bright yellow bus quietly drove to the bus stop.

But the game has just begun.

When entering the Nehelet Manor, everyone already knew that this game was not so simple. Surviving a day and a night to get on the bus is considered winning? What if you survive but can't get on the bus?

This is not impossible. Although they were in the wilderness on the first night, there were no fences and obstacles to prevent them from getting on the bus, but it does not mean that every night is like this.

Batman has seen a male servant with a gun running over. This is not the Victorian era. The owners of the manor all have modern weapons. When there is danger on their territory, they have every right to defend themselves with hot weapons.

Although it was far away, Batman recognized that it was a semi-automatic rifle, and the range was enough to cover the distance from the front hall of Nehelet Manor to the bus stop.

Moreover, the tallest building in Nehelet Manor was the clock tower. Standing on the clock tower was an excellent shooting point, and anyone running below would be a live target.

Even if his physical strength was not restricted, Batman had to find a way to disarm them before running, and under the condition of physical strength restriction, forceful breakthrough became the worst option.

As soon as the riot started, the male servants went to the warehouse to take out weapons, and another team of maids went to close all the gates of the manor, as if the owner of the manor had known that a murder would happen.

This was like an alarm bell that should have been sounded long ago, and it was also conveying a dangerous signal.

The guests who stayed overnight in the manor were driven to the hall like ducks. When Batman came down, he found Schiller was already standing in the crowd.

Next came Hancock, Mr. Proshi, and Isabel who was brought in by the maid.

"Mrs. Nehelet, Mrs. Nehelet was stabbed to death!" The maid was still shouting. She said, "I went to bring water to the lady this morning and found her lying on the bed with an ice pick stuck in her back. Blood was all over the floor. She was killed!"

"Don't panic!" Hancock said, "The housekeeper has called the police. Everyone, the people on night duty yesterday said that they didn't see anyone entering or leaving the manor. The murderer is still among us..."

"I'm afraid no one can leave here before the police come. The Nehelet family will never let the murderer go!"

A noisy discussion broke out in the hall. Everyone was dissatisfied with it, but Hancock walked to the man with the gun, took the gun and fired a shot into the air.

"Bang!"

Instantly, screams were heard, but soon everyone quieted down, squatting down with their heads in their hands, not daring to speak again.

Hancock raised his mouth slightly, obviously very satisfied with the development of the situation, but soon he frowned again, turned his head and looked at the butler next to him and said: "Where is Mr. Nehelet? Why don't you ask him to come over?"

"The butler has gone, but he hasn't come back yet..."

Hancock frowned even deeper, and suddenly there was a loud "bang", followed by a series of screams, and a young butler rushed down the stairs and shouted: "The butler is dead, the old butler is dead, his room is full of blood!!!"

Schiller looked up and saw that it was the butler who gave him clothes and brooches at that time. At this time, he rushed to Hancock in panic and said: "Sir, the butler... the butler..."

"Go find Mr. Nehelet!" Hancock roared.

As a team of butlers walked up the stairs, the "bang bang" sound of kicking the door and screaming came, and everyone had a bad premonition. A few minutes later, the butlers only carried Mr. Nehelet's body.

Hancock completely lost his composure. His panicked look was like a volcano about to erupt. His efforts to control his emotions but his panicked posture was like putting a lid on the top of the volcano. The hot magma failed to erupt, so it oozed out from the crust bit by bit, turning his entire face into cracked earth.

He immediately rushed forward and turned Mr. Nehlet's body over. He saw that his fatal injuries were probably a blow to the forehead and a penetrating wound on the throat.

As for the puncture marks on his chest, they were more like punctures caused by venting anger after death.

Hancock's expression was already stiff.

Suddenly, he stood up like crazy, opened his hands and said, "Where are the police? ! ! Why haven't the police come yet?! So many people died here, this damn group of people..."

"The police won't come." A low voice came from the crowd.

Batman stood up from the crowd, looked at Hancock and said, "And you know why. The telephone lines of the manor have been cut long ago, and the only road leading to the manor has also been dug up. The police will never come from the beginning."

Hancock opened his eyes wide, staring at Batman with a dull look, while Batman had already removed his hypocritical social mask and his expression became serious again.

It turns out that no one in this world can be more serious than Batman. The false mask is not worth mentioning compared to the real connotation. When Batman showed his dark and serious side, Hancock was left with only some hypocritical arrogance.

"You want to say that I am slandering you, but the asphalt on the road will melt during hot blasting and remain on the tools. You put those tools in the warehouse in the garden, and the smell can be smelled from a few meters away."

Hancock opened his mouth in shock. He was about to say something when Batman continued, "You killed Mrs. Nehelet. There are footprints of asphalt dust on the road leading to the cellar. Only there are ice picks. At ten o'clock last night, you went to the cellar to get the ice picks, and then went straight to Mrs. Nehelet's room, pretending to talk about something, and took advantage of her back to When he went, he stabbed her to death with an ice pick. "

"I..."

"You want to say that I have no evidence and no witnesses, but I am not a policeman and I don't need evidence."

As he said that, Batman walked quickly towards Hancock. Hancock finally couldn't pretend to have that low voice anymore, but said in a sharp voice: "Don't come over here!!! I have a gun!!!"

He pointed the gun in his hand at Batman, but Batman was unmoved. Hancock was stunned. He had never seen such a fearless person, but another voice sounded again.

"Calm down, brother, there are still several dead people here." Batman walked out of the crowd, walked to Mr. Nehlet's body, half-knelt down to check his wounds and said: "He died earlier than Mrs. Nehlet, around 9 o'clock last night."

"Oh my God! The dinner was not over at that time!" The crowd whispered, "I remember Mr. Nehlet said he was not feeling well and went back first..."

But at this moment, Mr. Prosi looked at Batman and stood up and said: "I killed him."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Mr. Proshi was no longer as irritable and crazy as before. He looked a little depressed. He sighed and said, "I know they are going to attack my sister. They will do it sooner or later. They need a sacrifice."

Mr. Proshi seemed to collapse suddenly. He rushed forward and waved his fists, trying to beat Hancock, but was stopped by the butler. He shouted in an angry and sad tone: "He is a cultist! He has bewitched the Nehlet family and many others. They are constantly sacrificing human lives!!!"

Mr. Proshi tried his best to He forcefully opened the restraints of the male servant, pointed at everyone present and said: "You are all their sacrifices, you will all die! Just like the Prossi family in the past, my relatives were killed and sacrificed by them!"

"He killed my sister just to find the murderer and lock you up here, and then kill you one by one. He is a cultist and a murderer!"

The crowd burst into shouts of fear, Hancock kept cursing, and Mr. Prossi did not show any weakness, roaring wildly, bursting out with amazing power in an instant, and rushed towards Hancock.

"Bang!" The huge gunshot made everyone's eardrums hurt, white smoke came out of the muzzle of Hancock's gun, and Mr. Prossi slowly fell in a pool of blood.

The sudden killing shocked everyone. Hancock was like an angry bull, panting and cursing dirty words wildly.

Just as he was about to raise his gun again, Batman kicked the gun in his hand away and pressed him to the ground.

In fact, Batman wanted to stop him when he first raised his gun, but unfortunately, his physical strength was weakened, and his reaction ability was also weakened. He was a few tenths of a second slower, and the trigger had already been pulled.

Schiller, who was familiar with Batman, knew that the Dark Knight was now surprisingly angry.

Sure enough, Batman grabbed Hancock's collar and punched him in the face twice. Although his physical strength was weakened, Hancock's mouth was full of blood and he coughed up a few fallen teeth.

Then, Batman stepped on Hancock's ribs and broke his ankle when Hancock just turned over and curled up and screamed.

Batman was stunned.

At this time, he had just debuted not long ago, and he was not the master of the Dark Knight later. He didn't expect that the isotope in another universe was so cruel. The murderer turned out to be me? !

After Batman stood up, he mercilessly kicked Hancock aside, picked up the gun next to him, and said to the butler: "Go and carry down the butler's body. I need to know the cause of his death."

The servants were a little scared and hesitated to move. In the end, the black butler led people upstairs to carry down the butler's body.

The cause of death of the old butler was very strange. His heart was gone, and there were only some tiny burn marks on his chest.

The old butler died later than the others, but Batman didn't find any useful clues.

This is actually a very strange thing. Batman is the greatest detective in the world, and there are two Batmans here now, but no matter the scene of the butler's body or the people who have come into contact with the butler, there are no coherent clues.

"Where's Henry! Where's Henry?!" Hancock shouted with his last strength.

A black shadow fell from the sky and hit the floor in front of Hancock with a "bang".

When Hancock saw the pale face, he found that it was Henry Nehelet.