Chapter 3080 Mercury Notes (Forty)

Chapter 3054 Mercury (Forty)

There was no moonlight, the night outside the window was pitch black, with thick clouds and mist, and the storm was coming.

The lonely ghost stood in front of the mirror, his face was pale, he was dressed up, and he had no other weapons except a pair of pale and thin hands.

The only thing in the mirror was the fine scale-like lines on his jaw.

The black gloves covered the fingertips, and the other hand was pulling the edge of the gloves, allowing the tight leather to flow smoothly down along the palm until it stopped at the edge of the palm.

The other hand held the tie knot and adjusted the position of the tie. He reached to the side, picked up a fountain pen, tightened the pen cap with his thumb, and put it in his suit pocket.

The marlin brooch was adjusted, the shirt cuffs were buttoned, and the hem of the suit was straightened.

The sight swept over the shiny leather shoes, the heels were raised and lowered, and after a slight pause, he strode out, leaving only the dull echo of the heels hitting the ground in the room.

Schiller walked through the corridor.

The footsteps were knocking in a very regular pattern, a pair of frightened eyes were wandering under the door, and golden hair was falling to the ears.

She saw the heel of the leather shoes stop in front of the door, one foot stepped to the side, and then turned around.

The tip of the shoe was like a black hole in the muzzle of a gun.

The hand with the jewelry ring covered the mouth.

Dong, Dong, Dong...

The knocking sound was like thunder in the middle of the night.

The crisp footsteps of high heels became chaotic, like a sudden rainstorm, and the wind was blowing outside the window.

"Ah!!!"

Gordon on the second floor rushed downstairs, Barbara was raising her arms to block the strong wind blowing in from outside the house, and the window was blown against the wall.

"Oh my God! I just wanted to remind you to stay away from the window!" Gordon rushed up and hugged his wife, went to the bathroom next door to get a towel, and wiped the water off her face.

"This typhoon came so fast." Barbara smoothed her hair and said, "I thought I could lock the window before the heavy rain, but the window was still pushed open."

"When the typhoon passes, we will change to a casement window." Gordon promised her, then he grabbed the edge of the window and pushed it outwards. With a click, the window was finally closed.

The violent storm was isolated outside the house, and the interior of the manor became warm again. The rain and wind outside the window could not affect the place at all. Only the firewood in the fireplace was crackling, and the fire and shadows danced on the wall.

Barbara just breathed a sigh of relief, and the loud crying came from the living room again. Gordon went to make hot tea and said, "It seems that our little Jenny has woken up again. Fortunately, there is a typhoon tonight, and I can accompany you..."

Dinglingling! Dinglingling!

Gordon gently put down the teapot and walked over to answer the phone. There was a lot of noise coming from the other side, and only the sound of people talking could be heard vaguely.

In order to prevent waking up his daughter, Gordon had to stretch out his hand to cover his mouth and the microphone at the same time. Listening to the narration on the other side, he slowly opened his eyes.

The beam of the car light pierced the rain curtain, and the red and blue lights overlapped and reflected on the crumbling walls in the wind and rain. Gordon slowly stepped on the brakes and rushed into the police booth wearing a raincoat.

Standing here, he looked back in the direction pointed by his subordinates.

On the flagpole on the roof of the tallest mansion on the bank of the Gotham River, the slender flag kept flying in the storm. It seemed to be shaky under the attack of the storm, but it was particularly tenacious.

Gordon seemed to be poured from head to toe by a basin of ice water, and the blood in his body cooled down.

The forked end of the flag was shining, like a lighthouse pointing the direction for sailors in the storm.

But they were two high heels inlaid with diamonds.

That was not a flag, but a woman.

The bright and dazzling yellow cordon seemed a little dim in the terrible typhoon, and was blown to the ground, but no one had the time to lift them up, because no one would be outside the cordon in such weather, not even the jackal-like reporters.

The two policemen guarding the door were wearing thick raincoats and holding umbrellas, huddled under the eaves, and there was a string of wet footprints at the door, and a large group of policemen had just rushed in.

Gordon rushed into the mansion without even taking off his raincoat. A group of people in formal wear squatted in the corner, and Gordon didn't even look at them, but hurried up the stairs.

Arriving at the top floor of the mansion, Gordon pushed open the door to the rooftop, but was instantly blinded by the rain blowing in.

He covered his eyes with his hands, walked out with difficulty against the wind, and finally came to the bottom of the flagpole.

When he looked up, the woman floating on the flagpole happened to be facing downwards, staring at him with empty eyes.

Gordon's heart stopped for a beat.

But then he waved his hand and called his subordinates to cut the flagpole with tools, dragged it back indoors, and untied the rope tied to the woman's hair.

The forensic doctors who had just arrived took off their raincoats and saw the blood washed down by the rain mixed with the mud under the feet of the police officers. The tile floor suddenly turned into a crater, and black and red lava poured down with a rumbling sound.

The body was placed in the middle of the ground.

But there was no body, it was just a skin bag. The upper part of the skin on the head was taken away, and the skin in other places was sutured. When it was hung on the flagpole, the wind blew in from the hole in the head, and the limbs that had lost the support of bones, muscles and internal organs were supported again, as if they were alive.

The forensic doctors found many sutures.

The suture technique was not delicate, but it was very strict, ensuring that air could not pass through and the skin could be perfectly stretched.

Gordon got the victim's information, Gotham City Council member, Evanna Talosta of the City Planning Administration, a 43-year-old female, with a son and a daughter, and her husband died a few years ago.

In the first case, this idea flashed through Gordon's mind instinctively. His intuition is not always accurate, but if there are no exceptions, there should be a second and third case.

Gordon got another call.

The same flag appears atop Gotham Cathedral.

Hoxson Falonek, Gotham City Council member, city government economic and financial advisor, male, 49 years old, has an only son, his ex-wife divorced him and has left for Europe.

When Gordon arrived, the body had been put down. Daniel, the only old priest, had retired. The new priest was frightened and had been hiding in the prayer room.

Without any useful information, he was keeping vigil. When he entered, he thought it was a newly replaced flag, until blood flowed down the flagpole and dripped from the eaves, and red rain fell all night outside the window.

In towns hit by typhoons, night falls earlier than ever before, with strong winds, heavy rain, and freezing temperatures.

Gordon stood in front of the church door and watched them carry the body into the car. Without the interference of irrelevant personnel, the work went smoothly, without any noise, only the howling wind in his ears.

Back at the police station, Gordon did not take off his raincoat. He knew that the third piece of bad news would come soon. He just prayed silently in his heart that it would not be a name he was familiar with.

Wayne Group raised its flag.

When Gordon arrived on the roof of Wayne Tower, a man in a black raincoat was dragging the body towards the rooftop door.

In the heavy rain, the hood of the raincoat was taken off, and Gordon saw Tim's face, so he shouted in the direction.

"Is that you? Tim?!"

"If you're talking about the murderer, it's not me! I just don't want his blood to be blown everywhere and no one will clean the rooftop for me!"

Gordon had no choice but to go up and help Tim drag the bodies into the room. They were covered in messes, and the smell of rain and blood mixed together, making it almost impossible to breathe.

"Do you know what this is about?" Gordon asked in his loud voice, as if he was still in the typhoon.

"I don't know!" Tim also replied: "I have no clue. It seems that we were just unlucky to be the place where a serial killer dumped his body."

Gordon looked down at the body.

When he saw that face, he was stunned. Then he quickly took out the phone and shouted to the other end.

"Send someone here immediately! The third deceased is the fugitive Circe!"

In the dim light of the rooftop warehouse, the half-cut head had no air support, and the withered face stuck to the skin of the back of the head could vaguely be seen as a beautiful face in life, evil and beautiful, which was what made the Gotham Police Department so famous before. The fugitive witch Circe has a headache.

The holographic projection screen flashed cold light, Bruce turned his head and said to the others who were still looking at the corpse's face intently.

"We overlooked a little bit."

"Yes." Diana said: "The tragedy does not necessarily happen on Mercury."

Everyone sighed helplessly.

Clark turned to look at Lilith next to him and said, "Is this the tragedy you predicted?"

"I'm not sure." Lilith shook her head and said, "But I really can't predict where the tragedy will happen."

Oliver breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's not the best if something happens to the students, but the preparations we made can also be used to prevent problems in the future, so it's not in vain."

"Of course we are not feeling sorry for this." Clark said: "The key is that this does not mean that Mercury is safe. We cannot leave, otherwise someone may take advantage of it."

"If the one who died is really Circe, then who has been wreaking havoc on Mercury?" Diana frowned and said to herself: "Schiller and I both believe that starting from the attack on Bonu The mastermind behind the series of events is now in the Mercury base."

After saying that, she took out the purple cube attached to Blue Beetle's body and said, "The power inside is almost exactly the same as Circe. Who else could it be if it wasn't her?"

"There are two situations now." Bruce said: "The one who died is the real Circe, and the mastermind in the base is fake. The one who died is the fake Circe, and her true identity is hidden on the ship."

"It's getting more and more confusing." Diana covered her forehead and sighed.

Bruce shook his head and said, "It's nothing confusing."

"If it's the former, then Circe fell into the trap." Bruce sat down again, looked at the lifeless face on the holographic projection and said, "The series of events planned by the mastermind behind the scenes in the base have allowed us to combine all the With all the energy devoted to Mercury and no time to care about the Earth, the mastermind can take this opportunity to get rid of Circe."

"Are we going to stop him on Earth?"

"No, but that will expose him. If we, Circe and the mastermind behind the scenes all stay on Earth, and we are paying attention to Circe at the same time, if he wants to kill Circe, it will definitely attract our attention."

Bruce then deduced: "And if it is the latter, Circe faked the news of her death, then she probably wants us to return to Earth to confirm whether she is really dead. By then, there may be a bigger problem on Mercury. "