Chapter 425: Mystery in the Metropolis (Part 9)

Schiller took off his glasses and yawned when he returned to his room. He did not seem to be nervous at all about being trapped in a manor where two murders had occurred. He reached out to untie his tie and was about to change into pajamas to sleep when the door was knocked again.

Schiller closed his eyes, stood there with his hands on his hips, sighed, and finally turned to the door and opened it. Agent Kayla was standing outside. Kayla looked Schiller up and down, then said, "Are you going to sleep?"

"Isn't it obvious enough?"

Kayla frowned deeply, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "But I'm afraid you can't sleep now. Another murder has happened."

"I know, old Parker..."

"Not Parker." Kayla denied it. She raised her arm, glanced at her watch and said, "Just two minutes ago, Mrs. Davis died in the bathroom on the first floor."

"Chief Benjamin invites you to come over, right now." Kayla looked at Schiller and said to him, "You should not have forgotten that you were the only one who went to that bathroom after the mayor died."

Schiller ignored her, but walked back into the room and tied his tie again. When he came out again, Kayla instinctively felt a little cold on her back.

Schiller ignored Kayla and walked out the door and downstairs. Kayla followed him and seemed to want to say something to him, but Schiller had no intention of waiting for her.

He walked down the spiral staircase quickly, like a glass bead rolling down in a spiral maze. The body in the center of the hall was still lying there quietly.

The blood on the tassel at the end of the tablecloth had coagulated, and the smoke of the candles on the silver candlesticks had all gone out. Layers of collapsed tables surrounded the body, and exquisite pieces of dishes were scattered among them, shining in the brilliant lights.

Schiller walked down layer by layer, and Kayla, who followed him, felt that he was like constantly going deeper into an abyss. The surrounding environment did not change, but Schiller's temperament became deeper and deeper.

Until the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor came, Schiller paused at the entrance of the stairs on the first floor, and did not look at the body, but went straight to the bathroom.

Lionel and Benjamin were standing at the door of the bathroom. When they saw Schiller coming, Lionel wanted to talk to him. Benjamin seemed to have something to say, but Schiller completely ignored them and walked directly into the bathroom.

A female corpse was lying on the washstand, shot in the waist. She had just died and was still wearing a gorgeous dress. At this time, the dark blue skirt was stained with red blood and turned into a strange purple. Moonlight poured in from the window above the washstand, shining on her body and casting a strange shadow on the ground.

Schiller stood in the middle of the bathroom, with Lionel and Benjamin standing behind him. Benjamin said, "Three murders occurred in a row in one night..."

Lionel wiped his sweat with his hand and said, "It seems that the serial murderer did it."

"What is a serial murder?" Schiller suddenly asked.

"Multiple homicides in a short period of time..." Benjamin answered, and Schiller continued his words: "There is a second half to this concept, that is, the method of committing the crime is consistent, and there is a connection between each case..."...

Benjamin frowned, and Schiller turned sideways, looking at the female corpse and said: "Is her cause of death consistent with that of Old Parker? Is Old Parker's cause of death consistent with that of White? Are the causes of death of these three people consistent with the previous homicides?"

"What is the connection between all these cases? Did the murderer leave a consistent symbol? Did he use a background story related to quantity? Do these people have any common characteristics?"

"If none of the above are available, why do you think it is a serial homicide?"

"But it happened together in a very short period of time."

"That's just a homicide that happened together in a short period of time." Schiller spoke very quickly, and it seemed that he didn't intend to give anyone a chance to stop and think, but what he said next made everyone present feel a little bit of hair standing on end.

"This murderer is too mediocre."

"It's hard for me to imagine that there are such stupid, boring and talentless guys in this world."

"Kill one person, throw him down from the building, kill another, and throw him down again, what is he doing?"

"Why does he value life so little?"

"Why do you think the process of death can be easily solved with a gun or a knife?"

"Why do you think that such a precious resource as a corpse can be discarded so casually without art?"

"I guess he is a fool who has seen too many detectives. He looks at detectives solving cases from a God's perspective, which makes him think that these detectives are just so-so."

"He thinks that such a simple case actually takes detectives so long to solve, so if he makes a more complicated incident, the detectives may be like headless flies in their lives, unable to find clues."

"I don't want to judge any detective, because that is the work of the author's hard work, but I must say that even if he was inspired by some detectives, those are already outdated, just like him."

"In terms of theoretical knowledge, he didn't understand what a serial murder case is. He thought that as long as he killed more people in a short period of time, it could be called a serial murder case. For this idea, I can only say that he is more suitable for slaughtering pigs in a slaughterhouse, and maybe he can even get a performance champion."

"In terms of actual actions, it was even more crude and poor. There was no suitable theme, no countdown to create tension, no signs, no clues related to numbers or patterns..."

Schiller smiled helplessly, as if he felt it was ridiculous. He said: "He didn't even have a unified murder weapon. Sometimes he used a knife, sometimes he used a gun..."

As he spoke, his expression turned into disgust. He said: "Moreover, he didn't care when he took action. When the body fell, The blood splattered everywhere, and even stained the tassel on the tablecloth, and encountered the candlestick. "" He didn't think about it. What if the candlestick lits the tablecloth? "This accident happened." "The guidance of the crowd was also collapsed, and he did not reflect any philosophical human torture ..." ... "If you must ask me to judge these eucalyptus, I can only say ..." Sille dragged a long voice, and then summarized: "A mediocre eucalyptus. The sound came from the door of the toilet room, and Ban Jamin turned his head. Schiller turned back and looked at Lionel quietly, saying to him: "Mr. Luther, do you know? I don't want to expose the mind of a fool, not because I can't guess, but because I am a tolerant person, and I hope that the world can leave more room for fantasy for poor people like you."

"You said that you invited me here for two purposes, namely to communicate with your son and to cure his disease, but in fact you have a third purpose, which is to commit a serial murder in front of me."

"Of course, you have seen my resume." Schiller raised his voice, looking at Lionel's gloomy eyes and said: "You know, I have participated in several of the most famous serial murders and have seen countless serial murderers..."

"I know , you were eagerly looking forward to committing a perfect crime in front of me, fooling me around, and proving that you were a genius criminal who stood in the world. "

"But I didn't show any special emotions about Mayor White's death. On the way to the bathroom, I told you that this case was too mediocre and I was not interested, so you started to prepare for the next case in a hurry. "

Schiller showed a helpless smile and said, "But the innovation you made was to change the murder weapon from a gun to a knife."

"Then, when I expressed my disdain more bluntly, you almost got angry and committed the third case."

"Then, the innovation you made was just to change the place where the body was dumped from the banquet hall to the bathroom. Bathroom."

"That's you, Lionel, accept your fate."

"You're just an ordinary person, mediocre and uninteresting, without any genius."

"He doesn't have any genius." Lex sat by the wall, his back against the wall, his hands covering his neck, showing a contemptuous smile, he said: "But he never wanted to admit it."

"He was jealous of those geniuses and almost crazy, in order to get their genius and wisdom, he would pay any price, including my mother."

"But the most ironic thing is that after he abused and killed her, he found that I was a super genius like my mother."

Lex coughed twice, his face was a little pale, it seemed that he was exhausted , he said: "But he dare not kill me again, he still wants to rely on me to grab those worldly benefits for him."

Bruce stood in the middle of the utility room, looked down at him, and was silent for a while. He walked to Lex and stood in front of him. His shadow was cast on Lex. He looked down and asked: "Did you kill White and Parker?"...

Lex said disdainfully: "That was Lionel's own hand. It was the simplest time-delay device, the kind used by old-fashioned detectives, so he couldn't easily change the place where the body was dumped, because the device was set up on the beams of the house."

"That idiot has been trying to control me for the past ten years, and I had to cooperate with him in acting, but this time, he must have fallen."

"Why?" Bruce narrowed his eyes and looked at Lex.

"Just now, I killed Mrs. Davis and threw her in the bathroom. I guess the professor who was called out of the room again should have been completely impatient."

Bruce frowned. Before he could ask, Lex said, "Lionel's tricks can't fool anyone who is a little smart. The arrangements he thinks are so ingenious are no different from the building blocks that children build."

"I know that only the professor has been to that bathroom. As long as the third case happens there, someone will call him."

"When he examined me, I found that he and I are the same kind of people. We have some patience for idiots, but only a little."

"Once you lose your patience, you will make him pay."

Lex chuckled again. He looked at Bruce and said:

"I just killed someone, I saw you passed out drunk in the hallway, and I thought, for an alcoholic playboy, being burned in the flames of his own alcohol would be a good way to die..."

"But now, you're more interesting alive than dead."

"You know what? Every time Lionel introduces me to others, he always says that he would rather I was a playboy like Little Wayne..."

"But, hahahaha, even Little Wayne is not a playboy!"

"Haha ...