Chapter 428: Mystery in the Metropolis (XIV)

"And Rodriguez... Schiller Rodriguez!"

"A damn murderer, a pervert!"

"You damn agent! Haven't you been looking for the original murderer? I can tell you that the murderer is Rodriguez. He killed two people! He also dismembered one of them! I saw it with my own eyes!

!"

When Lionel pronounced the name Rodriguez, all kinds of negative emotions burst out from his teeth like a flood.

It was the first time that Benjamin felt that human emotions could really turn into a knife that was as real as a knife, making people feel like a thorn in their backs.

If the emotion of hatred could really turn into reality, then Lionel might have the sharpest weapon in the world, but unfortunately, this kind of thing is impossible.

So, he could only clench his fists and stamp his feet in this reception room, and vent all kinds of negative emotions against Schiller to Benjamin as a victim.

And when Benjamin heard what Lionel said, "Schiller killed at least two people," his brows furrowed deeply.

At this time, the snow outside the window began to get heavier and heavier. Through the fluttering snowflakes, the warm light spots lit up again, and the mayor's mansion, which was the same body at different times, appeared in the snow, and time traveled back to two years ago.

This time, the brilliant lights faded, the bloodstains in the living room had not been wiped clean, the body of the deputy speaker was lying in the corner of one side of the hall, covered with a white cloth, and all the doors in the mayor's mansion were closed. Everyone turned off the lights and hid in the bedroom and dared not make a sound.

Because just now, two more murders occurred, and even the police could not maintain order. Everyone could only hide in their small rooms in a hurry like mice chased by cats, trying to gain some sense of security.

The violent blizzard surrounded the manor, turning it into a prison for ordinary people, and at the same time, it became a hunting ground for serial killers.

In the dark corridor, only a room at the end showed a ray of light. The light from the crack in the door was like a sharp knife, cutting the end of the corridor into another cold and gloomy space.

Lionel walked quietly in the corridor. When he came to the door with a ray of light, he stopped and held his breath. He heard a cold voice from the door:

"... It seems that this is the last one... Unfortunately, there is still nothing I am looking for."

Lionel heard the creepy sound of cutting meat in the room, followed by some water sounds and the "clacking" sound of leather shoes walking on the floor. All of this made him feel extremely scared, but he still suppressed this emotion and continued to listen.

"Such a huge treasure... Dong, Dong... It seems that I have to leave here, but before that..."

The sound from the room was intermittent. Lionel continued to hold his breath, trying to hear it more clearly, but soon, the sound in the room stopped, and Lionel's body trembled a little.

Just as he calmed down through deep breathing, stood up, and prepared to leave, he heard a light "creaking" sound and the door opened.

A figure in a suit stood in the light projected from the room, like a black hole that swallowed all the light. It was Schiller Rodriguez.

Lionel fell to the ground, he tried to move his body, took a few steps back, and said with a short breath: "Professor Rodriguez..."

"Did you see it?" Schiller asked him expressionlessly.

"No, I didn't, I didn't see anything!"

"You saw me kill Nelson." Schiller used an affirmative sentence, he said: "You saw me find him, ask him those questions, then kill him, and throw him down from the building, so you followed me all the way here, wanting to hear what I was looking for."

Lionel tried to turn over and climbed up from the ground. He clasped his hands and said with a hunched body: "No, no, Professor, I didn't see anything, I can keep it a secret, really..."

"Then why did you come here?"

The evil tone was cold and chilling. Lionel didn't even know how to answer. He tried to squeeze out a fake smile, and Schiller also smiled, but that smile looked creepy.

"Well... it's like this. I came to you just to ask you to treat my son. He has autism. I have invited many experts, but I feel that their professional level is not as good as yours..."

"Where is he?"

Lionel didn't seem to expect Schiller to ask this question directly. He showed a very hesitant and embarrassed expression. He said: "It's late now, and..."

"If you are not here for this, then you really saw something..."

As Schiller said this, Lionel saw a trace of blood flowing out from the crack of the door. He swallowed his saliva and the expression of fear on his face could hardly be suppressed. Finally, in order to save his life, he said: "... No, I am serious. If you think so, then follow me..."

Lionel and Schiller walked through the dark corridor, climbed the spiral staircase, and went upstairs until they came to the reception room.

Lex Luther, dressed in a suit, was waiting there. At that time, he was younger and only a teenager.

Schiller walked forward, bent down, and stared at Lex. Lex also looked up at him. His eyes were a little numb, and he seemed to be a little distracted and unable to think independently.

Schiller narrowed his eyes, and Lionel walked forward and asked politely: "Professor, how is it? Is my son's condition okay?"

"My Healing Game"

Schiller stood up, pretended to be thinking, turned back, and began to pace in the room.

Lionel's attention was on Lex, so he didn't notice that Schiller, who walked behind him, picked up a vase from the decorative table.

"This child is unlucky. When his mother gave birth to him, she suffered from postpartum depression. I invited many doctors and took good care of her, but she committed suicide in the end..."

"Although I was very sad, I knew that I had to hold on for little Lex. But what made me even more upset was that a few years later, he was diagnosed with childhood autism, unable to communicate normally with others, and his thinking was not normal..."

"Professor, you don't know how sad I was. At that moment, I almost wanted to follow my wife, but I persisted to take care of him."

"For my son, I want to live..."

Lionel's voice was trembling all the time, like an extremely sad old father. Just when he stood up and looked back to see Schiller's reaction, a huge vase appeared in his field of vision.

With a loud "bang", Lionel fell to the ground. Schiller threw down the handle of the vase. Instead of looking at Lionel who was knocked unconscious and covered in blood, he came to Lex.

He bent down and touched Lex's head, but Lex still had no reaction and was still very sluggish.

Schiller flipped his eyelids and whispered to himself: "Long-term overdose of tranquilizers..."

He groped Lex's body, and when he touched Lex's calves and knees, Lex instinctively shrank.

Schiller rolled up Lex's trouser legs and found many old wounds on them. He asked Lex to turn around. After lifting his shirt, he found that there were also wounds on his back. Obviously, this could not be caused by an accident, but was a mark left by abuse.

He turned his head and glanced at Lionel, his eyes became a little cold, and then he tested Lex's various reactions, then sighed, stopped and thought for a long time, and finally, he held Lex's back and said: "... Follow me."

He patted Lex's back and led him out of the door, through the dark corridor, and came to the previous room. Facing the strong stimulation of the smell of blood, Lex still did not react.

Without looking at the indescribable mass of matter in the center of the room, Schiller passed the pile of things, came to the bedside, and took out a small box from his suitcase.

After opening the box, there was a very small test tube inside. Schiller looked at the less than one milliliter of liquid left in the test tube, and he sighed deeply again, saying to himself: "It wasn't much to begin with, and now there's only this little left..."

"But, just because there's only this little left, it seems that there's nothing else I can do." Schiller said as if he was comforting himself.

He looked up at Lex, looked at his immature face and dull eyes, paused, and then walked over.

He unscrewed the lid of the small test tube, and the moment the lid was opened, a charming aroma of wine spread in the room.

He held Lex's chin with his hand, asked him to open his mouth, and then poured the liquid in the test tube into his mouth.

At the moment the liquid entered his mouth, Lex showed an extremely painful expression.

Schiller bent down and hugged him, stopping his struggle. Lex was like a dying fish coming ashore from the sea, shaking constantly. After a few minutes, he began to vomit and cough.

When Lex finally stood up, his eyes began to shine and emit a faint light.

Just like a vegetative person who had been lying in bed for many years, he suddenly woke up. He was confused for a moment, then stood there in a daze, and began to accept the memories in his mind.

Schiller pressed his shoulders, looked into his eyes, and said to him: "I know you are a little confused now. I think you should have memories of your experience, but I still have to explain it to you."

"Your father should have been abusing you, but I don't understand why he gave you an overdose of tranquilizers for a long time, so that these drugs seriously affected your developmental system and thinking ability."

"But by chance, I have a very magical thing that can reactivate people's thinking. Although it may make people crazy if used in excess, it should be effective for your symptoms if only a little."

"Of course, this thing will have some sequelae. It may make your mind more active and a little crazy in certain excited states, but it is still within the controllable range."

"Okay, kid, listen, I will hypnotize your father later and make him forget that I knocked him out and treated you."

"Hypnosis is not omnipotent. If there is enough time, maybe I can do more, but now, for some reasons, I have to leave immediately."

Schiller looked into Lex's eyes and said, "Remember, pretend that nothing happened, so that you can protect yourself. If he gives you drugs again, find a way to deceive him.

"Also, don't think about revenge before you are sure. Goodbye."

After speaking, Schiller turned around, closed his suitcase, and prepared to leave. Suddenly, he heard a slightly childish voice from behind: "Do you know why my father uses drugs to control me?"

Schiller turned his head, stared into Lex's eyes, and asked puzzledly: "You can speak so soon? You..."

In his vision, Lex, standing in front of a sea of ​​blood and corpses, bathed in the light, showed him a slightly crazy smile, and then said:

"Because I am a genius..."

"A super genius."

Behind him, the wind and snow were still blowing outside the window.

Time was moving fast as he shuttled between the wind and snow. When he looked in through the window again, the atmosphere of the confrontation between Schiller and Benjamin became more and more intense.

And the red-haired boy who had been standing behind Benjamin slowly raised the vase in his hand to the person in front of him.