Chapter 434: Mystery in the Metropolis (20)

The night was getting darker and darker. Looking out from the wooden window lattice, one could see a faint dark blue at the end of the pitch-black night.

At first, there was no light in the corridor, but as the white snowflakes drifted past the window, the snow on the windowsill and the wooden floor of the corridor spread like moonlight.

A breeze rushed in from the gap in the corridor window, blowing off the paper on the door. When the paper fell to the ground, there were a few words written on it - "Do Not Disturb".

Through the door, a figure sat by the bed. He had changed into pajamas and turned off the chandelier on the ceiling of the guest room and the wall lamp on the wall, leaving only a table lamp on the bedside table still on.

When the table lamp is on, it will project a cone-shaped halo upwards from the wall and corner it is close to. Other places outside this halo are thick shadows.

The dim light and the reflection of the dancing snowflakes interweave together. Just by looking at it, people can feel the cold outside and the warmth inside, and they become more sleepy.

Schiller put his glasses into the glasses case. He looked up at the snow falling harder and harder outside the window, and took out an umbrella from the shadow under the bed.

He let the handle of the umbrella lean on the bedside table. A ray of light from the table lamp poured down along the umbrella tube. When it shone on the umbrella, it reflected the strange and mysterious pattern on it. It was a bit like the pattern of snake skin, but the curve was more curved. Under the light, it seemed to be slowly changing.

Putting the umbrella away, Schiller lay on the bed, stretched out his hand to pull the quilt over, and gradually adjusted his breathing to make the frequency lower. Just when his consciousness was about to sink into the white space, suddenly, a series of rapid noises came from the ground again, and the sound of heels stepping on the wooden floor rang out one after another.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

The knocking sound came from Schiller's dream, but it failed to wake him up immediately.

"Knock, knock, knock! Knock!"

The knocking sound became more and more urgent. Schiller, who had just fallen asleep, slowly opened his eyes. He sat up from the bed slowly, picked up the glasses case slowly, took out the glasses inside and put them on again. At this time, he heard Kayla's voice coming from outside the door.

"Professor Rodriguez! Are you there? Professor Rodriguez! Please wake up! Another murder case!"

Schiller sat on the bed. He tilted his head and glanced at the wall clock. It showed that it was 3 a.m., and only one and a half hours had passed since Kayla came to inform Schiller that Mrs. Davis was dead.

Schiller stood up. He did not mean to change into formal clothes, but turned around and reached out to pick up the umbrella.

He opened the door. Keira's hair was down. It looked like she was going to sleep, but she was suddenly called up. Keira looked into Schiller's eyes and said:

"Lionel Luther is dead."

Schiller took a step forward, as if he wanted to go out like this, but Keira didn't move, so Schiller didn't go out. Keira looked Schiller up and down and said, "I'm sorry, but are you going to go out like this?"

As she said that, her eyes fell on the umbrella in Schiller's hand.

Kayla turned her head and looked at the snowflakes that were getting bigger and bigger outside the corridor window. She sighed, made way, and followed Schiller and said, "We are not very lucky. If the blizzard continues, I am afraid no one can leave this manor."

"Isn't this just what you want? You gathered everyone here and cut off the signal, isn't it to find out the spy among us?"

"If the heavy snow continues for a month, you will have a month to complete these tasks. Don't tell me that your detection efficiency is worse than that of the FBI. Even if the FBI comes here, one month should be enough."

Kayla was choked, but she still said, "Four murders occurred in a row within a few hours. The spy's methods are too cruel."

"Or rather, now that even old Luther is dead, you can no longer bear this responsibility. If it weren't for this heavy snow, you might have lifted the blockade and let everyone leave."

"This heavy snow trapped you, not us." Schiller concluded.

Schiller was right. The combined power of all the celebrities on the East Coast was still very large. Although the CIA, as a spy agency, had great power overseas, it also had to face domestic pressure. Now that so many people had died, even the head of the Luther Group had been murdered. The turmoil it had stirred up was no less than the assassination of the mayoral candidate before.

Kayla sighed in her heart. The skills she had learned to guide the conversation were completely useless to Schiller. She seemed to never be able to take the initiative in the topic. During the time she had joined the CIA, she had never encountered such an opponent.

The two walked through the corridor, went down the stairs, and came to the reception room of the mayor's mansion. Schiller looked around the scene in the reception room and said, "You are all here. It seems that I am the last one."

At this time. There were quite a few people in the reception room. On the left stood Benjamin, the head of the secret service, on the right stood Bruce and Selina, and in front and slightly to the right stood Lex Luthor with red hair, and in the middle of the reception room lay a body, that was Lionel Luthor.

Lionel Luthor was in a miserable state, his face was covered in blood, there was a deep bruise on his chin, his forehead seemed to have been hit by a blunt object, the place where his head touched the ground was also covered in blood, and there were some vase fragments scattered around his head.

Seeing Schiller in pajamas, Bruce glanced at him and turned his head back, as if he didn't want to see the professor at all. His expression did not escape Benjamin's eyes, but it made his brows frown even deeper.

"Thank you, Kayla, please go outside to maintain order and make sure this news doesn't get out, otherwise it may cause panic." Benjamin turned to Kayla and said, Kayla seemed a little surprised to hear this order, but after a moment of hesitation, she still did it.

After he left, there were only five people left in the room, namely Bruce, Lex, Benjamin, Schiller and Selina. Benjamin spoke first. He stared into Schiller's eyes and said, "As far as I know, before Luther died, he had seen you in this conference room."

"Officer Benjamin, I am really surprised by your unprofessionalism." Schiller was also unceremonious. He walked to the front of the body, propped his umbrella on the ground, looked at Benjamin and said, "What matters is not whether I have seen him, but who saw him last."

Benjamin turned his head to look at Bruce again, and said, "It was Mr. Bruce Wayne who discovered the crime scene. Let him talk about it."

Bruce was supported by Selina. It seemed that just standing up straight had taken him a lot of effort. He rubbed his eyes hard and spoke with that big tongue of excessive drinking. The first person said in an accent: "I drank a little wine... only a little, and felt a little hot in the room, so I wanted to come out for some fresh air..."

"I was walking... I seemed to vomit, and a waiter came to help me, and I got rid of him... I didn't want him to catch me, he should stay away from me, cough cough..."

"So... so I... I walked forward, and as I walked, I seemed to hear a little sound, I heard... there seemed to be movement in this door, so I knocked on the door, but no one responded..."

"I smelled a strange smell, like blood, don't ask me why I could smell it, I just drank a little wine, but I wasn't drunk..."

"I pushed the door open and saw Lionel lying here. At that time, I thought I might be drunk, and now I am still... hehehehehe... cough cough ..."

After that, Bruce started to dry heave again. Selina held his waist and patted his back to calm him down. Schiller looked at Benjamin and said, "Before this, the last person to see Mr. Lionel should be you, right?"

"After Mrs. Davis' body was found, Lionel admitted everything. He admitted that he was the one who did the cases of Old Pike and Mayor White, and you took him away."

Benjamin was silent. Schiller raised his wrist, looked at his watch, and then tapped the ground with the tip of the umbrella and said:

"Lionel is not innocent. He is not a good person. He just killed Mayor White and Old Pike. He died here. It can only be said that he deserved it. No one needs to pay an extra price for it."

"It's late now, and And this is the fourth time that you have woken me up from my bed when I was about to fall asleep. "

"So, let's skip the process of mutual suspicion, evidence, accusation, and revelation, and just tell the truth directly."

Schiller looked around and found that the others were still silent. He put his hands on the handle of the umbrella and said, "Okay, let's start with me."

"Officer Benjamin, I don't know where you mean when you say to take him to a proper place for custody. I only know that your so-called proper measures have not played any role at all."

"Not long after I came out of the bathroom and returned to my room, I received a call from Lionel. He asked me to go to the reception room..."

As Schiller narrated, time went back to about an hour and a half ago.

As soon as Schiller's words that pointed directly to Lionel's heart fell, Lionel's face turned blue. After a long time, he covered his chest and coughed, like a person with a rage.

He had completely lost the power of disguise, staring at Schiller with sinister eyes, but Schiller was not moved at all.

Just when Schiller was about to speak, Benjamin waved to the door, and two burly agents walked in.

Benjamin explained to them, and they walked forward and handcuffed Lionel. Just as Lionel was about to speak, Benjamin said: "Mr. Lionel, it seems that you have admitted that you have committed two murders. It is best to cooperate with our investigation."

After Benjamin turned around, Schiller could not see his expression, but Lionel, who was facing him, kept staring at Schiller.

Until Lionel was taken out by the agent, Benjamin turned to Schiller and said, "Professor Rodriguez, thank you for your cooperation, wonderful reasoning and investigation, now you can go back and rest."

This sounds like a compliment, but there is no politeness or politeness at all, but it seems rigid and stiff, but Schiller doesn't care, he just wants to go upstairs to sleep.

Just when he returned to the bedroom, untied his tie and prepared to change clothes, the phone in the guest room rang.

The mayor's mansion is not just the mayor's private residence. Most of the guests who come to visit the mayor or participate in certain activities will stay here, so there are many guest rooms, and each guest room is also equipped with an internal service phone.

Schiller picked up the phone, and to no surprise, he heard Lionel's suppressed angry voice on the other end: "Rodriguez, I'll wait for you in the reception room..."

Before Schiller could answer, Lionel said in a cold tone: "I know what you did in the mayoral election two years ago. If you don't want to be in trouble, you'd better come here..."

After hanging up the phone, Schiller narrowed his eyes slowly.

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