Chapter 418: Mystery in the Metropolis (IV)

The figure fell from a high altitude, and the moment it touched the ground, time slowed down. The bright red blood spread out like waves. The tassels falling from the gorgeous tablecloth were hit by the splashing blood droplets, and swayed violently back and forth. The silver The candlestick fell down, and after the candlelight was extinguished, only the smoke line of the bird was left.

At the moment when the loud noise of the fall was heard, all the elegant ladies and ladies fell to the ground in panic. The gentlemen were not much better, regardless of the fact that the expensive leather shoes were damaged during the stepping, as if they were being stepped on. Like sardines in an unloaded fishing net, they pushed each other, screamed, and began to run away desperately.

Schiller turned his head and saw Lyonel taking two steps back, then covering his mouth with his hands, as if he was frightened by the scene in front of him. His face was pale, his fingertips were trembling a little, and his eyes revealed disbelief.

But soon, he took a few deep breaths, tried to calm himself down, and then shouted: "Don't move! We have security personnel!"

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His shouts had no effect. Those violent screams covered all the sounds. People desperately wanted to stay away from the body and this terrible place. Many people fell down while pushing and shoving. They went down and blocked the way again, and the situation became even more chaotic.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three gunshots were heard, and everything fell silent. The pause button seemed to be pressed in the entire banquet hall. Everyone opened their mouths and looked at the group of people walking in from the main entrance.

The leader was wearing a special police uniform and holding a pistol in his hand. The following people were dressed similarly to him. It was obvious that they were members of the same organization, but they were completely different from the Metropolitan Police.

"FBI."

The person in the lead walked to the center of the banquet hall and said, then flashed his ID and showed it to the left and right. After putting it away, he reloaded the pistol and waved. The two agents behind him Walk up and examine Mayor White's body.

At this time, Laionel walked out of the crowd quickly. His face was still a little pale. He walked around the messy place where the corpses fell, walked towards the leading agent, shook hands with him and said, " Benjamin, you are finally here, I was just about to send someone to invite you!”

"This charity dinner was jointly organized by the Luther family and the city government. How could something like this happen?" Lionel's facial features were all squeezed together, and his face showed an unprecedented fatigue.

He showed a very sad expression, and then said: "I know that the recent security situation in the metropolis is not optimistic. The police chief can't give an explanation, so the mayor and I agreed to let the agents stationed. Who knows..."

The agent known as Benjamin frowned deeply and looked very cold, but many people attending the meeting burst into dissatisfaction.

The banquet had not even officially started. The protagonist of the banquet, Mayor White, had already turned into a corpse. This seemed to tell everyone who came to the banquet that the cumbersome security inspections of the agents were in vain.

Many people in the crowd loudly asked, "What on earth is going on? Why did the mayor die?!"

"How did you check?! Can't you even check the gun?"

"Didn't you search me very carefully?"

"Yeah, you didn't even let me bring a fan, how could you let someone else bring a gun in?!"

This banquet invited celebrities from almost the entire East Coast, including wealthy businessmen, politicians, academics, and well-known media people. After the initial panic, this group of people gradually calmed down, and they began to continuously denounce the group of agents in the center of the venue.

Among them, a famous speaker on Chicago radio waved his fist and shouted angrily: "Look! This is what we get for sacrificing privacy! This is their conspiracy to implement surveillance laws!"

"That's right! Why are you still blocking the door?"

"Go away! I'm going home! I don't want to be in the same room with this horrible corpse!

"Get out of the way! Let me leave..."

Benjamin's expression remained unchanged. He looked around with a cold expression and stroked the lines on the pistol with his thumb. He spoke, and his cold voice echoed in the room.

"The mayor is dead and no one can leave now."

"What do you mean? You want to lock us in here?!"

"How could you do this?! You are illegally detained!

Various voices of dissatisfaction resounded from the crowd, but the agent named Benjamin seemed to ignore them. He waved his hand, and several agents poured in from the door of the banquet hall and blocked the place layer by layer.

What frightened the crowd even more was that all the agents were fully armed, and several participants who reacted too violently were directly stunned by the anesthetic spray and then dragged to a corner by the agents.

At this time, no one dared to protest loudly. Some people gritted their teeth and cursed in a low voice. Some people frowned and thought they were unlucky. There were also some smart people who secretly took out their mobile phones or other communicators to contact some friends they knew. , to get rid of this trouble.

The moment the body fell, Bruce had secretly pressed a contact device on the back of his watch. This satellite signal communication device would connect the laboratory in his manor and the equipment in the Batcave, providing him with data analysis support at any time, but Just now, he discovered that all signals had been cut off.

The agents were checking clues around Mayor White's body, while Bruce was watching coldly. Schiller, who was also standing still and observing the situation, was also standing there.

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He was standing closer to the inside than the mayor fell, so the crowd outside did not affect him. He still stood there, holding a glass of wine, quietly watching the group of agents searching around the body.

Although the distance was far, Schiller was looking over there when the body fell, so he saw very clearly that Mayor White died of a gunshot to the head, but he fell from the top of the patio, which made him, like all the people who jumped from the building, suffer another internal organ rupture.

After discovering that all communication tools had lost signal, Bruce began to move towards Schiller's direction without leaving a trace, but he found that his professor shook his head with a glass of wine and turned to walk deep into the hall.

Not only Bruce noticed Schiller's unusual movement, but Benjamin also noticed it. This abnormality was too obvious. Schiller was the only one moving in the entire banquet hall.

Others just looked in the direction of Mayor White's body, while Schiller strode over the candlestick that fell to the ground and walked towards the back of the banquet hall.

While the other agents were driving all the people to the wall, Benjamin strode over and blocked Schiller's way, then looked at him coldly and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Schiller gave a reason that Benjamin couldn't refute. In theory, even if the sky fell, you couldn't stop people from going to the bathroom. This is a reason that can be used with confidence in any scenario.

However, when the body had just landed and the agents were patrolling the whole place, the one who dared to move first must not be an ordinary person.

Benjamin still looked at Schiller with the scrutiny and cold eyes that only agents have. Schiller also looked at him, with no change on his face, as if he was just stating a simple fact.

"The situation is special, please cooperate." Benjamin still did not move, but Schiller did not intend to retreat. The two of them were deadlocked here. At this time, Lionel also strode over and smiled at Benjamin:

"Benjamin, let me introduce you, this is Professor Rodriguez, a world-renowned psychology expert, a master of criminal psychology, and has participated in the detection of many serial murders..."

"Moreover, he is the distinguished guest I invited here, and I also want to hire him as a tutor for my son."

"My son, Little Lex, is almost an adult. I originally wanted to introduce him to the social circle at this dinner. He is already waiting in the reception room upstairs. I was just about to introduce him to Professor Rodriguez. You see..."

"Mr. Luther, I am just doing my job. During the last Metropolitan Mayoral election, The turmoil has been very ugly, and this time something like this happened again. If we don't investigate it strictly, do you want the whole world to laugh at us? "

"I know, of course I know, Benjamin, you have been in the Metropolitan for a long time, we have been together for a few months, don't I know you?" Lionel did not retreat at all because of Benjamin's cold face. He still maintained that kind smile that made people feel good, and said:

"But Professor Rodriguez is not going to leave here, he just goes to the bathroom, what's wrong with that?"

"If I let him go, everyone here will want to go to the bathroom in less than two minutes."

"I can prove that I am not a suspect." Schiller said shockingly, Benjamin immediately set his eyes on his face, and then stared at his face.

"Yes, I can prove it." Lionel said hurriedly: "When the body fell, Professor Rodriguez was talking to me. We were standing here and everyone could see it. It was definitely not us who did it."

"That's not what I meant."

To Lionel's surprise, Schiller denied Lionel's explanation. He just looked into Benjamin's eyes and said: "I think you should have sent my name to the intelligence agency you can contact through the secret device on your wrist."

"Now, my resume should have appeared on your phone. You might as well open it and take a look."

Benjamin's eyes did not move. He just took out his phone from his pocket calmly and looked at a text message on the screen.

When he was halfway through, his fingers paused slightly, and then he didn't continue reading. He put the phone back in his pocket and said to Schiller, "The results of the investigation will be out in 5 minutes at the latest. I hope to see you here before that."

"No problem, Mr. Lionel, do you want to go with me? This is a rare opportunity. Maybe he won't let anyone go to the bathroom tonight."

Benjamin didn't look at the two of them, but turned and left. Lionel hesitated in place, but still followed Schiller's pace.

"What's in your resume? Why did he agree?" Lionel looked at Schiller and asked.

"Shouldn't you have read my resume too?"

"Oh, yes..."

"Do you think that if I did it, I would shoot him in the head directly?"

Onel opened his mouth for a moment. He was a little unable to refute, but soon he recalled Schiller's somewhat astonishing resume. He had to admit that compared with the murders in his resume that were basically indescribable, the city's Long White’s death was too banal.

On the way to the bathroom, Schiller said to himself: "A gorgeous ball with laughter and banquet, a group of celebrities from the political, business and artistic circles, a group of agents who are everywhere but without knowing the purpose, a body falling from the sky Corpse..."

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"This opening is really like a scene from some old-school detective novels. I think the person who did it should be a fan of such novels."

Lionel heard Schiller whispering to himself in a low voice: "The topic was chosen well, but the timing was a little bad..."

"Professor Rodriguez, do you think this may be related to the serial murderer who has been active in Metropolis recently?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "I have never seen the so-called serial murderer's crime scene, so I can't be sure whether he is a real serial murderer."

"What do you mean?" Lionel asked very confused.

"Criminals who commit serial murders are two different things from real serial murderers. Real serial murderers are all born killers, cold-blooded, ruthless, and enjoy killing..."

"And today..." Schiller touched his wrist, stopped at the door of the bathroom, turned to look at Onel and said, "The person who did it today should be just a bad criminal who kills for some benefit."

"How did you come to this conclusion?" Lionel asked with some confusion.

"Do you know what I would do if I did it?"

Lionel looked at Schiller and asked him: "How to do it?"

Schiller turned his head away, not looking at him, but said to himself: "At the beginning of the banquet, there will be a host introducing important guests, right?"

"The host will shout, 'Now, let's invite our most respected mayor, Mr. White!', and then..."

"Our respected mayor will descend from the sky."

Schiller turned his head and showed a smile that made Lionel's hair stand on end.

"Precise, humorous and dramatic."