Chapter 424: Mystery in the Metropolis (10)

The night is getting deeper and deeper. Looking out from the wooden window, you can see the end of the pitch-black night, with a faint deep blue glow.

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

A gust of breeze came in through the gap in the corridor window and blew off the piece of paper taped to the door. When the piece of paper fell to the ground, there were a few words written on it - "Do Not Disturb".

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

When the desk lamp is turned on, it will project a cone-shaped halo upward on the wall and corners close to it. Outside of this halo, there are thick shadows everywhere else.

The dim light and the reflection of the fluttering snowflakes are intertwined. Just looking at it makes people feel the cold outside and the warmth inside, making them feel even more sleepy and groggy.

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

He let the handle of the umbrella rest on the bedside table, and a ray of light from the desk lamp poured down along the umbrella tube. When it hit the umbrella surface, it reflected the weird and mysterious patterns on it, which were a bit like snake skin. But the curvature of the curve is larger, and it seems to be slowly changing under the light.

Putting the umbrella away, Schiller lay down 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, the ground There was another series of rapid noises, and the sound of heels on the wooden floor was heard one after another.

"Winter, winter, winter..."

The knock on the door came from Schiller's dream, but it failed to wake him up immediately.

"Dongdongdongdong! Dongdong!"

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

"Professor Rodriguez! Are you there? Professor Rodriguez! Please wake up! Another death occurred!"

"My Healing Game"

Schiller sat beside the bed. He tilted his head and glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It showed that it was 3 o'clock in the morning. Only an hour and a half had passed since Kayla came to inform Schiller that Mrs. Davis was dead. .

Schiller stood up. He had no intention of changing 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 woken up. Keira looked into Schiller's eyes and said:

"Laionel Luther is dead."

Schiller took a step forward, as if he wanted to go out like this, but Keira didn't step aside, so Schiller didn't go out. Keira looked Schiller up and down and said, "I'm sorry, but that's how you plan to go out." ”

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

Kayla turned her head and glanced at the snowflakes that were getting bigger and bigger outside the corridor window. She sighed, gave way to a way, and followed Schiller and said: "We are not very lucky. If the blizzard continues, Then I’m afraid no one can leave this manor.”

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

"If the heavy snow continues for a month, you will have one month to complete these tasks. But 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. ”

Keira was choked, but she still said: "Four fatalities occurred in a few hours. This spy's methods were really cruel."

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

"It's not us that's trapped by this heavy snow, but you," Schiller concluded.

Schiller is right. The combined energy of all the celebrities on the East Coast is still very large. Although the CIA, as a spy agency, has great power overseas, it also has to face domestic pressure. So many people have died now. People, even the head of the Luthor Group, were murdered, causing a commotion no less than the previous assassination of a mayoral candidate.

Kayla sighed inwardly. The skills she had learned to guide conversations were completely useless with Schiller. She seemed to never be able to take the initiative in the topic. During the period when she joined the CIA, She has never encountered such an opponent in all her time.

The two walked through the corridor, walked down the stairs, and came to the reception room of the mayor's residence. 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 a lot of people in the living room. On the left stood Benjamin, the agent in charge, and on the right were Bruce and Selina. A little to the right in front stood the red-haired Lex Luthor, and in the center of the living room lay a There was a body lying there, that of Lionel Luther.

Lionel Luther's condition was very miserable. His face was covered in blood, and there was a deep bruise on his chin. His forehead seemed to have been hit hard with a blunt instrument. The area where his head touched the ground was also covered in blood, and the area around his head was covered in blood. There were also fragments of vases scattered about.

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

"Thank you, Kayla. Please go outside to maintain order and ensure that this news does not spread, otherwise it may cause panic." Benjamin turned to Kayla and said to Kayla. Kayla seemed a little surprised when she heard this order, but After being stunned for a moment, she still did it.

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

"Officer Benjamin, your unprofessionalism really surprises me." Schiller was also rude. He walked to the front of the body, put his umbrella on the ground, looked at Benjamin and said, "What matters is not whether I have seen it before." past him, but who was the last to see him."

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

Bruce was being supported by Selina, and it seemed that just standing up straight had taken a lot of effort on his part. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and said in that over-alcoholic accent: "I drank some wine... I only drank a little and felt the room was a little hot, so I wanted to come out for some fresh air..."

"I was walking... I seemed to have vomited, 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, ahem..."

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

"I smelled something strange, like the smell of blood. Don't ask me why I could smell it. I just drank some wine, but I wasn't very drunk..."

"I opened the door and saw Onel collapsed here. At that time, I felt that I might be drunk, and now I am...hehehehehe...ahem..."

After speaking, Bruce began to retching again. Selina held his waist and patted his back to calm him down. Schiller looked at Benjamin and said, "Before this, the last person who saw Leonne was Mr. Er, it should be you, right? "

"After Mrs. Davis's body was found, Lionel has admitted everything. He has admitted that he was responsible for the death of Old Pike and Mayor White, and that you took him away."

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

"Leonel is not innocent, he is not a good person, and 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 very late now, and this is the fourth time that you woke me up from 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."

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

"Officer Benjamin, I don't know where you meant to take him to a proper place to keep him under guard. I only know that your so-called proper measures have not had any effect."

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

As Schiller spoke, time went back about an hour and a half.

Schiller's words that pointed directly at Lionel's heart had just finished. Lionel's face turned blue. After a long time, he held his chest and coughed, like a man who was angry.

He had completely lost the power of disguise and stared at Schiller with sinister eyes, but Schiller remained unmoved 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 stepped forward and cuffed Onel. Just as Onel was about to speak, Benjamin said: "Mr. Onel, it seems that you have admitted it." You committed two murders, so you'd better cooperate with our investigation."

After Benjamin turned around, Schiller couldn't see his expression, but Lyonel, who was facing him, kept staring at Schiller.

It wasn't until Lai Onel was taken out by the agents that Benjamin turned to Schiller and said, "Professor Rodriguez, thank you for your cooperation, wonderful reasoning and detection. Now you can go back and rest."

It sounded like a compliment, but there was no polite or polite tone at all. Instead, it seemed rigid and stiff, but Schiller didn't care, he just wanted to go upstairs to sleep.

And 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 attend certain events will stay here, so there are many guest rooms, and each room is also equipped with an internal service phone.

Schiller picked up the phone, and it was no surprise that 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 troubled by those troubles, you'd better come here..."

Schiller put down the phone and slowly narrowed his eyes.