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 was Rodriguez. He killed two people! He even cut one of them into pieces! I saw it with my own eyes!

! "

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

This was the first time that Benjamin felt that people's emotions can really become like physical knives, which can stick to people's backs like a thorn.

If the emotion of hatred can really turn into reality, then Onel may have the sharpest weapon in the world, but unfortunately, this kind of thing is impossible to happen.

Therefore, he could only clenched his fists fiercely in the reception room, stamped his feet, and vented all kinds of negative emotions against Schiller to Benjamin as a victim.

When Benjamin heard what Onel said, "Schiller killed at least two people," he frowned deeply.

At this time, the snow outside the window began to get heavier and heavier. Through the fluttering snowflakes, warm light spots lit up again. The mayor's mansion appeared in the sky in the snow, and time traveled back to two years ago.

This time, the brilliant lights were dimmed, and the blood stains in the living room had not been wiped clean. The body of the deputy speaker was lying in the corner on one side of the hall, covered with a white cloth. All the doors in the mayor's mansion were closed tightly, and everyone They all turned off the lights and hid in the bedroom, not daring to make a sound.

Because just now, two more deaths occurred, and even the police were unable to maintain order. Everyone could only hide in their small rooms in a hurry like mice being chased by cats, in an attempt to gain something. Some sense of security.

A severe blizzard surrounded the manor, turning it into a prison for ordinary people, and at the same time, it also became a hunting ground for serial murderers.

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

Lyonel walked tiptoeing in the corridor, and when he came to the door that revealed a ray of light, he stopped and held his breath. He heard a cold voice coming from the door:

"...It seems that this is the last one...Unfortunately, I still don't have what I'm looking for."

Lionel heard the creepy sound of meat being cut from inside the room, followed by the sound of water and the "tapping" sound of leather shoes pacing on the floor. All of this made him feel extremely frightened. 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 coming from the room was intermittent. Lionel continued to hold his breath, trying to hear it clearly, but soon, the sound in the room stopped, and Lionel's body was shaking a little.

Just as he calmed down through deep breathing, stood up, and was about to leave, he heard a soft "squeak" sound and the door opened.

A figure in a suit stood in the light projected by the room, but it was like a black hole swallowing all light. That was Schiller Rodriguez.

Lionel fell to the ground. He tried to move his body and took a few steps back. He let out a short breath and said, "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, and then kill him and put him Throw it down from upstairs, so you followed me all the way here to hear what I am looking for."

Lionel turned over hard and got up from the ground. He clasped his hands and crouched and said: "No, no, Mr. Professor, I didn't see anything. I can keep it secret. Really... …”

"Then why do you come here?"

The evil tone conveyed a heart-breaking coldness. Lionel didn't even know how to answer. He tried to force out a fake smile, and Schiller also showed a smile, but the smile looked creepy. .

"Uh... That's it. I came to you. Actually, I just want 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 that Schiller would ask this question directly. He showed a very hesitant and embarrassed expression. He said: "It's very late now, and..."

"If you're not here for this, then you've really seen something..."

As Schiller said these words, Lai Onel saw a trace of blood flowing from the crack in the door. He swallowed, and the fearful expression on his face could hardly be suppressed. In the end, in order to save his life, he Or said: "...No, I am serious. If you think so, then come with me..."

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

Lex Luthor, wearing a suit, was waiting there. At that time, he was even younger and only a teenager in stature.

"Gene Era"

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

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Schiller narrowed his eyes, then Onel stepped forward and asked politely: "Professor, how are you? Is my son's condition okay?"

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

Lionel's attention was on Lex, so he didn't notice Schiller walking behind him and picking up a vase from the decorative table.

"This child has bad luck. His mother suffered from postpartum depression when she gave birth to him. I hired many doctors to take good care of him, but in the end she committed suicide..."

"Although I was sad, I knew that I had to hold on for little Lex. But what made me even more devastated was that a few years later, he was diagnosed with childhood autism and could not interact normally with others. Communication and thinking are not normal..."

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

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

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

There was a loud "bang" sound, Lionel fell to the ground, Schiller dropped the handle of the vase, and did not look at Lionel who was knocked unconscious by him and his head was covered with blood, but came to Lex in front of.

He bent down and touched Lex's head, but Lex still didn't respond and was still sluggish.

Schiller rolled his eyelids and whispered to himself: "Long-term overdose of tranquillizers..."

He groped around on Rex's body, and when he touched Rex's calves and knees, Rex shrank instinctively.

Schiller rolled up Rex's trousers and found many old wounds on them. He asked Rex to turn around. After lifting up his shirt, I found that there were injuries on his back. Obviously, this could not have been caused by an accident, but was a mark of abuse.

He turned his head and glanced at Lai Anel, his eyes became a little cold, and then he tested Lex's various reactions, then sighed, stopped in place and thought for a long time, and finally, he helped him. The back of Kes said: "...come with me."

He patted Lex on the back and guided him out of the door, through the dark corridor, and to the previous room. Faced with the stimulation of the strong smell of blood, Lex still had no reaction.

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

After opening the box, there was a very small reagent tube inside. Schiller looked at the less than one milliliter of liquid left in the reagent tube. He sighed deeply and said to himself: "It was not meant to be. There are so many, but now there is only a little left..."

"However, just because there is only this little left, it seems that there is nothing else that can be done." Schiller said as if he was comforting himself.

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

He unscrewed the cap of the small reagent tube. The moment the cap was opened, a charming aroma of wine spread in the room.

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

The moment the liquid entered his mouth, Lex showed an expression of extreme pain.

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

When Lex finally straightened up, his eyes began to glow a little, shimmering.

It was like a vegetative person who had been lying in a hospital bed for many years suddenly woke up. He was confused for a moment, then froze in place and began to accept the memories in his mind.

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

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

"But coincidentally, I have a very magical thing that can reactivate people's thinking. Although if it is used excessively, it may make people go crazy, but if it is only a little bit, it should be just right for your symptoms."

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

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

"Hypnosis is not a panacea. If I have 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 nothing happened, so 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 absolutely sure. Goodbye."

After that, 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 in confusion: "You can speak so quickly? You..."

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

"Because I am a genius..."

"A super genius. "

Behind him, the snow was still blowing outside the window.

As he shuttled between the snow and wind, time moved forward rapidly. When he looked in through the window again, the confrontation between Schiller and Benjamin became more and more intense.

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