The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 421 Suspicious clouds in the metropolis ([-])
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, and the tassels falling from the gorgeous tablecloth were hit by the splashed blood droplets, shaking violently back and forth. The candlestick fell down, and after the candle was extinguished, only the curling smoke remained.

At the moment when the loud noise of the fall sounded, all the elegant ladies and ladies fell to the ground in panic, and the gentlemen were not much better, regardless of the damage of those expensive leather shoes during the trampling, as if they were on the ground. Like sardines in the unloaded fishing net, they pushed each other, screamed, and began to run away desperately.

Schiller turned his head and saw Lionel took two steps back, and then covered his mouth with his hands, as if he was terrified by the scene in front of him, his face was pale, his fingertips were trembling, 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!!!"

His yelling didn't have any effect, those violent screams covered all the voices, people desperately wanted to stay away from that corpse, wanting to stay away from this terrible place, and between pushing and shoving, many people fell After going down, the way was blocked again, and the situation became even more chaotic.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There were three gunshots, and everything fell silent. It was as if the pause button had been pressed in the entire banquet hall. Everyone opened their mouths wide and looked at the group of people who came in from the main entrance.

The leader was dressed in the uniform of a secret service policeman and held a pistol in his hand. The people behind him were dressed similarly to him. It could be seen that they belonged to an organization, but they were completely different from the Metropolitan Police.

"Federal Bureau of Investigations."

The person in the lead walked to the center of the banquet hall and said, then showed his ID with a "snap", and showed it to the left and right. After putting it away, he reloaded the pistol, and then waved his hand. The two agents behind him Go forward and examine Mayor White's body.

At this time, Lionel quickly walked out from the crowd, his face was still a little pale, he walked around the place where the messy corpses fell, walked towards the leading agent, shook hands with him and said, " Benjamin, you are finally here, I just wanted to send someone to invite you!"

"This charity dinner was jointly organized by the Luthor family and the city government. How could such a thing happen?" Lionel's facial features were all crowded together, showing an unprecedented fatigue on his face.

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

The agent named Benjamin frowned deeply, his expression was very indifferent, but many people attending the meeting broke out in dissatisfaction.

Before the banquet 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 checks of the agents were useless.

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

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

"Didn't you check very carefully when you searched me?"

"That's right, you don't even let me bring a fan, how can you let someone else bring a gun in?!"

Celebrities from almost the entire east coast were invited to this banquet, including wealthy businessmen, politicians, scholars, and well-known media professionals. After the initial panic, this group of people gradually calmed down, and they began to constantly criticize the group of agents in the center of the venue.

Among them, a well-known voice on the Chicago radio station waved his fist and shouted angrily: "Look! This is the result of us sacrificing privacy! This is their conspiracy to push the surveillance bill!"

"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 go..."

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

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

"What do you mean? Do you want to lock us up here?!"

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

Various voices of dissatisfaction were heard again from the crowd, but the agent named Benjamin seemed to have never heard of it. With a wave of his hand, several agents poured in from the door of the banquet hall, sealing the place layer by layer.

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

At this time, no one dared to protest loudly anymore. Some people gritted their teeth and cursed in a low voice. , to get rid of this trouble.

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

The agents gathered around Mayor White's body to check the clues, while Bruce was watching with cold eyes. Schiller, who was also standing outside and observing the situation in the field, stood still.

He was standing further in than where the mayor fell. Therefore, the crowds outside did not affect him. He still stood there, holding a glass of wine, quietly watching the group of agents getting up and down near the corpse. rummage.

Despite the distance, Schiller was looking that way when the body fell, so he saw very clearly that Mayor White died from a shot in the head, killed by a single shot, but fell from the top of the patio. Falling down, let him, like all the people who jumped off the building, suffer another visceral rupture.

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

Not only Bruce noticed Schiller's abnormal movement, but Benjamin also noticed it. This anomaly was so obvious that Schiller was the only one moving in the entire banquet hall.

At most, the others were just looking in the direction of Mayor White's corpse, while Schiller strode directly over the candlestick that fell on the ground and walked towards the back of the banquet hall.

Taking advantage of the time when other agents drove all the crowd to the wall, Benjamin strode over, blocked Schiller's only way, then looked at him coldly, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Schiller gave a reason that Benjamin had no way to refute. It stands to reason that even if the sky falls, people cannot be stopped from going to the toilet. This is a reason that can be used confidently in any situation.

However, it must not be an ordinary person who dares to move first when the body has just landed and the agents are patrolling the field.

Benjamin still looked at Schiller with the scrutiny and cold eyes unique to agents, and Schiller also looked at him with the same expression on his face, as if he was just stating a simple fact.

"The situation is special, please cooperate." Benjamin still didn't get out of the way, but Schiller didn't plan to back off, and 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. He is a world-renowned psychologist and a master of criminal psychology. He has participated in the detection of many serial murders..."

"Besides, he is a distinguished guest I invited here, and I also want to hire him to be my son's tutor."

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

"Mr. Luthor, I'm just doing business. The turmoil caused by the mayor election of the metropolis last time was already ugly. This time something like this happened again. If you don't strictly investigate and deal with it, you want the whole world to see it." Are we joking?"

"I know, of course I know, Benjamin, it's not been a day or two since you came to the metropolis, we've been together for a few months, don't I know you well?" Lionel didn't back down at all because of Benjamin's cold face, He still kept that friendly smile that made people feel good, and said:
"But Professor Rodriguez didn't want to leave here, he just went to the bathroom, what's wrong?"

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

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

"Yes, I can also prove it." Lionel said quickly: "Professor Rodriguez was talking to me when the body fell, and the two of us were standing here, and everyone could see it. Maybe we did it."

"I don't mean that."

To Lionel's surprise, Schiller denied Lionel's explanation. He just looked into Benjamin's eyes and said, "I think you should have contacted me through the hidden device on your wrist. The intelligence agency that arrived sent my name."

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

Benjamin's eyes didn't move, he just took out the phone from his pocket calmly, and then looked at a text message on the screen.

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

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

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

"What's in your resume? Why would he agree?" Lionel asked, looking at Schiller.

"Shouldn't you have read my resume?"

"Oh yes……"

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

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

On the way to the bathroom, Schiller said to himself: "A gorgeous dance party with a feast of talking and laughing, a group of celebrities from the political, business and arts circles, a group of spies who are everywhere but don't know their purpose, a body that fell from the sky Corpse..."

"This opening scene is too much like a scene in some old-school detective novels. I think the person who did it should be a fan of this type of novel."

Lionel heard Schiller muttering to himself in a low voice: "The topic selection is very good, but the timing is a little bit..."

"Professor Rodriguez, tell me, is this related to the serial murderer who has been active in the Metropolis recently?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "I haven't seen the crime scene of the so-called serial murderer, so I can't be sure whether he is a real serial murderer or not."

"What do you mean?" Lionel asked suspiciously.

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

"And today..." Schiller stroked his wrist, stopped at the door of the bathroom, turned his head to look at Lionel and said, "The person who did it today should be just a crappy criminal who kills for some kind of profit."

"How to come to this conclusion?" Lionel asked with some doubts.

"You know what I would do if I did it?"

Lionel looked at Schiller and asked him, "How?"

Schiller turned his head away, didn't look at him, but said to himself: "At the beginning of the banquet, the host will introduce important guests, right?"

"The host will shout 'Next, our most respected mayor, Mr. White!', and then..."

"Our honorable mayor, will fall from the sky."

Schiller turned his head and gave Lionel a creepy smile.

"Precise, humorous and dramatic."

(End of this chapter)