The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 431 Metropolis Suspicion (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 dismembered one of them! I saw it with my own eyes!!!"

When Lionel pronounced the name Rodriguez, all kinds of negative emotions came out of his teeth like a flood.

It was the first time that Benjamin felt that people's emotions can really become like a real knife, which makes people feel like a knife.

If the emotion of hatred can really turn into substance, then maybe Lionel has the sharpest weapon in the world, but unfortunately, this kind of thing is impossible to happen.

Therefore, he could only clenched his fists and stomped his feet in this reception room, venting all kinds of negative emotions against Schiller to Benjamin as a victim.

And Benjamin frowned deeply when he heard Lionel's words "Schiller killed at least two people".

At this time, the snow outside the window began to grow bigger and bigger. Through the fluttering snowflakes, the warm light spots lit up again, and the mayor's mansion of different time and body appeared in the snowy sky, and the time traveled back to two years ago.

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

Because just now, two more homicides occurred, and even the police were unable to maintain order. Everyone could only hide in their small rooms in a hurry like a mouse being chased by a cat, trying to gain some sense of security.

A violent snowstorm 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, there is only a glimmer of light from a room at the end. The light from the crack of the door is like a sharp knife, cutting the end of the corridor into another cold and gloomy space.

Lionel tiptoed along the corridor, before he came to the door with a ray of light, he stopped, and then held his breath, he heard a cold voice 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 in the room, followed by the sound of water, and the "da da" sound of leather shoes pacing on the floor, all of which made him feel terrified, But he still suppressed this emotion and continued to listen.

"Such a huge treasure...Boom, boom...It seems that I have to leave here, but before that..."

The sound coming from the room was intermittent, and Lionel continued to hold his breath, trying to hear it clearly, but soon, the sound in the room stopped, and Lionel's body trembled a little.

Just as he calmed down by taking a deep breath, stood up, and was about to leave, he heard a soft "squeak" and the door opened.

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

Lionel fell to the ground, he tried his best to move his body, took a few steps back, let out a short breath, and said, "Professor Rodriguez..."

"Have you seen it?" Schiller asked him expressionlessly.

"No, I didn't, I didn't see anything!"

"You saw me kill Nelson." Schiller said in an affirmative sentence, "You saw me go to him, ask him those questions, kill him, and put him Throw it down from upstairs, so you followed me all the way here, wanting to hear what I was looking for."

Lionel tried his best to turn over and got up from the ground. He clasped his hands, bent his body and said: "No, no, Mr. Professor, I didn't see anything, I can keep it secret, really... "

"Then why did you come here?"

The evil tone revealed a palpitating coldness, Lionel didn't even know how to answer, he tried to squeeze out a little smirk, Schiller also showed a smile, but that smile looked creepy .

"Uh...it's like this, I came to you, but I just want you to treat my son. He suffers from autism. I have invited many experts, but I think 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, and he said: "It's very late now, and..."

"If you're not for this, then you're really seeing something..."

As Schiller said these words, Lionel saw a trace of blood flowing from the crack of the door, he swallowed, and the expression of fear on his face could hardly be suppressed, and finally, in order to save his life, he Or: "...no, I'm serious, if you think so, come with me..."

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

Lex Luthor, who was wearing a suit, was waiting there. At that time, he was younger and his figure was only a teenager.

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

Schiller narrowed his eyes, and Lionel stepped forward and asked politely, "Professor, how is it? Is my son okay?"

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

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

"This child's luck is bad. When his mother gave birth to him, she suffered from postpartum depression. I invited many doctors to take good care of her, but in the end she committed suicide..."

"Although I am very sad, I know that for the sake of little Lex, I have to hold on, but what broke me even more is that after a few years, he was found to be suffering from autism in children, and he was unable to communicate with others normally. , thinking is not normal..."

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

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

Lionel's voice was trembling all the time, like an old father who was extremely sad. When he stood up and looked back to see Schiller's reaction, what appeared in his vision was a huge vase.

With a loud "bang", Lionel fell to the ground, and Schiller dropped the handle of the vase. Instead of looking at Lionel, who was knocked unconscious by him and covered in blood, he came to Lex's room. before.

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

Schiller rolled his eyelids and murmured to himself in a low voice: "Long-term overdose of Valium drugs..."

He groped around on Lex's body, and when he touched Lex's calf and knee, Lex flinched instinctively.

Schiller rolled up Lex's pant leg, found many old wounds on it, and told Lex to turn around.After lifting up his shirt, he found that there was also a wound on his back. Obviously, this could not be caused by accident, but a trace of abuse.

He turned his head and glanced at Lionel, his eyes became a little cold, and then he tested Lex's various reactions, then sighed, stopped on the spot and thought for a long time, finally, he still supported Lex Back said: "...come with me."

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

Without looking at the indescribable mass of matter in the middle of the room, Schiller moved past the pile, came to the bed, 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 again, and said to himself: "There is no such thing in the first place." That's a lot, there's only so much left now..."

"However, just because there is only so little left, it seems that there is nothing else to do." Schiller said as if comforting himself.

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

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

He clasped Lex's chin with his hand, made him open his mouth, and poured the liquid from the test tube into his mouth.

The moment the liquid entered his mouth, Lex showed an extremely painful expression.

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 and suddenly woke up. He was confused for a moment, and then froze in place, beginning to accept the memories in his mind.

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

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

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

"Of course, this thing will have some after-effects. It may make your thinking more active in certain hyperactive states, and it will also be a little crazy, but it is still within the controllable range."

"Okay, kid, listen, I'm going to hypnotize your father later to make him forget that I knocked him out and healed 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, act like nothing happened, so as to protect yourself, and if he gives you medicine again, try to trick him.

"Also, don't think about revenge before you are absolutely sure, goodbye."

After finishing speaking, Schiller turned around, closed his suitcase, and was about to leave. Suddenly, he heard a slightly immature voice from behind: "Do you know why my father used drugs to control me?"

Schiller turned his head, stared into Lex's eyes, and asked suspiciously: "You can talk so soon? You..."

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

"Because I'm a genius..."

"A super genius."

Behind him, the wind and snow outside the window are still there.

Shuttle between the wind and snow, time moves forward rapidly, when looking in from the window again, the atmosphere of the confrontation between Schiller and Benjamin is getting more and more intense.

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

(End of this chapter)