The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 444 Prelude to the Cold Wind

Soon, the three of them started to act. Facts have proved that the clown was able to gain an advantage in the early stage only because he caught them off guard. Even Bruce didn't expect that his old enemy would find him, so at the beginning, they It was a bit embarrassing to be chased by the agent.

But this situation only lasted for a very short period of time. Even if the clown has a monitoring device like a cheating device, it is still difficult to resist the combination of Bruce, Lex and Clark.

Bruce is both offensive and defensive, Lex is invincible in intelligence, and Clark is invulnerable. Although they are all youthful versions that have not fully grown up, the combination of these three people makes it difficult for ordinary agents to deal with them even if they have powerful weapons in their hands.

Soon, the agents chasing after them were played around by them using the monitoring and communication delays, and most of them were knocked out.

However, getting rid of the agents' tracking is not their primary goal. Now they have a common goal, which is to investigate the underground of the manor.

Bruce is to deal with the clown, Clark is to find out the source of radiation that will affect him and may affect Metropolis, Lex is to find the treasure and what Schiller left behind from the ground, although the three people have different goals in detail, But the big goal remains the same, that is to go underground first.

But if you want to go underground, you must first find the entrance. The entrance must be on the ground floor, that is, the first floor.

The structure of the first floor of the entire manor is different from the other floors. There is a banquet hall in the middle, and two gates that can shuttle to the central courtyard on both sides, but there are also other buildings on both sides. Among these buildings There are also other rooms that a few people have not explored.

The main building of the mayor's mansion is very large. It's not the kind of manor that is a private residence. If you want to explore it completely, if the three of you stay together, it may take a whole day. So for the sake of efficiency, the three of them decided to split up. action.

There is also a basis for this. Most of the agents were eliminated by them on other floors. The ordinary agents left on the first floor were all performing their duties. Patrol their posts.

Both Bruce and Lex have official identities, and they can be fooled once they are bumped into, let alone Clark. Danger.

The only problem is that Bruce and Lex can't trust each other completely, and when making this decision, Bruce first said: "You have to promise me that if you find the entrance first, you must notify us and not go down alone. "

"Even if I promise, will you believe it? I don't believe it either."

Lex, too, looked him in the face and said that when two extreme skeptics meet, they distrust anything the other does or says.

"Please! Is this the time to talk about this?"

"There may be a huge radiation source underground in the largest building in the metropolis! Once it is completely leaked, the entire city will be in danger!" Clark said very helplessly.

What else did the two have to say, Clark reached out his hand to stop them, and said, "Don't forget, that lunatic is still looking at us now, if we quarrel here, he will laugh very happily!"

Clark's original intention was just to tell the two of them not to be seen as a joke by others, and not to hurt relatives and enemies, but I have to say that he has an innate talent in communicating with people. His words It just hit Bruce's heart.

After knowing that that person might be a clown, Bruce raised his vigilance by 12 points. He is now a little allergic to the words "crazy" and "laughing". When these two words came out of Clark's mouth, Bruce It was as if he heard that crazy laughter ringing in his ears.

He could almost imagine how happy the clown sitting in the monitoring room would laugh after watching a few people quarreling. As soon as he thought of this, Bruce felt a little cramp in the corner of his mouth, and he immediately said:

"We can work together for the time being and start acting immediately."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, as if he didn't want to delay any more. Lex snorted coldly, looked at his leaving back, and said to Clark in a low tone: "There is an astonishing darkness behind him, even if he behaves No matter how righteous he is, don't forget that he is from Gotham..."

"Gotham is full of lunatics."

After the words fell, he also left, leaving only Clark in place. Clark scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn't quite understand the hint in Lex's tone.

In fact, he was very uncomfortable with this kind of communication between smart people, and he didn't want to think about the hints in and out of the words. In the process of communicating with Bruce and Lex, Clark always felt a little stupid.

After being separated from the two of them, Clark relaxed a little. He chose a direction different from the two of them and walked over, walked along the banquet hall, and came all the way to the corridor on the east side.

Clark thought that the door to the underground should not be in the corridor, but must be hidden in a certain room, so he planned to use the exhaustive method to search room by room.

He pushed open the door of the first room. It was a very ordinary utility room, because no one had opened the door for a long time. When the door was opened, a puff of dust rushed over. Clark waved his hand and walked in. After checking it, nothing was found.

The same is true for the next few rooms, and Clark can't help but feel a little lost. Moreover, this dark corridor becomes more and more silent as he goes in, the only thing is the cold light from the window at the end.

In an extremely quiet atmosphere, people will involuntarily slow down their thinking speed and at the same time strengthen their senses. Just when Clark also experienced such a change, suddenly, a shrill phone rang from a room in front.

Clark frowned and walked over. After pushing open the door, it was an empty guest room. At this time, the phone on the telephone desk was ringing non-stop. After picking up the phone, Clark said to the other end: "Hello... "

"Hello."

After the other party finished talking, there was a silence for a while, and Clark asked with some doubts: "Hi, who are you? What are you calling for?"

"Are you Clark?"

"Uh, I am, what's wrong?"

"Do you know Lex?"

"Who are you?" Clark asked cautiously.

"I am a resident living on the fifth floor, and I am also a participant invited to this banquet. Listen, Clark..." The tone on the other side was a little low.

"But at the same time, I am also an agent of the CIA conducting a latent mission. I have encountered some troubles. I hope you can help me."

As soon as he heard the agent, Clark frowned. As soon as he refused, he said to the other side: "I know, you may have had friction with some other agents, but we are not in the same group."

"I came to Metropolis a long time ago and lurked down to investigate the anomalies of the Luthor Group. We suspect that the serial murders that occurred in the Metropolis a while ago may be related to people from the Luthor Group."

"Before. Our investigation has not progressed. Since Lionel Luthor is the organizer of this banquet, I came here to track down more clues."

"After a night of investigation, we have obtained clues about the murderer. He is most likely Lionel Luthor's son, Lex Luthor."

"Usually, he appears as an autistic patient in order to reduce other people's vigilance towards him. In fact, he does not suffer from autism. On the contrary, he is a criminal with a high IQ and an evil genius."

Clark was about to open his mouth to refute, but the person on the other side continued to speak quickly: "I know you don't believe it, but we have the evidence, if you go to the bathroom in the reception room now, you can see Lionel Luther's corpse."

"He was killed by his son himself, and Lex also personally dismembered his father."

"Now, I hope you can go to that bathroom and take away some of Lionel's tissue fragments and keep them as evidence so that they can be used to accuse Lex of murder in the future."

"How is this possible?" Clark said in a tone of extreme disbelief. "Why did he kill his father? And dismember him? He's not this kind of person."

Clark really didn't believe it. During his brief contact with Lex, he felt that although this person was very conceited, he was worthy of the name. Since Clark grew up in a small town, he didn't know much about serial murders. The perpetrators of the serial murders were all perverts with fleshy faces and fangs.

But Lex's figure is relatively thin and his face is relatively childish. He looks like a child at all, and his words and actions are basically in line with the logic of normal people. He doesn't show any evil or madness. Murderer.

Not to mention, the person on the phone actually said that Lex killed his own father and dismembered him. How could such a cruel thing be done by a high school student?
"Clark, you have to know that the reason why many murderers are not easy to be arrested is because they have very deceptive disguises, and that's what I do."

"I said, if you don't believe me, you can go to the scene to see it. If things are really different from what I said, you don't have to help me, and I can't force you."

The man's tone was very sincere, and he said: "When you were fighting the agent, I heard what you said in the room. You are a hero who is willing to speak out for ordinary people, so I contacted you in limited time. you."

"I have checked your information. I know that you are just a college student. You don't have any obligations or responsibilities to carry out such a dangerous job. But, Clark...I beg you to help me."

"Of course, if you really think it's too dangerous, then you don't have to go. I won't force a child to go to the battlefield..."

"As far as I know, Lex did not commit the crime alone. He must have accomplices. They will most likely find me soon. My time is running out... Goodbye, Clark."

After hanging up the phone, Clark had a tangled expression on his face.

He had known Lex for a short time, and he knew it himself, so he couldn't be sure if Lex was too good at acting to deceive him.

The tone of the man on the other side was very normal, and what he said was very reasonable. Clark couldn't help hesitating a little. He was thinking, if Lex was really a liar, would there be more ordinary people if he was allowed to move around the manor like this? people in danger?

He hesitated for a while, and finally decided to go upstairs. Clark felt that it would be okay to take a look at what the man said. Even if there was a trap waiting for him, he should be able to get out of it.

Thinking of this, he went up the stairs and walked through the corridor to the reception room. The reception room was still in a mess. The cold wind blew into the room from the broken windows. As the cold wind howled, Clark walked to the door of the bathroom. Turning the handle, the door opened.

The first thing his keen senses caught was the strong, disgusting smell of blood. Immediately afterwards, a corpse with its arm cut off came into view, and beside it was a saw thrown on the ground.

Just when Clark covered his mouth and wanted to retch, he heard footsteps coming from outside the reception room door.

He turned around and saw Lex walking in...and the blood on his trousers.

　The good show begins...?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)