In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 423: Metropolis Suspect (9)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

After returning to the room, Schiller took off his glasses and yawned. He didn't seem to feel the tension of being trapped in a manor where two deaths occurred. He reached out to untie his tie and prepared to put it on While the pajamas were sleeping, there was another knock on the door.

Schiller closed his eyes, stood on the spot with his hands on his hips, sighed, and finally turned around and walked to the door, opened the door, and there was Agent Keira standing outside the door. Kayla first sized Schiller up and down, and then Say: "Are you going to sleep?"

"Isn't that obvious enough?"

Kayla frowned deeply, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "But I'm afraid, you can't sleep now, another death has happened."

"I see, old Pike..."

"It's not Parker." Kayla denied it. She raised her arm, glanced at her watch and said, "Just two minutes ago, Mrs. Davis died. She died in the bathroom on the first floor."

"Sir Benjamin invites you to come over, right now." Keira looked at Schiller and said to him, "You should not have forgotten that after the death of the mayor, you were the only one who went to that bathroom. "

Schiller ignored her, but walked back into the room and put on his tie again. When he came out again, Kayla instinctively felt a chill down her back.

Schiller ignored Keira, but walked out the door and walked downstairs. Keira followed behind him, and seemed to want to say something to him, but Schiller didn't mean to wait for her.

He quickly walked down the spiral staircase, like a glass bead constantly rolling down in a spiral maze, the corpse in the center of the hall was still lying there quietly.

The blood on the tassels at the end of the tablecloth has congealed, the smoke threads of the candles on the silver candlesticks are all extinguished, layer after layer of collapsed tables surround the corpse, and the pieces of exquisite dishes are scattered among them, amidst the brilliant lights sparkling with light.

Schiller just walked down layer by layer, and Keira, who was following him, felt that he was constantly sinking into an abyss. The surrounding environment did not change, but the temperament of Schiller become deeper and deeper.

Until the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor came, Schiller paused at the stairs on the first floor, instead of looking at the corpse, he went straight to the bathroom.

At the door of the bathroom, Lai Onnell and Benjamin were standing there. Seeing Schiller approaching, Lai Onnell wanted to go up to talk, and Benjamin seemed to have something to say, but Schiller completely ignored the two of them , He walked directly into the relationship room.

A female corpse was lying on the washstand and was shot in the waist. Not long after she died, she was still wearing a gorgeous dress. At this time, the dark blue skirt was stained with red blood and turned into a strange purple. The washstand From the window above, moonlight streamed in and shone on her body, casting strangely shaped shadows on the ground.

Schiller stood in the middle of the bathroom, and Leonel and Benjamin stood behind him. Benjamin said, "Three consecutive murders happened in one night..."

Lionel wiped his sweat with his hands and said, "It looks like it should be the hands of the serial murderer."

"What is serial murder?" Schiller asked suddenly.

"Multiple homicides in a short period of time..." Benjamin replied, and Schiller went on to say: "There is a second half of this concept, which is that the methods of operation are consistent, and there is a connection between each case. ..."

Benjamin frowned, and Schiller turned sideways. He looked at the female corpse and said, "Is the cause of her death the same as that of old Pike? Is the cause of death of old Pike the same as that of White? The cause of death of these three people is the same as that of the previous murders." Is it consistent?"

"What's the connection between all these eucalyptus? Did the killer leave consistent symbols? Was there a backstory related to the numbers? Did these people have anything in common?"

"If none of the above, why do you think it's a serial murder case?"

"But it happened together in a very short period of time."

"That's just a homicide that happened together in a short period of time." Schiller spoke quickly, as if he didn't intend to give anyone a chance to stop thinking, but what he said next shocked everyone present People feel a little hair stand on end.

"This murderer is too mediocre."

"It's hard for me to imagine that there are such stupid, boring, and talentless guys in this world."

"Kill a man, throw him from upstairs, kill another, throw him again, what is he doing?"

"Why does he not value life so much?"

"Why do you think that the process of death can be easily solved with a gun or a knife?"

"Why do you think that such a precious resource as a corpse can be discarded in such an unartistic way?"

"I guess, he is an idiot who has seen too many detectives. Looking at the detectives from the perspective of God, he feels that these detectives are nothing more than that."

"He thought, it took detectives so long to solve such a simple case, so if he made a more complicated case, the detectives would probably be like headless chickens for the rest of their lives, unable to find it." To the clue."

"I don't want to judge any detective, because it is the work of the author's hard work, but I must say that even if he was inspired by some detectives, those are already out of date, just like his People are the same."

"In terms of theoretical knowledge, he didn't understand what a serial murder is. He thought that as long as he killed more people in a short period of time, he could be called a serial murderer. Regarding this kind of thinking, I can only say that he It is more suitable to go to the slaughterhouse to slaughter pigs, and maybe you can get a performance champion."

"In terms of actual actions, it is even rough and poorly done. There is no choice of a suitable theme, no countdown to create tension, no signs, no clues related to numbers or patterns..."

Schiller showed a helpless smile, as if feeling very absurd, he said: "He didn't even have a uniform weapon, he used a knife for a while, and a gun for a while..."

As he spoke, his expression turned into disgust again, and he said: "Besides, he didn't pay attention at all when he did it. When the corpse fell, blood splattered everywhere, and even stained the tassels on the tablecloth. I even touched the candlestick."

"He didn't think about it, what if the candlestick ignited the tablecloth? The carefully arranged murder case became a chaotic fire scene, leaving only ugly charred marks, and everything would be destroyed. , any real serial murderer would not allow such an accident to happen."

"His guidance to the crowd is also in a mess, without any philosophical human torture..."

"If you must ask me to judge these eucalyptus, I can only say..." Schiller drew a long voice, and then concluded:

"A clichéd eucalyptus made by a mediocre person."

"Enough!"

A cold voice came from the bathroom door, and Benjamin turned his head. He looked at Leonel with a gloomy face.

Before, Benjamin had been listening intently to Schiller's words, and didn't notice at all that the face of the always smiling businessman next to him could already be called ferocious.

Schiller turned back again, looked at Laonal quietly, and said to him: "Mr. Luthor, do you know? I don't want to pierce a fool's mind, not because I can't guess, but because It’s because I’m a tolerant person, and I hope this world can leave more room for fantasy for poor people like you.”

"You said that you invited me here for two purposes, namely to communicate with your son and to cure his disease, but in fact you have a third purpose, which is to commit a crime in front of me. Serial murders together."

"Of course, you've seen my resume." Schiller raised his voice, looked at Laonnell's gloomy eyes and said, "You know, I have participated in several of the most famous serial murder cases , I have seen countless serial murderers..."

"I know, you are eagerly looking forward to committing a flawless crime in front of me, playing me around, to prove that you are a genius criminal standing at the top of the world."

"However, I didn't show any special emotions about the death of Mayor White. On the way to the bathroom, I told you that this case is too mediocre and I have no interest. So, you start Hurriedly preparing for the next eucalyptus."

"The Great Era of Rebirth"

Schiller showed a helpless smile, and he said: "But the innovation you made is to change the murder weapon from a gun to a knife."

"Then, when I expressed my disdain more bluntly, you almost became angry and made a third case."

"Then, the innovation you made is just to change the place where the body is thrown from the banquet hall to the washroom."

"This is you, come to Onel, accept your fate."

"You are just an ordinary person, mediocre and uninteresting, without any genius mind."

"He doesn't have any genius brains." Lex sat by the wall, leaning his back against the wall, stretched out his hands to cover his neck, and showed a contemptuous smile. They are unwilling to admit this."

"He was so jealous of those geniuses that he was going crazy. In order to get their genius and wisdom, he would pay any price, including my mother."

"But the most ironic thing is that after he abused and killed her, he discovered that I, like my mother, was a super genius."

Lex coughed twice, his face was a little pale, he seemed to be exhausted, he said: "But he dare not kill me again, he still wants to point at me to grab those worldly benefits for him .”

Bruce stood in the center of the utility room, looked down at him, and was silent for a while, then he walked towards Lux, stood in front of him, with the shadow cast on Lux, he lowered his head and asked, "Is that you?" Kill White and Pike?"

Lex said disdainfully: "It was done by Leonel himself, the simplest kind of delay device, the one in old-fashioned detectives, so he can't easily change the location of the body, because The device is erected on the beams of the house.”

"That idiot has been trying to control me for the past ten years, and I have to cooperate with him in acting, but this time ~IndoMTL.com~ he must have fallen."

"Why?" Bruce narrowed his eyes and looked at Lux.

"Just now, I killed Mrs. Davis and threw her in the bathroom. I guess the professor who was called out of the room again should have been completely impatient."

Bruce frowned, and before he could ask, Rex said to himself: "The tricks of Leonel can't fool anyone who is a little smarter, and the arrangements he thinks are subtle It is no different from the building blocks built by children."

"I know that only the professor has been to that bathroom. As long as the third case happens there, someone will definitely call him."

"When he checked me, I found out that he and I are the same kind of people. We have a little patience with idiots, but only a little bit."

"Once he loses patience, he will make him look good."

Lex laughed softly again, he looked at Bruce and said:

"I just finished killing people, and I saw you drunk in the corridor. I thought, an alcoholic playboy, being scorched in the flames of his own liquor, should be a good way to die..."

"But now, your life is more interesting than your death."

"Do you know? Every time Laonel introduced me to others, he would say, I'd rather be a **** like Little Wayne..."

"But, hahahaha, even Little Wayne is not a playboy!

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"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

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Lex stood up, and he laughed louder and louder. When he looked up at Bruce, what appeared in his vision was Bruce's fist the size of a sandbag.