In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 428: Metropolis Suspect (14)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

"And Rodriguez... Schiller Rodriguez!"

"A damned murderer, a pervert!"

"You **** 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 Onel pronounced the name Rodriguez, all kinds of negative emotions came out from between his teeth like a flood.

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

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

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

And Benjamin frowned deeply when he heard the words "Schiller killed at least two people" that Leonel said.

At this time, the snow outside the window began to grow bigger and bigger. Through the fluttering snowflakes, the warm-colored light spots lit up again, and the mayor's residence at the same time and the same body appeared in the snow, 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, and all the doors in the mayor's mansion are tightly closed , Everyone turned off the lights and hid in the bedroom not daring to make a sound.

Because just now, there were two more fatalities, 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 In order to gain some sense of security.

A severe blizzard surrounded the manor, turning it into a prison for ordinary people, and at the same time, it 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.

Leonel tiptoed along the corridor, and when he came to the door with a ray of light, he stopped and 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."

Lao Onel 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 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, and Leonel continued to hold his breath, trying to hear it clearly, but soon, the sound in the room stopped, and Leonel'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, standing in the light projected from the room, looks like a black hole swallowing all light, that is Schiller Rodriguez.

When Onel 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..."

"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 approach him, ask him those questions, and kill him, And threw him from upstairs, so you followed me all the way here, wanting to hear what I was looking for."

Later, Onel tried hard to turn over and got up from the ground. He clasped his hands and said with a hunched body: "No, no, Mr. Professor, I didn't see anything. I can keep it secret. Really..."

"Then why are you here?"

The evil tone of voice was chilling, and Leonel didn't even know how to answer. He tried to squeeze out a little smirk, and Schiller also showed a smile, but that smile seemed Creepy.

"Uh...it's like this, I came to you, but I just want you to treat my son, who suffers from autism, I have invited many experts, but I think their professional level is not as good as yours... "

"Where is he?"

It seems that Leonel did not 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, Laonel 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 restrained. He still said, "...No, I'm serious, if you think so, come with me..."

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

Wearing a suit, Lux Luthor was waiting there. At that time, he was younger and his figure was only a teenager.

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

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

"My Healing Game"

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

Leonel's attention was on Lux, so he didn't notice that Schiller, who walked up behind him, picked 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. Normal communication with people, abnormal thinking..."

"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..."

Lionnell's voice was trembling all the time, just 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, Leonel fell to the ground, and Schiller dropped the handle of the vase. In front of Lux.

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

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

He groped on Lux's body, and when he touched Lux's calf and knee, Lux shrank instinctively.

Schiller rolled up Lux's trouser legs and found that there were many old injuries on it, so he asked Lux ​​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 Laonnell, his eyes became a little cold, and then he tested Lux's various reactions, then sighed, stopped on the spot and thought for a long time, in the end, he still Holding Lux's back, he said, "...come with me."

He patted Lux ​​on the back, guiding him out of the door, through the dark corridor, to the previous room, facing the stimulation of the strong **** smell, Lux still had no reaction.

Without looking at the indescribable mass of matter in the middle of the room, Schiller jumped over 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 remaining less than one milliliter of liquid in the reagent tube, he sighed deeply again, and said to himself: " There wasn’t much in the first place, and now there’s only so much left…”

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

He glanced up at Lux, 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 Rex's chin with his hands, made him open his mouth, and then poured the liquid from the test tube into his mouth.

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

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

When Rex finally straightened up, his eyes began to become a little shiny, emitting a shimmer.

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 he 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 memories of what happened to you, but I still have to give you Explain."

"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 have 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 too much, it may make people crazy, but only a little~IndoMTL.com~ should be just right Your symptoms are valid."

"Of course, this thing will have some after-effects. It may make your thinking more active and a little crazy in a certain state of excitement, 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 stunned him 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 Lux's eyes and said: "Remember, pretend that nothing happened, so as to protect yourself. If he gives you medicine again, try to trick him.

"Also, don't think about revenge before you are 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: "You know why my father used drugs to control me Is it?"

Schiller turned his head, stared into Lux'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, Lux showed him a crazy smile, and said:

"Because I'm a genius..."

"A super genius."

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

Walking through the wind and snow, time moved forward rapidly, and when I looked in from the window again, the atmosphere of 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.