Benjamin did not restrict the free movement of dinner guests in the mayor's mansion, so the news of Pike Sr.'s death spread quickly, and many people stood by the railings of the patio corridor and watched below, and the voices of discussion and exclamation continued.

Many people were going down to the second floor to get a closer look at the corpse.

People are so strange, when the corpse falls in front of them, they desperately want to run out, but when the corpse is far away from them, they want to get closer and see what is going on.

The only figure walking up was Schiller, which made him seem out of place with the crowd around him, something Bruce noticed as he left the room and went down the hallway.

Bruce stood next to the patio railing on his floor and looked down and saw the body of old Pike.

He lay there on his back, a large blood stain on his chest, and a faint wound could be seen, as if he had been stabbed with a sharp weapon, and he, like Mayor White, had been thrown from a great height, right in the middle of the banquet hall.

At this time, several agents were conducting autopsies with various tools, some wearing gloves and groping around the corpse, some holding notebooks to record, and some using searchlights to look for clues.

And Bruce, who was standing upstairs watching all this, raised his eyes slightly, and saw Schiller who was swimming against the current, although the two of them did not communicate in this dinner, Bruce understood the logic of his behavior.

You can't say that what is happening in the hall at this time is not a murderous scene, in fact, this kind of scene is very common in most cop movies or some detective movies.

When viewed from above, the image is an old-fashioned suspense movie, with a bloody corpse blooming on its chest, lying in a strange position in a messy environment, the police hurriedly checking the eucalyptus, and the onlookers with different faces and ears.

However, whether it is from the timing of the occurrence, the process of occurrence, or the result, it seems too mediocre, and all the gangster vendetta scenes that Bruce encountered during his time as Batman in Gotham were much more exciting than this.

Gang bosses like all sorts of deterrent ways to deal with their opponents, and the more violent ones will throw their enemies into cement trucks, or tie them up with stones and throw them into the sea.

Clan leaders, like the Church Fathers, invite family members who break the rules into the church, confess before God, and then shoot them in the face after they walk up the steps and stand on the church.

The execution method of the Gotham gang, both in terms of ritual and effect, is much stronger than this scene.

Bruce could almost feel Schiller's boredom, and even he, looking at the shocked expressions of the onlookers on the lower floor, couldn't help but wonder a little, what were they shocked?

Thinking of this, Bruce couldn't help but think about what would have happened in Gotham today.

As soon as he thought of this topic, Bruce stroked the side of the bridge of his nose with his fingers, as if to warn himself against such dangerous assumptions, but his thoughts still spread uncontrollably.

He thought that at the beginning of the banquet, when the host announced the list of important guests and pronounced the first name, the owner of the name would surely become a corpse and fall from the sky.

Immediately afterward, people will begin to suspect each other and speculate with each other, and when the second death occurs, the way he died must be very strange and strange, indicating that there is a terrifying serial killer hidden among them.

At this time, someone will inexplicably connect to the TV in the hall, and then tell how they are ignored by this society, and propose all kinds of rules and conditions for people to kill each other.

In the end, there will be many who will be driven insane, unleashing potential that they have never unleashed in civilized society, and devouring others with deeper darkness.

When everyone begins to fall into madness and chaos, the crazy laughter will explode with the thunder of the rainy night, and in the dark and deep rain curtain, the explosion will be lit up, which means that a madman has appeared.

Bruce shook his head, took a deep breath, and after exhaling, his body relaxed a little, and he thought, thankful that this is the Met.

After rehearsing the Gotham scene in his head, Bruce seemed to lose interest in watching here, and he did want to find out the secret behind it, but that didn't mean he had to go down and talk to the agents and old Luthor.

Bruce walked back to the room, Selena was fiddling with her bracers, Bruce walked to the table and took out the box, Selena stood up and moved her wrists and ankles, and then said, "According to the previous plan, I will sneak into various rooms and install bugs, and you go to the monitoring room of this manor." ”

Bruce took off his sweater, then opened a bottle of wine and spilled it all over the sweater until it smelled of alcohol, and did the same with his pants.

He changed into the two clothes, picked up the half-liquid bottle, poured two sips into his mouth, and spit it out again, making sure his mouth was full of wine, and stumbled out of the room.

At this point, almost everyone was gathered in the middle of the hallway, observing the situation below, and Bruce did not encounter any obstacles as he walked down the stairs from the side.

He speculated that the surveillance room was on the first floor, so he had to go to the first floor first, and he squinted vigorously, muttering some inaudible nonsense in his mouth, looking like a complete drunk.

Just as he descended the side stairs to the first floor and turned into the hallway, suddenly, he saw a figure, standing at the end of the hallway, and then disappeared in a flash, Bruce leaned against the wall and retched, but when he lowered his head, he raised his eyes and stared at the situation on the other side of the hallway.

The figure on the other side must have heard the noise when Bruce was going downstairs, so he hid on the other side of the hallway, but after a while, he seemed to realize that the person who came was just a drunken wanderer, so he walked out again.

Bruce's angle couldn't see the man's true face, so he simply pretended to the end, clutched his chest and retched violently, and then lay on his side on the ground as if he was completely drunk.

The figure stayed at the end of the hallway, observing for a few minutes, but eventually, walking towards it, Bruce pretending to be drunk and falling to the ground, one eye closed and the other slightly open a small slit.

The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of delicate leather shoes, and a little further up, there were decent suit pants, judging by the shape of the ankles, it should be a young man.

Bruce felt that a pair of hands grabbed him under his armpits and dragged him to the other end of the corridor, he simply relaxed his limbs, and did not resist the force, but he could feel that the person opposite was not too strong, and dragged him for dozens of seconds, and he had to stop and rest for a while.

Moreover, the man seemed to be a little resistant to the smell of alcohol, covering his nose and coughing from time to time, but he still dragged Bruce around the corner of the hallway.

After turning around, there was a utility room on the other side, and Bruce felt that he was being dragged into the utility room, and at the moment when the lights changed, he took the opportunity to open his eyes, and then saw a head of red hair.

Bruce was dragged by the hands and tossed into the corner of the utility room, leaning against a pile of cardboard boxes, and only opened his eyes in peace when he saw the man turn around through the gap in his eyes.

He saw a tall and thin red-haired young man in a suit, and he was turning to walk out of the utility room, and after a while, he came back with the bottle that Bruce had been holding in his hand, and he spilled the rest of the bottle on the floor.

When he turned around, Bruce closed his eyes and saw that he was fiddling with a lighter in his hand.

Bruce slowly adjusted his breathing, and at the moment when the lighter ignited softly, he jumped to his feet, lunged forward, grabbed the other man's neck, and pinned him against the wall.

He saw a childish face with a shocked look on his face, and Bruce asked coldly, "Who are you?" ”

The other party seemed to be really shocked, his chest shook violently a few times, his face was flushed, Bruce pressed him with one hand, reached out with the other hand to close the door of the utility room, and then locked it.

Then, he let go of his hand and let the red-haired boy cough around his neck, and when he finally straightened his breath, to Bruce's surprise, the boy half-knelt on the spot and laughed.

"Hahahahaha, Bruce Wayne...... Bruce Wayne ......"

The boy kept repeating Bruce's name, and Bruce took two steps back, crossed his arms, and asked with a frown, "You know me?" ”

"Of course, hahahaha, do you know how funny it is? That idiot...... That idiot...... The only thing I firmly believe in is that it is also fake......"

After laughing for a long time, he finally straightened up, leaned against the wall, tilted his head, covered his neck, gasped for a moment, he looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "Hello, my name is Lace Luthor." ”

Bruce frowned, he vaguely remembered seeing him at a party, but they were both young at the time, and their appearances had changed a lot by now.

And, if Bruce remembers correctly, Lex appeared as an autistic child who didn't talk to anyone, just sat by himself.

"If I'm right, you're probably thinking back to the last time we met, wondering, why am I able to communicate with you now when I'm supposed to be an autistic person?"

There was a mocking smile on Lex's face that made Bruce uncomfortable and reminded him of another madman.

"It all started with an idiot."

Lex looked Bruce up and down with his eyes, and then said:

"From a fool who always thought that little Wayne was really a playboy and talked in my ear every day, I started talking about ......"