The night was getting deeper and deeper, and when I looked out from the wooden window, I could see the end of the pitch black night, with a faint dark blue.

At first, there was no light in the hallway, but as white snowflakes drifted through the window, the snow on the windowsill and the wooden floor of the hallway shimmered like moonlight.

A breeze poured in through the cracks in the hallway windows, blowing off scraps of paper that had been taped to the door, and when they landed, there were a few words written on them—"Do Not Disturb."

Through the door, a figure sat on the edge of the bed, he had changed into his pajamas, turned off the chandelier on the ceiling of the guest room and the wall lamp on the wall, and left only one lamp on the bedside table still on.

When the lamp is lit, it casts a cone-shaped halo of light upwards on the walls and corners where it is close, and everywhere outside of this halo is a thick shadow.

The dim light and the reflection of the fluttering snowflakes are intertwined, and just looking at it, one can feel the cold outside and the warmth inside, which makes people even more sleepy and drowsy.

Schiller tucked his glasses into the case, looked up at the growing snow outside the window, and pulled out an umbrella from the shadows under the bed.

He let the handle of the umbrella lean against the bedside table, and a trace of light from the lamp poured down along the umbrella tube, and when it hit the umbrella surface, it reflected the strange and mysterious patterns on it, which were somewhat snakeskin-like lines, but the curve was more sinuous and curved, and it seemed to be slowly changing under the light.

Putting the umbrella away, Schiller lay down on the bed, stretched out his hand to pull the quilt over, and gradually adjusted his breathing to make the frequency lower, just as his consciousness was about to sink into the white space, suddenly, there was a series of rapid noises on the ground, and the sound of his heels on the wooden floor sounded one after another.

"Winter, Winter, Winter ......"

A knock came from Schiller's dream, but it didn't wake him up immediately,

"Dongdong Dongdong! Dongdong! ”

The knock on the door became more and more urgent, Schiller, who had just fallen asleep, slowly opened his eyes, he sat up from the bed slowly, unhurriedly picked up the glasses case, took out the glasses inside and put them back on, at this time, he heard Kayla's voice coming from outside the door.

"Professor Rodriguez! Are you there? Professor Rodriguez! Trouble wake up! It's fateful again! ”

Schiller sat on the edge of the bed, tilting his head and glancing at the wall clock that showed that it was 3 a.m., only an hour and a half after Kayla had come to inform Mrs. Schiller of Davis' death.

Schiller stood up, and he didn't mean to change into his formal clothes, but turned around and reached out to pick up the umbrella.

He opened the door, and Kayla's hair was draped down, and it looked like she was going to sleep too, but suddenly she was called again, and Kayla looked into Schiller's eyes and said:

"Lyonel Luthor is dead."

Schiller took a step forward, as if he wanted to go out like this, but Kayla didn't get out of the way, so Schiller didn't go out, Kayla looked Schiller up and down, and said, "I'm sorry, but are you going to go out like this?" ”

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the umbrella in Schiller's hand.

Kayla turned her head to look at the snowflakes that were falling outside the hallway window, she sighed, made way anyway, and said after Schiller, "Our luck is not good, if the blizzard continues, then I'm afraid no one will be able to leave this manor." ”

"Isn't that what you want? Didn't you gather everybody here and cut off the signal just so that you could find the spies among us? ”

"If the snow continues for a month, you'll have a month to complete the work, but don't tell me that your detection efficiency is worse than that of the FBI, and even if the FBI comes here, a month should be enough."

Kayla choked up, but she said, "There have been four deaths in a row in a few hours, and this spy's methods are so cruel." ”

"Or rather, now that even Old Luthor is dead, you can't afford to take on this responsibility, and if it weren't for this heavy snowfall, you might have lifted the blockade and let everyone go."

"It's not us who are trapped by this snowfall, it's you." Schiller concluded.

Schiller is right, all the celebrities on the East Coast combined have a lot of energy, although the CIA as a spy agency, has a lot of power overseas, but it also has to face domestic pressure, and now so many people have died, even the head of the Luther Group has been murdered, and the storm has been no less than the previous assassination of mayoral candidates.

Kayla sighed inwardly, the skills she had learned to guide the conversation were completely useless with Schiller, she never seemed to be able to take the initiative on the topic, and she had never met such an opponent in the time she had been working for the CIA.

The two walked down the corridor and down the stairs to the reception room of the mayor's mansion, where Schiller looked around the reception room and said, "You have all arrived, and it seems that I am the last one." ”

At this time. There were quite a few people in the living room, Benjamin, the head of Secret Service, on the left, Bruce and Selena on the right, the red-haired Lex Luthor stood a little to the right, and in the center of the reception room lay a corpse, which was Lyonel Luthor.

Leonel Luthor was in a miserable condition, his face was covered in blood, there was a deep bruise on his chin, his forehead seemed to have been hit with a blunt object, his head was covered in blood where it touched the ground, and there were some fragments of a vase scattered around his head.

Seeing Schiller in his pajamas, Bruce glanced at him and turned his head back, as if he didn't want to see the professor at all, his look didn't escape Benjamin's eyes, but it made his brow furrow deeper.

"Thanks, Kayla, please go outside and maintain order and make sure the news doesn't get out or it might cause panic." Benjamin turned to Kayla and said that Kayla was a little surprised to hear the order, but she was stunned for a moment before doing so.

When he left, there were only five people left in the room, Bruce, Lex, Benjamin, Schiller, and Selena, and Benjamin was the first to speak, staring into Schiller's eyes and saying, "As far as I know, he saw you in this room before Luthor died." ”

"Officer Benjamin, I'm really surprised by your unprofessionalism." Schiller was also unceremonious, he walked to the front of the body, held his umbrella on the ground, looked at Benjamin and said, "It doesn't matter whether I have seen him before, but who was the last to see him." ”

Benjamin turned to look at Bruce again, and he said, "It's Mr. Bruce Wayne who spotted the eucalyptus, let him tell me." ”

Bruce looked like he was being held up by Selena, and it took him a lot of strength just to stand up straight, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously and said in that big, alcoholic tongue accent, "I drank some...... I only drank a little bit and felt that it was a little hot in the house, so I wanted to come out and breathe the air......"

"I'm walking and walking...... It seemed like he had thrown up, and a waiter came over to help me, and I got rid of him...... I don't want him to catch me, he should stay away from me, ahem......"

And so...... So I ...... And I walked forward, and walked, and as I heard a little noise, and I heard...... There seemed to be movement in the door, so I knocked on the door, but no one answered......"

"I smelled a little weird, like blood, don't ask me why I could smell it, I just had a little drink, but not very drunk......"

"I opened the door, and I saw that Lyonel had collapsed, and at that time, I thought that I might be drunk, and I am still ...... Hehehehehehehe...... Ahem......"

After saying that, Bruce started retching again, Selena held his waist, kept patting his back, and gave him comfort, Schiller looked at Benjamin and said, "Before that, the last person to see Mr. Onnell should be you, isn't it?" ”

"After Mrs. Davis's body was discovered, Lyonel has confessed everything, he has admitted that Old Pike and Mayor White's eucalyptus were all made by him, and you took him."

Benjamin was silent and did not speak, Schiller raised his wrist, glanced at his watch, then tapped the ground with the tip of his umbrella and said:

"Lyonel is not innocent, he is not a good person, and he just killed Mayor White and Old Pike, he died here, it can only be said that he deserved it, and no one needs to pay extra for it."

"It's getting late, and this is the fourth time I've been woken up from my bed when I'm about to fall asleep."

"So, let's skip the process of mutual suspicion, proof, accusation, and exposure, and get straight to the truth."

Schiller looked around and saw that the others were still silent, he put his hands on the handles of his umbrella and said, "Okay, let's start with me." ”

"Officer Benjamin, I don't know, when you say take him to a proper place and take care of him, you mean where, I just know that your so-called proper measures have not done anything."

"It wasn't long before I came out of the bathroom and went back to my room that I got a call from Onnell who asked me to go to the reception room......"

With Schiller's narration, time rewinds about an hour and a half ago.

Schiller's words directed at Leonel's heart had just fallen, Leonel's face turned blue, and it was a long time before he clutched his chest and coughed sullenly, like an angry man.

He had completely lost the power of disguise, and stared at Schiller with the eyes of a gloomy, but Schiller was unmoved.

Just as Schiller was about to speak, Benjamin beckoned to the door, and two burly agents walked in.

Benjamin confessed to them, and they stepped forward to arrest Onel, and as soon as Onel wanted to speak, Benjamin said, "Mr. Onnell, it seems that you have already admitted that you have committed two murders, and it is better to cooperate with our investigation." ”

After Benjamin turned around, Schiller couldn't see his expression, but Leonel, who was facing him, kept staring at Schiller.

It wasn't until Leonel was taken out by the agents that Benjamin turned to Schiller and said, "Professor Rodriguez, thank you for your cooperation, wonderful reasoning and detection, now, you can go back and rest." ”

It sounded like a compliment, but there was no politeness or politeness at all, but it seemed rigid and stiff, but Schiller didn't care, he just wanted to go upstairs and sleep.

And just as he was back in the bedroom, untying his tie and getting ready to change clothes, the phone rang in the guest room.

The Mayor's Mansion is not just the mayor's private residence, most of the guests who come to visit the mayor or attend certain events will stay here, so there are many guest rooms, and each room is equipped with an internal service telephone.

Schiller picked up the phone, and unsurprisingly, he heard the voice of Onnell on the other end of the room with suppressed anger: "Rodriguez, I'll be waiting for you in the reception room......"

Before Schiller could reply, Ryonel said in a cold tone: "I know what you did in that mayoral election two years ago, if you don't want to be found by those troubles, it's better to come and ......"

Schiller, who put down the phone, slowly narrowed his eyes.