The banquet was not large, and there was no ball, but in a retro or even a little old dining room, a long table flanked by chairs, crimson table runners and carved candlesticks, in an old-school style, with men in black suits and white gloves pulling open the door and the guests taking their seats in turn.

It wasn't yet time to start the feast, so the guests weren't there, and Bruce was an early arrival, taking Jason and Tim into his seats, with both children sitting on his right, and Tim closer to him.

Bruce sat on the left side of the table, facing the door of the room, close to the main seat, highlighting his importance.

And the other guests who came in turn did not show surprise when they saw the two children beside him, which is a common social method in high society, and if he can't squeeze into a banquet, then find a way to let his children in.

They would only have some guesses about the families of the two children, guessing which lucky one was on the Wayne family's line, but Bruce, who was sitting in the seat, was not as calm as he appeared.

When people wait for the lottery to draw, there is a peculiar mood that they do not want that moment to come, but they also hope that it will come soon.

Bruce didn't know which Schiller he would draw, he only hoped that it wouldn't be the last thing he wanted to see.

But before that, he heard another bad news, Clark Kent, an intern reporter from the Met, who was supposed to come with Mayor Roy, couldn't come because of some of his own personal affairs.

Jason, who was sitting in the seat, shook his head lightly and whispered to Tim next to him, "You know what? Sometimes, I think he's really a little unlucky. ”

"I don't understand, what is there to be afraid of him." Tim also lowered his voice and said, "That's his teacher, not his enemy, what can Schiller do to him?" ”

And at this moment, a sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and the knuckles of Bruce's hand on the table visibly tensed, and he put away his hand and leaned back, staring at the door.

As Schiller appeared, Tim heard Bruce whisper a curse that he had never heard before.

Schiller handed the wine to the waiter next to him and sat down across from Bruce, who had already come in before Bruce could say anything, followed by Gordon, the current de facto head of the Gotham Police Department, and two other officers.

None of the people who came in enjoyed the relaxed expression of the banquet, including the hosts of the banquet, Mr. and Mrs. Falcone, as if everyone knew what was going to happen, and everyone was speculating about how something would happen.

Bruce didn't forget his other mission here, which was to stop the murder from happening, and he swept his gaze over every guest seated, remembering every detail of them to make sure he didn't miss any possible clues, while Schiller sat quietly in place.

"It's just an ordinary family dinner, you don't have to be inhibited, even if you have something to talk about, we should enjoy the delicious food first."

As Alberto's words fell, the waiter who served the dishes began to walk in, placing one dish after another in front of all the guests, the dishes were indeed very ordinary, the most common Italian dishes.

However, no one expected to see any ingenious and innovative dishes at this time, and everyone knew that they were not here to eat.

The reason why the atmosphere is so tense also has something to do with the current situation, the Falcone family, the Wayne Group and the city government, the three parties are not completely cooperative in themselves, they all want to assert their authority.

Now that there are two murders, one for the Falcone family and the other for the city government, who is the most likely perpetrator?

But even if everyone had some guesses, no one dared to speak, not even the two victims.

But this does not mean that they will be resigned, friction will inevitably come, and all those who do not belong to these three parties are thinking about how to survive in the cracks, not to be affected by the aftermath of the collision, and even to get a little benefit from it.

The appetizer is followed by the main course, which is also a very common grilled rib, accompanied by grilled vegetables unique to Italy, and the aroma of the meat inevitably wafts when the lid of the main course is lifted.

Even if everyone knew that today's task was not to eat, the instinctive appetite of human beings still made them pick up their knives and forks again and start eating.

Bruce saw that Schiller unhurriedly peeled the meat off the bone and cut it, and then put it in his mouth, and after a pause, he began to chew, eating thoughtfully as he ate.

Seeing that Schiller didn't mean to do anything for the time being, Bruce began to pay attention to the other people present, most of whom were familiar faces, policemen, government officials, gang leaders, well-known businessmen, and their children.

It can be said that the people at this table are in control of the city of Gotham, holding more than ninety percent of the power.

Their eating appearance is very elegant, no one picks up the ribs and gnaws directly, most people are slowly separating the flesh and bones, and then chewing slowly, so a main dish is eaten for more than ten minutes, and most people only eat half of it.

Alberto gently lowered his knife and fork, raised his glass, and just as he was about to say something, there was a "bang" and a dark shadow slammed against the window.

Everyone looked at the window on one side of the room, and Bruce, who had his back to the window but was closest to the window, turned around and saw a hanging figure smashed against the window.

But his first reaction was amazement, because the figure was still alive, and the rope was not around his neck, but passed under his armpit, and was tied like a safety coat for window cleaners at heights.

To the horror of the others, the man was covered in bombs and wore a sign around his neck that read a number representing a television channel.

Alberto's hand clenched his glass, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, and he waved his hand, trying to get the subordinates behind him to drag the man in.

But Bruce moved a step faster, and he rushed straight forward and cut the rope that hung the man.

The restaurant is located on the second floor, and even if the old-fashioned manor has a higher floor than an ordinary building, this height will not kill anyone.

The expected explosion did not come, but Bruce did not let go of it, on the contrary, his face sank, because he understood that if the other party did not want to blow up everyone here, it proved that he probably wanted to do something bigger.

Alberto turned to his subordinate and said, "Go get a TV, it's big enough, it's clear enough, adjust the channel, I want to see what tricks he wants to do." ”

After a while, two subordinates pushed forward a large television set, the screen was large, but not thin enough, and in this era, it was already quite advanced.

The television was placed at the end of the dining table, a full seat away from the main seat, and far from Bruce and Schiller, who were very close to the main bathroom.

And the moment the channel was debugged, a bloody picture appeared on it that made people feel a little uncomfortable.

In the center of the screen, a corpse is lying on the floor, the blood that has flowed out has completely congealed, and it is spread flat on the floor, like a carpet that has not been washed for a long time.

The body's chest was completely gone, including the heart, lungs, and skin, but the vast majority of the spine remained in place, and the ribs that connected the spine were clearly missing.

"Gross!"

A vomiting sound came from the side of the table, everyone looked in the direction where the sound came from, Tim covered his mouth and fell sideways to retch, and at this time, Bruce also reacted, and he immediately focused on the ribs on the plate.

The people present were all smart people, and they all guessed something when they saw Bruce's look, and then looked at the food on the plate in disbelief, and Gordon's face turned a little pale.

"Some people say that humans are genetically similar to pigs." A voice came from the television, but the other party did not show up, and the camera slowly advanced and stopped on the broken chest of the corpse, and the other party, in the exaggerated tone of the theatrical performance, began to chant a poem:

"I once saw a pig kill itself on a hungry night."

"It eats with a round belly, and bran and melons and fruits gush out of its intestines."

"I rushed up and picked up the debris."

"They rushed up and cursed and beat me."

"They said I wasn't a pig and couldn't eat those things."

"So, I began to envy the pigs."

"I put on a pig's head mask and blended in with them."

"Then I found out that they weren't eating bran and melons."

"It's people."

"Those who stop me are not afraid that I will get sick."

"Rather...... I want to be a pig too. ”

When the tone of voice resounded in the empty room, it was like the light in the theater, taking a clear picture of the audience with different postures.

Most of them were still sick to the facts they had just guessed, some reached out and pushed the plate far away, some struggled to think about what the poem represented, and still others seemed to have come to their senses and glanced at others.

And at this moment, a voice came from the TV again.

"Clever old men, you must have guessed what you eat, but it doesn't matter, you never see them as adults, and they're just poor pigs, like me."

In an instant, a series of vomiting sounds sounded at the dining table, and before getting a positive answer from the murderer, some people still had illusions, but after getting a positive answer, it was too late to vomit.

It's like evolutionary history to make people remember not to eat what they shouldn't eat, and the act of vomiting is always full of pain, but people who can't vomit are even more painful, and the screams and sobs at the table come and go.

But there was only one person, who seemed to be a maverick, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

He didn't do or say anything, but rather he was the one who behaved most normally.

Use the sharp tip of a steak knife to cut the membrane along the center of the ribs, stick a fork to the side, and use the knife to pick out the bones, so that a whole piece of meat remains.

After fixing the middle of the meat with a fork, cut off the two small pieces of meat that are dry due to the cooking technique, leaving only the best part of the middle taste, and put it in your mouth with a fork, and then start chewing.

When the fork is taken out of the mouth, it looks up along the thin lips and over the straight bridge of the nose, and the gray eyes are always unfocused, but they seem too focused.

It was Schiller, and he was eating slowly.

But at this time, a series of low laughter came back from the TV, drawing everyone's attention back.

"Hehehe...... Look at your fearful looks, this is you, panicked, stupid pigs. ”

"Do you think that's the end? No, I'm going to tell you that half of all the people here ate real pork, and the other half ......"

The man on the TV didn't continue to speak, but everyone understood what he meant, so everyone turned their eyes to the plate again.

Some people have accidentally knocked over the plate when they vomited before, and the meat has fallen to the floor, so they push away the chair and get under the table to pick it up, just to see if there are any clues on the ribs that can prove that they are the lucky half.

"Mine, this piece of mine! This is definitely pork, I have experience! ”

"As you all know, I actually love pork, and it tastes exactly the same as what I used to eat, so this piece of mine must be ......"

"I just threw it up, so I didn't actually ......"

But at this time, a series of higher-pitched laughter came again, and the unfamiliar voice came again in the TV series: "Half of the people are very lucky, oh, sorry, I don't mean the people who ate the real pork, because the real pork is ...... Poisonous. ”

All those who checked the condition of the meat froze in place.

The people who had sworn that they were eating pork threw the meat out as if their hands were hot, and even though no one said it, the same prayer sounded in their hearts.

And within a few seconds of their eye contact, everyone understood what they were thinking, and at the same time realized that the people who sat at the same table as themselves and communicated civilly were actually a group of perverts who wanted to eat human flesh.

Bruce frowned, and he began to think about the loopholes, but to be honest, it was not surprising that the madmen of Gotham would do such a thing, and there was no need to think about whether they could execute or not, as long as they were crazy enough, they would definitely be able to do it.

"What did you just come up with?" The voice came from the TV again: "Instead of feeling guilty about it, you will feel happy, but in fact, this is not the first time at all. ”

"You have sat at the table countless times, eating the meat of your own kind that has been carefully cooked, and your faces are filled with the joy of harvest."

"So, of course, you don't have to feel guilty...... Raise your glass, friends! Continue to celebrate all this, as you have done in the past, feed us, slaughter us, divide our flesh, cook and eat it! ”

"Throw a little more scrap into the pigsty, let us be grateful to Dade, and walk to the slaughterhouse with pride and high head to prove our worth!"

Everyone was staring at the TV, but at this moment, a calm voice sounded from the table: "I eat pork, pork is not poisonous, but the heat is too much." ”

The others turned their heads back again, and when they saw that Schiller had finally put down his knife and fork, some of those who were anxious about the fact that pork might be poisonous immediately turned their eyes to him and said, "How can you be sure?" This meat is almost burnt......"

Bruce also turned his attention to Schiller, and he also wondered, how did the professor get this answer?

In his opinion, there are no clues to the meat itself, because, as Schiller said, the meat is so hot that it is basically impossible to judge any details. Even if there are some clues that can be speculated, there is no substantial evidence that can determine the answer.

So, Bruce, who felt that his reasoning was not weaker, asked:

“…… Why are you so sure? ”

Schiller wiped his mouth with a napkin, and his barren eyes looked at Bruce, and in an instant, Bruce had a bad premonition, and he felt that he should not ask.

Then, Bruce heard, and Schiller said in an elegant, gentle tone:

"Because...... Human flesh doesn't taste like that. ”

Zhou Keer had to scold a pervert when he came