American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

"And Rodriguez... Schiller Rodriguez!"

"A **** murderer, a pervert!"

"You damned 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 Laonel pronounced the name Rodriguez, all kinds of negative emotions were vented from his teeth like a flood.

For the first time, Benjamin felt that human emotions can really become like real knives, making people feel like a light on their backs.

If the feelings of hatred can really be turned into reality, then it may be that O'Neill has the sharpest weapon in the world, but unfortunately, this kind of thing is impossible.

Therefore, he could only clench his fists fiercely and stomp his feet in this reception room. As a victim, he vented all kinds of negative emotions against Schiller to Benjamin.

And when Benjamin heard the words "Schiller killed at least two people" by Laonell, his brows furrowed deeply.

At this time, the snow outside the window began to grow bigger and bigger, passing through the fluttering snowflakes, the warm light spots lit up again, and the mayor's mansion of the same body appeared in the snow, and the time traveled back to two years ago.

This time, the splendid lights were down, the blood in the living room had not been wiped clean, the body of the deputy speaker lay in the corner of the hall, covered with a white cloth, all the doors in the entire mayor's mansion were closed, everyone Turn off the lights, hide in the bedroom and dare not make a sound.

Because just now, there were two more fatal cases, and even the police could no longer maintain order. Everyone could only hurry back to their small rooms like mice chased by cats, trying to obtain Some sense of security.

A violent blizzard surrounded the manor, turning it into a prison for ordinary people and a hunting ground for serial killers.

In the dark corridor, there was only a trace of light in the room at the end. The light from the crack of the door was like a sharp knife, cutting the end of the corridor into another cold and gloomy space.

Laonel walked tiptoe in the corridor and came to the door that revealed a ray of light. He stopped, then 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."

Laonel heard the horrifying sound of meat cutting from the room, followed by some 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 get out of here, but before that..."

The sound from the room was intermittent, and Lai Onnell continued to hold his breath, trying to hear it clearly, but soon, the sound in the room stopped, and Lai Onnell'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 creak and the door opened.

A figure in a suit, standing in the light projected by the room, is like a black hole that swallows all light, that is Schiller Rodriguez.

Leonel fell to the ground, he tried to move his body, took a few steps back, and let out a short breath, he said, "Professor Rodriguez..."

"Did you see it?" Schiller asked him blankly.

"No, I didn't, I didn't see anything!"

"You saw me kill Nelson," Schiller said in an affirmative statement, "You saw me approach him, ask him those questions, kill him, and put him Throw it downstairs, so you follow me all the way here, wanting to hear what I'm looking for."

Laonel turned over and got up from the ground. He clasped his hands and said with a stooped body, "No, no, Mr. Professor, I didn't see anything, I can keep it a secret, really... …”

"Then why are you here?"

The sinister tone had a chill that made one's heart feel cold, and Laonel didn't even know how to answer. He tried to smirk a little, and Schiller followed with a smile, but the smile looked creepy. .

"Uh... It's like this, I came to you, in fact, I just wanted you to treat my son, he has autism, I hired a lot of experts, but I think their professional level is not as good as yours..."

"where is he?"

Laonel didn't seem to expect Schiller to ask this question directly, he showed a very hesitant and embarrassed expression, he said: "It's very late now, and..."

"If you're not for this, then you've really seen something..."

As Schiller said these words, Laonel saw a trace of blood dripping from the crack of the door. He swallowed, and the expression of fear on his face could hardly be restrained. Finally, in order to save his own life, he Or: "...No, I'm serious, if you think so, then come with me..."

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

There was Lex Luthor in a suit, who was younger and only a teenager at the time.

Schiller stepped forward, bent over, and stared at Lex. Lex also looked up at him, his eyes were a little numb, his consciousness seemed a little sluggish, and he couldn't think for himself.

Schiller narrowed his eyes, and La Onel stepped forward and asked politely, "Professor, how is it? Is my son alright?"

"My Healing Game"

Schiller straightened up, pretended to be thinking, turned back and started pacing the room.

Leonel's attention was on Lex, so, without noticing it, he walked up to Schiller behind him and picked up a vase from the decorative table.

"This child is unlucky. When his mother gave birth to him, she suffered from postpartum depression. I hired many doctors and took 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 makes me even more broken is that after a few years, he was found to have childhood autism, and he couldn't be normal with others. Communication and thinking are not normal..."

"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 persevered."

"I want to live for my son..."

Leonel's voice was trembling all the time, like a very sad old father. When he stood up and looked back to see Schiller's reaction, what appeared in his field of vision was a huge vase.

With a loud "bang", Leonel fell to the ground, Schiller dropped the handle of the vase, and instead of looking at Leonel, who was knocked unconscious and covered in blood, he came to Lex in front of.

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

Schiller rolled the lids of his eyes and whispered to himself, "Overdose of tranquilizers for a long time..."

He fumbled around Lex's body, and when he touched Lex's calf and knee, Lex instinctively shivered.

Schiller rolled up Lex's trouser legs and found that there were many old wounds on them, and he told Lex to turn around. After lifting his shirt up, he found that there was also a wound on his back. Obviously, this could not be caused by accident, but was a trace of being abused.

He turned his head and glanced at Lai Onel, his eyes became a little cold, and then he tested Laix's various reactions, then sighed, stopped and thought for a long time, and finally, he still supported him. "...Come with me."

He patted Lex on the back and guided him out of the door, through the dark corridor, and into the previous room. Facing the stimulation of the strong **** smell, Lex still did not respond.

Without looking at the indescribable mass of matter in the center of the room, Schiller stepped over the pile, came to the bed, and dug out a small box from his suitcase.

After opening the box, there was a very small reagent tube, Schiller looked at the less than one milliliter of liquid left in the reagent tube, he sighed deeply, and said to himself: "I didn't More, now that's all that's left..."

"However, just because there is only so much left, it seems that there is nothing else to do." Schiller said as if to comfort himself.

He looked up at Lex, glanced at his immature face and dull eyes, paused, and walked over.

He unscrewed the cap of the small reagent tube, and the moment the cap was opened, a charming aroma of wine spread throughout the room.

He put his hand on Lex's chin, made him open his mouth, and poured the liquid from the test tube into his mouth.

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

Schiller bent down and hugged him to stop his struggle. Lex was like a dying fish that came ashore from the sea, shaking non-stop. After a few minutes, he began to vomit and cough.

When Lex finally straightened up, his eyes started to glow a little, shimmering.

It was like a vegetative person who had been lying on a hospital bed for many years and suddenly woke up. He was confused for a moment, then froze in place and began to accept the memories in his mind.

Schiller pressed his shoulders, looked him in the eyes, and said to him: "I know you are a little confused right now, I think you should have a memory of what happened to you, but I still have to explain it to you. "

"Your father must have been abusing you, but I don't understand why he gave you an overdose of tranquillizers for a long time, so that these drugs have seriously affected your developmental system and thinking ability."

"However, it just so happens that I have a very magical thing that can reactivate people's thinking~www.readwn.com~ Although if you use too much, it may make people crazy, but if there is only one point, it should be just right for you. symptoms are effective.”

"Of course, this thing will have some sequelae. It may make your thinking more active and a little crazy in some hyperactive states, but it is still within the controllable range."

"Okay, boy, listen, I'm going to hypnotize your father later to make him forget that I knocked him out and treated you."

"Hypnosis is not a panacea. If there is enough time, maybe I can do more, but now, for some reason, I have to leave immediately."

Schiller looked Lex in the eyes and said, "Remember, act like nothing happened so you can protect yourself, and if he gives you more medicine, try to fool him.

"Also, don't think about revenge until you are completely sure, goodbye."

After speaking, Schiller turned around, closed his suitcase, and was about to leave. Suddenly, he heard a slightly immature voice behind him: "Do you know why my father used drugs to control me?"

Schiller turned his head, he stared into Lex's eyes, and asked suspiciously, "You can speak so soon? You..."

In his field of vision, Lex, who was bathed in light and stood in front of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, showed him a somewhat crazy smile, and then said:

"Because I'm a genius..."

"A super genius."

Behind him, the snow still outside the window.

Traveling between the snow and the wind, time moved forward rapidly. When I looked in through the window again, the confrontation between Schiller and Benjamin became more and more intense.

And the red-haired boy who had been standing behind Benjamin, facing the person in front of him, slowly raised the vase in his hand.