Chapter 3868

After the thunder, people on the same floor heard the screams. The man in the beige plaid shirt with two small mustaches began to smash the door frantically. The woman in the gold suspender dress with ruby earrings hid behind the bed in panic. The children who had just turned on the TV in the room looked back at a loss. Even the pet dog lowered its voice and let out a warning growl.

Rapid footsteps soon sounded in the corridor. The strong bodyguards hired by the Penguin filled the entire corridor. Two of them knocked on the door of the room that made the scream, and there was no movement inside.

With a "bang," the door was smashed open. A male corpse covered in blood fell to the ground at the door. A woman sat paralyzed by the bed on the carpet, her head hanging low, as if she had no breath.

The bodyguards holding guns walked in cautiously. The woman who was motionless just now stood up abruptly, rushed toward them, waving the glass shards in her hand. The well-trained bodyguards pushed her away with the rifles in their hands and knocked her down. Just as they wanted to shoot, they were stopped by their teammates behind them.

"Don't kill her, Boss needs a confession."

The two knocked the woman unconscious and dragged her out of the room. The corpse on the ground was also soon taken away. Those who only dared to open the door a crack to look out finally poked their heads out secretly, but when they smelled the thick smell of blood in the corridor, they closed the door pale-faced again.

Seeing Natasha had been leaning on the door, listening to the movement outside. Until it was quiet outside again, she thought and said: "The corpse that appeared in the restroom before doesn't look like the Eden Killer did it. Then what about this one?"

"First tell me why you think that corpse wasn't done by the Eden Killer," Shiler said, still sitting by the window.

"This killer's actions have a pattern. Every time he kills two people, usually a man and a woman, there is some improper relationship between them. The imitator grasped this pattern, which is why he could make those confusing cases. But there was only one corpse in the restroom, which clearly doesn't fit the Eden Killer's pattern of committing crimes."

"Then what about this case?" Shiler asked again, "Judging from the movement just now, I'm afraid the victim of this case is also one person."

"No. Even if this case wasn't done by the Eden Killer, it couldn't be the Penguin. The corpse in the restroom might be his enemy or competitor or something, the deterrence brought is enough. Killing another one in such a short time, and under the promise of safety made in advance, is completely slapping his own face. He has no need to do this."

Seeing Natasha frowned, clearly trying hard to analyze the current situation. She said: "Now everyone has just been separated, even if someone wants to fish in troubled waters, they won't act so quickly. So I am still more inclined to the Eden Killer who was prepared early. He couldn't let the Penguin solve the problem with such a simple method, so he killed another person in such a short time. Now those upper-class people are probably scared to the extreme, they won't let the Penguin manipulate them anymore."

"Fuck you, Oswald Cobblepot!" An old man with a head of white hair and a neatly trimmed beard cursed at the other side of the phone, "Something happened on your turf, but you want to lock us up. As a result, now there is a madman killing people among us! You wouldn't be in cahoots with that Eden Killer, would you?! Do you want to kill us all here?!!"

"I don't care what you want to check!" A thin woman with bright red lips paced back and forth in the room, spraying saliva at her mobile phone, "You can't guarantee our safety at all. Let us leave immediately!!"

"You think you're any better than those police?! Huh?! What did you say when you took my brother away from me? But what was the result?!!" A strong man with a heavy Russian accent cursed at the phone, "Fuck you, Cobblepot! My men will find their way here soon, I will let them chop your head off!"

"Mr. Cobblepot, gathering us here is really not a good idea," said a man in a suit, looking refined, "I know you might want to find out about the Eden Killer, but so many socialites gathered here is really too easy to be wiped out by him. Now it's just killing, what if there are bombs or plane attacks later? We really shouldn't take this risk..."

"What about Batman? How can he tolerate the killer being active in the city for so long? And that damn Cobblepot. Didn't Batman stop him several times? What's different this time?"

"Oh my god, we really have to think of a way."

"What do you say we do? That Cobblepot must be crazy!"

"Anyway, the signal hasn't been blocked, we have to call someone to save us quickly, we can't just sit and wait for death!"

Another lightning bolt, the light illuminated every room in the manor. Countless anxious figures paced by the window, complaining, confiding, and wandering.

And in the largest room on the top floor, the Penguin looked at his subordinates fiercely and said: "No matter what, get something out of that woman's mouth! Then throw her into the Atlantic for me!"

He was just saying this when a man in a jacket knocked on the door and walked in, his face gloomy as he said: "Ms. Sickin is dead."

"What?!" The Penguin looked at him in disbelief.

"According to your private doctor's examination, she overdosed on drugs about 10 minutes ago and showed very obvious symptoms of delirium. The doctor speculates that her aggressive behavior might also be caused by mental disorder due to drug abuse."

"What the fuck are you saying?!" The Penguin rushed in front of him, "So that woman got high on drugs, and then killed her husband?! Where did she get the drugs?!"

"Uh, sometimes they bring their own, then add them to the wine at the banquet, and go to the car while tipsy and the drug effect is taking hold..." The man gestured, and the Penguin understood what he meant.

The Penguin is a standard conservative, not to say he doesn't do drug business, but he doesn't take them himself, and requires the high-level and middle-level personnel he manages to absolutely not have a history of drug abuse. So to some extent, he lacks understanding of how crazy these junkies can get.

And for Cat Getan's upper class, drug abuse doesn't count as poking a hornet's nest, because they have money, can get drugs through legal channels, have private doctors to help them control the dosage, and can also do all kinds of health care regularly to maintain their health as much as possible. Although they will eventually kill themselves by taking drugs, at least they can live a few years longer than those zombies at the bottom. This problem has never been taken seriously.

Even if the Penguin can manipulate the entire Cat Getan political scene in the dark, he can't hold a banquet that resolutely forbids the use of any drugs. Even if he called for it, he absolutely couldn't search everyone, Wayne wouldn't have such face if he came. So the appearance of drugs at such a banquet is inevitable.

Walking by the river often, how can shoes not get wet. Junkies will eventually explode one day, and those who can quietly kill themselves by taking drugs are considered moral models. And because of the overly abundant dark factors in the small brains of Gothamites, most junkies will make a big stir.

Before, the Penguin was lucky and hadn't encountered it. But God won't stand on his side forever. He also realized where the problem was—this is highly likely just a junkie with a slow brain, who got high on drugs and accidentally killed her husband.

The Penguin seemed to have punched cotton. He thought he could finally have a good contest with the Eden Killer, but the result was this kind of result. And the murderer had already become a corpse because of drug overdose, obviously impossible to ask any words.

The Penguin sighed long, and said to his subordinates: "Go call everyone in the building, tell them the truth, let them not panic like a turkey before Thanksgiving, and stay in their rooms honestly. Otherwise, I will make them look good!"

Others clearly didn't expect this result. However, some people who knew the couple admitted that they were both junkies, and took quite a lot, and had caused accidents because of drug driving before, paying huge bail to avoid jail.

For Gothamites, this explanation was enough. After all, there are too many people in this city who kill people casually without reason, and overdose is considered a relatively reasonable excuse.

But many people still had unease in their hearts. They felt on one hand that this might not be the truth, but on the other hand, they prayed that this was the truth, prayed that this was just an accidental accident, and they could stay here safely until dawn, and then safely escape from here.

But obviously, the tranquility wouldn't last long. The floor below Shiler's, which is the second floor, was the area the bodyguards focused on preventing, because the most people were locked on this floor, and it was also the most likely place for situations to occur.

Three teams of armed bodyguards patrolled back and forth, and the defense had no gaps. Even Seeing Natasha would find it difficult to infiltrate silently in this situation. But when the second team of bodyguards walked up the stairs, they suddenly heard some strange noises in the room next to the elevator.

The leading bodyguard immediately made a gesture. The two behind set up their guns, and the two in front arched their bodies and walked forward. But just as they were about to walk to the door, the door suddenly opened.

A little boy covered in blood walked out.

The hand on the trigger shook violently. The leading bodyguard looked at the little boy in shock and said: "What's wrong with you? Where are your mom and dad?"

The little boy walked out two more steps, opened the door completely, reached out and pointed into the room and said: "They are all dead."

Ten minutes later, the little boy was brought to the Penguin. The Penguin looked at him and said: "Why did your parents die?"

"I killed them."

"Why did you kill them?!!"

"They weren't good to me. And they were very noisy."

The Penguin opened his mouth. He realized this might be another evil genius or something, but he was really too confused, so he opened his mouth again and asked: "Then... then how did you kill them?"

"While they were working, I strangled their necks from behind. It didn't take much strength." The little boy shook his head.

"You, you..."

The Penguin didn't know what to say. But then he realized something was wrong, and he said: "Who taught you?"

"What?"

"Who taught you to do this?" The Penguin narrowed his eyes and stared at him, "School won't teach you how to kill. A normal person without training couldn't possibly know this method. Who taught you to kill your parents like this?"

"A friend of mine," the little boy said in a calm tone.

"Friend? What's his name?"

"Bibian."

"What?"

"My best friend Bibian."

The Penguin was a bit dazed, because this didn't sound like a person's name at all. Sure enough, the next second, the little boy took a small robot toy out of his pocket.

"Every time I was beaten by my parents, I would go talk to Bibian. He told me I could kill them. I wanted to try before, but didn't succeed. But here they had a very serious argument, then one went to look at the computer, and one went to look at the phone. I had the opportunity to take action."

The Penguin snatched that small robot, but looked at it for a long time and didn't see any problems. He threw the robot to the side in anger. The little boy rushed up to take back his toy.

And where the Penguin didn't see, the eyes of the silver small robot named Bibian lit up with yellow light, flashed, and then went out.