Chapter 427: The Metropolis Mystery (Part 8)

Ben Jie Ming did not restrict the gala guests from moving freely within the Mayor's mansion, so the news of old Pa Ke's death spread quickly. Many people stood by the railing of the ceiling corridor, looking down, and the discussion and exclamation were endless.

Many people were walking down, wanting to go to the second floor to take a closer look at the corpse.

People are so strange. When the corpse fell in front of them, they desperately wanted to run out, but when the corpse was far away from them, they wanted to get closer to see what was going on.

The only figure walking upward was Yin Wensi, which made him appear out of place with the surrounding crowd. When Bruce left the room and came to the corridor, he discovered this point.

Bruce stood by the ceiling railing on his floor and looked down, seeing old Pa Ke's corpse.

He lay on his back there, with a large bloodstain on his chest, and the wound could be vaguely seen. It seemed to be pierced by a sharp weapon. Like Mayor White, he was thrown down from a high place and happened to land in the center of the banquet hall.

At this time, several agents were holding various tools to conduct an autopsy. Some were wearing gloves and groping on the corpse, some were recording on the side with a record book, and others were looking for clues around with searchlights.

And Bruce, who was watching all this from upstairs, raised his eyes slightly and saw Yin Wensi, who was going against the current. Although the two of them had no communication in this gala, Bruce understood his behavioral logic.

You cannot say that everything happening in the hall at this time is not a murder scene. In fact, in the vast majority of police and gangster films or some detective films, this scene is very common.

When looking down from above, the composition is like an old-fashioned suspense film: a corpse with blood blooming on its chest, lying in a messy environment in a strange posture, police rushing to investigate the case, and onlookers with different expressions and whispering to each other.

However, whether from the timing of the occurrence, the process of the occurrence, or the result, it all appears too mediocre. During the time Bruce was Batman in Cat Getan, all the gang vendetta scenes he encountered were much more exciting than this.

Gang bosses like various deterrent means to solve their opponents. The more violent ones would throw their enemies into cement trucks or tie them to stones and throw them into the sea.

Family heads like the Godfather would invite family members who violated the rules into the church, repent before God, and then shoot them in the face after they walked out of the steps and stood on the church.

The execution method of the Cat Getan gang, whether from the sense of ritual or the effect, was much stronger than this scene.

Bruce could almost feel Yin Wensi's bored mood. Even if it were him, looking at the shocked expressions of the onlookers on the floor below, he couldn't help but have some doubts: what exactly were they shocked about?

Thinking of this, Bruce couldn't help but start to recall, what would happen if this happened in Cat Getan today?

Just thinking of this topic, Bruce stroked the side of his nose with his finger, as if warning himself not to make such dangerous assumptions, but his thoughts still spread uncontrollably.

He thought, when the gala opened, when the host announced the list of important guests, the first name read out, the owner of the name would definitely become a corpse falling from the sky.

Immediately after, people would start to suspect each other and guess each other. When the second murder case occurred, his death method would definitely be very strange and weird, indicating that there was a terrifying serial murder case murderer hiding among them.

At this time, someone would definitely inexplicably connect to the television in the hall, and then tell how he was ignored by this society, put forward various rules and conditions, and let people kill each other.

Finally, many people would definitely be driven crazy, releasing the potential they had never released in civilized society, and using deeper darkness to swallow others.

When everyone began to fall into madness and chaos, that crazy laughter would explode along with the thunder of the rainy night. In the dark and deep rain curtain, the fire of the explosion would light up, meaning the appearance of a madman.

Bruce shook his head, took a deep breath, and after exhaling, his body relaxed a little. He thought, thank goodness this is Metropolis.

After previewing the scene of Cat Getan in his mind, Bruce also seemed to lose interest in watching here. He did want to investigate the secret behind this, but this didn't mean he wanted to go down and deal with the agents and old Luo De.

Bruce walked back to the room. Pan Ni was fiddling with her wrist guards. Bruce walked to the table, took out the box, Pan Ni stood up and moved her wrists and ankles, and then said, "Just follow the previous plan, I will sneak into each room to install wiretaps, you go find the monitoring room of this manor."

Bruce took off his sweater, then opened a bottle of wine, splashed the wine on the sweater until the whole sweater was covered with a strong smell of wine, and then did the same treatment to his pants.

He changed into these two pieces of clothing, picked up the wine bottle that only had half the wine left, poured two sips of wine into his mouth, and then spat it out, ensuring that his whole body and mouth were full of the smell of wine, and then he stumbled out of the room.

At this time, almost everyone was gathered in the center of the corridor, observing the situation below. When Bruce walked down from the side stairs, he didn't encounter any obstacles.

He inferred that the monitoring room was on the first floor, so he had to go to the first floor to look around first. He narrowed his eyes very hard, muttering some unclear nonsense in his mouth, looking like a complete drunkard.

Just when he walked down to the first floor from the side stairs and turned into the corridor, suddenly, he saw a figure standing at the end of the corridor, and then flashed away. Bruce leaned against the wall and retched, but when he lowered his head, he raised his eyes, staring at the situation at the end of the corridor.

The figure opposite should have heard the sound when Bruce went downstairs, so he hid to the other side of the corridor. However, after a while, he seemed to discover that the person who came was just a drunkard wandering around, so he walked out again.

Bruce's angle couldn't see the true face of that person, so he simply pretended to the end, covering his chest and retching violently, and then just like completely drunk, lay on the ground on his side.

Siluke

That figure stayed at the end of the corridor and observed for a few minutes, but in the end, he still stepped toward this side. Bruce pretended to be drunk on the ground, one eye closed, and the other eye slightly opened a small slit.

The first thing that came into his eyes was a pair of exquisite leather shoes, and looking up a little, it was decent suit pants. From the shape of the ankles, it should be a young man.

Bruce felt a pair of hands supporting his armpits and dragging him to the other end of the corridor. He simply relaxed his limbs and didn't resist that force, but he could feel that the person opposite wasn't too strong. After dragging him for dozens of seconds, he had to stop to rest for a while.

Moreover, this person seemed to have some resistance to the smell of wine, coughing while covering his nose from time to time, but he still stopped and went, dragging Bruce to the corner of the corridor.

After turning the corner, the other side was a utility room. Bruce felt that he was dragged into the utility room. At the moment the light changed, he took the opportunity to open his eyes and then saw red hair.

Bruce was pulled by those hands and thrown into the corner of the utility room, leaning against a pile of paper boxes. Waiting until he saw that person turn around from the slit of his eyes, he then safely opened his eyes.

He saw a red-haired young man wearing a suit, looking tall and thin. At this time, he was turning around and walking out of the utility room. After a while, when he came back, he was holding the wine bottle that Bruce had been holding in his hand, and then he spilled the remaining wine in the bottle on the floor.

When he turned around, Bruce, at the moment of closing his eyes, saw a lighter being fiddled with in his hand.

Bruce slowly adjusted his breathing. At the moment the lighter's ignition sound rang lightly, he jumped up, rushed forward, grabbed the other party's neck, and pressed him against the wall.

He saw a young face with a shocked expression. Bruce asked coldly, "Who are you?"

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

Then, he let go of his hand, letting that red-haired teenager cover his neck and cough. After he finally smoothed his breath, what Bruce didn't expect was that the teenager knelt on the ground and laughed out loud.

"Hahahaha, Bruce Wei En... Bruce Wei En..."

That teenager kept repeating Bruce's name. Bruce took two steps back, hugged his arms, frowned, and asked, "Do you know me?"

"Of course, hahahaha, do you know how funny it is? That idiot... that idiot... the only thing he firmly believed in, turned out to be fake..."

After laughing for a long time, he finally straightened up, leaned against the wall, raised his head, covered his neck, and gasped for a while. He looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "Hello, my name is Ma Te Luo De."

Bruce frowned. He vaguely remembered seeing him at some party, but at that time they were still young, and until now, the change in appearance was great.

Moreover, if Bruce remembered correctly, at that time Ma Te appeared in the image of an autistic child. He didn't talk to anyone, just sat alone on the side.

"If I guessed correctly, you might be recalling the scene of our last meeting, wondering, I should be an autistic patient, why can I communicate with you smoothly now?"

A mocking smile always hung on Ma Te's face. That kind of smile made Bruce very uncomfortable, making him think of another madman.

"This has to start from an idiot."

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

"Starting from an idiot who always believed that little Wei En was really a playboy, and kept nagging in my ear every day..." ===== CHAPTER 428 =====