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Chapter 430: Metropolis Doubt (14)

"Schiller Rodriguez!" Lionel exclaimed. "A damn murderer, a psychopath!"

"You damn agent! Weren't you always searching for the killer from back then? I can tell you, the killer is Rodriguez. He killed two people! He even dismembered one of them! I saw it with my own eyes!"

When Lionel uttered the name Rodriguez, a flood of negative emotions poured out from between his teeth.

Benjamin felt for the first time that a person's emotions could truly become tangible knives, sending shivers down one's spine.

If hatred could truly materialize, Lionel would possess the sharpest weapon in the world. But unfortunately, such a thing was impossible.

So, all he could do was clench his fists tightly in this meeting room, stomping his feet incessantly. As a victim, he vented various negative emotions towards Schiller to Benjamin.

When Benjamin heard Lionel say, "Schiller killed at least two people," his brow furrowed deeply.

At this moment, the snow outside the window began to fall heavier and heavier. Through the swirling snowflakes, warm lights flickered once again, and the Manor, which existed in different times, appeared amidst the snowfall, two years ago.

This time, the glorious lights dimmed, and the bloodstains in the living room had not yet been cleaned. The corpse of the deputy speaker lay in a corner, covered with a white cloth. All the doors in the mayor's mansion were tightly shut, and everyone turned off their lights, hiding in their bedrooms, afraid to make a sound.

Because just now, two more lives had been taken. Even the police couldn't maintain order anymore. Everyone could only hurriedly retreat to their small rooms, hoping to gain some sense of security.

The violent blizzard surrounded the Manor, turning it into a prison for ordinary people. At the same time, it became a hunting ground for the serial killers.

In the dark corridor, only one room at the end revealed a faint light. The light seeping through the crack of the door was like a sharp knife, cutting the end of the corridor into another cold and chilling space.

Lionel walked stealthily in the corridor and arrived in front of the room with the faint light. He stopped his footsteps, held his breath, and heard a chilling voice coming from inside the room:

"...It seems this is the last one... Unfortunately, I still haven't found what I'm looking for."

Lionel heard the bone-chilling sound of flesh being cut inside the room. Then, there were sounds of water and the "clack clack" of shoes pacing on the floor. All of this filled him with immense fear, but he suppressed the emotion and continued listening.

"Such a massive treasure... Winter, winter... It seems I have to leave here, but before that..."

The intermittent voice from inside the room continued, and Lionel kept holding his breath, trying to hear more clearly. But soon, the sounds in the room stopped, and Lionel's body trembled.

Just as he calmed down through deep breaths, stood up, and prepared to leave, he heard a faint creaking sound—the door opened...

A figure wearing a suit stood in the light projected from the room, but it seemed to devour all the light like a black hole. It was Schiller Rodriguez.

Lionel fell to the ground, trying to move his body, and took a few steps back. He made short, gasping sounds and said, "Rodriguez, Professor..."

"Did you see it?" Schiller asked expressionlessly.

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

"Did you see me kill Nelson?" Schiller stated affirmatively. "You saw me approach him, ask him those questions, and then kill him, throwing him off the building. So, you followed me all the way here, wanting to know what I'm really searching for."

Lionel struggled to turn his body, got up from the ground, clasped his hands together, and said, "No, I didn't, Professor. I didn't see anything. I can keep it a secret, really..."

"Why did you come here?" Schiller asked with an evil tone that sent chills down Lionel's spine. Lionel didn't even know how to answer. He tried to force a smile, and Schiller followed suit, but his smile looked terrifying.

"Well... I came to find you, actually. I just wanted you to treat my son. He has autism, and I've hired many experts, but I think their professional level is not as good as yours..."

"Where is he?" Schiller asked directly, which seemed to catch Lionel off guard. He hesitated and looked embarrassed. "It's already late, and..."

"If it's not for this matter, then you must have seen something..." Schiller interrupted.

As Schiller spoke, Lionel saw a trace of blood flowing from the crack of the door. He swallowed his saliva, and his terrified expression was almost uncontrollable. Finally, to save his own life, he said, "No, I'm serious. If you want, you can follow me..."

Lionel and Schiller walked through the dark corridor, climbed the rotating staircase, and arrived at the meeting room upstairs.

Lex Luthor, wearing a suit, was waiting there. He was younger and still a teenager.

Schiller walked up, bent down, and stared at Lex. Lex looked up at him, his eye contact somewhat numb, and he seemed unable to think independently.

Schiller narrowed his eyes, and Lionel walked up, pretending to be polite, and asked, "Professor, how is my son's condition?"

"My Healing Game."

Schiller stood up straight, pretending to be thinking, turned around, and began pacing in the room.

Lionel's attention was on Lex, so he didn't notice Schiller walking behind him and picking up a vase from the decorative table.

"This child has had bad luck. When his mother gave birth to him, she suffered from postpartum depression. I hired many doctors and gave him meticulous nursing care, but in the end, she still committed suicide..."

"Although I was very sad, I knew that I had to hold on for little Lex. But what made me collapse even more was that a few years later, he was diagnosed with autism and couldn't communicate normally with people, and his thinking was abnormal..."

"Professor, you don't know how sad I am. At that moment, I almost wanted to follow my wife, but for the sake of taking care of him, I persisted."

"For my son, I have to live on..." Lionel's voice kept trembling, like a sorrowful old father. When he stood up and turned around to see Schiller's reaction, a huge vase appeared in his vision.

With a loud bang, Lionel fell to the ground. Schiller let go of the vase handle and didn't look at Lionel, who was knocked unconscious and bleeding. Instead, he came to Lex's side.

He bent down and touched Lex's head, but Lex still had no reaction and remained very dull.

Schiller flipped his eyelids and muttered to himself, "Long-term use of excessive sedatives..."

He searched Lex's body and, when he touched Lex's calf and knee, Lex instinctively flinched.

Schiller rolled up Lex's pants and found many old wounds on them. He turned Lex around and lifted his shirt, finding wounds on his back. Obviously, this couldn't have been caused by an accident but by abuse.

He turned his head and glanced at Lionel, his eye contact becoming somewhat cold. Then, he tested Lex's various reactions again, sighed, and stopped to think for a long time. Finally, he supported Lex's back and said, "Come with me."

He patted Lex's back, guiding him out of the door, crossing the dark corridor, and coming to the previous room. Despite the strong smell of blood, Lex still had no reaction.

Without looking at the indescribable substance in the center of the room, Schiller crossed over it and came to the bed, taking out a small box from his luggage.

After opening the box, there was a very small test tube inside. Schiller looked at the less than one milliliter of liquid left in the test tube and sighed deeply, muttering to himself, "There wasn't much to begin with, and now there's only this little left..."

"But just because there's only this little left, it seems like I can't do anything else," Schiller said to himself, as if comforting himself.

He looked up at Lex's tender face and dull eye contact, paused for a moment, and then walked over.

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

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

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

Schiller bent down and hugged him, stopping his struggling. Lex trembled like a dying fish washed ashore, and after a few minutes, he began to vomit and cough.

When Lex finally stood up straight, his eyes began to shine and emit a faint light.

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

Schiller held his shoulder, looked into his eyes, and said, "I know you're a bit confused now. I think you should have memories of what happened to you, but I still have to explain it to you."

"Your father should have been abusing you all along, but I don't understand why he gave you excessive sedatives for a long time, which seriously affected your development and thinking ability."

"But luckily, I have a very magical thing that can reactivate people's thinking. Although if used excessively, it may make people go crazy, but if only a little is used, it should be effective for your symptoms."

"Of course, this thing will have some after-effects. It may make your thinking more active in some excited states, and it may be a bit crazy, but it's still within a controllable range."

"Okay, child, listen. Later, I will hypnotize your father to make him forget that I knocked him out and treated you. Hypnosis is not omnipotent. If there is enough time, maybe I can do more, but now, for some reason, I have to leave immediately."

Schiller looked into Lex's eyes and said, "Remember, act as if nothing happened. This is the only way to protect yourself. If he gives you medication again, find a way to deceive him."

"And don't think about revenge until you're completely sure. Goodbye."

After speaking, Schiller turned around, closed his luggage, and prepared to leave. Suddenly, he heard a slightly childish voice behind him, "Do you know why my father wanted to control me with drugs?"

Schiller turned his head and stared at Lex's eyes, asking in confusion, "You can speak so soon? You..."

In his vision, Lex, standing in the light, bathed in blood and corpses, showed him a slightly crazy smile and said, "Because I'm a genius..."

"A super genius."

Behind him, the wind and snow were still raging.

Shuttling through the wind and snow, time flew forward rapidly. When he looked through the window again, the atmosphere between Schiller and Benjamin, who had been confronting each other, became more and more intense.

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

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