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Chapter 426: Metropolis Doubts (10)

Chapter 426: Metropolis Doubts (10)

As the night grew deeper, looking out from the wooden window, one could see the dark blue color at the end of the night, shrouded in darkness.

At first, there was no light in the corridor, but as the white snowflakes drifted in from outside the window, the snow on the windowsill and the wooden floor of the corridor spread out like moonlight.

A gust of wind blew in through the crack in the window of the corridor, blowing off the pieces of paper stuck on the door. When the paper fell to the ground, there were a few words written on it - "Do Not Disturb."

Passing through the door, a figure sat on the edge of the bed. He had changed into his pajamas and turned off the chandelier on the ceiling and the wall lamp in the guest room, leaving only the desk lamp on the bedside table still on.

When the desk lamp was turned on, it projected a cone-shaped halo on the wall and corner closest to it. Everywhere else was thick with shadows.

The dim yellow light and the reflection of the snowflakes dancing intertwined, just looking at it made one feel the cold outside and the warmth inside, making one even more drowsy.

Schiller put his glasses in the glasses case and looked up at the snow outside, which was getting heavier. He took out an umbrella from under the bed.

He placed the handle of the umbrella on the bedside table, and the light from the desk lamp poured down along the umbrella's shaft. When it shone on the umbrella's surface, it reflected the strange and mysterious patterns on it, which looked like snake skin, but with even greater curving arcs. In the light, it seemed to be slowly changing.

After putting away the umbrella, Schiller lay down on the bed, pulled the blanket over himself, gradually adjusted his breathing, and lowered his frequency. Just as his consciousness was about to sink into that white space, suddenly, a series of urgent noises came from the ground, and the sound of heels stepping on the wooden floor continued.

"Dong, dong, dong..."

The knocking sound came from Schiller's dream, but it did not immediately awaken him.

"Dong, dong, dong, dong! Dong, dong!"

The knocking sound became more and more urgent, and Schiller, who had just fallen asleep, slowly opened his eyes. He slowly sat up on the bed, picked up the glasses case, and put on his glasses again. At this moment, he heard Kayla's voice coming from outside the door.

"Professor Rodriguez! Are you there? Professor Rodriguez! There's another emergency!"

Schiller sat on the edge of the bed. He turned his head and looked at the clock on the wall, which showed that it was 3 a.m. Since Kayla had informed Schiller that Mrs. Davis had died, only an hour and a half had passed.

Schiller stood up, but instead of changing into formal wear, he turned around and picked up the umbrella.

He opened the door, and Kayla's hair was down. She looked like she had been planning to go to bed, but was suddenly called up again. Kayla looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "Lionel Luthor is dead."

Schiller took a step forward, as if he was going to leave like this, but Kayla didn't move aside, so Schiller didn't go out either. Kayla looked up and down at Schiller and said, "I'm sorry, but are you really going out like this?"

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the umbrella in Schiller's hand.

Kayla turned her head and looked at the snowflakes outside the corridor window, sighed, and made way for Schiller. She followed behind him and said, "Our luck isn't very good. If the blizzard continues, I'm afraid no one can leave this manor."

"This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it? You gathered everyone here and cut off the signal just to find the spy among us, right?"

"After Mrs. Davis' body was found, Lionel acknowledged everything. He acknowledged that he was behind the incidents involving Old Parker and Mayor White, and you took him away."

Benjamin remained silent. Schiller raised his wrist and looked at his watch, then tapped the ground with the tip of his umbrella and said, "Lionel wasn't innocent. He wasn't a good person, and he just killed Mayor White and Old Parker. He died here, and it can only be said that he got what he deserved. No one needs to pay an extra price for this."

"It's already very late, and this is the fourth time you've woken me up from my bed. So, let's skip the process of suspicion, evidence, accusation, and exposure and just speak the truth."

Schiller looked around and found that the others were still silent. He put his hands on the handle of the umbrella and said, "Well, I'll start."

"Officer Benjamin, I don't know where you took him to be properly guarded, but I do know that your so-called proper measures didn't work."

"After I came out of the bathroom and returned to my room, not long after, I received a call from Lionel. He asked me to go to the reception room..."

As Schiller spoke, the time went back about an hour and a half.

After Schiller's words that directly hit Lionel's heart, Lionel's face turned pale. It took a long time before he coughed, covering his chest, like a person whose rage had been provoked.

He had completely lost his disguise and stared at Schiller with a sinister eye contact, but Schiller was not moved at all.

Just as Schiller was about to speak, Benjamin waved his hand outside the door, and two burly agents walked in.

After giving them some instructions, they approached Lionel and handcuffed him. Just as Lionel was about to speak, Benjamin said, "Mr. Lionel, it seems that you have acknowledged that you committed two murders. It's best to cooperate with our investigation."

After Benjamin turned around, Schiller couldn't see his expression, but Lionel kept staring at him.

It wasn't until Lionel was taken away by the agents that Benjamin turned around and said to Schiller, "Professor Rodriguez, thank you for your cooperation, brilliant reasoning and investigation. Now, you can go back and rest."

It sounded like a compliment, but there was no polite tone or courtesy. It was stiff and rigid, but Schiller didn't care. He just wanted to go upstairs and sleep.

Just as he returned to his bedroom and was about to take off his tie and change clothes, the telephone in the guest room rang.

The mayor's mansion was not just the mayor's private residence. Most of the guests who came to visit the mayor or attend certain events would stay here, so there were many guest rooms, each with an internal service telephone.

Schiller picked up the telephone, and unsurprisingly, he heard Lionel's suppressed angry voice on the other end, "Rodriguez, I'm waiting for you in the reception room..."

Before Schiller could answer, Lionel said in a cold tone, "I know what you did in the mayor's election two years ago. If you don't want trouble to find you, it's best to come over..."

Schiller put down the telephone and slowly narrowed his eyes.

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