The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

The scale of this banquet was not large, and there was no dance. In a restaurant that looked retro or even a little old, there were chairs on both sides of a long table. The dark red table flags and carved candlesticks showed Old-school style, the door is opened by a man in a black suit and white gloves, and the guests are seated one by one.

It's not yet time to start the banquet, so the guests haven't arrived at all. Bruce is relatively early. He takes Jason and Tim to their seats. The two children are sitting on his right side. The one who is closer to him is Tim. m.

Bruce sat on the left side of the table, facing the door of the room, very close to the main seat, showing his important status.

And the other guests who came in one after another did not show any surprise when they saw the two children beside him. This is a common social method in high society. kids go in.

They can only speculate about the families of the two children, and guess which lucky one is connected to the Wayne family, but Bruce, who is sitting on the seat, is not as calm as he appears.

When people wait for the lottery draw, there will be a strange emotion. They neither want that moment to come, but also hope that it will come soon.

Bruce didn't know which Schiller he'd draw, he just hoped it wouldn't be the last one he wanted to see.

But before that, he heard another bad news. Clark Kent, an intern reporter from the Metropolis, who was supposed to come with Mayor Roy, couldn't come because of some personal matters.

Jason, who was sitting in the seat, shook his head slightly, and whispered to Tim next to him, "You know what? Sometimes, I think he's really unlucky."

"I don't understand, what is he afraid of." Tim lowered his voice and said, "That's his teacher, not his enemy. What can Schiller do to him?"

And at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps coming from outside the door, and the knuckles of Bruce's hands on the table became visibly tense. He put his hands away and leaned back, staring at the door.

When Schiller's figure appeared, Tim heard Bruce curse in a low voice, and he had never heard Bruce curse before.

Schiller handed the red wine to the waiter next to him, and sat across from Bruce. Before Bruce could say anything, the Falcones had already entered, followed closely by the current head of the Gotham Police Department. Gordon, and two other officers.

Everyone who came in did not enjoy the relaxed expression of the banquet, including the Falcone couple who hosted the banquet, as if everyone knew what would happen, and everyone was also guessing how certain things would turn out. state occurs.

Bruce has not forgotten his other mission here, which is to prevent the occurrence of murders. He scanned every guest seated, remembering every detail of them, to ensure that he would not miss any possible clues , while Schiller sat quietly in place.

"This is just an ordinary family dinner. You don't have to be restrained. Even if you have something to talk about, we should enjoy the delicious food first."

As Alberto's voice fell, the waiter who passed the dishes began to walk in, and put one dish after another in front of all the guests. The dishes were indeed very ordinary, and they were the most common Italian dishes.

However, no one expected to see any ingenious and innovative dishes at this time. Everyone knew that they were not here to eat.

The reason why the atmosphere is so tense is also related to the current situation. The Falcone family, the Wayne Group, and the city government are not in a complete cooperative relationship. They all want to demonstrate their authority.

Now that the two murders correspond to the Falcone family and the city government, who is the most likely perpetrator?
But even if everyone had guessed, no one dared to speak, not even the two victims.

But this does not mean that they will let it go, and friction will inevitably come. All people who do not belong to these three parties are thinking about how to survive in the cracks, not to be affected by the aftermath of the collision, and even get a little benefit from it.

After the appetizer comes the main course, which is also very common grilled ribs, served with grilled vegetables unique to Italy. Once the lid of the main course is lifted, the aroma of the meat will inevitably waft away.

Even if everyone knows that today's task is not to eat, the instinctive appetite of human beings still makes them pick up their knives and forks again and start eating.

Bruce saw that Schiller unhurriedly peeled and cut the meat from the bone, and put it into his mouth. After a pause, he began to chew, thinking while eating.

Seeing that Schiller had no intention of doing anything for the time being, Bruce began to focus on the other people present, most of which were familiar faces, police officers, government officials, gang leaders, well-known businessmen and their children .

It can be said that the people at this table are controlling the city of Gotham, holding more than [-]% of the power.

Their eating looks are very elegant, no one picks up the ribs and gnaws directly, most people are slowly separating the bones and meat, and then chewing slowly, so after eating a main course for more than ten minutes, most people only eat in half.

Alberto gently put down the knife and fork, and raised his wine glass. Just when he was about to say something, there was a "bang", and a black shadow hit the window.

Everyone looked at the window on one side of the room like a frightened bird, while Bruce, who was the closest to the window with his back to the window, turned his head and saw a hanging figure hitting the window.

But his first reaction was surprise, because the figure was still alive, and the rope was not tied around his neck, but passed through his armpit, and it looked like a window cleaner safety suit for working at heights.

To the horror of others, the man was strapped with bombs all over his body and had a sign around his neck with a number representing a TV channel written on it.

Alberto tightened his grip on the wine glass, his brows furrowed deeply, and he waved his hand, wanting the subordinates behind him to drag this person in.

But Bruce moved one step faster. He rushed forward and cut the rope that was hanging the man.

The restaurant is located on the second floor. Even if the floor height of the old-fashioned manor is higher than that of ordinary buildings, it will not kill people from this height.

The expected explosion didn't come, but Bruce didn't relax because of it. On the contrary, his face sank, because he understood that if the other party didn't want to blow up everyone here, it proved that he might want to make a bigger mess. Big live.

Alberto turned his head and said to his subordinates beside him, "Go get a TV. It needs to be big enough and clear enough. Adjust the channel. I want to see what kind of tricks he is trying to do."

After a while, two subordinates pushed in a large TV with a large screen but not thin enough. In this era, it can already be called quite advanced.

The TV is placed at the end of the dining table, a full table away from the main table, and a long way from Bruce and Schiller, who are very close to the main guard.

And the moment the channel was adjusted, a bloody picture appeared on it, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

In the center of the screen, a dead body was lying on the floor. The blood that flowed out had completely coagulated, and it was spread flat on the floor, like a dirty carpet that hadn't been washed for a long time.

Part of the corpse's chest is completely gone, including the heart, lungs and skin, but most of the spine remains in place, and the ribs that connect the spine are clearly missing.

"vomit!"

A sound of vomiting came from one side of the dining table, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound. Tim covered his mouth and fell sideways to retch. At this time, Bruce also reacted, and he immediately turned his eyes to Ready for the ribs on the plate.

All the people present were smart people. Seeing Bruce's expression, they all guessed something, and then looked at the food on the plate in disbelief, and Gordon's face turned pale.

"Some people say that the genes of humans and pigs are actually very similar." A voice came from the TV, but the other party did not show up. The camera slowly advanced and stopped on the broken chest of the corpse. Exaggerated intonation, began to recite a poem:

"I once saw a pig strangle itself to death in a hungry night."

"The belly it eats is round, and the bran and melons and fruits come out of its intestines."

"I rushed up and picked up the debris."

"They rushed up and cursed and beat me."

"They said I'm not a pig and can't eat those things."

"So, I began to envy pigs."

"I put on the pig's mask and blended in with them."

"Then I found out that they're not eating bran and melons."

"It's human."

"Those who stop me are not afraid that I will get sick."

"But... want to be a pig too."

When the cadenced tone resounded in the empty room, it was like the lights in a theater, clearly illuminating all the beings in different poses in the audience.

Most people are still disgusted by the fact that they just guessed. Some people reach out and push the plate far away, some people try to think about what the content of this poem represents, and some people seem to have already learned something. Ming Wu glanced at the others.

At this time, a voice came from the TV again.

"Smart gentlemen, you must have guessed what you ate, but it doesn't matter, you never think of them as human beings, and they are just a poor pig, like me."

In an instant, one after another vomiting sounded from the dining table. Some people still had fantasies before getting a positive answer from the murderer, but after getting a positive answer, they felt like vomiting, and it was too late.

It’s like the history of evolution, in order for people to remember not to eat what they shouldn’t eat, the act of vomiting is always full of pain, but those who can’t vomit are more painful, and there are screams and sobbing at the dining table one after another.

But there was only one person who seemed to be unique, and everyone's eyes were on him.

He didn't do or say anything to make him look weird, on the contrary, he was the most normal of them all.

Using the sharp point of a steak knife, score the membrane along the center of the rib, run a fork down the side, and use the knife to pick out the bone, leaving a whole piece of meat.

After fixing the middle of the meat with a fork, cut off the front and back two small pieces, which are somewhat dry due to the cooking method, leaving only the best part in the middle, insert it into the mouth with a fork, and then start chewing.

When the fork was taken out of his mouth, he looked up along the thin lips, over the straight bridge of the nose, the gray eyes were always out of focus, but seemed too focused.

That was Schiller, eating slowly.

But at this time, a series of low-pitched laughter came from the TV again, drawing everyone's attention back.

"Hehehe...look at the way you are scared, this is you, panicked, stupid pigs."

"Do you think this is the end? No, I'm going to tell you that half of all the people present ate real pork, and the other half..."

The person on the TV didn't continue to speak, but everyone understood what he meant, so everyone turned their attention to the plate again.

When some people vomited before, they accidentally knocked over the plate, and the meat fell to the floor. They pushed away the chairs, got under the table to pick it up, just to see if there were any clues on the ribs that could prove that they were The lucky half.

"My, my piece! It must be pork, I have experience!"

"As you all know, I actually like pork. The taste is exactly the same as the one I used to eat, so this piece of mine must be..."

"I just threw up, so I didn't actually…"

But at this time, a series of higher-pitched laughter came again, and the strange voice came again from the TV series: "Half of the people are very lucky, oh, sorry, I don't mean the people who ate real pork, because the real pork The pork...is poisonous."

All the people who checked the condition of the meat froze in place.

Those who had sworn before that they ate pork threw the meat away as if they were burning their hands. Although no one said it, the same prayer sounded in their hearts.

And within a few seconds of their eye contact, everyone understood what they were thinking, and at the same time realized that the people sitting at the same table with them for civilized communication were actually a group of people who wanted their A pervert who ate human flesh.

Bruce frowned, and he began to think about the loopholes in it, but to be honest, it's not surprising that the lunatics in Gotham would do such a thing, there is no need to think about whether their execution ability can be achieved, as long as they are crazy enough, It will definitely be done.

"What did you think of just now?" The voice came from the TV again: "Not only do you not feel guilty for this, but you also feel happy, but in fact, this is not the first time at all."

"You have sat at the table countless times, eating the meat of the same kind that has been carefully cooked, and the face is full of joy of harvest."

"So, of course you don't have to feel guilty... Raise your glasses, friends! Go ahead and celebrate it all, as you have always done, raising us, butchering us, carve our meat, cook it and eat it!"

"Throw a little more residue into the pigsty, let us be grateful, and go to the slaughterhouse full of pride, with our chests upright, to prove our value!"

Everyone was staring at the TV, but at this moment, a calm voice sounded from the dining table: "I ate pork. Pork is not poisonous, but it is too hot."

The others turned their heads back again. They saw that Schiller finally put down the knife and fork. Some people who were anxious about the fact that pork might be poisonous immediately cast their eyes on him and said, "How can you be sure? ? The meat is almost burnt..."

Bruce also set his sights on Schiller, and he also wanted to know, how did the professor get this answer?
In his opinion, the meat itself has no clues that can be used, because as Schiller said, the meat is too hot, and basically no details can be judged.Even if there are some clues that can be speculated, there is actually no substantive evidence that can determine the answer.

So, Bruce, who felt that his reasoning was not weaker than others, asked:
"...Why are you so sure?"

Schiller wiped his mouth with a napkin, and looked at Bruce with those barren eyes. In an instant, Bruce had a bad feeling. He felt that he shouldn't ask.

Then, Bruce heard Schiller say in a graceful, gentle tone:
"Because...human flesh doesn't taste like this."

Zhou Ke'er has to scold a pervert when she comes.