PFC Chapter 3054 Mercury Notes (4)
Chapter 3054 Mercury Notes (4)
Chapter 3054 Mercury Notes (Forty)
There was no moonlight, and the night outside the window was pitch black, with thick clouds and thin fog, and a storm was about to come.
The lonely ghost stood in front of the mirror. He was pale and dressed in formal attire, with no weapons other than a pair of pale and thin hands.
All that was visible in the mirror were the fine, scaly lines on his jaw.
The black gloves covered the fingertips, and the other hand was pulling the edge of the glove, allowing the tight leather to flow smoothly down the palm until it stopped at the edge of the palm.
With his other hand, he held the tie knot and adjusted the position of the tie. He reached to the side, picked up a pen, fastened the pen cap with his thumb, and put it in his suit pocket.
Adjust the marlin brooch, button up the shirt cuffs, and straighten the hem of the suit.
His eyes swept over the shiny leather shoes, he lifted the heels and put them down, paused for a moment, and strode out. The only sound in the room was the dull echo of the heels hitting the ground.
Schiller walked through the corridor.
There were very regular tapping sounds of footsteps, a pair of frightened eyes were wandering under the crack of the door, and golden hair was hanging down by the ears.
She saw the heel of the leather shoe stop in front of the door, one foot stepped to the side, and then turned around.
The tip of the shoe looks like the black muzzle of a gun.
The hand with the jeweled ring covered the mouth.
Boom, boom, boom...
The knock on the door sounded like thunder in the middle of the night.
The crisp footsteps of high heels became disordered, like a sudden rainstorm and strong wind outside the window.
"what!!!"
Gordon on the second floor rushed downstairs. Barbara was raising her arms to block the strong wind blowing in from outside the house, and the windows were blown against the wall.
"Oh my God! I was just about to remind you to stay away from the window!" Gordon rushed over and hugged his wife, went to the bathroom next door to get a towel, and wiped the water off her face.
"This typhoon came really fast." Barbara smoothed her hair and said, "I thought I could lock the windows before the heavy rain, but the windows were still pushed open."
"We'll replace it with a casement window after the typhoon passes," Gordon assured her. Then he grabbed the edge of the window hard and pushed it outward. With a click, the window was finally closed.
The violent storm was isolated outside the house, and the interior of the manor became warm again. The howling of rain and wind outside the window had no effect here at all. Only the firewood in the fireplace was crackling, and the flames and shadows were dancing on the walls.
Barbara had just breathed a sigh of relief when loud crying came from the living room again. Gordon went to make hot tea and said, "It seems that our little Jenny has woken up again. Fortunately, there is a typhoon tonight, so I can accompany you..."
Jingle Bell!Jingle Bell!
Gordon gently put down the teapot, walked over and answered the phone. There was a lot of noise coming from the other end, and he could only vaguely hear the voice of people talking.
In order to avoid waking up his daughter, Gordon had to put his hands over his mouth and the microphone at the same time. Listening to the narration from the other end, he slowly opened his eyes.
The beams of car lights pierced the rain curtain, and the red and blue lights overlapped and reflected on the crumbling walls in the wind and rain. Gordon slowly stepped on the brakes and rushed into the police booth wearing a raincoat.
Standing here, he looked back in the direction his subordinates pointed.
On the flagpole on the roof of the tallest mansion on the bank of the Gotham River, the slender flag kept fluttering in the storm. It seemed shaky under the attack of the strong wind and heavy rain, but it was also extremely tenacious and unyielding.
Gordon felt as if a basin of ice water was poured over him from head to toe, and the blood in his body ran cold.
The forked end of the flag gleamed like a beacon pointing the way for sailors in a storm.
But they were two high heels inlaid with diamonds.
It wasn't a flag, it was a woman.
The originally bright and dazzling yellow cordon seemed a little dim in the terrible typhoon and was blown to the ground. However, no one had the time to pick them up because no one would stand outside the cordon in such weather, not even the jackal-like reporters.
The two policemen guarding the gate were wearing thick raincoats and holding umbrellas, huddled under the eaves. There was a trail of wet footprints at the door, as a large group of policemen had just rushed in.
Gordon rushed into the mansion without even taking off his raincoat. A group of people in formal wear were squatting in the corner, but Gordon didn't even look at them and hurried up the stairs.
Arriving at the top floor of the mansion, Gordon pushed open the door to the rooftop, but was instantly blinded by the rain blowing in.
He shielded his eyes with his hands, walked out with difficulty against the wind, and finally came to the bottom of the flagpole.
When he looked up, the woman floating on the flagpole was facing downwards, looking at him with her empty eyes.
Gordon's heart skipped a beat.
But then he quickly waved his hand to call his subordinates, who cut the flagpole with tools, dragged it back into the room, and untied the rope tied to the woman's hair.
The forensic doctors who had just arrived took off their raincoats and saw that the blood washed down by the rain had mixed with the mud under the officers' feet. The tile floor suddenly turned into a crater, with black and red lava pouring down with a rumbling sound.
The body was placed in the middle of the ground.
But there was no corpse. It was just a skin bag. The upper part of the skin on the head was removed, and the skin on other parts of the body was sutured. When it was hung on the flagpole, the wind blew in through the hole in the head and supported the limbs that had lost the support of bones, muscles and internal organs, making it look as if it were alive.
Forensic scientists found many sutures.
The suturing technique was not delicate, but it was very tight, ensuring that air could not pass through and the skin could be perfectly stretched.
Gordon got the victim's information, Gotham City Council member, Ivana Tarosta of the Urban Planning Administration, a 43-year-old female with a son and a daughter, whose husband died a few years ago.
The first time, this thought flashed through Gordon's mind instinctively. His intuition was not always accurate, but if there were no exceptions, there would probably be a second and third time.
Gordon got another call.
The same banner appeared atop Gotham Cathedral.
Hoxon Falonek, a member of the Gotham City Council and an economic and financial advisor to the city government, is a 49-year-old man with an only son. His ex-wife divorced him and moved to Europe.
When Gordon arrived, the body had already been put down. The only old priest, Daniel, had retired, and the new priest was terrified and kept hiding in the prayer room.
Without any useful information, he was on guard duty and thought it was a newly replaced flag when he entered the door, until blood flowed down the flagpole and dripped from the eaves, and red rain fell outside the window all night.
In towns hit by the typhoon, night falls earlier than ever before, with strong winds, heavy rain, and freezing cold.
Gordon stood in front of the church door and watched them carry the body into the car. Without the interference of irrelevant personnel, the work went on smoothly. There was no noise at all, only the whistling wind in his ears.
Back at the police station, Gordon did not take off his raincoat. He knew that the third piece of bad news would come soon, but he prayed silently in his heart that it was not a name he was familiar with.
Wayne Group raised its flag.
When Gordon arrived at the rooftop of Wayne Building, a man in a black raincoat was dragging a corpse towards the rooftop door.
In the heavy rain, the hood of the raincoat was taken off, and Gordon saw Tim's face, so he shouted in that direction.
"Is that you, Tim?!"
"If you're talking about the murderer, it wasn't me! I just didn't want his blood to be blown everywhere and no one to clean the roof for me!"
Gordon had no choice but to go over and help Tim drag the body into the room. They were covered in a mess, and the smell of rain and blood mixed together made it choking.
"Do you know what this is all about?" Gordon asked in his loud voice, as if he were still in the typhoon.
"I don't know!" Tim also answered: "No clue, it seems that we are just unlucky to become the place where a serial killer dumps bodies."
Gordon looked down at the body.
When he saw that face, he was stunned, then he quickly took out his phone and shouted at the other end.
"Send someone here immediately! The third victim was the fugitive Circe!"
In the dim light of the rooftop warehouse, the head that had been cut off in half had no air to support it, and the shriveled face stuck to the skin at the back of the head vaguely showed the beautiful face it had in life. It was evil and beautiful. It was the fugitive witch Circe who had previously caused headaches for the Gotham Police Department.
The holographic projection screen flickered with a cold light. Bruce turned his head and spoke to the others who were still concentrating on looking at the face of the corpse.
“We overlooked that a little bit.”
"Yes," Diana said, "not all tragedies happen on Mercury."
Everyone sighed helplessly.
Clark turned to look at Lilith beside him and said, "Is this the tragedy you predicted?"
"I'm not sure." Lilith shook her head and said, "But I really can't predict where the tragedy happened."
Oliver heaved a sigh of relief and said, "It would be best if nothing happened to the students, but the preparations we made can also be used to prevent future incidents, so it's not in vain."
"We are certainly not regretting this," Clark said. "The key point is that this does not mean that Mercury is safe. We cannot leave, otherwise it may be taken advantage of by others."
"If the one who died was really Circe, then who has been causing trouble on Mercury?" Diana frowned and said to herself, "Schiller and I both believe that the mastermind behind the series of events starting with the attack on Bonu is now in the Mercury base."
Then she took out the purple cube attached to Blue Beetle's body and said, "The power in this is almost identical to Circe's. Who else could it be but her?"
"There are two situations now." Bruce said: "The one who died was the real Circe, and the mastermind in the base was a fake. The one who died was a fake Circe, and her real body was hiding on the ship."
"It's getting more and more confusing." Diana sighed, holding her forehead.
Bruce shook his head and said, "There's nothing confusing."
"If it's the former, then Circe fell into the trap." Bruce sat down again, looking at the lifeless face on the holographic projection and said, "The mastermind planned a series of events in the base, which made us put all our energy into Mercury and have no time to take care of the earth. The mastermind can take this opportunity to get rid of Circe."
"Will we stop him on Earth?"
"No, but that would expose him. If we, Circe, and the mastermind all stay on Earth, and we keep an eye on Circe at the same time, he would want to kill Circe, which would definitely attract our attention."
Bruce then deduced, "And if it's the latter, Circe faked the news of her own death, then she probably wants us to return to Earth to confirm whether she is really dead. By then, there may be even greater chaos on Mercury."