"And Rodriguez... Schiller Rodriguez!"
"A damned murderer, a psychopath!"
"You damned agent! Haven't you been looking for the killer from back then? I can tell you, the killer was Rodriguez! He killed two people! He even dismembered one of them! I saw it with my own eyes!!!"
When Lionel spoke Rodriguez's name, all kinds of negative emotions poured through his clenched teeth like a flood.
It was the first time Benjamin had felt that human emotions could truly become tangible blades, leaving one with a prickling sensation down one's back.
If hatred could truly take physical form, Lionel might possess the sharpest weapon in the world. But unfortunately, such a thing was impossible.
So he could only clench his fists fiercely in the reception room and stamp his feet, venting all kinds of negative emotions toward Schiller at Benjamin as a victim.
When Benjamin heard Lionel say that "Schiller had killed at least two people," his brow furrowed deeply.
Outside the window, the snow began falling harder and harder. Through the swirling flakes, warm points of light appeared once more. The Mayor's Mansion, existing in another time yet the same place, emerged amid the blizzard as time traveled back two years.
This time, the brilliant lights had dimmed. The bloodstains in the living room had not yet been cleaned away. The Vice Speaker's body lay in a corner on one side of the hall, covered with a white sheet. Every door in the Mayor's Mansion was tightly shut, and everyone had turned off their lights and hidden in their bedrooms, too afraid to make a sound.
Because just moments ago, two more murders had occurred. Even the police could no longer maintain order. Everyone could only hurriedly hide in their small rooms like mice chased by a cat, hoping to