With a bang, Thomas dropped the suitcase. He hurried over and yanked the door all the way open.
As Lex approached, he saw a beautiful young woman lying in a pool of blood, her chest pierced through. She had already stopped breathing.
She wore a cheerleading uniform, her face carefully made up. Scattered beside her was a handbag containing cosmetics of all kinds for touching up her makeup, all now soaked in blood.
Not far from the body, a bloodstained javelin lay discarded on the floor. Judging by the wound, it was likely the murder weapon.
"Call the police!" Lex took two steps back, his face somewhat pale. "How could someone have died here? And..."
Lex looked up and saw the room number: 404. In other words, it was the dorm room next to his. Someone had died here on his very first day, and Lex turned his head away with a look of disgust, as though he did not want to glance at the crime scene again.
Thomas mistook his expression for fear. He stood up, stepped back twice, and positioned himself in front of Lex. "You're not from around here, so you don't understand. Calling the police is useless here. The police can't handle anything."
"She should have been a cheerleader, right? Why did she die here? Isn't this the boys' dormitory?" Thomas muttered in confusion.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded from the stairwell. Thomas immediately spun around warily, and Lex also turned toward the sound.
The person who came upstairs was Bruce Wayne.
He narrowed his eyes and wore a stern expression. Before Thomas could speak, he said first, "Who is it? What's all the noise? What time is it? Are you people going to let anyone sleep or not?!"
He closed his eyes and sighed, looking as though