When Schiller and Gordon entered the room, the theater boss was still struggling. He stared at the expressionless Bruce in disbelief and said, "Mr. Wayne, you must have misunderstood something. Let me go!"
Bruce released his arm and stood up. At that instant, the theater boss turned and tried to run.
Schiller raised his umbrella. A special device at its tip emitted a faint blue glow. With a sharp whoosh, an icicle struck the theater boss, freezing him into an ice sculpture.
This was Schiller's first time using the freeze gun Peter had installed on his umbrella. It seemed fairly effective. Though the theater boss could no longer move, his voice could still be heard from within the ice sculpture.
Bruce walked over and picked up the longsword. It was wrapped in a costume, and the bloodstains on the blade had been wiped away. But perhaps because he had been in too much of a hurry, there were still obvious traces of blood where the hilt connected to the blade.
At this point, the theater boss could no longer deny it. After all, in any country's laws, the murder weapon was among the most important pieces of physical evidence. Three witnesses had seen it in his hands, one of them Bruce Wayne. No matter what, there was no way he could escape conviction.
"Tell us, Mr. Andover. Why exactly did you kill Miss Vicki, and how did you do it?" Schiller tapped the ice with the tip of his umbrella.
The theater boss gritted his teeth and said, "It was all that bitch's fault!! That damn whore! Not only was she leaving herself, she wanted to take Alex with her! She was bewitched, chasing some movie dream! Damn movie dream!!"
"I know she found herself some rich guy. That rich