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Chapter 101 Carmine Falcone?
"No, no." Ma Zhaodi shook his head again. "Richard's resignation wasn't necessarily caused by Maroni. Besides, Alberto had nothing to do with the Roman family business. Killing him would only make the Godfather's revenge more frenzied. Finally, in the last two festivals, the number of Maroni family members who died was more than ten times greater than the total number of the Falcone family before. How could a self-torture tactic actually weaken oneself and strengthen the enemy? Maroni is a gangster boss, not a foolish lunatic."

[Task Status: In Progress (2/3)]

The Riddler's relay follows:

"Question: Why did the killer shoot Alberto Falcone?"

“Answer: Because he can.”

Hearing these two self-questions and answers that could be described as the classic thinking of a perverted murderer, the figure sitting next to the Riddler suddenly leaned forward and clenched his fists. Then, when he tried to stand up, he was stopped by a burly shadow.

The Riddler turned around after hearing the sound and saw Falcone sitting in the shadows with veins bulging on his forehead. The three claw marks on his face looked even more hideous because of his anger, and the mountain-like figure behind him was about to pierce the Riddler with his cold gaze.

An awkward and nervous smile suddenly appeared on the Riddler's face. "I, uh... I just wanted to say that Alberto is not involved in the family business."

"The question then becomes, could all of this killing be motivated by personal vendettas?"

Ma Zhaodi scratched his head. "A revenge killing for Alberto? This person must have a deep hatred for the Falcone family and the Maroni family, and he must have the heart to kill Alberto, who is not involved in the underworld."

"Carla Vitti, Mr. Falcone's sister."

"Her son, Johnny Vitti, was supposed to testify against Mr. Falcone to the jury—it was no secret how the Romans wanted to try to get someone to stab his nephew in the ribs."

"Will Kara Vitti do the unthinkable? Will this mother kill her own son just to hide her identity? Now, her crimes are masked by rage, and she can attack anyone she wants because no one will doubt her anymore."

"She was there during the New Year's Eve incident. How could anyone get close to Alberto without alerting him?"

"In that sense, it's more like a son for a son."

"After a while, she ran back to the scene and covered her tracks."

Ma Zhaodi stared at the screen, holding her popcorn, and thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Killing her own son and then taking revenge on Falcone? That logic is too abstract—unless her son was murdered by someone hired by Falcone."

"It makes sense." Ma Zhaodi nodded. "If it was Falcone who hired someone to kill his nephew, and Carla Vitti avenged his son, then the logic is perfect—but it still doesn't explain the Irish gang's death, nor why the Festival Killer later turned on Maroni. After completing her revenge on her son's murderer, there was no need for Carla to help Falcone eliminate his opponent."

"Besides, would the Godfather really do this? When Johnny was about to confess in court, he didn't resort to such extreme measures. Instead, he killed Johnny after he turned to him? This doesn't seem like the Godfather's character."

"Most importantly, he's an old-fashioned guy—an old-fashioned guy wouldn't be able to come up with such a novel, such a perverted killing method. Shooting someone in the head and then leaving is the cautious style of the old-school gangster."

[Task Status: In Progress (3/3)]

[Reward: Advanced Acting Mastery]

There were two crisp beeps, and the April Fool's Day odd job reward arrived, but the system screen did not go black immediately.

Ma Zhaodi grabbed a handful of popcorn, confused, and continued to curl up on the sofa watching the screen.

"If I may interrupt for a moment, Master."

The old man holding the teacup suddenly spoke up: "In all your reasoning, there is one person who has been completely overlooked."

Bat's voice was steady: "Julian Day."

"But according to the records of Arkham Asylum—though they may have been tampered with, I believe that Calendar Man is still in their custody." "That's not the person I was referring to."

At this time, Batman seemed to realize something and turned his head, but did not say anything.

"I just wanted to point out that in one's pursuit of justice—I've met some people as rational as you."

The corners of Ma Zhaodi's mouth twitched.

".and will do the most unexpected things."

Batman was silent for a moment before answering Alfred's question.

"Captain Gordon told me he was also late getting home on New Year's Eve."

"He met me outside Wayne Manor on Valentine's Day, late in the evening, and the news of the attack on Maroni's arrived after they had reunited."

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"What are you going to do now, Master?"

"Pray I'm wrong, and pray my monitoring has the desired effect, Harvey Dent."

"It shouldn't be Harvey," Ma Zhaodi scratched his head. "I've done so much, and the Holiday Killer didn't continue to commit crimes on Christmas Day. This shows that we have played a role to some extent."

"The only strange thing is why the Festival Killer continued his killing spree afterwards?"

No one responded, the system's odd job had ended, and Ma Zhaodi couldn't even tell from the panel whether his idea was right or wrong.

"Mr. Nygma, people tell me there's no riddle in the world you can't solve." The Godfather's expression was cold. "And now, you're just laying out one 'guess' after another, piling them on top of each other. But you haven't been able to find a more certain guess among them."

"Uh"

The Riddler, sweating profusely, looked terrified. He felt a large hand take off the green hat from his head, and then two large hands pressed on his temples.

"If your life depended on it—and it did."

As the Godfather spoke, the pair of iron hands began to exert force, and the Riddler felt a sharp pain in his head. His skull and facial features were squeezed by a terrifying force, like plasticine that was about to be rolled into a ball; blood gradually flowed from his mouth and nose.

The Godfather continued to speak slowly: "Tell me - who is the festival killer?"

"Uh"

Cold sweat and blood almost covered the riddler's face. At this moment, he truly felt the fear of death. If he did not give a satisfactory answer, he might not have another chance to solve the riddle in the future.

Then he trembled and said a name.

"Carmine Falcone?"

(End of this chapter)