Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 155 There's something wrong with this riddle person

Ma Zhaodi turned around and went to the prison.

Seeing him leave, Sheriff Gordon picked up a whole cup of coffee on his desk and drank it in one gulp. He forced himself to stay awake and waved to the people in the police station.

"Everyone, get ready! The Joker's still going strong! He just attacked the Joke Shop and now he's at the Joke Factory—quick, quick, quick! Get your weapons and body armor ready! We're going to trap him inside the theater!"

In the afternoon of Gotham City, a warm sun was emitting golden light in the cloudless sky.

Police cars appeared on the road at high speed. In another minute or two, the police vehicles would reach their destination. What a joke factory.

"Hey, Kawei, how long has it been since you saw a sunny day in Gotham City?"

The policeman driving the car glanced at the sun through his sunglasses and asked casually.

"It's been a long time," a police officer replied. "But hasn't it been sunny for the past two months? I even miss the weather back then."

"Are you serious? Rain, snow, or a hot, overcast day? You miss that?"

"There are cold, cloudy days too—I mean, a few rainy days now and then is nice, too."

"Man, you're really weird."

squeak--

The wheels rubbed against the concrete road, leaving a short brake mark.

"We're here, we've cordoned off the building—what's going on inside? Can we see?"

"I can't see it, but it's said that the Joker has kidnapped another group of comedians and is probably planning to do the same thing as before."

"Okay, the car has been laid out according to the theater's architectural plan. Everyone, get ready. We need to sneak in and search for the clown and the hostages. Remember, move quietly and quickly."

"No problem, we're all set, Chief Gordon—we're all at your command."

Sheriff Gordon took the pipe out of his mouth, stared for a few seconds, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he gave the order.

"Now, start entering."

"go! go! go!"

The police officers, guns drawn, approached the building simultaneously in several teams.

But at the same time, at the rear of the police team, a revolver was aimed at the guard who was half-crouching behind the police car.

boom--!
The remote control was pressed, and a huge flame and sound waves erupted from the building. The airflow generated by the explosion blew down all the police officers who wanted to get close.

bang!

There was also a gunshot at the same time as the explosion.

As the last police officer, no one saw him being shot; the sound of the explosion was so loud that it drowned out the sound of the gunshot; he collapsed to the ground without being noticed by anyone.

"A man ran into a bullet, oops."

The purple gloves forcibly pulled the officer's mouth muscles upward, exposing his gums and teeth: "Isn't this funny?"

The blood flowed silently, and it was obvious that the police officer had no answer to this question.

The hand was still not satisfied and kept fiddling with the corners of his mouth, as if trying to make him smile, but it was still not satisfied and the sharp voice was filled with frustration.

"This should be funny—emm no, no no no."

It's certainly not funny, the clown thought to himself.

At this moment, a passerby happened to run to the corner of the street, perhaps a reporter or something, wanting to get first-hand information about the accident.

The clown thought it was okay to give it to her, so he raised his gun.

The screams rang out almost at the same time as the gunshots, but at this moment, a loud explosion was heard in the theater, covering up these two sounds again.

The Joker put the bomb remote control in his hand back into his pocket, but his face was still gloomy. He didn't seem happy that he had successfully fooled the police, nor did he see any pleasure in seeing the woman fall to the ground.

"A woman ran into a bullet. No, no, no, no."

It’s still not funny, the clown thought to himself, just like the jokes told by those comedians, they are all meaningless.

He put away his gun, completely ignored the police officers who were on high alert behind him, and walked away from the street in great displeasure.

He didn't care much about things that weren't funny, like the end of the comedian in the theater or the life and death of the two people in front of him.

Then again, if you were hit in the vitals by a large-caliber revolver, how could you possibly stay alive?

At this time, Ma Zhaodi had already arrived at the prison and put on his clothes.

At this moment, he was talking to a veteran police officer, who could help him understand the Riddler of this world. As far as it seemed, the Riddlers of the two worlds were probably equally smart and had equally long criminal records, but there was one thing that was slightly different.

"The Riddler? In Gotham Police Department jail? For a year?"

Ma Zhaodi was stunned and asked, "Just here? One year? Barron, are you sure?"

Lonnie Barron took a deep drag on the cigarette Ma Zhaodi offered him, then replied, "Of course. Isn't this kind of thing common knowledge? Ever since some bat freak suddenly appeared and took him to jail almost a year ago, this guy has been staying here honestly."

"He never tried to escape from prison?"

"Just kidding, Pony." Lonnie laughed, "He's just a smart criminal. Once his handcuffs are put on, he can't do anything. Compared to committing crimes, he's good at solving cases and betting on football."

Ma Zhaodi opened his mouth. He never dreamed that there would be a version of the Riddler who stayed in prison honestly, worked as a detective consultant for the police, and even liked to gamble on football.

"What does he need the money for?"

"He has no use for money, so all the money belongs to me." Lonnie boasted proudly: "I just need to take a little from it and buy him some wine or cigarettes - the guy is very good at doing things."

After he finished showing off, he saw Ma Zhaodi's surprised expression and realized that he seemed to have gotten a little carried away. So he coughed twice and said, "Ahem, don't tell anyone about this. In principle, we definitely don't allow this. Do you understand?"

At this moment, Ma Zhaodi's face immediately showed a knowing expression: "Of course, Loni, you didn't say anything just now."

"now it's right."

At this moment, a bald black detective suddenly walked in from outside the door. It can be seen that he seemed to be in a hurry and had just rushed over from the police station.

"Lonnie, I want to meet the Riddler."

"No problem, old rules, half an hour."

Seeing the inspector walk into the interrogation room, Ma Zhaodi was a little confused. He asked Loni, "Does anyone often come to him like this?"

"Of course, didn't I tell you that he's an expert at solving cases?"

"So, every time there's a difficult case, someone will come to him?"

"Hmm---Anyway, this guy is just sick. He loves solving puzzles. No puzzle can stump him."

When Ma Zhaodi heard this, the sense of disobedience in his heart became stronger.

In his own Gotham City, the Riddler was powerless, yet he was still able to rely on his own brain to find a way out between Falcone and the Festival Killer. But in this Gotham City where Batman has only been on the scene for a year, he can't even leave an ordinary prison? This isn't even Arkham.

There is something wrong with this riddle man, something very wrong.

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(End of this chapter)