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Chapter 156 The Unlucky Inspector

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Behind the iron door of the interrogation room, the man's laughter echoed in this narrow space.

Ma Zhaodi was not outside the door, but he was outside the interrogation room at this time. He could hear the two people talking through the wall and could feel that at this moment, the Riddler seemed to be really happy.

"Dozens of people have already been admitted to the hospital in Gotham, Edward Nygma!"

Through the small window in the door, Ma Zhaodi could see the police officer and the thief inside. Under the dim light, the black inspector's face was covered with shadows, appearing extremely gloomy. He clenched one hand into a fist, pounded it hard on the table in front of him, and said, "So I'm sorry, I don't see the funny point in this."

Opposite him sat the Riddler, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and long pants. He was almost completely different from the Riddler in Ma Zhaodi's universe.

He was no longer wearing the green costume that Ma Zhaodi remembered, revealing his sturdy and powerful forearms. The muscles on his back also made his shirt bulge slightly. It was obvious that he had definitely not neglected exercise during his days in prison, and perhaps he even had considerable close combat ability.

Ma Zhaodi thought about it briefly. On April Fool's Day, the Riddler was completely huddled up in a ball. Compared with the tall and strong Sophia, his impression of him was only "cowardly" and "weak", and at most a deeply hidden "clever and self-centered". Apart from that, he had no other impression.

Is this the effect the Riddler wants? Ma Zhaodi is not sure, but he thinks it is very likely.

The Riddler raised his head, his angular face revealed under the light. Unlike the Joker's thin and sharp features, his square face and blond hair made him look masculine and strong. This was somewhat different from the general impression of a conspirator. Instead, he looked more like an ordinary strong man who was relatively smart.

He heard the inspector say, "I'm sorry, I don't see the funny part." He finally stopped laughing and replied, "No, I should be sorry. I know you don't see the funny part, Detective."

He deliberately used the word "detective" with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "But at least you should be able to see that - this is where my joke is."

As he said this, he casually pointed at the map of Gotham unfolded on the table, but the black bald inspector didn't want to waste time with him at this moment. In addition, he was ridiculed by the other party for being a detective but being fooled by the criminal, so his face suddenly darkened. He decided to take advantage of the other party - when cooperating with other criminals, such a strategy always works.

"Our deal is, I'll help you if you help me—and since you can't help me, I'm done with you. Goodbye, Nygma."

Before leaving, he turned back and curled his lips in disdain: "I guess Gordon is right. Only that bat can find out where the Joker is hiding."

At this time, the Riddler really responded.

"Wait, please, I can do this—I want to help, I want to help!"

"Oh?"

The detective pretended to leave, with his back to the Riddler, a triumphant smile on his face. He used threats, inducements and provocations, which were almost always effective against criminals.

"I can handle this better. At any rate, if you can explain one thing, it will be easily solved, Inspector."

"Oh, no problem, Nygma." The inspector immediately showed a gentle attitude. He pulled out the chair opposite and sat on it. "What do you want to know?"

He had been standing since the beginning, and only after the Riddler was captured did he want to sit down and have a good talk with him - this was his consistent idea, that a prisoner who was not captured would not be honest.

Ma Zhaodi did not think that the Riddler was in control. Rather than saying that he was seen through by the inspector, it was the words "a mystery that only Batman can solve" that made the Riddler feel offended.

The provocation worked, he thought, but a little too much. Insulting the Riddler's ability to solve puzzles was like insulting a musician and calling their playing crap, or insulting a basketball player and calling their skills shit—it was insulting the very thing they were most proud of. Regardless of whether it was true or not, anyone with even a little pride in their skills would be offended, and the Riddler wasn't just "a little" proud of his puzzle-solving abilities—he was also a psychopath.

He looked up at the surveillance camera in the corner of the interrogation room. The slightly flashing red light indicated that it was being activated. A police officer was monitoring the entire conversation through the surveillance. It seemed that this conversation seemed to have a certain degree of security.

The conversation in the interrogation room continued. The inspector sat across from the Riddler and asked, "What do you need to know?"

"Oh, if you could, I mean, just tell me why the end of the world never comes? Okay?"

Hearing the Riddler ask such a strange and nonsensical question, the inspector's face showed a puzzled expression: "Can you say it again?"

He didn't get an answer, but Ma Zhaodi saw the Riddler's right hand reaching towards his waist, and alarm bells went off in his heart.

not good!

In the eyes of the inspector, Nygma flew up without warning, crossed the table, and brandished a sharp white dagger in his hand.

"I fucking knew it!"

Ma Zhaodi, who was nervous, immediately used the "I didn't kill anyone" skill on the Riddler.

The gleaming dagger easily slit the inspector's neck, sending blood spurting from the aorta. The blade had lodged itself in his jawbone. Amid the inspector's wailing, Ma Zhaodi could hear the Riddler let out an unpleasant "tsk!"

The dagger was swung again, from the abdomen to the chest, then to the neck again, and finally to the face, one knife after another, without hesitation and without mercy.

Ma Zhaodi looked at the iron gate in front of him and was about to fly and knock it open, but was suddenly pulled away by Lonnie Barron who rushed over from the monitoring room.

"What are you still doing? The Riddler's gone crazy! Come with me and grab your helmet and weapons!"

【Ding】

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【The diligent watchman

Mission introduction: The Riddler has been working honestly in the Gotham Police Department for a year, but suddenly he kills the inspector. Everyone can guess what his next move will be, but not everyone can prevent it - after all, smart people must have made preparations before actually taking action.

Note: As an unexpected guard, you will of course do your best to prevent the Riddler's escape. Interestingly, scheming people often fall into accidents.

Status: To be completed

Reward: Intermediate Combat Mastery, $50,000 in Asset Points]

It was a simple reward, but Ma Zhaodi liked it very much.

(End of this chapter)