Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 159: Nygma's surprise attack on the prison, the evil star captures the mystery for the second time

Ma Zhaodi called up the system record board, spent one dollar of asset points, and retrieved the location just pointed out by the Riddler, as well as the map of Gotham City.

"Stand-up comedy venue? This is where the clown attacked me in the early morning, and I was there at the time."

[Ding—The system has launched a new product "ds intelligent analysis", would you like to try it?]

"Ha, the system is getting better, and it can even take advantage of the popularity of DS."

[Analysis completed. Attack locations: "Stand-up comedy venues, joke shops, comedy movies, talk shows, joke factories." Analysis completed.]

[Analysis result: Hidden composition - clown without a nose]

Ma Zhaodi watched as the system connected the locations on the Gotham map that had been attacked by the Joker, and eventually constructed a simple Joker pattern - but without the red nose.

"Okay, that's clownish."

Why can't the Gotham Police Department see this pattern? The reason is of course very simple, just like the question raised by the Riddler - why does the end of the world never come?

"Because the world is round," Ma Zhaodi quipped. "Who would use brain teasers to solve a case like this?"

But the Joker would use brain-twisting ideas to commit these crimes.

Although the police radio no longer had any news of the Joker's continued attacks, Ma Zhaodi was certain that the Joker wasn't done yet. He looked at the part of the map where the nose should have been. There seemed to be a high-rise building with hundreds of floors.

"Which floor should I go to find this?"

At this moment, a news item was played again on the big screen.

"A news interruption. Ten minutes ago, a group of gangsters used explosives to blow up the Gotham Police Department's holding cells. Police killed three of them, but the rest escaped. The Riddler is missing. Citizens, please pay attention to your safety."

Ma Zhaodi: “.”

It's incredible, he thought, the code given by the Riddler was definitely not a termination code, but a code to execute Plan B - that is, to execute the prison break plan.

The Gotham Police Department is also in a miserable situation. Ma Zhaodi can almost imagine the public pressure they will face. When the citizens of Gotham learn that the Riddler has escaped from prison twice in one day and actually ran away, they will probably flood the police station with spit.

【Ding】

[You have a new part-time job available, please check it out]

[Nigma's surprise troops robbed the prison, and the evil star captured the puzzle for the second time
Mission Description: A sage once said, "While your parents are still alive, don't travel far, and if you do, you must have a plan." This means that when your parents are around, don't stray too far, because if you do, there's always a way to bring you back. And for the calculating Riddler, this second encounter with the unlucky star, which always appears out of his plan, is enough to make him instinctively curse, "Fuck you!"

Note: As a police officer on temporary leave, you will still do your best to catch the Riddler who just escaped from prison.

Interestingly, sooner or later, scheming people will have to learn the second lesson: accidents, like tomorrow, cannot be avoided.

Status: To be completed

Reward: Special skill "Fake Death"

"Oh my, that's a rare find."

Ma Zhaodi looked at the odd job reward and couldn't help but hum.

The night in Gotham is colorful. On a busy street in Burnley, a red taxi is driving towards the skyscrapers.

"A man went to a toy store and said he wanted to buy a new boomerang. Then he asked the clerk, 'How do I get rid of my old boomerang?'"

The taxi driver didn't react at first. He was stunned for two seconds before he realized that the person in the back seat suddenly told a joke.

So in order to liven up the atmosphere, he immediately burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha—" He laughed and turned back to echo: "Man, that's a really funny joke!"

However, the passengers in the back seat did not seem to agree with his point of view.

The car was driving on the street, and there was a street lamp on the opposite side of the road. The white light shone into the car through the window, and also illuminated the pale figure with a pout in the back seat.

It also illuminated the gleaming muzzle of the revolver in his hand. "No, that's not funny."

bang!

As gunshots rang out, the front windshield of the red taxi shattered into pieces, a trace of blood spurted out from the broken holes, and spider-web-like fine cracks spread all over the car, obscuring the specific situation inside the car.

squeak--

The driverless taxi suddenly lost control, its tires making a screeching sound as it rushed onto the sidewalk.

"what--!"

"Get out of the way!"

Screams and warning shouts rang out together, and panicked pedestrians turned and ran to avoid being hit by the out-of-control car.

Boom—bang!

A car coming from another intersection was caught in the crossfire and was hit by the taxi, forcing it to stop in place. The taxi itself was even more horrible. It was hit on the side while driving at high speed, causing the car body to become completely unbalanced, and it even spun and flew up, eventually crashing into the fountain in the square.

Passersby screamed in panic and fled in all directions from the square. A few unlucky people were knocked down by the body of the taxi and fell to the ground with their heads bleeding.

The crowd gathered at the far end of the wild taxi, wondering what had happened, and a moment later, a green-haired man in a black suit climbed out of the twisted car and the scattered wreckage of the fountain.

"Ugh" He covered his left cheek, feeling a burning pain between his eyebrows. He raised his hand and saw that his purple gloves had been stained dark red with blood.

I thought this would be funny, he thought—all this time, all these murders, all these people wanting him dead. And then, on a beautiful night, for no reason at all, breaking his own neck in the back of a car.

This should be hilarious, something that would make him smile in his grave.

But at this moment, the clown walked out of the fountain, looking depressed.

No, still not funny.

He turned his head and stumbled into the building.

Just after he entered the building, a figure in a dark green suit came downstairs and walked into the building.

He was whistling, looking extremely relaxed, and muttering to himself.

"Someone wanted to enter a store, but the guard wouldn't let him in. So he eavesdropped on the conversation between others and the guard, hoping to learn the secret code."

"The doorman said 'twelve' and the guest said 'six'."

"The doorman said 'six' and the guest said 'three'."

"He was confident he understood and was about to go in. The guard said 'ten' and he replied 'five'."

'He was driven away'

Ding--

The building's elevator sounded, indicating we had arrived at the 78th floor.

"He thought it was a math problem, but it was a brain teaser—it was about the number of letters in a number—and fools are like that, thinking they can tell the whole story from a single leaf."

After the joke was told, the Riddler came to the front door of the tall building. He gently reached out and pushed the door open: "Knock - Dong Dong."

And a figure was waiting there: "Open the door—who is it?"

At this time, downstairs in the building, a figure in a suit and jeans also walked into the elevator.

"Come in—haha, the Riddler's elevator is on the seventy-eighth floor! I don't need to solve the puzzle!"

(End of this chapter)