Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 160 One is stupid, the other is unhappy
The Riddler in a green suit walked into the door. It was midnight, and the bright and clear moonlight shone through the window into the gorgeous and exquisite room, almost illuminating the place as bright as day.

The clown sat quietly behind a wooden desk. On the desk were a turned-off lamp, a blank photo frame, and an open book, making the desk look simple but not empty.

Opposite the desk is a comfortable chair.

The room was completely empty, with only one person, a table, and a chair, but it was spotless, and the table had been furnished. Even the seating was quite interesting, with a view of the clear moonlight and the incredibly bright bat lantern in the Gotham night sky in the distance.

There was no doubt that the Joker had a guest—a guest worthy of his careful preparation.

But not the Riddler.

But the Riddler didn't care. He looked around the room and then walked directly across from the desk.

"Knock—knock—knock."

"Open the door—who is it?"

"An answer."

The Riddler looked at the clown's droopy face. Even though he was sitting quietly on the stool and the wrinkles on his gorgeous dress had been smoothed out, the Riddler could still sense a sense of impolite disgust from these polite details.

But again, the Riddler doesn't care.

"Before I tell you the answer, do you want to know how I solved the puzzle you left?"

The Riddler ignored the Joker's answer and continued talking to himself.

"The riddle you left him, the pattern on the map, the nose on the clown's face, and—why is Six afraid of Seven?"

"Because seven (eight) and nine ate (ten), six was scared away and nine was eaten, so there were 78 left - but I saw more than just that, I saw through everything, and I know you can't laugh anymore."

At this, a smile appeared on the Riddler's face.

"It's in your pattern of action, in the way you raid Gotham: stand-up comedy spots, joke shops, comedy movies, talk shows, joke factories. In leading him to you, you're also seeking humor."

The clown still sat silently behind the table, his eyes squinting at the Riddler beside him, the corners of his mouth still turned down, and his expression still looked quite unhappy.

"And this is all because of him, isn't it? The jokes have to be unpredictable, that's what makes them funny. But now with him, everything is predictable. He always sees through the fog, he always beats you."

"You need to laugh, otherwise who are you? But you can't laugh as long as he's out there—unless you kill him, and you feel like you have to kill him."

The clown still didn't speak.

"What you don't know is that I feel the same way. All the riddles seem meaningless after he appears."

"I can solve everything except him. But if there's a puzzle I can't solve, I have to solve it. Otherwise, who am I?"

"I've seen your plan, so I'm no longer in prison. I have to come out and talk to you. As long as one of us succeeds, the other's wish will never be fulfilled. Therefore, we must first decide the winner between us. Either you kill me, or I kill you. Only the survivor will have the right to kill him. The worst thing is, in this three-way war, he will have the last laugh."

"But there is a way, my friend, a clear way."

When the Riddler said this, he clenched his fists and waved them vigorously, his tone filled with unusual excitement and conviction - or perhaps even bewitchment.

Then he covered his hands in pain.

Damn, it hurts. That bastard’s helmet is too hard.

With a distorted expression, he suppressed his cry of pain and continued speaking.

"You and me, jokes and riddles, we don't fight, we solve puzzles together and laugh together."

He lowered his head, looked into the Joker's eyes, and said word by word: "Together, let's kill Batman." Facing the smile on the Riddler's face and the eager light flashing in his eyes, the Joker finally said his first words.

"uh-huh."

Seeing the Joker's excitement, the Riddler added, "I can see through every move in any plot. That's what I'm good at—and this move is the only way out of our deadlock."

Hearing this, the Joker finally withdrew his gaze. He looked at the page in front of him and made up his mind: "Yes, you are right. The only way for me to laugh again is for you and I to join forces."

A satisfied smile appeared on the Riddler's face.

"Well, maybe this is also okay?"

As the Joker spoke, a revolver was pressed against Nygma's stomach, causing the expression on his face to quickly turn into shock and anger.

"Varied--"

bang!

The Riddler, who was shot, fell to the ground, covering his wound and wailing in pain.

"No, that doesn't work either. It's still not funny, huh."

The Joker made a sound of disappointment and exasperation, then stepped over the wailing Riddler and headed towards the interior of the building.

"Now, about you. Well, if he could come now, maybe he could survive? I don't know."

"Seventy-sixth floor, huh."

At the same time, Ma Zhaodi was climbing up the stairs, slightly out of breath.

"That stupid riddle man, damn it! All the elevators were pushed to the top floor. Waiting for them is not as fast as climbing the stairs—but climbing the stairs is so tiring."

He raised his hand to check the time on his phone. He had been climbing for a full three minutes and was finally about to reach the seventy-eighth floor. If it weren't for his physical enhancement, he would probably have collapsed from exhaustion on the tenth floor.

"Two floors left, almost there, almost there, huh."

Just a nap, I slept.

The pitch-black bat flew in the night sky of Gotham, feeling filled with regret.

I don’t know if it was to reward him for what he had done for Gotham City in the past year, but since the crime rate has been decreasing month by month, Gotham has also welcomed the sunshine that it has not seen for a long time. It was in the early morning of this day that he looked at the rising sun and decided to have a good sleep as a reward for himself.

Alfred had gone back to England temporarily, so he was the only one in the house, which made him feel a bit relaxed since his parents were away.

He conveniently turned off all his electronic devices and drifted off to an undisturbed sleep, something he hadn't done in the past year.

But it happened that what happened today made him extremely regretful.

The Riddler was kidnapped and the Joker attacked hundreds of comedians. He thought to himself, If I hadn't turned off my communication equipment, I would have woken up in time to prevent these crimes.

He saw Sheriff Gordon's bat light and wanted to fly to the roof of the Gotham Police Department, but at this moment, the sound of the police radio came into his ears again - this was also one of the alarms he had set.

"A red taxi in Burnley suddenly lost control, rushed onto the sidewalk, and crashed directly into the square fountain. The driver's condition is still unclear. Passersby reported that a passenger who seemed to be a clown left the car and walked into the building next to the accident scene."

The alarm made him change his mind immediately. He dived down and rushed into the Batmobile that had been following him on the road, and then drove towards the scene of the incident at full speed.

(End of this chapter)