Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 161 I said being caught is a foregone conclusion, are you Erduolong or Yanjin Shrimp?
In front of the huge glass curtain wall, you can see the bright and colorful city lights dotted like stars.

Gotham City rarely sees such a clear and sunny night sky. The starlight and moonlight in the sky complement each other with the city. The white light shines into the building through the glass exterior wall, illuminating the desk and the reception chair.

There was also the Riddler lying on the ground, and the blood reflecting a dark red light in the moonlight, flowing more and faster.

"Ugh." He pressed his wound tightly, his eyes fixed on the night sky outside the glass curtain wall.

Sure enough, after a moment, a dark shadow of a bat passed through the outline of the moon.

He silently spread his wings, and a huge shadow blocked out the moonlight, shrouding the Riddler beside the glass curtain wall.

Snap——

The crisp sound of glass breaking was heard, and tiny fragments splashed in the moonlight, flashing a strange luster.

He squatted beside the Riddler, looked down at his hands covering his stomach, and instantly determined the severity of his injuries.

"The Joker's usual revolver is a .45 caliber. There seems to be soot and gunpowder particles mixed in with the blood, but not on the clothes, indicating contact fire (firing with the muzzle close to the body). The rate of bleeding indicates a large wound, and even emergency hemostasis won't save him. He won't survive."

Batman made a quick judgment in his mind and soon thought of the second question - where did the person who shot him run to?

"He has. He took my bomb."

The Riddler curled up in agony, his eyes wide and his voice weak and halting, gasping for air from time to time: "The clown's gone. He's gone with the bomb."

Should we chase the clown now?
Batman immediately made a judgment in his mind that this was an extremely rational choice. The Riddler was beyond help, but perhaps he could still stop the Joker with the bomb, which could save more people.

The Riddler clutched his wound. He saw Batman stand up, his eyes lowered to hide his smile, and at the same time pressed harder on his wound, causing blood to flow out.

Intelligent people often see far into the future, but they often fail to see the tip of their own noses. Batman, with his vast experience, could easily judge the severity of his injuries by the rate of bleeding. However, he didn't have much time to think, nor did he consider that someone wounded by a large-caliber revolver at close range would actively bleed themselves.

So he misjudged the Riddler's injuries and the state of his wounds, so he decided to go straight after the Joker.

Looking at Batman who was about to leave, the Riddler began to cover his wound with real force to stop the bleeding. After Batman left, he could get up and escape directly in the opposite direction.

However, at this moment, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded in the dark space.

"Ha, ha, Gotham Police Department, everyone freeze!"

duang!

The door was flung open, and a sweaty guy rushed in with a fake gun in his hand.

The Riddler froze when he saw the familiar face.

Batman looked at the guy who suddenly broke into the room, taking in his clothes, his walking posture, and the calluses on his hands. The other person did seem to have some of the temperament of a police officer, but it seemed that he was deliberately imitating it - but this was not surprising, because all novice police officers who started out as amateurs would do this.

At this time, he also found the information of the police officers in the Gotham Police Department through facial comparison - as expected, this is a newcomer who has only been in Gotham for two days. Otherwise, Batman would not be able to recognize him because he has memorized every police officer in the Gotham Police Department.

At this time, Ma Zhaodi looked at the Riddler on the ground, then looked at Batman standing beside him, then he breathed a sigh of relief and put away the gun in his hand.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't recognize you just now. Sheriff Gordon told me that you are an ally." "Call an ambulance." After confirming Ma Zhaodi's friendly identity, Batman immediately ran into the darkness: "Then tell Sheriff Gordon that the Joker is nearby."

Ma Zhaodi nodded.

At this moment, the Riddler lying on the ground had bloodshot eyes. He never dreamed that he had clearly found a way out of the desperate situation with his genius wit, and was about to gain freedom, but such a thing suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.

No, how the hell did you even get this far? Do you even have the brains to figure it out? Even your gun is fake!
No, it's impossible. How could an idiot disrupt my plan twice? No, this guy must be very smart. He must have seen through my escape plan and the answer to the Joker's riddle, or he must have an expert guiding him!

After figuring this out, the Riddler finally felt relieved, or rather, he simply could not accept the fact that his genius plan was ruined twice by an ordinary person.

But people cannot deceive themselves forever. He himself knew that the hypothesis he put forward was full of loopholes. If his plan had been discovered in advance, the prison guards would have been replaced long ago.

"Wow, you lost so much blood?"

Ma Zhaodi's words interrupted his thoughts. He squatted beside the Riddler and said, "Are you pretending? Are you still able to move? I suggest you cover your wound carefully, otherwise you will die before the ambulance arrives."

"By the way, who shot you? The Joker? Why did he hit you?"

"Will you just shut up?" The Riddler gritted his teeth and answered with difficulty, coughing up blood from time to time. "I'm dying, and you're still, ahem—acting with me? Can't you see how much I'm bleeding?"

"What's this acting?" Ma Zhaodi looked at the blood on the ground. "Oh, you bleed a lot, but you can still talk, right? That means it's nothing serious."

"You—cough, cough cough."

The Riddler opened his mouth to curse, but the slightest movement of his lungs caused a sharp pain that prevented him from uttering the curse.

"I told you to cover your wound properly. Why are you still thinking about cursing? Look, it's bleeding."

Ma Zhaodi pointed the fake gun at the Riddler on the ground and said, "Don't move! I still have a gun. Don't even think about a sneak attack."

"Downstairs. In the model shop, ahem, mass-produced stuff—did you buy this gun for, ahem, a hundred dollars?"

"Is this gun so fake? Ahem."

Ma Zhaodi wore an awkward yet polite smile. He put the fake gun back on his waist, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Ah, ever since you were in prison, I've noticed you're smart. You see, my judgment is spot on."

The Riddler's eyes were full of murderous intent. He emphasized to himself again and again in his mind that the guy in front of him was definitely a very smart person, but every word Ma Zhaodi said could shatter his fantasy, and every action he took was like that of an ordinary idiot.

"Let's make a fair deal." He took a deep breath and said to Ma Zhaodi, "You answer my questions, and I'll answer yours—I'll ask first."

Ma Zhaodi blinked and said, "Step forward."

The Riddler took a deep breath and finally asked the question that had always puzzled him.

"How did you get here?"

(End of this chapter)