Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 162: Fainted by the Dog Disaster Star
“Oh, you want to know this question.”

Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "After you ran away, Sheriff Gordon asked me to go home and take paid leave. But as you know, I'm new in Gotham and don't have anywhere else to go for the time being, so I wandered around the city. It wasn't just to look for an apartment—I mainly wanted to see if the Joker would return to the crime scene."

"But that guy was too cunning. I couldn't catch him, and I had no clue what was going on. Finally, when the news reported that he was missing, it was already very late."

"Then I remembered you pointed at the map in the interrogation room. Well, smart people always make the right choices, so I took a taxi there. Halfway there, I heard a loud noise, like a car accident."

Ma Zhaodi did not lie. Except for the fact that the existence of the system had to be covered up by a lie, the rest was all the truth. It was indeed because of the Joker's car accident that he was able to lock on the Riddler's location in the first place.

But these words were too insulting to the Riddler on the ground. Hearing this, he even closed his eyes in despair.

It's like this again, it's like this again - why did that madman Joker have to deliberately make himself flip over, when this idiot in front of him should have gone straight to the stand-up comedy stage!

He clenched his teeth tightly, he was really fed up with the frustration of the day. Every time it was an accident, every time it was just a sudden inspiration of a fool.

If the clown had arrived at his destination normally, if he hadn't pointed to the stand-up comedy venue on the map, if the idiot hadn't been on leave today because of prison, if he had a place to go back to...
"Then I followed you over to take a look, and um, I saw you walking into the building, so I followed you."

"But you shouldn't know about floor grass!"

The Riddler turned his face away in pain. He suddenly understood why the other party was able to solve the riddle about the floors - he cracked an egg and saw the floors his elevator was running on!
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" He closed his eyes in despair, because he thought of something deeper - he thought about why this guy came at the right time.

Damn it, he pressed all the elevator buttons himself, so no one could use it for a short period of time, so this guy went up by stairs - at least the first half of the way up by stairs.

If this guy had arrived earlier, the Joker could have gotten rid of him together; if he had arrived later, he could have escaped immediately after Batman left - and the timing of his arrival was just right, after Batman arrived and was about to leave but had not left yet. At this time, he had lost too much blood and had no ability to resist. Even if Batman left, he could not deal with Ma Zhaodi with his bare hands.

And all of this was caused by the Riddler's own plan.

In Nygma's past life, there has never been such a desperate moment as this one. For the first time in his life, he deeply experienced what "malice from fate" meant.

"Damn madman, damn idiot!" He cursed everything that happened today in his heart: the prison guard who left his keys outside the door; the moody clown who caused a car accident like a lunatic and then suddenly shot himself; and the idiot in front of him who was new to the police station and dared to follow him with a fake gun.

The stupidity of ordinary people was already disgusting enough to make Nygma feel disgusted, and the fact that ordinary people caused his plan to fail because of their stupidity simply made him want to commit suicide immediately. The Riddler, who claimed to be a wise man, had never been humiliated like this in his life.

Why? My plan clearly has a high margin of error, but why do these mediocre people always mess up at the most crucial moment? Don't they know the consequences of making mistakes?

At this moment, an ambulance siren sounded on the street.

"Oh, the ambulance is here. Now it's my turn to ask you a question." Ma Zhaodi rubbed his hands expectantly. "I was just about to ask, what's wrong with your hand? Why does it look like a chicken claw?"

When the Riddler heard this question, his eyes went dark and he fainted.

Ma Zhaodi was just about to walk to the window to look at the night view of Gotham, but he suddenly listened carefully. With his hearing, he could hear the sound of light and crisp footsteps coming from the floor above.

That's the Joker, he thought. Bats is a master of stealth, his footsteps are almost silent. And after the gunshot, there will be no one else in the building now.

Ma Zhaodi looked at the system panel again. The skill "I didn't kill anyone" now has two places. The cooling time of each place was originally twelve hours, but it was reduced to six hours after the upgrade. At this time, the CD of both places has been completed.

"Let me buff you first." [Reminder: The skill's range is limited to ten meters around you. Do you want to use it now?]

"Use once."

On the other side, the Joker, who was sneaking around in the building, was unaware of anything and was still concentrating on playing hide-and-seek with Batman.

When the Riddler was taken to the hospital, the doctor said he still had vital signs and could perhaps be saved - Ma Zhaodi didn't care much about this. If the Riddler was really dead, it wouldn't be his fault.

But just in case, he used the "I didn't kill anyone" skill on the Riddler again, then followed the police team back to the Gotham Police Department, gave his statement, and finally found a hotel.

As for where his money comes from.
In the hospital, police officers were checking the Riddler's belongings.

"Strange, why is there no money in this guy's wallet?"

"Is this important? That dog-swatter just killed a police inspector this morning. Let alone the fact that he had his money stolen by a thief, even if he was directly robbed by a robber, I still think he deserved it."

"That's true."

The Riddler had a lot of money on him. Ma Zhaodi roughly estimated that the money he had was enough for him to stay in a hotel for a week. In order to prevent the banknotes of the two universes from being different, he also bought a few gold bars on the other side. However, he didn't have time to sell them today, so he borrowed the money from Nygma temporarily and would return it to him next time.

Of course, there must be cheaper places to rent in the East District, but it is too late today and no one can be Ma Zhaodi's introducer, so he can only go to the East District to look for a house for rent tomorrow.

The next day, morning in Gotham City.

Ma Zhaodi stood on the side of the road on Modov Street, waved, stopped a yellow taxi, and got into the back seat.

"Hello, I want to go to East Gotham."

"Hahaha, what a coincidence, haha, the last guest went to the northeast area of Gotham, hehe, you guys are very close, hahahaha——"

"Hmm." Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "Although it's a nice day today, I rarely see people smiling so happily. Is there something happy?"

"Haha, hahaha, what did you say?"

Ma Zhaodi's expression suddenly changed because the driver couldn't stop laughing.

"Hahaha, haha, hehe, hahahahahahaha."

The laughter sounded quite familiar. It was more like Ma Zhaodi had seen two people laughing like that before.

One is a clown, and the second
It was Solomon Grundy who was poisoned by laughing gas.

(End of this chapter)