Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 165 Bloody Question Mark
By the time Ma Zhaodi came out of the hospital, it was already noon.

"The weather is nice today." Ma Zhaodi looked up at the cloudless sky, a scene he had never seen in Gotham on the other side.

He took out a business card and used the sunlight to see the name and phone number on it. This was given to him by a comedian who was less seriously injured and had recovered while he was in the ward. After he knew that Ma Zhaodi had not yet decided on a place to live in Gotham, he gave this business card to Ma Zhaodi.

The comedian rents a house in the East District, and the place he rents is one of the relatively safe places in the East District. It is difficult to move in without an introduction.

Ma Zhaodi learned that he was a widowed single father who raised a son and his elderly mother alone. He performed wholeheartedly every day, seized any opportunity to make money, and raised his son alone until he was thirteen years old. His mother was already seventy years old. She couldn't help but feel sincere admiration for him.

He gave the man some money as a reward. The man seemed to be very conflicted, but finally accepted it, looking very ashamed. But Ma Zhaodi felt that he accepted the money for his son and mother - with the additional medical expenses, he was almost unable to bear it.

It takes great courage to die proudly for your persistence or to live tenaciously for others.

There are many people in the ward, some are good men who make money to support their families by telling jokes, some are dream chasers who are poor and destitute for their comedy dreams, and some are just trying to make a living in Gotham, men, women, families, singles.
They were all extremely grateful to Ma Zhaodi. Ma Zhaodi felt that he was not the kind of hero they imagined, but he was also somewhat happy because he saved many people who were trying to survive in Gotham.

As he thanked her, he subconsciously recalled the night he first arrived in Gotham on the train. Back then, he was also homeless and had nowhere to go. Back then, he also met someone who was struggling to make a living. He also helped that person and received his gratitude and many other favors, including a place to stay in the East End.

The people in the ward looked very similar to his two friends whom he hadn't seen for a long time, which gave him an inexplicable sense of joy of reuniting with old friends.

"Drake and Camilla don't know how they're doing as a couple at the Met."

After a moment, Ma Zhaodi came back to his senses from his memories. He remembered the name and phone number on the card, waved to stop a taxi, and subconsciously confirmed whether the driver was normal before getting in the car.

"Sir, I'm going to the East End."

"No problem, sir. Which street would you like to go to?"

The taxi started, and the voices of the two people in the car gradually faded away, finally disappearing at the corner of the street.

"Attention all officers near Gotham Hospital, attention all officers near Gotham Hospital. The criminal, The Riddler, has just escaped from Gotham Hospital and his whereabouts are currently unknown. A doctor and two nurses at the hospital have been seriously injured and have been taken to the emergency room."

At this time, Ma Zhaodi had already entered the East District and found the landlord. He had no idea that the Riddler had escaped right after he left the newly opened hospital.

Sheriff Gordon, who had been busy all day yesterday, had no time to rest. He and several police officers immediately rushed to the hospital to investigate the Riddler's escape.

"Captain Gordon, the Riddler seems to have vanished since leaving the house. We can't determine his route or whereabouts."

Gordon, walking in the hospital corridor and listening to the police officer's report, couldn't help but sigh. This was the third time that the police station had been fooled by the Riddler. Fortunately, there was a newcomer who backed him up the first two times and managed to catch him. But it was not because of his strong command ability, but because the newcomer was lucky enough.

"What about the three hospital personnel he attacked when he escaped? What happened to them?"

"The doctors and nurses who were attacked were discovered early in the hospital, so they received immediate treatment and have just been confirmed to be out of danger."

“This is a blessing in disguise.”

Gordon sighed and walked into the hospital's monitoring room with other police officers.

"Check the surveillance, Chief Gordon?"

"Yeah, old rules. Just give me the video."

The security guard nodded. Gotham was known for its simple folkways, and crimes in hospitals were not uncommon. Sheriff Gordon had dealt with the hospital's top brass numerous times. Regarding this major incident, the top brass had already communicated with their subordinates, instructing them not to refuse Sheriff Gordon's request to access the surveillance footage.

Gordon pulled out a USB drive, which the security guard took. He put the two-day video footage of the Riddler, from his admission to his escape, into it. "Here you go, Chief Gordon."

"Thank you."

Gordon opened the laptop he carried with him. Going back to the police station to look at it might take some time, so he planned to summarize the main clues here first.

"What is loved more than life, and feared more than violent death?"

A figure in a green suit stood in front of the window. The reflection on the glass showed the man's face, which was gloomy, indifferent, and faintly angry.

His tone was cold, as if he was asking himself in the reflection a riddle, sentence after sentence.

On the ground behind him, there was bright red blood and three figures were lying in a pool of blood.

"What is something that a contented person desires, but that a poor person possesses and a rich person lacks?"

The chest of his suit was open, revealing the muscular lines of his chest and abdomen, and the most eye-catching thing was the conspicuous blood above his lower abdomen, and a hideous and terrifying round wound was clearly visible.

The wound that had been sutured was torn again due to the violent movement just now, but Nygma didn't seem to care and let the blood flow out.

"What does a miser squander, and a spendthrift begrudgingly do? What does every man take to his grave?"

He took out a small knife and cut a beautiful three-quarter circle on his chest, forming a question mark with the circular wound below.

The sharp blade broke through the skin, then cut through the well-defined muscles, and finally cut through the tiny blood vessels, and the question mark on his chest immediately began to bleed.

"The answer is, of course, none."

He used the blood from his chest to write three big question marks on the fallen doctor and nurse, then walked out of the ward.

In other words, he walked out of the camera's surveillance screen.

At this point, Sheriff Gordon paused and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

"Nygma's criminal style remains the same as before. He likes to leave puzzles at the crime scenes, but the focus now is finding him. I think the surveillance video could be used to convict him, but it won't be very helpful in our pursuit of him."

At this time, Sheriff Gordon's phone rang again.

"Hey?"

"Captain Gordon, citizens have reported that the Riddler has reappeared."

Gordon subconsciously glanced out the window. It was almost afternoon and the sun was at its highest point.

"what news?"

"A bloody question mark appeared on the wall of Gotham Square."

(End of this chapter)