Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 36: Become famous
The system has already indicated that these things are illegal currencies, so Ma Zhaodi is not particularly averse to burning them.

But at the same time, being able to produce such a large amount of counterfeit money in Gotham City and hide it so secretly can only mean that the people who made this batch of counterfeit money are professionals. This also means that Ma Zhaodi had better not be caught by them for burning the hill, otherwise he will most likely face the wrath of that group of people.

Being chased by gangsters is much more dangerous than a chaotic fight on a bus or a gunfight in a restaurant. That group of people is only focused on taking his life, and they will stop at nothing to kill him.

"System, system, can you confirm that no one saw me when I came in?"

No one responded, so he could only submit his previous route map to the system's question board.

"The infiltration process has been evaluated and is considered to be covert and unnoticed."

This dollar of assets is well worth spending.

"In that case..." Ma Zhaodi looked at the green hill made up of bundles of hundred-yuan bills and subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth.

"Since we're here, why not do something?"

"Tons, tons, tons——"

As the gasoline in the oil barrel continued to pour onto the green banknotes, the pungent smell of gasoline immediately began to fill the warehouse. Ma Zhaodi couldn't run out of the warehouse again just to find gasoline, and there was no way the warehouse could contain gasoline that could help others burn their own banknotes. So Ma Zhaodi spent some asset points and bought some from the system's mall.

He finally poured all the banknotes into the water. To be honest, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he thought that these colorful little cuties would be burned to ashes in the next second.

This was not his rational judgment, but a purely subconscious reaction of a poor hapless man who usually lived frugally and dared not spend money after seeing the huge mountain of cash.

Having said that, it still needs to be burned. After all, counterfeit currency cannot be spent, and the importance of asset points in the system mall is self-evident. With this feeling, Ma Zhaodi lit a long match and gently placed it on the ground.

This match was also bought in the mall. It burned for a long time, so Ma Zhaodi simply used it as a timing device. When the match burned to the root, it could ignite the gasoline on the ground.

Seeing that what he needed to do had been done, Ma Zhaodi immediately turned around and ran. According to his guess, this amount of gasoline and money was definitely enough to set the warehouse on fire. He'd better run as far as he could now. After the fire started, the farther away he was, the less likely he would be suspected.

So he once again followed the evacuation route given by the system and used his slightly clumsy climbing skills to quickly escape from the warehouse. Fortunately, he could still find a suitable evacuation route in this warehouse, which meant that Ma Zhaodi no longer needed to spend asset points to upgrade his climbing skills.

A dark, slender ghost figure crawled out of the warehouse in a twisted manner, then scurried back to the street, blending into the crowd. Putting on the white ghost mask, it looked like an ordinary Halloween cosplay, with nothing special about it.

A moment after the ghost left, crackling fire suddenly broke out from the warehouse, and thick smoke mixed with the smell of gasoline and burning paper drifted onto the street.

"Hurry, call 911! There's a house on fire!"

"Call Gotham PD! Call Gotham PD!"

Amidst the raging fire, no one noticed that a figure in a black robe took advantage of the chaos to disappear among a group of people in strange costumes.

"He got shot in the head twice. I can tell you that a less evil person wouldn't have had this happen to him."

"District Attorney Dent! I don't want to hear you say that again—either publicly or privately!" At this moment, a steady and deep voice interrupted their thoughts: "Let's get back to the topic."

Hearing the voice coming from the darkness, Sheriff Gordon and Harvey Dent immediately stopped arguing. This man seemed to have a kind of leadership magic. His thinking was always calm and clear enough to overlook the overall situation from a high position and find the key to breaking the deadlock.

"A .22 Clipper pistol was left at the crime scene. The handle was covered and the serial number was obliterated. The killer knew how to thwart our pursuit of leads. He was an expert at killing people—or perhaps he was someone who understood guns and criminal investigations."

The two nodded.

"Baby pacifiers are used as silencers. They are cheap but effective."

Having said this, he paused. The reason why he did not bring up the third clue at the scene first was not because it was not conspicuous enough, but because it was too conspicuous. At the scene of this kind of murder, it was like a light bulb shining in the dark.

Just at this moment, the three of them set their sights on the last clue.

"I don't want to be misled by this thing, but it..." Gordon hesitated, as if trying to find an adjective to describe it.

The twisted and painful expression seemed to be mixed with a different artistic atmosphere, with some shadows of Millet's classicism, a little bit of Monet's impressionism, Matisse's Fauvism, Munch's expressionism, Balla's futurism, Picasso's cubism, and Dali's surrealism. It seemed that all of them were reflected in this small pumpkin. In a word -

"It's too ugly." Harvey Dent took over his words bluntly: "I have never seen such an uglier pumpkin lantern in my life. If you carry this thing with you, even on Halloween, everyone who passes by will stare at you."

"This doesn't fit the killer's cautious style," Batman concluded. "I can understand his ritual of leaving jack-o'-lanterns on Halloween, but I can't understand the inconsistency of his actions."

"Maybe you carved your own pumpkin?" Gordon suggested. "If you don't buy a jack-o'-lantern from a store, there won't be any trace left."

"Even if he went into the store to buy it, we wouldn't be sure who it was—there are so many people buying pumpkin lanterns for Halloween." Harvey shook his head. "Who could have carved such an ugly pumpkin? Can we find any clues like fingerprints on it?"

"That's unlikely. The jack-o'-lantern was wrapped in a plastic bag." Gordon also shook his head. "But then again, it wouldn't hurt to look for it."

"Johnny Vitti. Who's brave enough to do that to him? Maroni?"

"Jingle Bell--"

While several people were talking, Gordon's phone suddenly rang.

"Hey?"

"Captain Gordon! Something terrible has happened! A warehouse in the Diamond District is on fire! The black smoke from inside is rolling out several hundred-dollar bills—everything burning in there is money!"

"what?"

(End of this chapter)