Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 45 Batman, I’m going to school early!

Of course Ma Zhaodi saw the fire in the factory, as it was he who started it.

In fact, this question is a multiple-choice question, and every question before Batman was a multiple-choice question.

He knew that Ma Zhaodi had carved pumpkins in the store, so he naturally couldn't answer no to the first question.

He had a way to find out what he had said to his colleagues, and he had said in the store that he would go to the street to sell pumpkins on Halloween, so for the second question, Ma Zhaodi could only answer that he went to the street.

Similarly, Batman could easily determine that he had a pumpkin head in his home. He might have taken a picture of it and carefully checked the surveillance cameras at key intersections, or directly asked residents or passers-by near the area where Johnny Vitti was killed. Then, if someone - even an old lady with a bad memory - had seen his unique pumpkin head mask, she would be able to recognize it immediately because it was so unique.

So for the third question, Ma Zhaodi answered that he went to the diamond district and wore a hood.

These three questions were using known intelligence to determine whether he was telling lies, but the question about the factory fire sounded different, because since he put away the pumpkin head, he had completed hiding and changing clothes with the help of the system, so he was most likely unable to continue investigating according to the clues of the pumpkin head.

But it just "sounds" different.

The fire in the factory was so huge that that night, almost everyone in the Diamond District could see the billowing black smoke and flames shooting into the sky from halfway across the district. This kind of scene was a rare emergency in a wealthy area like the Diamond District, and it was impossible not to attract people's attention. So it is no exaggeration to say that the entire Diamond District probably noticed the fire that made Falcone furious.

"I saw the fire from a distance and heard the crowd commotion. I was afraid that something else might happen, so I left immediately."

"But you're not wearing the hood anymore?"

"I took it off," Ma Zhaodi laughed awkwardly. "It was too ugly and a bit embarrassing. Besides, everyone went to see the fire, and I was afraid people would notice my hood."

This was true. After quickly moving away from the factory area, he took off his hood on purpose. When the fire started, this would be his alibi.

It turns out that he also knew that his pumpkin carving was ugly.

This thought suddenly popped into the minds of everyone present - even Batman.

At this time, Batman was still staring at Ma Zhaodi. This person's physical reactions, pupil contraction, heartbeat, body sweat and other characteristics all showed that what he said was true, but he instinctively felt that something was wrong with him.

He was too nervous and too relaxed.

Everyone gets nervous when facing Batman, but criminals are usually extremely afraid of and hate him. Even ordinary people mostly have a fear, distrust, and a little hostility towards him - this is also normal. Who would believe a bat freak who hides in the dark every day, always beats people to broken bones, and hangs them on towers?
He is the nightmare of Gotham City, not just for criminals, but for everyone, and there are always very few people willing to trust him.

But the man in front of him seemed very sure that he would not hurt him. Maybe his brain was not very good, or he understood himself better than most people. He understood - or thought he understood - Batman's abilities and code of conduct, so he was more afraid of himself than most people, and trusted himself more than most people.

"I have to go back and carefully investigate the identity of this stranger who just arrived in Gotham," he thought silently, and turned his head to look at the supervisor.

"Where's Donald?"

The supervisor's face suddenly changed. He and Donald had recently helped the Falcone family do a lot of things at night and killed a lot of people. Batman naturally didn't look for Donald to reminisce about the past.

"Don't try to get anything out of me!"

In an instant, he used his other hand to quickly throw a fierce hook punch. From this punch alone, it can be seen that he is definitely a good boxer. If this punch hits Ma Zhaodi's face, it will be enough to knock him unconscious.

But he punched Batman.

"Gaba"

There was a sound of dislocation, and Batman easily reached out with his other hand, grasped his wrist, and dislocated his joint. "Where's Donald?"

"Go to hell!"

This is obviously not a qualified answer.

So Batman grabbed the supervisor with one hand, walked to the broken window, and took out his hook gun, jumping down with him.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Ma Zhaodi watched the shadow of the bat and the supervisor disappear into the night sky of Gotham City, silently shedding tears and roaring silently in his heart.

"Batman! I'm on 8am! I haven't even received my paycheck yet!"

At this time, the sound of sirens downstairs drowned out the sound of heavy rain. Sheriff Gordon rushed in with his team. Looking at the disabled people all over the ground and Ma Zhaodi standing there silently and sadly, he was a little confused.

Why is there still one standing this time? Has Batman converted to Buddhism?
"age?"

"24 years old, a restaurant waiter."

"gender?"

"male."

"Name?"

"Ma Zhaodi."

Looking at the still glaring pale light, Ma Zhaodi, who never smoked, suddenly had the urge to light a cigarette.

"I just work there, sir. Why was I brought back to the Gotham Police Department for questioning?"

"Who told you to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?" Gordon shook his head and took out a cigarette. "I've never seen anyone as unlucky as you—do you mind?"

"Go ahead and smoke." Ma Zhaodi pulled a pocky from his pocket and put it in his mouth with a look of despair. "You can laugh if you want. I'm already like this anyway."

Gordon didn't want to laugh at first, but when he saw Ma Zhaodi's current appearance, he found it a bit difficult to hold back. It was the first time he saw an innocent citizen being arrested by the Gotham Police Department twice in such a short period of time.

"Your situation is not normal. You were there when Richard Daniel was shot, Johnny Vitti was assassinated, you were there when the counterfeit money factory was set on fire, and you even worked at that restaurant."

He turned his head and exhaled a puff of smoke. "You're new in Gotham City and you're not a gang member, so you're less suspicious. But you're so lucky."

Ma Zhaodi sighed and finished his pocky. "Forget it, forget it. Let's finish recording the confession quickly."

"I have to go to work tomorrow," he thought. "I hope someone can pay my salary back."

The next day, Ma Zhaodi stood at the door of the restaurant, staring blankly at the locked door, with a confused look on his face.

"No, what about my unit?"

(End of this chapter)