American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Chapter 116 The Riddler Gritting His Teeth

"Ed, it's been a long time. Actually, I wanted to ask you something."

Dio smiled gently and placed the document in his hand in front of Edward.

It was a case report about the disappearance of Miss Christine Collinger.

Edward's crush has disappeared.

As for how they disappeared, you'll have to ask the person in front of you.

"You should know better than I do where she went."

Dio pushed the file in front of Edward and pointed at the name "Christine Collinger".

"What does it feel like to stand on the edge of the unknown, gazing into the void?"

"It feels wonderful."

Edward's eyes darkened for a moment, then he revealed a sinister, fake smile.

He glanced at the missing persons report on the table casually, then looked at it again.

"Then Dio, I'll just admit that we're friends."

Edward—no, the Riddler—elegantly straightened his collar, his voice deepening: "So, my friend, can you share what you've found?"

Dio was not intimidated by Edward, whose demeanor had changed drastically.

He himself now holds the reins, the advantage, and the military power.

Moreover, just over ten minutes before arriving, he had already used the Riddler's Insight and Batman's Detective Vision.

We found quite a few things.

Edward Nigma is indeed Gotham's most intelligent criminal, but he has one fatal weakness:

That is, every scheme leaves behind traceable clues, some of which he himself is unaware of.

But these clues did not escape Dior's notice.

Collinger's disappearance, her ex-boyfriend's disappearance, the psychotropic drugs in her office drawer... all these are clues.

"You know that those psychiatric medications can't cure dissociative identity disorder, right?"

Dior's casual remark directly broke down the riddle's defenses.

Edward has been trying to fight against his other personality.

But it is clear that an exceptionally intelligent and evil personality cannot be eliminated by drugs.

"You actually went through my drawers!!"

The riddle-maker blushed, rushed into the office, pulled open a drawer, and took a deep breath.

The medicines in the drawer were arranged slightly differently than when I left.

"This is illegal! You're violating my privacy!"

"Just as I said, Ed, your riddle is all too obvious."

"Impossible!"

The riddle-maker practically spat out the words, "Even you couldn't!"

"That's true. For example, I don't know where you buried Miss Collinger."

Dior slowly trimmed his nails, speaking without looking up.

? ?

You already know everything, don't you?

The riddle-maker, staring at his disdainful look, was burning with rage: "Have you considered the consequences of being my enemy?"

"What a weak and unthreatening statement."

Dior jumped off the table, his face grim, and approached step by step.

The riddle-solver instinctively took a step back, then forced himself to take another step forward.

Dio stopped and said calmly, "What were the first things I said to you when we met?"

"Let's have a good talk, friend?"

The riddle-maker blurted it out involuntarily, then paused in surprise.

Yes, my friend.

Does Gotham really have friends?

Are friends really trustworthy?

"Shut up! Shut up!"

Edward suddenly looked at the table behind Dio, his face contorted with rage. "I won't let you succeed! I won't!"

"I know what you want to do!"

Upon hearing this, Dior frowned, glanced back at the empty table, and then turned his head away.

Is this guy having another episode?

A battle of wits with oneself?

This must be unique in Gotham, right?

As expected of my choice.

But in Edward's line of sight, that "himself" was sitting on the desk, and it was he who had just used Edward's body to talk to Dio.

"Oh! You mean I want to crush you?"

The riddle-maker nodded in deep agreement, a broad smile on his face. "I'll probably do that, won't I? And you, tsk tsk tsk, you can't stop me."

"But I can do other things."

Edward has no intention of submitting to this version of himself that is just as intelligent, but far more wicked.

"For example, taking more medication can reduce your activity level!"

"Really? You think you can threaten me like that, bro?"

In Edward's eyes, the Riddler stood up from his chair, his body "passing through" Dio, and came face to face with him.

"You can only get rid of me by committing suicide."

Upon hearing this, Edward froze on the spot. After a long while, he suddenly uttered, "It seems you are indeed smarter than me."

"You're right."

The next second, without hesitation, he reached for the scalpel on the operating table and stabbed it into his own throat.

"What's wrong with you?!"

Dio's eyes widened, and Gold Experience grabbed Edward's wrist. "You're already struggling with yourself, but why are you trying to commit suicide?"

"Ed! You're still young, please don't go down the path of suicide, you'll go to hell if you do."

Not only Dio, but Edward's second personality, the Riddler, was also dumbfounded.

"Did you know Dio would stop you?"

Edward nodded silently, but his eyes held a hint of smugness.

He won temporarily by relying on the power of a third party.

"You're really crazy, Ed."

Dior is now starting to doubt whether he made the right decision to contact the other party.

Is it really possible to outwit and outmaneuver yourself?

"I think we can talk now, Dio, no, my friend."

Edward regained much of his rationality, and his gloom and madness faded considerably.

Dior nodded.

"I want to make a deal with you, a very simple deal."

"A simple deal? Someone like you, you wouldn't believe you could have anything simple in your mouth."

Even if Edward isn't as intelligent as his second personality, he's still one of the top people in Gotham.

There's no such thing as a free lunch in Gotham; everything comes at a price.

This is a law.

The adopted son of the Dio-Brando-Wayne family.

Stripped of his glamorous identity, every clue circulating in the underworld points to him as a truly ambitious man.

A gentleman's demeanor is nothing more than a garment that can be discarded at any time.

"I need you to keep an eye out for some things when you go to Arkham in the future."

Dio met Edward's scrutinizing gaze without changing his expression in the slightest.

He doesn't mind letting his "friends" see some of the truth.

"You seem absolutely certain I'll go to Arkham?"

"Of course, you will be the loser in your fight with Gordon."

Edward gripped the scalpel tightly in his hand, his eyes turning cold again.

"Then you'll just have to wait and see, my friend!"

"I will push Gordon into the abyss, and then I will tear your glamorous facade to shreds!"

The Riddler leaned against the table, staring into Dio's eyes, and suddenly smiled: "I hope you can solve my riddle then, Dio."

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"Hehehehehehe."

"So you agreed?"

Dior smiled gently.

Why not?

The riddle-solver elegantly adjusted his collar. "I'm curious how many you can solve."

[Great villainous savior, you have gained the friendship of the Riddler, Edward Nigma]

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