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

Chapter 129 The Riddler: Am I the only normal one?

"I can't believe it, damn Hugo! I'll make you pay!"

The Riddler hunched over and crawled laboriously through the ventilation ducts of Arkham Prison.

This was a backup plan he had prepared for himself beforehand.

A narrow passage leading to the outside world.

This is one of the few roads that leads to the outside world.

He considered himself the smartest man in Gotham, and he had long been prepared for Hugo, that bastard, to turn against him.

Gurgle.

A sticky feeling came from between my fingers.

"Damn it, what the hell is this thing?"

The riddle-maker frowned and lifted his hand from a puddle of sticky stuff.

The green gel stuck to my palm, emitting an indescribable stench, like something that had been rotting for a long time.

But what's even stranger is that this thing is completely transparent, like jelly.

*smack*

The gel slowly slid between my fingers.

"It looks like... some kind of excrement."

The riddle-maker rubbed his hands against the pipe wall in disgust and continued climbing forward.

The ventilation ducts were getting narrower and narrower, and his shoulders were almost stuck on both sides, which was very uncomfortable.

But this is a necessary procedure.

After turning a corner, the riddle-maker's head ended up touching another person's head.

After letting out a cry of pain, the two quickly separated.

"Forensic pathologist? What are you doing here?"

A familiar voice came from above.

The riddle-maker covered his head and looked over, his eyes filled with Selena's astonished face.

She was crouching at the junction of the intersecting pipes, her sharp claws gleaming coldly on her cat-paw gloves.

"Street girl?"

The riddle-maker pushed up his glasses, a strange smile creeping across his face. "Looks like things are getting interesting."

"Don't joke around, you framed Gordon!"

"And what about you?"

The riddle-maker calmly countered, "You didn't frame Gordon?"

Selena was taken aback; she opened her mouth, but didn't refute.

She seems to have framed Gordon as well, and not only that, she also lied to him.

"You're right," she readily admitted.

The two people, each with their own thoughts, exchanged a glance and quickly reached a tacit understanding.

Ventilation ducts aren't a good place to chat, but time is of the essence, and exchanging information is far more useful than blaming each other.

So the two quickly exchanged information and explained the situation.

"Are you going out?"

After listening to the riddle-maker's brief complaint, Selena raised an eyebrow. "What's inside that scared you like this?"

"I'm telling you, they're probably looking for me, I need to get out of here right now."

The riddle-maker spoke at breakneck speed, his eyes behind his glasses brimming with anxiety: "This place is absolutely insane."

"watt?"

Selena looked him up and down, her face full of surprise.

A mental patient confined in a mental hospital said that this place is "simply insane".

That place must be incredibly terrifying.

"What a coincidence, you're going out, and I'm going in."

"What?"

The riddle-maker was shocked and almost bit his own tongue.

Even he, a madman, felt out of place in the Indian Mountains, yet people still eagerly ventured in.

Does this mean... I'm the normal one?

"You're crazy! Listen, little girl, even though we're not close, you definitely don't want to go in there. The things in there..."

His voice lowered, his eyes filled with fear, "This is not something a human should see."

"Really? It's that scary inside?"

A familiar voice came from another intersection, carrying its usual languid tone.

bass.

Selena instinctively brandished her metal claws, but withdrew them the instant she heard the sound.

That familiar body scent mixed with the aroma of cologne was like a ray of light in the odor-filled ventilation duct.

As soon as he finished speaking, familiar blond hair came into view.

"Dio?" The riddle-maker was also taken aback.

He watched as Dio peeked out from the shadows and frowned.

"Long time no see, Edward. I haven't settled the score with you for stabbing me in the back with Hugo yet."

Dio looked at the Riddler with ill intent, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

To be honest, he really wanted to give the person in front of him a little punishment.

But... that's Gotham.

There are no permanent enemies, nor permanent friends.

So he decided to give this bastard a good scare.

Upon seeing this, the riddle-maker visibly panicked.

He had investigated Dio-Brando when he was still Ed.

This guy is a walking killing machine, ruthless and decisive, never hesitant.

If you really anger him, there's nowhere to run in this narrow pipe.

"Um... uh... just call me Ed."

The riddle-solver forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Aren't we friends? Right?"

[As a villainous savior, sometimes fear is an effective tactic. Points +200]

Dior raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Instead of toning down his imposing manner, he moved closer.

"friend?"

Dior gave Selena a subtle look.

"That depends on how obedient you are."

Selena understood immediately, and her cat paw silently reached out and gently placed on the riddle man's neck, applying a slight pressure.

"Did you know? Cats only have nine seconds of patience, so stop dawdling."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything!"

The riddle-solver gasped and rattled off everything he knew in a rapid-fire manner.

The underground laboratory contains all sorts of strange and unusual things.

Bat-men, honeypot-men, octopus-men—all sorts of monsters are crammed together like a hodgepodge.

There's also Firefly and Mr. Freeze, two villains, one cold and one hot, who were somehow imprisoned in the same area by Hugo.

The most dangerous one is a creature called Spider, who is said to be incredibly strong and agile.

Dior's eyes widened slightly.

What kind of weirdo association is this?

Hugo has practically gathered all the villains in Gotham.

"That damn bald guy locked me up with some stupid guy."

The riddle-maker's voice suddenly took on a hint of grievance, his fist clenched, "That guy almost ate me! He ate me alive!"

She started rambling on about how she had been used by Hugo.

Dio lost patience and raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Alright, you're so noisy. Now that you've said everything you needed to say, you can get lost."

He stepped aside to make way, indicating that the riddle-maker could climb out from here.

Selena rolled her eyes and withdrew her paw.

"Tsk, you call yourself a riddle solver with that little guts?"

The riddle-maker glared at her, but dared not refute her.

"Remember, you haven't seen us today."

Dior's tone was casual, yet undeniably authoritative.

"If you dare to utter a single word out of the public, I'll preserve you in formaldehyde and turn you into my most prized specimen."

Goodbye, my friend.

"goodbye."

The riddle-maker crawled forward two steps awkwardly, but then stopped.

He turned around, his face filled with conflicted emotions.

At that moment, a pleasant memory flashed through his mind of chatting with Dior on the rooftop.

That blond boy was actually willing to waste his time listening to a weirdo tell a boring and awkward love story.

Ugh.

"Dio, don't you always talk about gravity?"

The riddle-maker lowered his voice, his eyes flickering, "Perhaps you met me because of gravity."

"It's gravity that's making me advise you not to go to that damn lab, do you understand?"

"That place is a hell, filled with the living, the dead, and the living dead... Come with me."

Dior frowned.

He stared at the riddle-maker's seemingly sincere expression for several seconds, and then suddenly realized what he had done.

"You need me, right?"

Dio's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Don't flatter yourself, Edward."

"There's no such thing as gravity. You can't even pick a lock, so you're just looking for free labor."

The riddle-maker's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

The Riddler, one of Gotham's smartest minds, can't even pick locks.

This statement is more hurtful than any sarcasm.

Those words were indeed from the bottom of my heart, but it's also true that I don't know how to pick locks.

"You don't even know how to pick a lock?"

Selena scoffed, her face full of disdain: "So what did you use your 'best brain in Gotham' for? How to make riddles even more boring?"

"you!"

The riddle-solver gritted his teeth!

"Alright, good luck, Ed."

Dio stopped looking at him and, with Selena in tow, quickly climbed towards the Indian Mountains.

Only the Riddler remained in the ventilation duct.

After a long while, he let out a frustrated growl and crawled toward the two of them.

"...Damn it, it's not because I need him, it's because he needs me!"