Chapter 113

James Gordon, Jr., paid in silence.

Five dollars.

Slightly more expensive.

But it doesn't matter.

After waving away the postman, little James Gordon turned over the new notice card.

Needless to say, it's the damn riddle gentleman again.

He was almost sure that the mysterious "riddle gentleman" must have something to do with the former Riddler.

Whether it's the way of doing things, or the mysterious riddle.

But it seems a little different from the Riddler.

The riddle gentleman did not commit many crimes, so little James Gordon could not say why for a while.

A new puzzle is written on the notice.

[I will divide the world into two and walk towards the first ray of dawn in Gotham against the clock of midnight. When a half human and half animal God comes, I will break the head with sheep horn, use it to carry Gotham's second fireworks and light the flood from cold winter to summer.]

Sign——

[the fiery "riddle gentleman", Edward Lin, dear]

Little James Gordon's eyes were so cold that he almost tore up the card in his hand.

He clenched the card in his right hand.

Until the card became crumpled, little James Gordon slowly smoothed the hard paper card again.

Fortunately, the quality of the card is good, otherwise I would have been unable to see the handwriting.

"Sir!"

"Fuc... KKKK! Who bombed our Gotham police station!"

At this time, Gotham police who saw the explosion nearby drove police cars and returned to the police station.

When they saw the famous landmark of Gotham in the past, the Gotham police station was bombed into ruins, they were shocked and stared. They couldn't come back for a long time.

This, this, this, was blown up?

Okay, say no and then it's gone?

Gradually, dozens of Gotham police returned to the "once" Gotham police station.

"Hum!"

Little James Gordon looked at the time.

According to the notice, the time of crime should be after midnight.

It seems that the riddle gentleman is going to prepare something.

To commit the next crime.

It's more than five hours before midnight, that is, 0 a.m.

Plenty of time!

Suddenly.

A cold smile gradually appeared on the corner of little James Gordon's mouth.

……

……

tell the truth.

Yilin is really not good at playing riddles.

What can be finished in a sentence must be divided into several paragraphs and gasped before finishing, and others may not be able to understand it.

In Yilin's opinion, this behavior is a little boring.

But Irene can't help it.

Who makes Gotham like this tone in the book?

It seems that the book "Legend of the Riddler" ranks third in the sales list of Gotham's stimulating small books after "Legend of the clown" and "Legend of the clown woman" in bookstores.

Night fell.

The whole city of Gotham is no longer silent.

On the contrary, it became more and more hot and noisy.

The sound of gunfire, noise, cannon, is pleasant.

It came from all over the city, from time to time, and hardly subsided completely.

"It seems that others are also working hard."

The whole city was ablaze with lights.

Dazzling beams of light intertwined over the city and fell on the clouds over Gotham.

Yilin came slowly from the dark in a pure black gentleman's tuxedo.

Night is his world.

Especially now he is dressed in black.

No one can discover his existence as long as he hides in the dark when he has opened the shadow following skill.

At least, so far, No.

Dudududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududui.

This is the sound of the question mark Scepter tapping gently on the bluestone board.

The air of Gotham City was gradually filled with a smell of gunsmoke.

Come with the wind.

Yilin held the brim of his hat and raised his head.

In front of him was an old clock tower.

Above the clock tower, the two huge hands moved with a certain rhythm, and Yilin could even vaguely distinguish the crisp gear sound behind the clock tower.

Yilin silently checked the "Baida Cuili" watch in his hand.

【21:33】

Plenty of time.

Yilin's mouth suddenly showed a evil smile.

——No.

Yilin quickly changed another smile, the kind of light and light.

Almost a play.

He suddenly remembered the film Emperor Li Changge.

This strange style of Gotham City, let that guy play, it is estimated that it will be more realistic.

Gotham bell tower is also a landmark building.

Twenty years ago, when the villains in Gotham were most rampant, it is said that the bell tower was bombed by that group many times.

After years of repair, the Gotham bell tower finally survived the era of gunfire.

The lock of the bell tower has rusted.

In Gotham, a city with simple folk customs, no one dared to break into the "no entry" clock tower at the risk of "crime", so it seems that this lock has not been changed.

Twenty years.

After 20 years of recuperation, the renovated bell tower finally has a taste of "places of interest".

Yilin held the rusty lock and stared for a few seconds.

Suddenly a smile.

"Ha ha..."

Then, take the bleeding jasmine, start the knife and cut the lock directly.

No difficulty at all.

Inside the bell tower, there was no one.

Of course.

Some people call it strange.

Of course, it's not surprising.

Yilin took out the paper and pen from his pocket, which was still the kind he grabbed back.

There are no lights in the clock tower.

Yilin had no choice but to go out of the bell tower and write a small card silently.

After writing, I read it three times from beginning to end, and carefully blackened the question mark behind it. Finally, I was satisfied.

After making all preparations, Yilin began to step up the clock tower step by step.

At the top of the clock tower.

Suddenly.

Yilin stepped down.

Think for a moment.

To be on the safe side, I temporarily put away the "question mark Scepter" and took another card out of the storage space.

After crushing, the gray card turned into a brand-new black umbrella with British wind in Yilin's hand.

Along the way, Yilin passed the maintenance room of the bell tower.

There are many complex and huge gears running inside.

Driven by the spring, it makes a rhythmic sound.

Go up again and reach the top of the clock tower.

It was an empty rooftop.

I don't know what the setting of ghost animals is. An open platform is made above the clock tower.

It is said that the structure was added by the designer during the last repair.

Do you think the villains don't run fast enough?

Although Yilin also felt that such a setting was strange.

But when you think about it carefully, this is Gotham. It's not strange to refer to the stories in those best-selling books.

The people in Gotham are simple. Maybe the designer who repaired the clock tower made such a platform to facilitate the villains to escape from the clock tower.

After all, there have been too many stories about the clock tower in Gotham in the history of Gotham.

Looking down from the platform, although the whole Gotham City is technologically developed, it is full of strange Gothic wind everywhere. Tracks, trains, water pipes, thick smoke and sewers give people a feeling of prosperity but depression.

Protrusion——

Suddenly, on the street about two kilometers away from the clock tower.

A large fire burst out.

Bang.

And grenades.

Then, a round figure silently flew into the air.

Then it fell back into the street.

"Oh, it's fat!"

Erin is sure.

It seems that Li Er Pang is still struggling hard.

Click!

Right now——

There was a sound of bullets loading behind Yilin.

"Riddle gentleman, raise your hand!"

Yilin enjoys the unique night view of Gotham.

"Edward Lin! Hands up!"

Yilin turned around and smiled.

There was no accident in his expression.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, James Gordon, Jr., now the chief of Gotham police."

Erin bowed slightly and showed a standard gentleman's etiquette to little James Gordon in an elegant manner.

"Are you the riddle gentleman?"

Little James Gordon held the gun steadily, pointed to Erin's head and put his finger in the trigger.

Although the light at the top of the bell tower is dim, he can also distinguish that Edward Lin, who calls himself the "riddle gentleman" in front of him, looks so young.

But what's the matter with that leisurely job?

Little James Gordon could clearly tell that Erin had no weapons in his hand.

Except... A black umbrella.

wait.

Umbrella?

Little James Gordon suddenly remembered another name that resounded through Gotham twenty years ago.

Penguin man.

His weapon is also a black umbrella.

But——

As we all know, penguins have a bad relationship with riddlers. Even if Riddler gentlemen have a relationship with former riddlers, they will never get that umbrella from penguins.

This could be a bad imitation crime.

Sheriff Gordon had a guess in his mind.

"I have solved your puzzle!"

Sheriff Gordon smiled coldly: "you clumsy criminal, do you think you are really a Riddler? The crime you committed is enough to sentence you to death 10000 times according to the law of Gotham!"

Then Sheriff Gordon shook his fingers slightly.

Like pulling the trigger!

"Hehe -"

In fact, before climbing the bell tower, Yilin already knew that someone had stepped on the bell tower first.

According to the Gotham tourism strategy, if the description of little James Gordon is correct, it should be this person who "solved" the puzzle he set and came here in advance.

The lock has been opened.

"It's a little interesting."

The little James Gordon thought carefully. In order to make Yilin not find someone ambushing in the clock tower, he asked others to lock the clock tower again after climbing the clock tower, creating an illusion that no one had been here.

Irene's sudden laughter made little James Gordon's pupils shrink.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Are you sure you solved my riddle?"

In the dark, Irene gazed into little Gordon's eyes, bright and bright.

Like two stars in the dark.

"Stepping on the midnight bell doesn't mean the clock tower? Your presence here is my proof of solving the riddle."

Yilin smiled and gently rubbed her fingers on the umbrella handle.

"My riddle is more than that?"

"Besides, now... It's not midnight."

“……”

Little Gordon was speechless, but soon, he cleaned up his mood and aimed his gun at Yilin.

"Whatever the answer to the riddle, you, poor Gotham criminal, you will die here!"

"Want to know the answer?"

Gordon was stunned.

He nodded almost subconsciously.

In the past few hours, he almost racked his brains to think about the answer to the riddle.

But apart from the first two sentences, everything else made him feel confused.

I can't guess why.

My heart is coquettish and itchy.

There is a feeling that it is difficult to stop itching without knowing the answer to the riddle.

Yilin seems to have already understood Sheriff Gordon's psychology. Even if he is pointed at by a gun, he doesn't move.

Moreover, Yilin's perception had already spread. Even if he had the sign of shooting, Yilin didn't panic.

——There are preparatory plans.

Yilin's expression made Sheriff Gordon suddenly have an illusion, as if he was the one pointed by the gun.

But... It doesn't matter!

He has the upper hand!

He's the one with the gun now!

No one can commit a crime in Gotham!

The perpetrator must die!

This... Is his Gotham!

Not anyone else's Gotham.

Yilin laughed again.

"Give you a hint."

James Gordon Jr.:

Yilin suddenly said loudly, "the hint is... Let the world feel pain from now on."

James Gordon Jr.:

instant.

Yilin's voice just fell.

Little James Gordon seemed to make a loud noise in his head. As soon as his eyes were dark, he fell straight behind him.

Dong.

Flower behind the brain.

I don't know how long it took.

Little James Gordon reopened his eyes.

The damn criminal is no longer in sight!

He quickly got up from the ground and looked down from above the clock tower.

Under the clock tower, police cars have been surrounded.

Got it?

Or was he run away?

wait.

From this clock tower, the riddle gentleman can't jump down from here safely, can he?

Even the famous Riddler twenty years ago could never have such a level.

It's not Batman who will go to heaven and earth!

Remembering the name, little James Gordon looked cold.

At this time, he felt a sudden sharp pain in the back of his head.

A little dizzy.

Little Gordon reached out and touched the back of his head.

He bit his teeth and ignored.

Suddenly, he found this small white card standing upright in a corner of the platform.

“！”

Little Gordon didn't even care about the wound on his head. He picked up the little card and stared at it.

I saw a line of words written on the card.

It's still a mystery.

But this time, it is a well-known riddle. Anyone who has read the best-selling book the legend of the Riddler knows the answer!

[I exist in reality, I am absurd in reality, you can deduce me, you can create me, who am I?]

Sign——

[friendly Gotham neighbor, warm tips, riddle gentleman Edward Lin, yours.]

Little James Gordon tore up the card without expression.

The card is hard.

It's a little hard to tear.

But the card was still broken.

Floating down from the top of the clock tower.

Like snow.

"Lie!"

——That's the answer.

Gotham citizens know the answer.

After all, it's too classic.

It's written in the book.

Little James Gordon read it when he was a child and was obsessed for a while.

Cough... In short, this is the warm hint of "riddle gentleman".

Does it mean that lies are hidden in the first puzzle?

That's why he came to the bell tower?

He's the one who's been cheated?

A poor imitator?

"What did the riddle gentleman do just now? Why did I suddenly faint?"

Sheriff Gordon frowned, his face getting colder and colder.

There was a faint hint of hate.

"But why didn't he kill me?"

"Isn't... I'm not worth it?"

"Damn..."

Sheriff Gordon let out a low growl.

But he did not forget his duty.

He hurried down the clock tower, took out a flashlight from his waist and carefully searched the interior of the whole clock tower.

It is likely that the riddle gentleman is still in the middle of the clock tower and has not escaped.

Sheriff Gordon won't let himself pass any chance.

……

……

No one noticed.

In the dark.

The other side of the clock tower.

A black figure in a black tuxedo, a black gentleman's hat, spotless white gloves, and an umbrella in one hand slowly fell from the air.

Elegant and evil, the figure is like an aristocrat dancing in the night.

Night is his dance floor.

Unfortunately, there is a lack of partners.

Yilin landed steadily on the ground and put away his umbrella.

Not far away, the harsh siren kept flashing red and blue light.

Yilin smiled and continued to follow her, silently hiding in the dark.

"Sure enough... Can't the 'riddle' copied from the book be triggered?"

Gradually away from the bell tower, Yilin whispered in the dark.

But it was also normal. Yilin had expected that it was just a whim. He took a look and did an experiment by the way.

Turning another corner, Yilin suddenly felt his whole body sink.

In the upper right corner of the Apostle panel, a buff icon with wings suddenly disappeared.

Time, just right.

Ah, no, a little more.

It was indeed an accident, but not entirely an accident, that Erin was opposite little James Gordon on the clock tower tonight.

The puzzle he set up has two sides.

The most brain crippling one, and the second hidden in the depths of lies.

Yilin's original plan a was to leave a card at the place indicated by the first lie puzzle.

If someone goes to the clock tower at midnight and sees the card deliberately left, it may add some mystery and legend to the name of "riddle gentleman".

Even a little is not a loss.

As for what is written on the card?

Riddle gentleman's visit here?

I'll never cover my eyes again this day?

My riddle, your heart?

All these are unimportant. Anyway, Yilin finally adopted scheme B.

There are 9 schemes from A1 to A9. At the moment of seeing the rusty lock, Yilin gave up all of them.

Made a series of plans again.

Mental side line, the brain is turning so fast, so capricious.

"Hehe, now, in that Sheriff Gordon's heart, should have planted a seed?"

"Next, some people, it's time to appear?"

Yilin knows that the glory recovery journey of Gotham City has just begun.

Hide in the dark.

Yilin took out... A bunch of cards from the storage space.

Everything.

Like thirteen in one hand.

Look carefully, it's all the same design and color, ah, no, the same pattern.

……

[enhanced TNT bomb]

[grade] ordinary

[effect] what else do you want to do besides explosion?

[description] well, explosion is the real art!

……

Yilin looked at the hand.

Some headaches.

What's next? Or King fried and King fried and King fried?

This is the arms savings accumulated by Gotham City in 20 years of zero crime!

……

……

Suddenly!

Right now——

The sky of Gotham above Irene's head became brighter.

Countless spotlights seem to be controlled by who, so they gather in the center of Gotham.

All the light beams converge together, just like waiting for some kind of existence in the eyes of the public.

"Cough, cough -"

A cough, from the Gotham radio, rang through the night sky.

Then, in the center of the light column, a figure appeared.

The figure was wearing a tight, ill fitting purple suit with a strange clown painting on his face. The corners of his mouth looked strange against the painting.

This is——

Stereo projection?

wait.

Yilin suddenly frowned.

The man looks a little familiar.

"Jie Jie --"

"Ladiesandgentlemen -- Jie Jie --"

The man in the suit suddenly gave a sharp and strange sound, and laughed with some madness.

With the Gotham broadcasting system, the laughter was extremely harsh.

"I, joker, am back!"

Yilin was slightly stunned.

This sound——

It's obviously pan Zhengyi!