It had to be said that the collective unconscious was indeed a very realistic "IQ reduction halo."
In a group, most people would give up on thinking, and would do what others did.
Among the few who could still think, most of them were still hesitant. Only an extremely small number of people could quickly make a reasonable response.
At that moment, the hundreds of people who had surged into the bottom floor of the mall saw that most of the lights were off, and a lot of green lights were on. Few of them thought of "safety first" and slipped away.
After all, there were a lot of stores in Gotham City that could be entered tonight. There was no need to waste time in a strange place.
Not only that, many people shouted, "Damn it, why aren't the lights on?"
"Someone turn on the lights."
"Where's my new phone? Who stole my new phone? "
Nobody looked down on these shouts, which usually sounded like idiots. Most people were thinking the same thing.
Luke, however, quietly disappeared into the darkness.
Night Demon's Elementary Concealment was a skill for fighting at night. Together with the nano armor's shielding measures, he could even avoid technological detection.
Then, a hoarse and sharp voice rang out from the mall's speakers. It made people very uncomfortable. "Welcome, everyone, to today's Riddles Playground."
Many people raised their heads and looked around, but even more people were still making a racket, concerned about the new home appliances they had "bought."
Nobody noticed in the commotion that the metal shutter doors of the mall, which had been opened earlier, had been lowered again.
As for the sporadic people who wanted to charge in, they were chased away by several criminals in black masks who had popped up outside with their rifles.
After all, the people of Gotham City were all too familiar with guns, especially the effects when they hit a person.
It wouldn't be a problem for the criminals to shoot through two people at close range with their rifles. After hundreds of bullets, at least dozens of people would be killed.
These weren't handgun bullets, which could be salvaged.
A rifle bullet could cripple a limb, but if it hit a body, it could be fatal if it didn't give first aid immediately.
And in Gotham City tonight, there was absolutely no one who would give first aid on the streets.
The people in the mall had no idea that they had become turtles in a cage, and continued to make a ruckus.
Suddenly, multiple television screens in the mall lit up.
A middle-aged man in a green suit with a thin and sinister face appeared on them.
He smiled. "Now, I'll announce the rules of the game. Anyone who finds the trophy I placed in the building within an hour can leave from here. The rest will be blown up along with this building. "
The noise below quietened down a lot, but there were still a lot of people scolding him.
The man in the green suit chuckled. "Next, I will give you a riddle every minute. The answer is the location of the trophy."
The crowd quietened down a little, but it was still noisy.
At that moment, the man in the green suit leaned closer to the screen, causing his face to distort. "Let me tell you a secret. There are two hundred trophies. Your chances of survival are very high!"
A few people who had calmed down subconsciously looked around. They felt that the ground floor was densely packed with people. It didn't look like there were only 200 people.
In other words, most people wouldn't be able to find that trophy?
However, there were very few people who could maintain a normal thinking ability. Many people simply snorted and continued to buy things that interested them in the mall.
Get out? There were many passageways in this shopping mall. Just find one and you would be able to get out. That's what most people think.
Suddenly, someone screamed, "Riddler! He's the Riddler! "
The scream was heart-wrenching. It sounded like someone was about to break down.
The content of the shouts made many people recall the legend of a certain terrible villain. Some of their faces turned white, black, or green.
On the screen, the man in the green suit smiled contentedly. "Congratulations, you got it right. You're slightly smarter than the other idiots. Unfortunately, this isn't my riddle, so you can't get the trophy."
Picking up the crooked cane in his hand, the Riddler coughed lightly. "Attention, here comes the first riddle. I can't be bought, but I can be easily stolen from you with a glance. I'm worthless to one person, but priceless to two. What am I? "
This time, almost no one scolded him. Instead, there were more people whispering and asking what the Riddler was.
When they heard the 'horror story' that had been passed down many times, coupled with the fact that many people around them were certain that the Riddler was a supervillain, almost everyone was terrified.
The people who rushed in to 'buy' the trophies were not bloodthirsty. Most of them were normal citizens.
They were naturally afraid of the supervillains of Gotham City.
Having grown up in Gotham, even if they had never been abused by supervillains, there were always real examples of their relatives and friends.
Even though the number of people killed by the Riddler was only a small portion, the supervillain did not care about human life. When he said that he would blow up the mall, he would definitely blow it up.
Many people did not even bother to guess the damn riddle. Instead, they rushed to the exits.
Then … gunshots came from the front door.
A few young people who tried to destroy the metal shutter door fell before the door.
The Riddler laughed. "I'm sorry. Those who destroy the riddle automatically lose the right to play, so there's no need for them to live. Oh, by the way, once the exit of the building is destroyed, the explosion will happen automatically. So, look after the people around you. Don't let them blow everyone up. "
The people there looked at each other, and some of the more timid ones started to cry. "No, I don't want to die yet."
"Mom, I want to go home."
"Damn it. I haven't played my new game yet. How can I die here?"
Just like that, the Riddler's game stumbled back on the "right track." But unbeknownst to him and the people guessing the riddle, a transparent shadow was quietly moving inside the building and destroying the explosives scattered around it.
There was nothing unusual about the explosives that he destroyed. Even the countdown timer was still beating normally, but the explosive materials inside had been replaced with mud.
Luke's ability to expand and expand his inventory was now a cheat. He could even replace the explosives remotely without leaving any traces.
The cleaning process only took five minutes.
At that moment, the Riddler was already in the third round of guessing, but he had only guessed the answer to the first one. "It only takes a moment to form, but it can last for a lifetime. I can bring the dead back to life, and I can also make your eyes wet."
The answer was the coquettish man in the Spiderman mask, Koth. (Koth is cold. Introduced by a friend of the book.)
When he thought of the answer, he exclaimed, "I got it!"
Then, he noticed that a bunch of people had turned around and were glaring at him.
Looking at the sticks, steel pipes, knives, chargers and other lethal weapons in their hands, he hurriedly said, "It's memories. It's memories."
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