Irin slipped away.
Before the good citizens of Gotham City took out their weapons and grenades, Irin activated Shadow Stalking and disappeared into the corner.
— Silently.
Li Erpang's presence was too strong after he killed someone, so no one noticed Irin's departure.
Perhaps.
Even if they noticed, it would not be a big deal.
After all, Irin was not a "criminal" yet.
As expected.
After listening to Li Erpang's explanation, Irin had a better understanding of the world of this trial.
But at the same time, he also noticed a lot of inconsistencies.
A trial that even Li Erpang knew the ending?
Ha, how was that possible?
Thinking about it carefully, there was definitely a trap.
A huge trap.
As expected, Li Erpang stepped into it.
— This trap was the kind with spikes and traps.
"Criminal" seemed to be some kind of flag.
Once he committed a crime, he would be hunted down endlessly.
Irin started to think about all the clues.
Gotham City was very big and prosperous.
The tall buildings, the developed rail transportation, and the advanced firearms in the hands of the good citizens. All of these told him that the danger level of this world … was very high.
Although they were apostles, after experiencing a few attribute enhancements, their attributes were much higher than normal humans.
But they were still humans.
As long as they had not broken through the shackles of being human, they would still bleed and die.
Irin pondered in the dark for a while.
Before breaking through the first "lock", he had to at least use the "ghost energy buff" to push his attributes to the limit like in the Haunted-mist Mountain trial. Only then would he be able to use his absolute strength to crush this trial.
Otherwise … it was better to find a reasonable way to pass the trial and obtain a higher score.
As Irin pondered, he had already left the explosion zone and turned into a few streets.
Irin did not know where he was.
After all, he did not have a map.
Not far away, a commotion was gradually spreading.
Explosions and gunshots were heard continuously. But as Irin walked further away, the sounds became more and more blurry.
Irin casually opened the Sin List and glanced at it.
Li Erpang's "Sin Value" was increasing at a constant rate.
"Heh, you're still as thick-skinned as ever … You can take a beating."
As expected of him.
In Arkham Home, the old Irin might not be able to take a hit from Harley Quinn and still be alive and kicking.
Fatso, on the other hand, was completely fine except for a nosebleed and a swollen face.
This defensive power was truly terrifying.
If you don't want to be the tank, who will?
No, there was also Su Xiaosu.
The two tanks started the match … steadily.
At this moment, the Brand of Death on Irin's chest vibrated slightly.
He opened it to take a look.
…
Li Erpang: "F * ck!" You tricked me! (flips table)
…
Irin thought for a while and replied, "Let's work together!" (From Ollie)
Then, he temporarily set Li Erpang's contact list to "Do Not Disturb".
He received the same treatment as Li Changge.
By the way, although the apostle's communication function was convenient, there was no way to communicate with the real world in the Inner World.
After all, the flow of time in the Inner World was different from the real world.
They were not in the same service area … There was no signal.
"Eh? Where's Pan Zhengyi? "
Irin just realized that Pan Zhengyi had mysteriously gotten lost in the beautiful explosion just now.
"Oh well …"
Irin quickly shook his head. He was not Pan Zhengyi's babysitter. He could not always take care of him in the Inner World.
Also … there must be a reason why Pan Zhengyi was able to survive until now.
Strangely, in Irin's memory, there was no information about Pan Zhengyi.
It was up to him.
The street was very quiet.
Many cars stopped by the roadside.
The car doors opened.
Even the car keys were not unlocked.
Both of them flashed.
It was as if everyone in the city was happily chasing after Li Erpang.
Gotham's people were simple and civilized.
If he did not personally witness the scene of countless grenades being thrown at Li Erpang's fat body, Gotham City could be called a model of a civilized city.
Irin silently mourned for Li Erpang for three seconds.
At this moment, Irin turned into another street.
There were more and more people here, as if they did not know about the rare crime that happened a few streets away.
A small bookstore appeared in front of Irin.
"Bookstore?"
Yi Lin smiled faintly and swaggered in.
"Welcome!"
Even if Irin's clothes were strange, Irin was not a "criminal" at the moment. Although he had some sin points on him, at the very least, he did not show it in front of others.
So at the moment, Irin was still considered "innocent".
Irin did not care about the store manager and continued to search in the bookstore.
"Found it."
As expected, on one of the shelves, there was a stack of "Gotham City Travel Guides".
He flipped to the first page.
"Welcome to the peace-loving Gotham City."
The second page.
"Welcome to Gotham City, where the crime rate is zero."
The third page.
"The people here are simple and honest. It is a paradise for vacations, retirement, traveling, and looking for romantic encounters!"
Irin was speechless.
Irin was expressionless as he flipped to the end of the travel guide page by page.
As expected, at the end, there was a long additional page.
A map of Gotham City!
Irin smiled.
Irin's mental strength was now 6.4, and his memory was amazing.
Although it was not at the level of having an eidetic memory and being able to read ten lines at a glance, as long as he put his mind to it, with the help of the Memory Palace, he could clearly imprint the map in his mind.
However, because the height of the buildings was not marked on the map, Irin could not convert the 2D map into a 3D map in his mind.
It was a pity.
But it did not matter, as long as it could be used.
Gotham City was too big. Without a map, it would be inconvenient to move around.
After spending 5 minutes and 20 seconds, Irin finally memorized the entire map of Gotham City in his mind.
After spending some time, Irin closed his eyes and carefully recalled the map six times. After comparing it and confirming that there were no mistakes, he put down the "Gotham City Travel Guides" in his hands.
"A tourist city with zero crime rate for 20 years, Gotham City?"
"Heh, that means …"
Irin silently analyzed the information he had obtained from the "travel guide."
Or rather, it was information.
He suddenly missed the Spirit attribute that was off the charts during the trial at Haunted-mist Mountain.
His thoughts in that state were simply too useful.
At this moment, the bookstore owner seemed to have noticed Irin's strange behavior.
After all, Irin had been standing with the book in his hands for almost six minutes. It was impossible not to notice.
If the bookstore owner had a bad temper, perhaps he would have directly kicked Irin out.
Unfortunately, the people of Gotham City were simple and honest. Seeing this, the bookstore owner only smiled slightly and even gave a kind and warm look. He then lowered his head and continued to play with his phone, ignoring Irin.
"As expected, the people are simple and honest."
Irin laughed.
Just as Irin was about to leave.
He glanced around and accidentally found a whole row of books with the same cover.
To be precise, it was a whole bookshelf full of books of the same series.
The titles were very interesting.
"The Legend of Batman."
"The Legend of the Riddler."
"The Legend of the Joker."
"The Legend of the Joker."
— Wait.
In short, Irin was a little surprised.
…
…
An hour later.
Irin put down the thick "The Legend of the Riddler" in his hands.
A glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.
He did not expect that the story that Li Erpang told him would be sold in a bookstore so openly.
Of course, it was already good enough if the content recorded in these books was 50% accurate.
At the very least, in the book "The Legend of Batman", there was no record of Batman's real name.
No one knew.
Perhaps, the person who wrote the book did not know.
There were many guesses in the book.
But it seemed that … none of them were reliable.
The exciting books on the bookshelf could be summed up as "The love and hate story between Batman and a group of villains."
That was about it.
And among these characters, there were only two whose real names were not recorded.
Batman … and Joker.
It was said that 20 years ago, Batman and Joker had a great battle in Gotham City. Both of them died and never appeared in Gotham City again.
"Heh … this trial is getting more and more interesting."
"Then now …"
Irin chuckled. Under the watchful eyes of the bookstore owner, he slowly walked to the counter.
"Buddy, is there anything you want to buy?"
The bookstore owner asked with a warm smile.
Irin suddenly lowered his head and muttered in a low voice, "I suddenly understand why Fatso couldn't do it."
What a simple and honest folk custom!
If he did not personally witness the scene where Fatso was almost killed by the grenade, Irin would probably need five minutes to mentally prepare himself before he could be the villain.
As for now …
There was no psychological burden.
"Hmm? Buddy, what are you talking about? "
Irin raised his head and smiled, "Do you have sticky notes? The very hard ones. "
“？”
The bookstore owner was slightly stunned. His head was full of question marks.
It was the first time he saw someone come to the bookstore to buy sticky notes.
But it did not matter.
As a simple and honest citizen of Gotham City, he would try his best to satisfy the needs of every customer.
No matter how unreasonable the request was.
Unless … it could not be done.
Soon, the bookstore owner found the sticky notes under the counter.
"Hmm … do you have a pen? The thick ones. "
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The bookstore owner took out an oil-based pen again.
Irin thought for a moment and quickly wrote a line of words on the paper.
Actually, it was not important that he did not know a foreign language.
As an apostle, he naturally had the power from the "tower" to considerately make the most reasonable official translation for every apostle.
Although the bookstore owner's attitude was very good, he still felt puzzled by Irin's strange behavior.
Irin quickly wrote a sentence on the sticky note.
Then, he thought carefully again.
Then, he drew a big question mark on the back of the sticky note.
"Hmm, now it's more like it."
The bookstore owner: "?"
"Now …"
Irin squinted his eyes and smiled, revealing a smile that was even more simple than the simple citizens of Gotham City.
"Robbery."
"What the Fuc … kkkkk?!"
The bookstore owner widened his eyes.
…
…
Ten minutes later.
A police car stopped in front of the bookstore.
Two blonde male police officers wearing wrinkled uniforms with unbuttoned shirts and two beer bellies came to the bookstore that Irin had stopped by.
"Bob, were you the one who called the police?"
One of the police officers lit a cigarette and directly smoked in the bookstore.
The other police officer directly pulled out a small metal bottle from his trouser pocket and took a big gulp.
"Gag —"
A long breath of vodka came out of his mouth.
It felt good.
His whole body was carefree.
"Police officer, there's a robbery! There's a robbery! "
The bookstore owner, who was called Bob, seemed to be used to the behavior of the two police officers. Instead, his eyes were excited. He also lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.
"Robbery?"
"Robbery?"
The two blonde police officers, who reeked of alcohol, looked at each other.
Then, they could not help but laugh crazily.
"Hahahahaha —"
"My dear Bob, today is not April Fools' Day. Don't make such a joke."
"If it wasn't for the fact that I was bored, I wouldn't have come here."
"Heh …" The police officer who was sipping on the vodka said with a smile, "Unfortunately, I heard that there was a murder case near Robinson Park. Oh, cake seller, I have not heard of a crime in Gotham City for the past twenty years! My gun is like my bird, ready to take action. "
"I heard that there were two female 'criminals' in Burnley! Hehehe … I heard that they killed a lot of people. "
"Bob, if it wasn't for you who called the police and said that there was a robbery, we could have participated in eliminating those 'savage criminals'!"
The two of them laughed as they talked.
Bob shrugged helplessly.
"Wait, are you serious?"
The smoking police officer fiercely extinguished the cigarette butt on the ground and asked seriously.
"Nonsense! How would I dare to joke about a crime! This is Gotham! "
"Wait, what did he steal from you?"
"That damned Easterner actually snatched my grease pen and paper! He even left a 'Next Crime Notice'! "
The two police officers instantly widened their dog eyes.
They also sobered up a little.
Wait.
This was simply —
Too, too exciting!
It was actually a Next Crime Notice!
Bob took out a card.
The two police officers quickly snatched the card from Bob's hands.
On the back of the card, there was a crooked question mark drawn with a pen.
Question mark!
"Could it be —"
They suddenly thought of a criminal that only existed in legends.
Wait.
Impossible, that criminal had long disappeared from Gotham.
How could he reappear in the underworld?
But out of curiosity, the two blonde police officers still flipped the question mark card over.
There was a line of strange words written on it.
…
[When day and night intersects, I bravely stand before the black and white beast. The black and white beast has already swallowed more wild beasts, and the wild beasts are gradually rotting into white bones in the steel jungle. Here lies the beautiful fireworks. I will use the most beautiful fireworks to light up Gotham, and reignite the first ray of light of the past.]
Signed off —
[The elegant and wise riddle gentleman: Yours truly, Eduard Rin.]
Eduard Rin?
What the hell?
The two police officers looked at each other.
They wondered if they were drunk to see such a strange notice letter.
"This is a joke, right?"
The blond police officer muttered uncertainly.
Bob was furious. "Officer, this is a crime! Robbing this daddy's oil pen is also robbery! Robbery! "
"Wait, there are cameras in my shop!"
Bob suddenly opened the surveillance camera on his computer screen as if he was presenting a treasure.
A black-haired young man wearing a blue and white striped uniform.
He was brazenly smiling at the camera above his head.
In the bookstore, the three police officers saw this scene and were stunned for a few seconds.
Bang!
Suddenly, the drunk police officer took out his gun and fired a shot at the ceiling.
"Provocation! This is a provocation to the Gotham Police! "
"Hmph!"
"What crime is robbery?"
"Death penalty!"
"What crime is provocation to the police?"
"Death penalty!"
"They are all death penalty —"
The three men suddenly laughed crazily in the bookstore.
It was as if they had been suppressing it for a long time and were gradually releasing it.
"Quick, inform Chief Gordon!"
"Just say … there's another savage criminal. Hmm … remember to say that he committed a death penalty. That's the main point. "
…
…
After Irin snatched the pen and paper, he left the bookstore.
A notification appeared in front of his eyes.
[Robbing "Pen" x1, Robbing "Stack of Paper" x1, Crime Points + 1!]
"…"
The points were like a mosquito's leg.
Irin calculated the time in his heart and quickly walked into a high-end clothing store.
Then, under the warm service of the good citizens of Gotham City, Irin had a high-end gentleman's evening gown custom-made for him.
Of course, it was not green.
He did not have Edward's d * mn bad taste.
Eh? What was going on with this inexplicable translation?
Irin shook his head and threw away the weird thoughts in his mind.
He remembered that there were many classic web novels in the past that were filled with a large number of idiotic plots where the main character dressed in poverty entered a high-end clothing store and was ridiculed by the passersby. Then, the main character showed off his incredible wealth and slapped them in the face.
But now, Irin was wearing a dirty patient's gown, and the citizens of Gotham were still so warm … He had to admit that just from this point alone, the people of Gotham City were really simple.
After the high-end evening gown was custom-made …
The moment Irin received the black evening gown from the enthusiastic shop assistant, the attributes of the equipment appeared in front of his eyes.
…
[Elegant Gentleman's Suit]
[Grade] None
[Durability] 200200
[Effect] You will be the prettiest guy on the street when wearing this!
[Description] As the rising star of Gotham's criminal world, you won't pay, right? Right?
…
As for this attribute …
Irin felt that he was speechless …
But then again …
The workmanship was quite good.
The durability actually reached 200 points.
Although it was a gradeless piece of equipment without any attribute enhancement, it was at least twice as good as the [Patient's Uniform] he was wearing.
To be precise, it was four times as good.
In the full-body mirror …
Irin was wearing an elegant black gentleman's evening gown, and there was an inexplicable feeling to it.
He felt that he looked very pleasing to the eye.
"It seems that something is still missing …"
Irin, wearing the gentleman's suit, went around the store to choose.
…
[Received "Elegant Gloves"!]
[Received "Gentleman's Hat That Won't Fall"!]
[Received "Crocodile Leather Shoes That Are Hard to Wear"!]
…
The name was quite intimidating.
But the attributes … were just that.
It did not hurt or itch, so it was not worth mentioning.
It was just a piece of equipment with paywalls.
Irin lowered the brim of his hat and smiled slightly.
"Dear sir, the total here is …"
Before the shop assistant could finish, Irin directly interrupted him.
Money wasn't important.
Anyway, Irin did not intend to pay.
Irin smiled slightly. "Now … robbery."
…
…
"F * ck!"
After the two police officers received the report, they rushed to the clothing store.
After a round of crazy driving in the city, they were more or less sober.
The custom-made clothes here were very famous and extremely expensive.
It was said that almost all of the clothes worn by the richest man in Gotham, Bruce Wayne, when he attended parties, were made here.
"It's that damned Eduard Rin again?"
"What did he rob this time?"
“What？ An evening gown? Why did he rob these? "
It was said that after the mysterious Eduard Rin robbed and left, he also left a small card with a warm reminder.
On the back of the card was the same hand-drawn question mark.
On the front of the card was a line of confusing words.
[The elegant gentleman is ready to go, hurrying to the black and white giant beast. The elegant gentleman is about to steal the sleeping fireworks, ushering in a lively celebration for the lonely Gotham.]
Signed:
[Soon to be Gotham's good neighbor, Eduard Rin. Respectfully.]
Bang bang bang bang!
Provocation!
This was a blatant provocation!
The two police officers fired wildly at the ceiling.
"Officer, is that a criminal?"
The beautiful blonde sales assistant's eyes suddenly flashed with anticipation as she asked in a sweet voice.
"Criminal! He committed a capital crime! "
When the blonde sales assistant heard this, she suddenly took out a …
Mini submachine gun!
Then she started to giggle.
…
…
"Eduard Rin?"
Irin silently savored this mischievous name.
In principle, if he wanted to imitate the Riddler's crime, he should be named "Rin Nygma".
But Irin still felt that it was weird.
Something was obviously wrong when he read it.
Therefore, he could only rely on his preference.
Time: Dusk.
【17:35】
The sun was setting in the west, leaving half of the sun hanging at the edge of the mountain.
Location: Black and White Giant Beast.
Yi Lin chuckled as he looked at the building that was painted in black and white and had a peculiar style.
Above the door.
There was a solemn sign hanging above.
“GothamPoliceStation”。
Official translation:
[Gotham Police].
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