James Gordon Jr. paid the money silently.
Five dollars.
Slightly expensive.
But that was not important.
James Gordon Jr. waved his hand and chased the postman away. He then flipped the new notice letter over.
Needless to say, it was that damned "Riddler Gentleman" again.
He was almost certain that this mysterious "Riddler Gentleman" must be related to the former Riddler.
Whether it was his style of doing things or his deliberately mystifying riddles.
But it seemed to be different from the Riddler.
The Riddler Gentleman did not commit many crimes, so James Gordon Jr. could not come up with a conclusion in such a short period of time.
There was a new puzzle written on the notice letter.
[I split the world into two. I will welcome the midnight bell and walk towards the first light of dawn in Gotham. A half-human, half-beast God will descend. I will twist off the God's head with goat horns and use it to carry Gotham's second firework, igniting the torrent from winter to summer.]
Signed:
[The passionate "Riddler Gentleman", Eduard Rin, regards.]
James Gordon Jr.'s gaze was cold. He was so angry that he almost tore the card in his hand.
His right hand clenched the card tightly.
When the card became wrinkled, James Gordon Jr. slowly smoothed out the cardboard card again.
Fortunately, the card was of good quality. Otherwise, the words would have been unreadable.
"Sir!"
"F * ck … kkkk! Who bombed our Gotham Police! "
At this time, the Gotham police who saw the explosion nearby drove their police cars back to the police station.
When they saw the former Gotham landmark, Gotham Police, blown into ruins, they were so shocked that their eyes widened. They could not recover from the shock for a long time.
This, this, this, it was blown up?
Everything was fine, and it was gone just like that?
Gradually, dozens of Gotham police returned to the "former" Gotham Police.
"Hmph!"
James Gordon Jr. looked at the time.
According to the notice letter, the crime should have been committed after midnight.
It seemed that the Riddler Gentleman was preparing something.
Only then could he commit the next crime.
There were still more than five hours until midnight, which was also 12: 00 AM.
There was plenty of time!
Suddenly.
A cold smile gradually appeared on James Gordon Jr.'s lips.
…
…
To tell the truth.
Irin was not very good at riddles.
It was something that could have been said in one sentence, but he had to divide it into several parts and take a long breath to finish it. Furthermore, others might not be able to understand it even if he said it.
In Irin's eyes, this kind of behavior was somewhat boring.
But there was nothing Irin could do.
After all, in the novel, Gotham City liked this kind of atmosphere.
It seemed like The Legend of the Riddler was only second to The Legend of the Joker and The Legend of the Joker. It was the third best selling book in Gotham.
Night fell.
The entire city of Gotham was no longer as silent as it used to be at night.
On the contrary, it became even more lively.
The sounds of gunfire, noise, and cannons were pleasing to the ear.
It came from all over the city, and it seemed like it never stopped.
"Looks like the others are also working hard."
The entire city was brightly lit.
Rays of dazzling light intertwined in the sky above the city and landed on the dark clouds above Gotham City. It looked very stylish.
Irin was wearing a pure black tuxedo and slowly walked out from the darkness.
The night was his world.
Especially when he was wearing a black suit.
When he activated the Shadow Pursuit skill, as long as he hid in the darkness, no one would be able to discover his presence.
At least, until now, no one had.
Knock knock knock.
This was the sound of the scepter gently knocking on the limestone floor.
The air of Gotham City was gradually filled with the smell of gunpowder.
It came with the wind.
Irin held the brim of his hat and raised his head.
In front of him was an ancient clock tower.
At the top of the clock tower, the two giant needles were moving in a certain rhythm. Irin could even faintly hear the crisp sound of gears behind the clock tower.
Irin silently looked at the "Patek Juli" watch in his hand.
【21:33】
There was plenty of time.
Irin's mouth suddenly revealed a devilish smile.
— -Wrong.
Irin quickly changed to another smile, the kind that was as light as the wind and clouds.
He almost fell out of character.
He suddenly thought of the Movie King Li Changge.
This unique style of Gotham City, if that guy were to act it out, it would probably be more realistic.
The Gotham Clock Tower was also a landmark building.
Twenty years ago, when the villains of Gotham City were the most rampant, it was said that this clock tower had been bombed countless times by that group of people.
After all these years of repairs, the Gotham Clock Tower finally managed to survive that era of gunfire.
The lock of the clock tower was already rusted.
In the simple and honest Gotham City, no one dared to take the risk of "committing a crime" to break into the "forbidden" clock tower, so it seemed that the lock had never been changed.
A full twenty years.
The newly repaired clock tower, after twenty years of recuperation, finally had a bit more of a "historical site" feel.
Irin held the rusted lock and stared at it for a few seconds.
Suddenly, he laughed.
"Hehe …"
Then, he took out Blood Jasmine, raised his hand, and cut the lock directly.
It was not difficult at all.
There was no one inside the clock tower.
Of course.
It would be strange if there was someone inside.
Of course, it was not necessarily strange.
Irin took out a pen and paper from his pocket, the kind that he had snatched back.
There was no light in the clock tower.
Irin was a little helpless. He could only walk out of the clock tower and silently write a small card.
After he finished writing, he read it three times from the beginning to the end and carefully blacked out the question mark on the back. He was finally satisfied.
After he finished all the preparations, Irin began to walk up the clock tower step by step.
When he was about to reach the top of the clock tower.
Suddenly.
Irin's footsteps stopped.
He thought for a moment.
To be safe, he temporarily put away the "Scepter of Question Marks" and took out another card from the storage dimension.
After he crushed it, the gray card turned into a brand new black umbrella in Irin's hand.
Along the way, Irin passed by the maintenance room of the clock tower.
There were many complicated and huge gears running inside.
Under the drive of the clockwork, they made a rhythmic clicking sound.
He walked up further and reached the top of the clock tower.
It was an empty rooftop.
He didn't know what kind of weird design this clock tower had, but there was actually an empty platform above the clock tower.
It was said that the designer added the structure himself during the last repair.
Did he think that the villains could not run fast enough?
Irin also felt that this design was a little strange.
But when he thought about it carefully, this was Gotham City. It was not strange to refer to the short stories in the best-selling books.
The people of Gotham City were simple and honest. Perhaps the designer who repaired the clock tower had created this platform to make it easier for the villains to escape from the clock tower.
After all, in the history of Gotham City, too many stories had happened in the Gotham clock tower.
Looking down from the platform, even though Gotham City was technologically advanced, there was an eerie gothic vibe to it. The tracks, trains, pipes, smoke, and sewers gave off a feeling of prosperity and depression at the same time.
Tut tut tut —
Suddenly, on the street about two kilometers away from the clock tower.
A large area of fire appeared.
Bang.
There was also a grenade.
Then, a round figure silently flew into the air.
Then, it landed back on the street.
"Oh, it's Fatso!"
Irin was very sure.
From the looks of it, Li Erpang was still struggling.
Click!
At this moment —
Irin suddenly heard the sound of a bullet being loaded behind him.
"Riddle Gentleman, raise your hands!"
Irin admired the unique night view of Gotham City.
"Eduard Rin! Raise your hands! "
Yi Lin turned around and smiled faintly.
His expression did not show any surprise.
"The current Gotham Police Captain, James Gordon Jr., it's an honor to meet you."
Irin bowed slightly and gracefully to James Gordon Jr., a standard gentleman's etiquette.
"You are the Riddle Gentleman?"
James Gordon Jr. raised his gun steadily and pointed it at Irin's head. His finger was on the trigger.
Although the light at the top of the clock tower was dim, with the intertwining lights in the sky above the city, he could still tell that Eduard Rin, who called himself the "Riddle Gentleman", looked very young.
But what's with that unhurried and unhurried calmness?
James Gordon Jr. could clearly tell that Irin did not have any weapons in his hands.
Except for … a black umbrella.
Wait.
Umbrella?
James Gordon Jr. suddenly remembered another name that resounded throughout Gotham City twenty years ago.
Penguin Man.
His weapon was also a black umbrella.
But —
As everyone knew, Penguin Man and the Riddle Man did not have a good relationship. Even if the Riddle Gentleman was related to the former Riddle Man, it was impossible for him to take the umbrella from Penguin Man.
This could be a poor imitation of a crime.
Chief Gordon had a guess in his heart.
"I have solved your riddle!"
Chief Gordon smiled coldly. "You poor criminal, do you really think you are the Riddle Man? According to the laws of Gotham City, the crimes you have committed are enough to sentence you to death ten thousand times! "
As he spoke, Chief Gordon's finger trembled slightly.
As if he was about to pull the trigger!
"Hehe —"
Actually, before Yi Lin climbed up the bell tower, he already knew that someone had stepped onto the bell tower before him.
Based on the Gotham City tour guide, if the description of James Gordon Jr. was correct, it should be this person who had 'solved' the puzzle that Chen Ge had set up and arrived at this place beforehand.
The lock had traces of being unlocked.
"Interesting."
James Gordon Jr. was very meticulous. In order to prevent Irin from discovering that someone had set up an ambush in the clock tower, he had asked others to relock the clock tower after he reached the clock tower, creating the illusion that no one had been there before.
Irin's sudden laughter made James Gordon Jr.'s pupils shrink.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Are you sure you have solved my riddle?"
In the darkness, Irin stared at Gordon Jr.'s eyes, bright and full of expression.
They were like two stars in the darkness.
"Stepping on the midnight bell, is it not referring to the clock tower? Your appearance here is proof that I have solved the riddle. "
Irin smiled slightly, his fingers gently rubbing the handle of the umbrella.
"My riddle is not just this one sentence, you know?"
"Moreover, now … it is not midnight yet."
"..."
Gordon Jr. was speechless, but soon, he composed himself and aimed the gun at Irin.
"No matter what the answer is, you, the clumsy Gotham criminal, you will die here!"
"Do you want to know the answer?"
Gordon was stunned.
He nodded almost subconsciously.
In the past few hours, he had been racking his brains to think of the answer to this riddle.
However, other than the first two sentences, the rest of the sentences left him confused.
He could not figure it out at all.
His heart was itching.
It was the kind of itching that could not be quenched if he did not know the answer to the riddle.
Irin seemed to have already seen through Chief Gordon's thoughts. Even with a gun pointed at him, he did not move.
Moreover, Irin's perception had already spread out. Even if he showed signs of firing, Irin did not panic.
There was a backup plan.
Irin's expression gave Chief Gordon the illusion that he was the one who was pointed at with a gun.
But … that was not important!
He had the upper hand!
He was the one who had a gun in his hand!
No one could commit a crime in Gotham!
Criminals had to die!
This … was his Gotham!
Not anyone else's Gotham.
Irin laughed again.
"Let me give you a hint."
James Gordon Jr.: "?"
Irin suddenly said loudly, "The hint is … from this moment onwards, let the world feel pain."
James Gordon Jr.: "???"
In an instant.
Irin's voice had just faded.
James Gordon Jr. felt as if there was a loud bang in his head. His vision turned black and he fell backward.
Thump.
A flower bloomed behind his head.
After an unknown period of time.
James Gordon Jr. opened his eyes again.
The damned criminal was no longer in front of him!
He hurriedly got up from the ground and looked down from the top of the clock tower.
The bottom of the clock tower was surrounded by police cars.
Was he caught?
Or did he escape?
Wait a minute.
From the top of the clock tower, the Riddler Gentleman could not have jumped down from here unscathed, right?
Even the famous Riddler from twenty years ago could not have reached such a level.
It's not like he's Batman, who can go anywhere!
James Gordon Jr.'s expression turned cold when he thought of that name.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of his head.
His head was a little dizzy.
Gordon Jr. reached out and touched the back of his head. It was dripping with blood.
He gritted his teeth and ignored it.
Suddenly, he found a small white card at the corner of the platform.
“！”
Gordon Jr. did not even care about the wound on his head. He picked up the small card and looked at it. His eyes widened.
He saw a line of words written on the card.
It was still a puzzle.
But this time, it was a well-known puzzle. Anyone who had read the best-selling book "The Legend of the Riddler" would know the answer to it!
[I exist in reality. I am absurd in reality. You can deduce me. You can create me. Who am I?]
Signed:
[Friendly neighbor of Gotham City. A warm reminder. The Riddler Gentleman, Eduard Rin. Yours sincerely.]
James Gordon Jr. tore the card into pieces expressionlessly.
The card was quite hard.
It took a little effort to tear it apart.
But the card still broke.
It floated down from the top of the clock tower.
Like fine snow.
"Lies!"
— This was the answer.
The answer that every citizen of Gotham knew.
After all, it was too classic.
It was written in the book.
James Gordon Jr. had read it when he was young. He was obsessed with it for a while.
Cough cough … In short, this was the warm reminder from the "Riddler Gentleman."
Was it referring to the lie hidden in the first puzzle?
Was that why he came to the clock tower?
Was he the one who was deceived?
Was he just a clumsy imitator?
"What did the Riddler Gentleman do just now? Why did I suddenly faint?"
Chief Gordon frowned. His expression became colder.
There was a hint of hatred in his voice.
"But why didn't he kill me?"
"Could it be … I'm not worth it for him to kill me?"
"Damn it …"
Chief Gordon let out a low growl.
But he did not forget his duty.
He quickly walked down the clock tower, took out a flashlight from his waist, and carefully searched the interior of the clock tower.
It was very likely that the "Riddler Gentleman" was still in the clock tower and had not escaped.
Sheriff Gordon would not allow himself to let go of any possibility.
…
…
No one noticed.
In the dark night.
On the other side of the clock tower.
A black figure wearing a black tuxedo, a black gentleman's hat, spotless white gloves, and an umbrella in one hand slowly floated down from the sky.
Elegant, evil, the figure was like a noble dancing in the dark night.
The night was his dance floor.
Unfortunately, he lacked a dance partner.
Irin landed steadily on the ground and put away the umbrella.
Not far away, the ear-piercing sirens continued, flashing red and blue lights.
Irin smiled slightly and continued to maintain Shadow Following, silently hiding in the dark.
"As expected … the 'riddles' copied from the book can't be triggered?"
Irin, who was gradually moving away from the clock tower, whispered in the dark.
But it was normal. Irin had expected this. He was just being naughty and did an experiment on a whim.
After turning another corner, Irin suddenly felt his body sink.
On the upper right corner of the apostle panel, the icon of a buff with wings suddenly disappeared.
The time was just right.
Ah no, it was a little too late.
Irin and James Gordon Jr. facing each other at the top of the clock tower was indeed an accident, but not completely an accident.
There were two layers to the riddles he set up.
The most idiotic layer, and the second layer hidden in the depths of the lie.
Irin's original plan A was to leave a card at the location indicated by the first layer of the lie.
If someone found the clock tower at midnight and saw the card deliberately left behind, it might add some mystery and legend to the name "Riddler Gentleman."
Even if it was just a little, it was not a loss.
As for what was written on the card?
The Riddler Gentleman was here?
I want the sky to cover my eyes?
My riddles to your heart?
These were all not important. Anyway, Irin's final plan was plan B.
There were a total of nine plans A1 to A9. The moment Irin saw the rusty lock, he abandoned all of them.
He made a new series of plans.
The Spiritual Path allowed one's mind to work that quickly and willfully.
"Hehe, now, in Chief Gordon's heart, a seed should have been planted, right?"
"Next, some people should make their appearance, right?"
Irin knew that the journey to restore Gotham City's glory had just begun.
Hiding in the darkness.
Irin took out … a bunch of cards from his storage space.
Every hand.
It was like a hand of thirteen cards.
Upon closer inspection, they were all the same color, ah no, the same picture.
…
[Enhanced TNT Bomb]
[Grade] Normal
[Effect] Other than explosion, what else do you want to use it for?
[Description] Yes, explosion is the real art!
…
Irin looked at the hand of cards.
He had a headache.
Would the next hand be a King Bomb? Or a King Bomb plus King Bomb plus King Bomb?
This was the military stockpile that Gotham City had accumulated for 20 years with zero crimes!
…
…
Suddenly!
At this moment —
The sky above Irin's head in Gotham City became brighter.
Countless spotlights seemed to be controlled by someone as they gathered in the center of Gotham City.
All the lights gathered together as if they were waiting for some kind of existence to descend.
"Cough cough cough cough —"
A cough came from Gotham City's broadcast and echoed through the night sky.
Immediately after, a figure appeared in the center of the light pillar.
The figure was wearing a tight purple suit that did not fit him well. His face was painted with a strange Joker's face. Under the contrast of the paint, the corners of his mouth looked strange and unpredictable.
This was —
A 3D projection?
Wait a minute.
Irin suddenly frowned.
This person looked a little familiar.
"Kekeke —"
"Lades and Genlemen — Kekeke —"
The man in the suit suddenly let out a sharp and strange sound with a hint of madness as he laughed loudly.
Accompanied by Gotham City's broadcast system, the laughter was extremely ear-piercing.
"I, Joker, am back!"
Irin was slightly stunned.
This voice —
It was Pan Zhengyi!
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