Maybe it was because of his ability to make money.
Or maybe it was because of the deep love that the citizens of Gotham had for Bruce Wayne.
Or maybe it was because of Bruce Wayne's unconcealable charisma.
In short, when Irin and the legendary Bruce Wayne sat face to face, all the helicopters stopped attacking at the same time, allowing the two of them to have a long conversation on the rooftop of Wayne Building.
The atmosphere suddenly became harmonious.
Beams of light gathered on the two of them.
"Damn it! What did I just see? "
"Who is the Riddler Gentleman?"
"Bruce Wayne is drinking red wine with the Riddler Gentleman?!"
"My God, I think today must be the second April Fool's Day."
Fortunately, Irin could not hear the gradually changing tone of the translation in the communication channel.
He could only say that.
Investor Daddy was awesome.
Irin smiled at Bruce Wayne, poured himself another half glass of red wine, and shook it.
"Didn't you guess it?"
Bruce Wayne nodded. "The river of the void is everywhere, and there is no place it does not go. This refers to the rail system that is spread all over Gotham City … To take the crown of the old king … hehe.
Old Bruce chuckled and paused for a moment. He didn't continue to dwell on this riddle. Then, he frowned and revealed a puzzled expression. "However, how is the time of the crime hidden in the riddle? Forgive me for being blunt, but the first half of your riddle … In my opinion, it is more like useless nonsense. "
"That's right, it is nonsense."
Irin admitted it openly, without any embarrassment on his face.
“？”
Bruce Wayne heard this and was suddenly stunned.
"Yes, the content in the first half of the riddle is all nonsense that has nothing to do with decryption. The real useful riddle to hide the 'time of the crime' is actually only one sentence …"
"Breaking the barrier between reality and illusion."
Irin laughed, then reached out his hand and gently pointed at the Patek Turquoise watch on his wrist.
Of course, Irin had no intention of showing off his wealth at this moment.
Bruce Wayne probably did not think that Irin had such intentions.
No one could flaunt their wealth in front of him.
He vaguely remembered that there was a box of these watches in the utility room, but he was too lazy to take them out to match.
And what Bruce Wayne noticed was …
The hands of the watch … didn't move at all.
It froze at 00: 00!
He suddenly remembered that in the video.
Irin seemed to have inadvertently aimed his wristwatch at the camera when he bowed in a gentlemanly manner.
So this … was the biggest hint!
The video lasted for more than two minutes, but the watch didn't change at all.
This was the riddle of the time of the crime!
No wonder Irin chose to use a video to solve the puzzle!
It was no wonder that Yi Lin would spout a bunch of nonsense in front of the puzzle that no one could understand!
So that was how it was!
So that was how it was!
Bruce Wayne was enlightened by Irin's reminder.
Also, about the sentence "A gentleman will descend in the center of the fireworks".
As long as all the locations that Irin had bombed were connected, the center of the connection was … Wayne Building!
The riddle … was solved!
The riddle that made the whole of Gotham obsessed with had such a simple answer!
But … it was full of mysteries!
"Hahahahaha —"
Bruce Wayne laughed happily.
Interesting!
Interesting!
Interesting!
He did not expect the answer to be so simple, but it had fooled the whole of Gotham, including himself … the once brave and intelligent Batman, Bruce Wayne!
"I lost!"
Bruce Wayne's expression was joyful as he drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp.
It was extremely carefree.
This was a duel that no one knew about.
A duel that crossed dimensions, crossed time and space, and was brought together by the fate of the "tower", a duel of intelligence between two wise men!
Bruce Wayne openly admitted that he had lost!
He had lost to the intelligence that he was most proud of.
Could it be that Bruce Wayne had always been proud of his money?
Or the various equipment?
Or the martial arts that had reached the pinnacle?
Or perhaps it was her unstoppable charm?
No —
It was actually … intelligence!
"Phew —"
Bruce Wayne put down the empty wine glass.
It was silent.
He stood up with a smile on his face and cracked his neck.
Crack, crack.
After all, he was getting old.
"Next … to take down the crown that was once looked upon by darkness? I would like to personally witness the methods of the 'Riddling Gentleman' Eduard Rin. "
Irin lowered his head.
It was about time.
If he delayed any longer, James Gordon Jr., who was so angry that he was on the verge of a brain hemorrhage, would probably use even more crazy methods.
The atmosphere in Gotham was gradually becoming strange.
If it was not for the fact that he wanted to complete the second main mission and strive for a higher rating, Irin would not have been in the limelight under everyone's gazes.
Everything … was part of the plan.
The only thing that exceeded Irin's calculations in this plan was Pan Zhengyi.
He did not expect Pan Zhengyi to come out of the blue with a public cosplay show and snatch away the points of others.
It was simply … inexplicable.
However, the brain of a psychopath could not be understood by normal people.
Perhaps … it was that guy's intuition?
But —
It did not affect the overall situation.
Before Irin traded with the other apostles, he had roughly calculated how many sin points they could obtain from the TNT bombs in their hands.
Of course, if Li Erpang or someone else failed and did not cause the other buildings to explode like Irin's plan, Irin also had a backup plan.
He silently looked at Bruce Wayne.
His gaze was as if he was looking at a pile of rich points.
"Hehe."
Irin smiled slightly, stood up, and lowered the brim of his hat.
Bruce Wayne had already gotten into position.
He had the feeling that "I can fight all day long".
Irin suddenly raised two fingers.
Bruce Wayne: "!"
Gotham: "!"
The Riddler Gentleman had already become the focus of the entire Gotham.
Even earlier, when Irin was drinking and chatting with the richest man, Bruce Wayne, there were also reporters hiding behind the tactical helicopters in a private helicopter. They immediately started a live broadcast of the rooftop of Wayne Building.
The paparazzi of Gotham City lived up to their reputation.
"This is GBC, this is GBC, I am your favorite hot Didi, dear!"
"Because the Gotham Gazette and WXYZ Radio Station were bombed, they were all bombed. Now, the legendary criminal will be exclusively reported by GBC, an exclusive report!"
"Look! What is that! The Riddler Gentleman raised two fingers! Two fingers! Oh my god, is he going to announce his victory to the richest man, Bruce Wayne? "
"No! No! No! The Riddler Gentleman pressed down one finger! He pressed down — pressed down — pressed down one finger! "
Breaking sound —
Boom!
The moment Irin pressed down one finger.
The unmanned tactical helicopter "B78" that had been hovering above Wayne Building suddenly exploded in the air.
Without any warning!
It exploded! It exploded!
Gotham, which had been bombed once, exploded again!
Just when everyone's attention, including Bruce Wayne, was attracted by the bright fireworks blooming from the explosion of the helicopter in the sky, something happened.
Even if it was only for a moment.
It was enough for Irin to make his next move.
Under the power of psychokinesis, he flicked his wrist and threw out the last [TNT Bomb Card] at an angle that no one noticed.
The card was too small, the spotlights were too bright, and the fireworks were too bright. With all these factors combined, even Bruce Wayne, who was a few steps away, did not notice Irin's little move.
Boom!
There was another explosion!
Two consecutive explosions … no consecutive explosions!
This was the last bomb Irin had!
It was also the end of this explosive night!
The last of Gotham's fireworks.
It completely lit up Gotham's former glory!
When everyone heard the explosion, they all clamped their legs together tightly.
It was too, too, too, too exciting!
Another explosion!
Another explosion!
This time, the one that was blown up was actually —
The "W" logo of Wayne Building!
That was the symbol of Wayne Building. Even when Gotham's villains wreaked havoc twenty years ago, no one could take it off … the symbol of Gotham's richest man!
Suddenly.
Bruce Wayne turned his head.
His pupils shrank slightly.
The Riddler Gentleman, Eduard Rin … disappeared!
Just like that … he disappeared into thin air in front of him, Bruce Wayne.
"When?"
Bruce Wayne's attention was diverted by the explosion for less than two seconds.
He felt the tremors from the entire Wayne Building.
Soon, thick smoke billowed out from the explosion and flew into the sky.
The fire alarm in the entire Wayne Building rang frantically.
But Bruce Wayne did not care.
This building was very sturdy. It would not collapse after one or two explosions.
As for maintenance?
It was not expensive anyway.
"The Crown of the Great Old King? So that's what it was referring to? "
Bruce Wayne suddenly understood, and his smile gradually froze.
However.
What he did not know was.
In Irin's plan B, if the other people did not have enough criminal value, this "Crown of the Great Old King" was indeed referring to his own head.
This was the so-called … double entendre.
Gotham City.
James Gordon Jr. happened to be standing in front of Wayne Building.
He saw with his own eyes that the flashing neon "W" logo was blown to pieces in an instant.
Bang bang bang.
Pieces of the signboard, glass, reinforced concrete, and the wreckage of the falling helicopter fell from the sky. Countless debris fell from the sky.
But now, the entire Gotham had been plowed by all kinds of explosions. It was already unrecognizable and chaotic.
The explosion from Wayne Building was just icing on the cake.
And just as Irin detonated the last "TNT bomb" and destroyed the "W" logo above Wayne Building.
A line of words suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
[In the name of "The Riddler Gentleman," you destroyed "Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham City, the signboard of Wayne Building." Obtained Sin Points + 80000!]
[Main Mission 2: Restore Gotham City to its former glory! Mission completed!]
[Rewards will be issued according to the "Sinner List" ranking!]
"…"
The words paused for a moment.
Was the system lagging?
Impossible, right?
Three seconds later.
The mission reward finally appeared. Thousands of pear blossoms … Uh, no, the mission reward rolled in.
[Reward received: Completion Rating + 1!]
“！”
There was actually such a reward?
Irin pondered for a moment in mid-air.
He felt that something was not right.
The rewards of these two main missions …
Seemed to be calculated after clearing the level?
In other words … if he did not get out of the trial alive, then the reward did not need to be honored?
What was the difference between this and an empty promise?
…
And almost at the same time.
In Gotham City.
No matter if it was chaos or chaos.
Or if it was fleeing like a rat.
Or if it was giggling.
Or if it was silently showing off its muscles.
In front of all the apostles, a "Main Mission 2 Completed" notification appeared.
However, no one knew what the reward for each apostle was.
"That's it? That's it? That's it? "
Second Fatty Li's slap created a gap in the crowd in front of him. There were many bullet holes on his body that were bleeding profusely. His Black Goose-Man uniform was already riddled with holes, leaving only a pair of underpants that covered his private parts. At least he didn't fall to the pitiful state of running around naked.
At this time, after receiving the mission completion notification, Li Erpang opened the "Sinner List" as he ran.
…
[Sinner List]
[Gotham Sinner Degree] 10000001000000 (100.00%)
[Irin] 557771 (55.78%)
[Pan Zhengyi] 270255 (27.03%)
[Li Erpang] 83216 (8.32%)
[Zhu Yun'er] 54432 (5.44%)
[Su Xiaosu] 34326 (3.43%)
…
“！”
Depraved, depraved, depraved!
Heinous sin!
This was a violation of the Heavenly Law!
But that was not the case.
Li Erpang was very sad.
He clearly remembered that Pan Zhengyi, that idiot, had a Sin Points of 255 before he took action.
After this round of acting cool, his sinner points had increased by 270,000.
What did this mean?
It meant that other than the two cosplay shows, Pan Zhengyi did nothing else.
He had soared to the second place on the Sinner List!
He had become the second place on Gotham's Sinner List!
Li Erpang was really jealous.
Hate?
It seemed a little.
In short, it was not a good feeling.
…
…
Back in the sky above Wayne Building.
Whether it was the combat helicopter or the media helicopter.
They all witnessed this scene with their own eyes.
After the explosion, the Riddling Gentleman Eduard Rin had disappeared from the top of Wayne Building!
James Gordon Jr, who was commanding everything, was stunned for two seconds after receiving this information. But in an instant, he also reacted!
He remembered the scene at the clock tower.
He remembered the scene when the Riddling Gentleman descended from the sky.
He understood!
He understood!
There was only one truth!
"The Riddling Gentleman can fly! Everyone, pay attention. Scatter the spotlights around Wayne Building and find that damned criminal! "
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
"Roger!"
All the helicopters received the order from James Gordon Jr almost at the same time.
In an instant, all the spotlights moved away from the rooftop of Wayne Building.
He searched for the criminal who had committed heinous crimes.
A few seconds later.
"Found him!"
"On the west side of Wayne Building! About 40 floors! It's the umbrella that the Riddling Gentleman used to land! "
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh —
All the spotlights gathered.
"Shoot! Kill! "
When James Gordon Jr heard the great news on the channel, he waved his hand without hesitation.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Let the blood of the Riddling Gentleman bloom in the sky of Gotham!
Why not kill this kind of person for Christmas?
Tut tut tut tut —
The combat helicopters in the circle opened fire one after another, turning the black umbrella into a sieve.
None of the umbrellas could survive this kind of firepower.
Wait a minute …
Umbrella?
Where was he?
After the passion, ah no, after the shooting, all the pilots on the helicopters were dumbfounded.
"Go, Go, Go —"
James Gordon Jr: "?"
Were they too excited?
"Chief Gordon, there's only an umbrella there, no one!"
"The Riddling Gentleman, Eduard Rin, disappeared again!"
“！”
Gotham: "!"
Pa.
James Gordon Jr smashed the police cap on his head on the ground again.
Pa pa pa.
A few strands of his blonde hair fell out.
…
…
While the others were pondering the ranking on the crime list.
Before James Gordon Jr's hair fell out.
Before the helicopters shot the umbrella.
Irin was a little busy.
After using two consecutive explosions to divert everyone's attention, Yi Lin took advantage of the fact that the effects of the two "magical buffs" had yet to wear off to directly activate "Following Shadow" and silently hid in the darkness.
His presence was reduced by 100%. At that moment, even Bruce Wayne did not notice when Irin disappeared in front of him.
It was just a moment.
Irin's ability to grasp the timing of his skills was almost perfect.
But —
Irin was still in mid-air.
In fact, no one knew that his landing with the umbrella was just a gimmick and a cover.
The black umbrella in his hand … was really just an ordinary umbrella.
There was nothing special about it.
Of course, it was not the "ordinary" series.
Irin was just trying to create the illusion that the Riddler Gentleman landed with an "umbrella"!
To be precise, it was an illusion that the Riddler Gentleman had to land with an umbrella.
The truth was that the black umbrella didn't have any other use other than making him look cool.
Irin landed on the floor one by one.
He was empty-handed.
There was no umbrella.
In the darkness, Irin silently released "psychokinesis" tentacles and "pulled" his body toward the wall.
Originally, under normal circumstances, with the strength of his current "Psychokinesis", this was basically an impossible operation to pull off.
But in this kind of slow landing situation, it was very easy to do.
Irin stuck to a floor.
Blood Jasmine poked the glass and broke it. In the next two seconds, Irin disappeared outside Wayne Building.
"Oh, as expected, I knew that the richest man with hundreds of millions would not let Wayne Building lose power."
Irin patted the dust off his body.
His pure black tuxedo was spotless.
He lowered the brim of his hat.
Irin silently took the elevator.
Three minutes later.
James Gordon Jr, who was shedding his hair, did not notice that a gentleman as elegant as a noble swaggered out of the main entrance of Wayne Building.
In the blink of an eye, he blended into the darkness and disappeared.
At night, it was the gentleman's world.
…
…
Buzz —
Dr. Jack silently turned off the TV.
Yes.
What was playing on the TV was a special program broadcast by Gotham's only GBC Broadcasting Company.
"Riddler Gentleman" special.
And it was a live broadcast.
Dr. Jack smiled slightly.
He sat in his office and subconsciously reached out, wanting to take something out.
"Oh, I almost forgot, I don't need a key here anymore."
Dr. Jack opened the drawer directly.
There was a small hole where the lock was.
If Irin saw this scene, he would definitely not be unfamiliar with it.
Because this hole was dug by him with his own hands.
It left a deep impression.
Dr. Jack's expression did not change at all.
He carefully took out all the miscellaneous items in the drawer, such as mirrors, cosmetics, lipsticks, notes, small notebooks, and the like.
And in the innermost part of the drawer.
He did not know when it started, but he had hidden a small box.
Dr. Jack silently rubbed the box.
Suddenly, he sighed.
"Those old fellows also need further treatment …"
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