"Whatever you want."

Luo Sheng calmly took out the bottle of medicine from his pocket.

"There are five more slices in it, I don't know what will become of it if I eat it, in fact, I'm quite curious, what will happen if the Joker eats it, or if Batman eats this thing, hehe."

Luo Sheng sneered twice and smashed the medicine bottle on the stove.

Both of their eyes were focused on this bottle of pills at this moment......

Three minutes later.

A man in a black mask and a black suit walked out of the shop again.

Everything around him seemed cut off from him.

This is the man who can terrify the whole of Gotham.

"Let's go find that person."

The words fell, and the man disappeared into the night.

Then, several sneaky men appeared at the front of the store, with buckets of gasoline in their hands.

At this time.

In a house somewhere in Gotham.

Edward Nigma was drinking from a measuring glass, a smile on his face.

He had designed to kill five councillors and left riddles, but none of the stupid cops could see it.

"Lalala~, Lulala~"

Ed walked briskly to the side of the cabinet and picked up a pair of very old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses.

"Miss Collinger, you'll cheer for me, too."

"Heers, just for you, a cowardly murderer, don't be funny."

At that moment, Ed's door was kicked open, and the man in a black suit and a smiley mask was standing in the gate.

This time, Ed wasn't as panicked as he had been.

His expression looked calm.

Even most people will be a little frightened by this kind of look.

"It's you again, what's the matter, don't pretend to be oxygen-absorbing sheep, do you use your set of standards again?"

Ed poured a glass of red wine lightly.

The other party's performance surprised the crazy chef.

As normal.

A person like Ed would definitely be frightened to see a criminal and a madman of the level of Crazy Chef.

But the other party is so calm now.

There are only a few reasons for that.

The first reason is that the other party feels that the other party is not their opponent.

The second is that the other party thinks that the person in front of him is the same kind as himself, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

"It looks like you've had some special encounter, but it doesn't seem to have much to do with it, I just wanted to give you something good, but now it seems like it's not going to happen."

"Good stuff? Hahaha, you're just a murderer, you think you give me something that I can accept. ”

"Nothing."

The mad chef picked up the bottle of red wine and took a sip of it.

Ed raised an eyebrow.

"Ask, not everyone needs me, but some people can't lose me, I can make a lot of people do what everyone can but they can't sit in, what am I?"

"Is this for me to guess the riddle, hehe, thank you, I don't have that mind."

Ed shook his head.

"You're so boring, and you're just as stupid as all those other boring people, tell you oh, the answer is hypnotics."

"Hehe, hypnotics, where?"

"Haha, here."

The Riddler walked over to the wine bottle, picked it up, and took a deep breath, as if intoxicated.

"You know, I was going to invite another guest, but it seems like thanks to your presence that I don't need this bottle of wine?"

“GCPD！ Rason! Hands up! ”

Behind him, Gordon's voice was heard, forcing the mad cook to roll his eyes.