"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door, and Old Jack woke up from his sleep, yawned a long time, and sat up in his chair.

The clock on one wall showed that it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

"MD, is that bastard still coming?"

Jack got up in frustration and went to open the door.

He didn't think that the person outside the door was Luo Sheng.

You know, that guy always exaggerated every time he came to his store, and even he replaced the glass doors and doors of the store with wooden doors because of this incident, and the inside of the glass display cabinet was replaced with mosaics.

"Squeak~"

The door opened, and there was a man standing in the gate, looking very quietly at Jack who was standing in front of him.

"Hey, I'll get my mask."

Jack Clary froze.

The person in front of him was gentle and very polite, and even kept smiling like nothing, but he didn't know why, and felt a little strange.

"Hehe, hehe, Luo Sheng, I'm late enough today."

Jack said something as he went to the counter and pulled open a drawer to look for a mask.

"I said you, when you have money, you start to be proud, you used to come early in the morning and wait for me to get up, how can you let me wait for you this time, this is not good."

"Early in the morning, heh, it's a waste of time." Rason interrupted Jack very coldly.

Jack was stunned for a moment.

Yes, one moment, no more than 0.5 seconds.

Since then, Jack's expression has remained unchanged from the idiom of expressionlessness.

The black smiley mask was placed on the table, almost identical to the one drawn on Rasen's drawing paper.

The black spray paint gives a sheen on the metal.

And the smiling face designed by Luo Sheng gives people an inexplicable chill.

Maybe it's just a moon and a few vertical lines on the drawing, but after making a bumpy feeling like this in reality, it gives people the feeling that they don't know if they will suddenly bite you and tear off a piece of meat.

"Very good." Crazy Cook picked up the mask and said as he gently stroked his fingers over the mask's cheek.

Old Jack smiled.

"Well, this time there is such a big change, what story can you tell me?"

As soon as these words were asked, the mad cook looked at Jack as if he were looking at an idiot, and just pushed the door and left.

The door closes.

Jack Larry snorted.

How to say it.

"Alas, the last interesting person in Gotham is gone." Old Jack sat down on the chaise longue and smiled helplessly.

"If I had known that guy was going to disappear, I should have treated him for a drink."

……

Streets at night.

A red-haired woman returns home.

Her name is Collinger and she works in the archives of the Gotham Police Department.

Her boyfriend has a bit of a hot temper and has been beaten up in the past, and today his boyfriend invited him to dinner and seemed to be planning to apologize to her.

But she didn't know.

It's just because of her love for men that she has created a future Gotham supervillain.

Riddler.

In the original book, Edward Nigma kills Miss Collinger's boyfriend, Officer Doherty, and it is this killing that opens the Pandora run-in.

Edward appeared in the personality of the Riddler.

And now, the Riddler is standing on the side of the road with a knife in his hand.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He can endure everything, but for the person he loves to be bullied by that person!

Just then, a sturdy man dressed in gray came up from the corner of the street.

"Officer Doherty!" Ed stepped out, his lips tightly closed, his right hand hidden in his sleeve.

"Hey, Brother Riddle, what are you doing here?"

Edward Nigma said with a very serious expression, "I want you to leave Miss Collinger. ”

"What?"

Doherty was a little silly, and when she heard this at this moment, she smiled sarcastically, stepped forward step by step, and looked at Edward condescendingly.

"I kind of get it, you have a crush on my girl."

"Bang!"

A punch hit Edward's stomach, directly causing Edward, who had no fighting ability, to bend over in pain.

"How's that, do you want to punch again?"

Edward's eyes grew nervous, and the knife in his hand was about to come out.

"Poof."

The sound of a knife entering the flesh sounded, and Edward looked at Officer Doherty in front of him with a confused expression.

Many people may now think that they are nervous because Edward killed someone for the first time.

But it's not.

Because this knife was not stabbed by him at all, the place he wanted to stab was in the abdomen, but the other party used a Western kitchen knife to stab Officer Doherty from the top of the head, directly through the skull and through the mandible.

The man stood behind Doherty in this way, wearing a black mask, giving a strange sense of awe in the dark night.

Even the other party's actions were indifferent, as if they were not killing someone, but like peeling a potato.

"No, don't."

Edward sat on the ground with his ass on his butt, his heart pounding.

He was really scared, scared to the point of adrenaline rage,

This is in Gotham.

He had witnessed such a monster kill another person, and it was impossible for the other party not to kill someone.

"Poof!"

With a single force, the blade pulled the blade out of Officer Doherty's head, bringing a burst of blood.

The man looked at the blade for a long time, as if he had some impulse, but finally let go of the blade.

"Hi, Edward."

The other party put the kitchen knife back in his clothes, said hello in a somewhat hoarse voice, and bent down with him by the way.

Ed swallowed.

"You, what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing, ahahaha!" The mad cook laughed for a while, and Ed, who laughed, was stunned, not knowing what this murderer was going to do.

Five seconds later, Crazy Chef seemed to have laughed enough, and lifted his mask to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"I, help you kill this person you hate, in exchange, I need you to do something for me." The crazy chef said with a smile, but he couldn't see it because of the mask that was originally a smiling face.

"What! I don't want to kill him! I'm not going to kill! Ed still wanted to quibble.

"Oh, really?"

Madness took advantage of Ed's inattention and kicked him in the sleeve.

"Jingle Bell~"

The knife was kicked out, and Ed's face turned blue in an instant.

The crazy chef spread his hands and said, "Dear Nigma, it's not a sin to kill such a person, this is Gotham, and those who don't commit crimes are abnormal people, hehe." ”

"But, but me."

"What." Mad Cook crouched down, his red eyes looking at Ed through the hole in his mask, as if to penetrate his soul.

"What do you want to say, hehe, I'm telling you, I have time to chop your guy's ribs and stew it now, but I know you're talented! You're not the same stupid pig as Doherty, I want you to help me! ”

Ed was struck by the words.

After a few big gasps in a row, Ed raised his eyes to meet the eyes of Crazy Chef.

"What do you want me to help you......"