James Gordon Jr., silently paid.

5 US knives.

Slightly more expensive.

But it doesn't matter.

James Gordon Jr. waved away the postman and flipped the new teaser card over.

Needless to say, it's the damn "riddle gentleman" again.

He was almost certain that the mysterious "Riddler Gentleman" must be related to the former Riddler.

Whether it's the way of doing things, or the riddles that are so mysterious.

But it seems to be a little different from the Riddler.

The Riddle Gentleman doesn't commit many crimes, so James Gordon Jr. can't say why for a while.

The teaser letter has a brand new puzzle written on it.

[I divide the world into two, and I will meet the midnight bell and step towards the first light of Gotham. A half-human, half-beast god has descended, and I will twist off the god's horned head and use it to carry the second fireworks of Gotham, igniting the torrent from winter to summer. 】

Sign-off——

[The "Riddle Gentleman" with a fiery heart, Edward Rin, respectfully]

James Gordon Jr.'s eyes were cold, and he almost tore the card in his hand in anger.

He clenched the card tightly in his right hand.

It wasn't until the card became crumpled that James Gordon Jr. slowly smoothed the cardboard card back on.

Fortunately, the quality of the card is good, otherwise I would have been unable to see the handwriting clearly.

"Sir!"

“Fuc…… kkkk！ Who blew up our Gotham Police Department! ”

At this time, some Gotham policemen who saw the explosion and fire nearby, drove police cars back to the vicinity of the police station.

When they saw the Gotham Police Station, a famous landmark in the past, was blown into ruins, their eyes widened in shock, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

This, this, this, why was it blown up?

Okay, say no, it's gone?

Gradually, dozens of Gotham police officers returned to the "former" Gotham police station.

"Humph!"

James Gordon Jr. looked at the time.

According to the notice letter, the time of the crime should have been after midnight.

It seems that the riddle gentleman is going to prepare something.

to commit the next crime.

It is now more than five hours before midnight, that is, at midnight.

There's plenty of time!

Suddenly.

A cold smile gradually appeared on the corner of James Gordon Jr.'s mouth.

……

……

Let's be honest.

Irin is really not very good at playing riddles.

What can be said in one sentence has to be divided into several paragraphs, panting for breath before finishing it, and others may not be able to understand it.

In Irin's opinion, this kind of behavior is a bit boring.

But Irin couldn't help it.

Who let Gotham City like this tone in the book?

It seems that the book "The Legend of the Riddler" has become the third best-selling Gotham thrilling book series after "The Legend of the Joker" and "The Legend of Harley Quinn" in bookstores.

Night falls.

The whole of Gotham City is no longer the silence of the night.

On the contrary, it became more and more lively.

The sound of gunfire, noise, cannons, is pleasant.

Coming from all over the city, every now and then, has hardly completely subsided.

"Looks like the others are working hard."

The whole city is lit up.

Blinding beams of light intertwined over the city and fell on the clouds above Gotham City, which looked very stylish.

Wearing a pure black gentleman's tuxedo, Irin came slowly from the darkness.

The night is his world.

Especially now that he is dressed in black.

When he activates the Shadow Companion skill, no one will be able to detect his existence as long as he is hidden in the dark.

At least, until now, no.

Tuk-tuk.

It was the sound of a question mark scepter gently tapping on a bluestone slab.

The air in Gotham City gradually filled the air with the smell of gunsmoke.

Come with the wind.

Irin held the brim of his hat and looked up.

In front of him, there is an old bell tower.

Above the bell tower, the two huge hands moved in a certain rhythm, and Irin could even faintly distinguish the crisp sound of gears behind the bell tower.

Irin silently looked at the "Patek Trili" watch in his hand.

【21:33】

Plenty of time.

A wicked smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Irin's mouth.

- Not true.

Yi Rin hurriedly changed to another smile, the kind that was breezy and light.

Almost out of the play.

He suddenly remembered actor Li Changge.

This kind of Gotham City, which has a peculiar style, is estimated to be more realistic if that guy plays it.

The Gotham Clock Tower is also a landmark building.

Twenty years ago, when Gotham City villains were at their most rampant, it is said that this bell tower was bombed by that group of people many times.

After all these years of tinkering, the Gotham Clock Tower has finally survived the years of artillery fire.

The lock of the bell tower is rusty.

In Gotham City, where the people are simple, no one has ever dared to risk a "crime" to break into the "forbidden entry" clock tower, so it seems that this lock has never been changed.

Twenty years.

After 20 years of recuperation, the renovated and repaired bell tower finally has a little more taste of "scenic spots".

Irin held the rusty lock in his hand and stared at it for a few seconds.

Suddenly smiled.

"Hehe......"

Then, he took out the blood jasmine, raised the knife in his hand, and directly cut off the lock.

There is no such thing as difficulty.

Inside the bell tower, it was empty.

Of course.

There are people who call strange things.

Of course, this is not necessarily surprising.

Irin pulled a pen and paper out of his pocket, the same one he snatched.

There are no lights inside the bell tower.

Yi Rin was a little helpless, so he could only walk out of the door of the bell tower and silently write a small card.

After I finished writing, I read it three times from beginning to end, and carefully blacked out the question mark on the back, and I was finally satisfied.

After making all the preparations, Irin began to step onto the bell tower.

When you are about to reach the top of the bell tower.

Suddenly.

Irin paused.

Think for a moment.

To be on the safe side, he put away the "Question Mark Scepter" for the time being, and took out another card from the storage space.

After crushing it, the gray card turned into a new black umbrella with a British style in Irin's hand.

Along the way, Irin, passing by the maintenance room of the bell tower.

There are a lot of huge and complex gears running inside.

Driven by the clockwork, it makes a rhythmic clicking sound.

Walk further up and you will reach the top of the bell tower.

It was an empty rooftop.

I don't know what ghost animal this bell tower is set for, and an empty platform is made above the bell tower.

It is said that the structure was added by the designer himself during the last renovation.

Is this because the villain is not fast enough and not chic enough?

Irin also thinks this setting is a bit weird.

But when you think about it, this is Gotham City, and it doesn't seem strange to refer to the little stories in those best-selling books.

The folk customs of Gotham City are simple, maybe the designer who repaired the bell tower also made such a platform in order to facilitate the villains to escape from the bell tower.

After all, there are so many stories about the Gotham Clock Tower in the history of Gotham City.

Looking down from the platform, although the whole Gotham City is technologically advanced, it is full of eerie Gothic style, with tracks, trains, water pipes, smoke, and sewers, giving people a sense of prosperity and depression.

Tutu Tu –

Suddenly, about two kilometers from the bell tower on the street.

There was a large burst of fire.

Bang.

And grenades.

Immediately after, a round figure silently flew into the air.

Then it fell back into the street.

"Oh, it turned out to be fat!"

Irin was sure.

In this way, Li Erpang is still working hard.

Click!

At this moment-

Suddenly there was the sound of a bullet loading from behind Irin.

"Gentleman Riddle, hands up!"

Irin admires the unique night view of Gotham.

"Edward Rin! Hands up! ”

Irin turned around and smiled.

Between the expressions, there was no surprise.

"The current Sheriff of the Gotham Police Department, James Gordon Jr., is honored to meet you."

Irin, bowing slightly, gracefully performed a standard gentleman's etiquette to James Gordon Jr.

"You're the riddle gentleman?"

James Gordon Jr. held the gun steadily, pointing it at Irin's head, fingers in the trigger.

Although the top of the clock tower was dimly lit, he could tell from the beams of light that were intertwining over the city that Edward Rin, who called himself the "Gentleman of Riddles", looked so young.

But what's the deal with that unhurried stride?

James Gordon Jr. could clearly tell that Irin had no weapon in his hand.

Apart from...... A black umbrella.

Wait a minute.

Umbrella?

James Gordon Jr. suddenly remembered another Gotham name that rang out twenty years ago.

Penguin people.

His weapon is also a black umbrella.

But—

As we all know, the Penguin Man has a bad relationship with the Riddler, and even if the Riddler Gentleman has a relationship with the former Riddler, he will never get that umbrella from the Penguin.

This can be a botched parody crime.

Sheriff Gordon had a guess in his mind.

"I've solved your puzzle!"

Sheriff Gordon smiled coldly: "You clumsy criminal, you think you are really the Riddler?" The crimes you have committed, according to the laws of Gotham City, are enough to sentence you to death 10,000 times! ”

As he spoke, Sheriff Gordon's fingers twitched slightly.

It's like pulling the trigger!

"Huh-"

In fact, before Irin climbed the bell tower, he already knew that someone had stepped on the bell tower before him.

According to the Gotham City Travel Guide, if there is no mistake in the description of James Gordon Jr., it should be this person who "solved" the puzzle he set and came here beforehand.

The lock has traces of being opened.

"It's kind of interesting."

This little James Gordon was so thoughtful that in order to prevent Irin from discovering that someone was ambushing the bell tower, he actually let others lock the bell tower again after climbing the bell tower, creating the illusion that no one had ever come.

Irin's sudden laughter made James Gordon's pupils shrink.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Are you sure you solved my riddle?"

In the darkness, Irin's eyes were shining.

Like two stars in the dark.

"When you step on the midnight bell, don't you mean the bell tower? Your presence here is proof that I have solved the riddle. ”

Irin smiled slightly, and rubbed her fingers lightly on the handle of the umbrella.

"My riddle is more than just one sentence, right?"

"Besides, now...... It's not midnight yet. ”

“……”

Little Gordon was speechless, but soon, he collected his mood and aimed his gun at Irin.

"Whatever the riddle answer is, you, botched Gotham criminal, you're going to die here!"

"Want to know the answer?"

Gordon was stunned.

He nodded, almost subconsciously.

For several hours, he was almost racking his brains to think about the answer to this riddle.

But except for the first two sentences, everything else made him feel confused.

I can't guess why.

My heart is sassy and itchy.

I have the feeling that if I don't know the answer to the riddle, I can't stop the itch.

Irin seems to have already understood Sheriff Gordon's psychology, and even when he is pointed at gunpoint, he does not move.

Besides, Irin's perception had already spread, and even if he had signs of shooting, Irin didn't panic.

- There is a preparatory plan.

Irin's expression gave Sheriff Gordon the illusion that he was the one who was being pointed at gun.

But...... It doesn't matter!

He has gained the upper hand!

Now he is the one with the gun in his hand!

No one can commit a crime in Gotham!

The offender must die!

Over here...... It's his Gotham!

And no other's Gotham.

Irin laughed again.

"Here's a hint for you."

James Gordon Jr.: "? ”

Irin suddenly said loudly, "The hint is...... Let the world feel the pain from this moment on. ”

James Gordon Jr.: "?? ”

In a flash.

Irin had just finished speaking.

There seemed to be a loud bang in James Gordon's head, and as soon as his eyes went dark, he fell straight behind him.

Boom.

Blossom at the back of the head.

I don't know how long it took.

James Gordon Jr. reopened his eyes.

The damned criminal is long gone!

He quickly got up from the ground and looked down from the top of the bell tower.

Under the bell tower, police cars are already around.

Caught?

Or was it run away?

Wait a minute.

From this bell tower, the riddle gentleman can't jump from here unharmed, right?

Even the famous Riddler of twenty years ago would never have had such a level.

It's not the Batman who will go to heaven and earth!

Thinking of the former name, James Gordon Jr.'s expression was cold.

Only then did he feel a sharp pain in the back of his head.

The head is a little dizzy.

Little Gordon reached out and touched it, and the back of his head was dripping with blood.

He gritted his teeth and ignored it.

Suddenly, he found this small white card standing in the corner of the platform.

“！”

Little Gordon didn't even care about the wound on his head, he directly picked up the small card and looked at it, and his eyes widened.

I saw a line written on the card.

It's still a puzzle.

But this time, it's a well-known puzzle that anyone who has read the best-selling book "The Legend of the Riddler" knows the answer!

[I exist in reality, I am absurd in reality, you can interpret me, you can create me, who am I? 】

Sign-off——

[Friendly Gotham City neighbors, warm tips, riddle gentleman Edward Rin, respects. 】

James Gordon Jr. shredded the card with a blank face.

The card is quite hard.

It's a bit laborious to tear up.

But the card was still broken.

Sprinkles float down from the top of the bell tower.

Like fine snow.

"Lies!"

- That's the answer.

The answer that everyone in Gotham knows.

It's too classic, after all.

It is written in the book.

James Gordon Jr. also read it when he was a child, and he was obsessed with it for a while.

Ahem...... In short, this is a warm tip for the "riddle gentleman".

Could it be that there is a lie hidden in the first puzzle?

That's why he came to the bell tower?

Is he the one who is deceived?

A mere parody copycat?

"What did the riddle gentleman do just now, and why did I suddenly faint?"

Sheriff Gordon frowned, his face getting colder.

There was a hint of hatred.

"But why didn't he kill me?"

"Could it be...... I'm not worth his hands? ”

"Abominable ......"

Sheriff Gordon let out a low growl.

But he did not forget his duty.

Hurriedly walked down the bell tower, took out a flashlight from his waist, and carefully searched the interior of the entire bell tower.

In all likelihood, the "Gentleman of Riddles" remained in the bell tower and did not escape.

Sheriff Gordon won't let himself pass any possibility.

……

……

No one noticed.

In the dark.

The other side of the bell tower.

A black figure in a black tuxedo, wearing a pitch-black gentleman's hat, spotless white gloves, and an umbrella in one hand, slowly floated from the sky.

Elegant, evil, that figure is like a nobleman dancing in this dark night.

Night, is his dance floor.

It's a pity that there is a lack of dance partners.

Irin landed smoothly on the ground and put away her umbrella.

Not far away, the shrill sirens continued, flashing red and blue.

Irin smiled slightly, and continued to follow him, silently hiding in the darkness.

"Sure enough...... Can't the 'riddles' copied from the book be triggered? ”

Irin, who had gradually moved away from the bell tower, whispered in the darkness.

But it's also normal, Irin had expected it a long time ago, but on a whim, he skinned it and did an experiment by the way.

Turning another corner, Irin suddenly felt his whole body sink.

In the upper right corner of the Apostle panel, a buff icon with two wings suddenly disappears.

The time, just right.

Ah no, a little more.

It was indeed an accident that Irin came face to face with James Gordon Jr. above the bell tower tonight, but it was not entirely an accident.

The puzzle he sets up is twofold.

The most brain-dead one, and the second hidden in the depths of the lie.

Irin's original plan A was to leave a card at the location of the first lie puzzle.

If someone comes up to the bell tower at midnight and sees the deliberately left card, it may add a bit of mystery and legend to the name "Gentleman of Riddles".

Even if it's just a little, it's not a loss.

As for what is written on the card?

A visit to the Riddle Gentleman?

I can't cover my eyes again this day?

My riddle your heart?

None of this matters, anyway, what Irin ended up doing was Plan B.

There are a total of 9 options from A1 to A9, and Irin discards them all the moment he sees the rusty lock.

A series of plans were redone.

On the mental side, the brain is turning so fast and so capricious.

"Hehe, now, in the heart of that Sheriff Gordon, there should be a seed planted, right?"

"Next, it's time for some people to come out too, right?"

Irin knew that the journey to restore the glory of Gotham City had just begun.

Hide in the dark.

Irin pulled out the ...... from the storage space A handful of cards.

It's all in one hand.

It's like thirteen cards in a lot.

If you look closely, it's all the same color, ah no, the same pattern.

……

【Enhanced TNT Bomb】

【Grade】Normal

【Effect】What else do you want to use it for besides exploding?

Well, explosions are the real art!

……

Irin looked at the hand.

Some headaches.

What's the next one? Or is it the king fried plus the king fried and the king fried?

That's the money savings from Gotham City's 20 years of zero crime!

……

……

Suddenly!

At this moment-

The Gotham City sky above Irin's head became brighter.

Countless spotlights converge in the center of Gotham City, as if they were controlled by someone.

All the beams converged as if waiting for something to come.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem—"

A cough, broadcast from Gotham City, resounded through the night sky.

Immediately after, a figure appeared in the center of the pillar of light.

I saw that the figure was wearing a tight and ill-fitting purple suit, with a strange clown painted on his face, and the corners of his mouth looked a little strange against the background of the paint.

It's -

Stereoscopic projection?

Wait a minute.

Irin frowned suddenly.

This man looked a little familiar.

"Boom—"

"Ladies And Gentlemen—"

The man in the suit suddenly let out a sharp and strange sound, with a bit of madness, and laughed.

Accompanied by the Gotham City radio system, the laughter was extremely harsh.

"I, Joker, I'm back!"

Irin was slightly stunned.

The voice—

It's clearly Pan Zhengyi!