In the early morning, a gentle breeze blows.

The golden sunlight shone onto the earth, but it was obscured by the year-round clouds in the city's sky, revealing only a glimmer of light.

However, the sun seems to be a little brighter today than it was yesterday.

Maybe the clouds over the city have thinned, or maybe the sun is warmer today.

"At least, she's heading in a good direction."

Oswald sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the mayor's office, champagne in hand, and watched the traffic under the municipal building.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and after a long time, he said: "But this is not enough, Mr. Depp said that he wants Gotham to have the lowest crime rate in the United States for three consecutive months, and he wants to achieve it as soon as possible." ”

Oswald casually picked up the papers on the table, and the more he looked at it, the deeper his brow furrowed.

Obviously, this is an almost impossible task.

At least... It is impossible to achieve it in a short period of time.

"As things stand, it will take at least two months for Gotham's crime rate to drop to a lower level than Chicago."

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"As for the lowest... That seems even more far away! ”

Oswald wondered if he wanted his gangsters to do more things in Chicago or other cities.

Although this will not reduce the crime rate in Gotham, it may also be a way to increase the crime rate in other cities.

However, Oswald soon abandoned the idea.

Because apart from Chicago, his hands have not yet reached the underground forces in other cities.

The underground forces and officials in various cities are intertwined, and if they rush to attack, they are likely to be counterattacked.

If the other party digs up the evidence that those gangsters are instigated by themselves, it will be terrible!

In that case, not only will his position as mayor be jeopardized, but he may even be sent to prison.

Moreover, Oswald also knew that even though he commanded most of the gangsters in Gotham, he helped them clear their name.

But there are still many outlaws in this city, and they can't help but expose their little habits of crime!

After all, this is Gotham.

Oswald drank the champagne in his hand, then collapsed in his chair and closed his eyes.

Five minutes later, he woke up with a smug smile.

"Perhaps, I can't stop that group of perverted crimes."

"But I can put them off for a few months, or... Send them to Chicago. ”

"Anyway, Mr. Depp only said that he hopes that the crime rate in Gotham will decrease, and as for the people of Chicago... A little sacrifice shouldn't be a big deal, right? ”

"That's right, that's it! Extradition all the villains of Gotham to Chicago! ”

Oswald, who felt that he was extremely smart, directly picked up the bottle of champagne and poured it into the bottle.

After drinking half a bottle in one go, Oswald was also a little drunk.

He lay down in his chair with his legs curled up in front of him, and then his arms around his curled legs and fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn't until the evening that Oswald woke up.

He rubbed his drunken eyes and glanced at the time on the clock.

"Well, it's time to get off work."

As he spoke, he took off his neat suit and put on the special Penguin suit.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, and I need to learn advanced rope skills with Mr. Robin."

The next day, Oswald, who had been scolded by Robin all night, didn't get up until noon.

Dressed in penguin pajamas, he began to give orders to his subordinates.

Article 1: Gather all the Gotham criminals together for a meeting and force them to participate in the name of the Penguins.

Rule 2: All guys who don't attend the meeting will be considered as wanting to go to war with the Penguins!

Rule 3: Give them three choices, either take a sum of money from the Penguins, be honest for a few months, and wait until the Penguins allow them to continue their crimes.

Or, under the collective escort of the Penguins, transport that group of guys to Chicago and let them start their criminal lives again in Chicago.

Either... Killed by a single shot.

Article 4: All of the above applies to the freaks of Gotham!

After doing all this, Oswald lay back on the bed and fell asleep with his emperor penguin pillow in his arms.

Three days later, the criminals of Gotham gathered and arrived at the Iceberg Hall.

First, the members of the Penguins, dressed in high-tech gear, grabbed the guys who didn't come to the meeting and tied them up and hung them from the roof.

The Penguins then express their heartfelt thanks to the criminals who came for their initiative, and then recount Oswald's request.

When Oswald's words were delivered, several waves of people immediately stood up against it.

"What are you kidding, we're not beggars, we don't need handouts from your Penguins!"

"Bang!"

"That is, we are dignified, and we do not commit crimes for money, but for the embodiment of self-worth."

"That's right! And Gotham was where I was born, and I don't want to go to Chicago to start a new life of crime! ”

"Bang! Boom! ”

After three gunshots, the Penguin Gang carried the three stunned young men out with expressionless faces.

Then the person politely said, "So, is there anyone else who has any objections?" ”

Many criminals in the audience shook their heads one after another, saying that their opinions mattered.

In the end, those who took the money took the money, moved the house, and everyone had a happy meeting, and no one remembered who was shot in the head, let alone who was hung on the ceiling.

However, the only downside is that there are still many people who did not attend this meeting.

Almost all of them are supercriminals who have only started to make their mark in Gotham in the last year, or even the last few months.

These guys either don't see the dragon and don't see the end, or they hide their true identities well.

Even Oswald couldn't track it down.

Meanwhile, Depp sat in the antique shop, coiling the hanging ring while reading the report sent by Oswald.

"Those super criminals who didn't show up, let me remind you personally."

"After all, the system task, no, after all, the safety of the people in this city is the most important!"

Gotham Police Department, Forensic Section.

Edward Nygmar, who would later become known as the Riddler.

At this moment, I was carefully flipping through the information in front of me.

Although he has not officially debuted yet, at most he is doing some petty pranks and crimes, but it is enough to make many people anxious.

No one would have thought that a high-IQ criminal who likes to leave riddle hints at crime scenes would be in the Gotham Police Department.

Right under the noses of those who want to arrest him, he even talks and laughs with them every day, even... I'm still giving them riddles.

And Edward, knowing that his colleagues, actually didn't listen carefully to his secret words at all.

They're just perfunctory.

At the end of the day, Edward Nigma returned to his home.

As soon as he entered the house, he immediately made a careful round.

Before I went out, I had three strands of hair in the crack of the door, and it was still three.

That's right!

Before I went out, there was only the old green lamp on the table, except for a notebook, a pen, and a bottle of ink.

That's right!

On the windowsill, the small fragrant wildflower has seven charming purple petals.

That's right!

In the bedroom, the clothes are arranged in color from cold to warm, and the green suit is hidden in the middle like a card that does not follow common sense.

That's right!

In the toilet, the head of your toothbrush is facing outward, leaning against the left side of the cup, just in the opposite direction of the razor.

That's right!

After a full round of the tour, Edward said that no one had ever been to the house.

Today is also a safe day!

"After all, not everyone is as smart as I am, right?"

"They can't guess our riddle at all!"

"It's like... They had no idea where the clues left by the Riddler pointed to, let alone who the Riddler was. ”

"What a bunch of arrogant and stupid guys!"

Edward Nigmar, who came home from work, closed the curtains, put on his green suit, and kept talking to himself in the mirror.

It's as if there's a person hidden in the mirror.

Halfway through speaking, Edward's brow furrowed slightly, as if he was seeing something in the mirror.

He had just seen in the mirror that a spark seemed to swirl and disappear from his desk.

"Maybe it's a hallucination." Edward rubbed his eyes and laughed at himself and said, "While cooperating with Gordon's work, I have been secretly committing crimes, I have been really tired lately." ”

He let out a long breath and said to himself, how can magic really exist?

Compared to magic, crime is the eternal theme of Gotham.

Suddenly, he jerked around and looked at his desk.

On the desk, I don't know when, there was an extra letter.

Edward knew that it was not his own, and even when he had just returned home, the envelope was not on the table!

Ever since he started committing crimes, he has become accustomed to remembering the state of all the belongings in his home when he goes out and when he comes home.

So the question is, when did this damn envelope appear?

Edward couldn't help but think of the swirling and vanishing spark just now.

Don't... Isn't that hallucination?

Edward picked up the envelope on the table and examined it carefully.

This is a very ordinary and cheap envelope, it is simply rough and thin to the extreme!

You can buy it for a few cents at any grocery store.

And it can be seen that the author is extremely careless, or very casual.

Because of the fire paint on the envelope seal, it was crooked by one and a half centimeters!

"What a discreet guy!"

As he spoke, Edward became confused.

He was struggling with whether to open the letter, for he couldn't figure out who had sent it or what the man's purpose was.

Also, will there be any special little mechanism in the envelope?

For example, poison gas, hidden weapons or something, the kind that will be triggered as soon as it is opened.

After thinking about it, Edward picked up the envelope with his thumb and forefinger and held it up to the fluorescent lamp.

The light from the fluorescent lamp shined through the envelope, and Edward could clearly see that there was no other small mechanism in it except for a letter.

But when Edward narrowed his eyes and looked at the words on the letter in the envelope, he immediately threw it out.

It's as if the letter is hot.

Because, he vaguely saw a word in it.

R-I-D-D-L-E-R。

Riddler!

Looking at the envelope that he had thrown to the ground, Edward took a deep breath.

He bit his lip and suppressed his panic.

"There's nothing to be afraid of!"

"Whoever sent this letter is, he shouldn't have much ill will towards me."

"Otherwise... All he had to do was go to the Gotham police station and tell the Gordon guys about it, and then he'd get a big bounty. ”

With a breath, Edward walked over to the envelope again, crouched down and picked it up.

Gently flicking the dust off the envelope, Edward took the lead in picking up the special blue light and shining it carefully at the envelope, trying to find the other party's fingerprints.

As an officer of the Gotham Police Department's Forensic Bureau, as long as this guy has a criminal record, Edward is sure that he can use his fingerprints to find this guy who has discovered his secret.

And then... Hang him from a street lamp.

But it wasn't until Edward read the entire letter over and over again that he still found the other party's fingerprints.

"This guy is really cautious...."

Edward ignored his inconsistent words, and opened the envelope directly.

If the other party wants to declare war on themselves, then come on!

Edward carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the letterhead.

Unfold the envelope and it read:

Dear Riddler,

You don't need to know who I am, but I always know who you are.

A green suit, a purple shirt, and a tie with a big question mark.

There are many people in this world who like riddles, but there are very few people like you who are forced to riddles.

I don't think you want to leave behind riddles that might reveal your identity after committing a crime, but you can't control yourself, can you?

A man who is a little clerk at the Gotham Police Department by day becomes a genius criminal riddler by night, you guess... Who is he?

The mystery is obvious!

So, I hope that you will be able to do your job well in the next few months, as a small staff member of the Assurance Division.

Don't commit any more crimes until I inform you that the confinement period is over.

Otherwise, I will tell everyone that the Riddler's true identity is ......

Who is in favor?

Who is against?

I'm for it, and so are you!

After reading the letter, Edward's eyes showed a fierce light, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tremble.

He crumpled the letter, threw it in the toilet, and sat on it and pulled a bubble of.

Sitting on the toilet, Edward said viciously, "I have to say, your damn riddle is really low-end!" ”

At night, Edward packed his Riddler costume and telescopic cane in a box, then drove to the woods on the outskirts of Gotham, dug a large hole, and buried the box.

He decided to wait until the man informed him before digging up the treasures himself.

Now, just in case, he felt that he had hidden the evidence that he was the Riddler.

In the Marvel world, on the endless African savannah, Depp straddles a well-behaved and sensible male lion.

Hu Tao, on the other hand, was pressed down by him on the back of the lion in front of him.

The round and tight buttocks were about to come out, and even the simple Templar Guardian Apprentice cloth could not hide its alluring aura.

Then, Depp stretched out his sinful right hand and slapped it on Hu Tao's buttocks.

"Whew!"

Poor little Walnut's face was ruddy, and she said weakly:

"Hmm!"

"That's it, don't stop!"

Depp, who is committing a crime, looked at the decline in Gotham's crime rate reported by Oswald every day, and also said:

"That's it, don't stop!"