"By the way, I don't know your name yet, or where you're from."

Edward was lying on the bed in a hospital gown and said to Bane, who was holding GL11 venom next to him.

Hearing this, Bane poured the liquid in his hand into the syringe, "My name is Bane and I am from the Republic of Santa Priska. ”

"Santa Presca?" Edward recalled: "I seem to have heard of this place, and it looks like there was a coup d'état many years ago. ”

When Bane heard this, he was a little surprised and said, "I really didn't expect you to know this, and you deserve to be one of the smartest guys in Gotham." ”

Hearing Bane's compliment, Edward did not show a smug look, but said rather displeased: "No! I'm one of the smartest guys in Gotham City, not one! ”

"You're right."

Bane didn't bother to refute, but stabbed the syringe containing GL11 venom into Edward's wrist.

Soon, the green potion was all pushed into Edward's body.

GL11's venom reacted quickly and violently, and soon Edward began to lose consciousness and go into shock.

Seeing this, the zombie asked, "Isn't the dose a bit large, this guy won't die directly, right?" ”

Bane threw the syringe in the trash and said nonchalantly, "Death is death, just consider it a failed experiment." To be honest, I don't have much hope that this guy will be able to handle the venom. ”

When the zombie heard this, it suddenly dawned on him that Bane didn't care about the Riddler or the Arkham Asylum at all, all he cared about was how to kill Batman.

If the Riddler can withstand GL11's venom, then he will have a powerful helper on his side.

It's the icing on the cake.

If the Riddler can't bear it... Then there is no loss, and he is not his own person anyway.

But just as Bane said this, he suddenly felt a chill in his neck.

"What did you just say?"

Edward, who didn't know when he got up, was holding a scalpel to Bane's neck at the moment, with a playful expression.

His figure had grown stronger than before, and his muscles were almost bursting with his shirt.

Before Bane could speak, the zombie couldn't help but say, "Put the knife down, do you know what you're doing?"

Hearing this, Edward scratched his hair and said, "To be honest, I don't quite know what I'm doing. I just feel like I'm so excited right now, as if I'm in control! The main thing is that I just seem to have someone saying bad things about me. ”

"Hahaha!"

Pressed against the neck with a sharp scalpel, Bane laughed wildly instead of being angry.

"Looks like I was wrong, Riddler, you're a strong enough helper."

Bane raised his hand to crumple the scalpel around his neck, then turned to Edward and said, "Let's turn Gotham upside down together, and... Completely destroy Batman! ”

Seeing this, Edward squatted on the bed in a daze.

After a moment of silence, he threw away the scalpel that had turned into a ball in his hand, and then said with a bright smile, "This is really a thing... Something that makes people tremble all over the body! ”

After Edward finished speaking, he kept scurrying around the room like a huge muscular cat.

It wasn't until half an hour later that he completely calmed down.

Edward changed into a costume from Bane that was more suitable for his current figure, and asked calmly, "Anyway... Is that thing you injected me with permanent or limited time? ”

"I thought you weren't that cautious." Bane took out a suitcase and handed it to Edward, saying, "There's twenty venom potions in here, and I think you'll have to inject one every twelve hours." ”

Edward took the suitcase and nodded, "That means this thing is only valid for twelve hours." So... Does he have any side effects? ”

"If you don't get yourself one after twelve hours, you'll be weaker than usual until you're restocked with the potion," Bane said. Also, if you inject more than one at a time, you will gain more power, but it will make you lose your mind and go crazy, and I think you better not push yourself to this point. ”

"Losing your mind? Into madness? Edward said contemptuously, "Then even if I die, I won't inject more than one." After all, I still think my head is more useful than the strength of my body. ”

The Riddler's conceit and pride in his own intelligence are vividly reflected in this short dialogue.

But Bane didn't care, because even such a powerful and intelligent Riddler was just a tool for him.

Once fully accustomed to his new body, Edward put on his top hat and suitcase, and left the hotel where Bane and the others were staying.

Back at home, Edward hid the GL11 venom under the floor of his home.

Then he took off the clothes he had borrowed from Bane and took a hearty shower.

After taking a shower, Edward changed into his green pajamas and red nightcap and slipped into the thick quilt.

"Anyway, you have to get a good night's sleep before you can get Batman in trouble!"

While Edward fell asleep, Bruce couldn't sleep at all.

In the bat cave, his expression was slightly hideous as he looked at the surveillance on the screen.

In the surveillance, the guy wearing a dark green suit, purple shirt and gloves, and a top hat of the same color as the suit is swaggering down the corridor of the Depp Hotel.

Soon, the Riddler in the video enters Jenny's room.

What happened after that, Bruce couldn't find out.

After all, you can't have security cameras in a hotel room.

After about ten minutes, the Riddler retreated from the house and swaggered out of the Depp Hotel again.

"So, it was the Riddler who killed Miss Jenny, right?" Alfred asked, bringing a cup of coffee.

Bruce took a sip of coffee, gritted his teeth and said, "That's right, and this guy also changed the hotel room number I sent to you Jenny from 1888 to 1803 in advance, when did this guy know that I was going to ask Jenny out?!" ”

This is what Bruce couldn't figure out, he had asked Jenny a week earlier, but the Riddler had escaped from Arkham Asylum four days earlier.

How did this guy know where he and Jenny were dating and change it without knowing it?

Hearing this, Alfred coughed lightly and said, "Actually... If the Riddler wants to know that you have asked Miss Jenny out, it's simple. ”

"Huh?"

Bruce let out a puzzled sound.

Alfred sat next to Bruce, took an elegant sip of coffee, and said, "Master Bruce, you've been too busy lately. If you have time to walk around Gotham University, you will find that almost everyone knows that Master Bruce of the Wayne Group asked Miss Jenny to spend Spring Festival tonight. ”

Hearing Alfrey's words, Bruston thought of something, and he said, "You mean... Jenny made a big deal about me asking her out to her friends, and it's almost a well-known thing at Gotham University? ”

"That's right, so in a sense, Miss Jenny... Died of his own vanity. ”

Alfred said mercilessly.

But his words didn't free Bruce from self-blame, "But even so, Jenny didn't make any big mistakes, and she shouldn't have died in that room at all." ”

Alfred sighed helplessly: "But sometimes, things are so impermanent, no one can predict their next second of life or death, not even young master." ”

When Bruce heard this, he immediately retorted, "No! Before Gotham is completely saved, Bruce Wayne may sleep forever, but Batman will never die! ”

"But we don't know who the Riddler is or where he's gone!"

Once again, Alfred pulled Bruce back to reality without mercy.

After all, when Edward left the Depp Hotel, he took off his mask in the dead corner of the surveillance and then stopped the zombie taxi.

As a result, neither Bruce nor Alfred was able to find the Riddler's true identity from the surveillance.

"yes, I don't even know who the Riddler is!" Bruce covered his face and said, "The only clue is the few words that the guy left behind." ”

"Words?" Alfrey asked.

"Poverty, death, old things."

Bruce repeated the words he had seen on the wall, thinking about it again.

When Alfred heard this, he didn't immediately make his own judgment, but asked, "Then young master, what is the answer in your heart?" ”

Bruce looked up, his fingers crackling on the keyboard, and the three words immediately appeared in the center of the screen.

"Poverty, I think it should represent Naihe Island."

"Death, maybe someone who is long dead, but still alive, such as... Grandi. ”

"As for old objects, the one I'm most familiar with is naturally Depp's antique shop."

"To be honest, when these three words are combined, the first thing that comes to my mind is Depp's antique store."

Alfred nodded, "That's right, after all, Gotham seems to be the only place there that has the elements of all three words at the same time. ”

"But Depp can't be the Riddler." Bruce struggled, "He certainly won't be!" ”

Alfred didn't refute, but said: "I also believe that Young Master Depp will not be a riddler, he is not so boring." But... This may be a clue, maybe you can get some information about the Riddler from Master Depp. ”

"Do you want Depp again?" Bruce said with some reluctance: "But I really don't want to rely on Depp too much anymore, it will make me lose the perseverance to solve problems on my own!" ”

"But there's nothing else you can do now, can you? Master Bruce. ”

Alfred's eyes revealed a sparkle of wisdom, as if today Bruce was not the protagonist who led to the follow-up plot, he was.

Finally, Bruce compromised: "Okay, I'll give Depp a call and hope he can give me some direction on this matter." ”

The phone was connected, and Depp on the other end asked lazily: "At night... Good morning Bruce, what questions do you need help with this time? ”

When Bruce heard this, he was silent for a while, and then sighed heavily and said, "The girl I asked this afternoon was killed by the Riddler, and the words he left on the wall all pointed to the Depp antique store, so I want to ask if you know anything about the Riddler?" ”

When Depp heard this, he first said seriously: "Bruce, about the Riddler, I want to say that the words he left behind usually indicate his next place to commit crimes." If that's what you say, then he'll probably be going back to my shop in the next few days. ”

"But don't worry, Grandi will help me take care of the antique shop."

"As for your real question... I'm probably not too familiar with Riddler. ”

When Bruce heard this, he felt helpless in his heart, even Depp couldn't do anything about the Riddler?

But just when Bruce was a little desperate, Depp continued: "However, I can tell you bluntly who the Riddler is. ”

Yes?

Bruce's heart was like countless grass and mud horses crashing past, setting off gusts of wind and sand.

I don't even have a clue, and you know who the riddler is with a phone call?

Grandma's legs, let me tell you, if you are not Depp, I Bruce will not believe a word!

"Who is the Riddler?"

Bruce asked, eager to ask.

On the other end of the phone, Depp said unhurriedly: "The archivist of the Gotham City Police Department, Edward Nigma." ”

"Edward Nygmar!"

Bruce said incredulously, "I have some impressions of this guy, but Gordon told me a few months ago that their police department archivist was missing. The archivist was Edward Igma. But... He's been missing for two months! ”

Depp smiled and said, "I think tomorrow, Edward will re-enter the Gotham Police Department and start his own work." ”

"Really?" Bruce was still in disbelief.

When Depp heard this, he immediately said bluntly, "No, I guessed." ”

"Depp, you guy!"

"Bruce, I advise you to go to Edward's house now and get him back, so that he doesn't have to leave again and disappear without a trace."

Bruce immediately turned to Alfred and said, "Ah Fu, help me check the Gotham City Police Department Archivist, where does Edward Nigma live, I think Batman has something to say to him!" ”

Alfred, who was carefully tasting coffee, glanced at Bruce helplessly and said, "It's good that I added espresso for you tonight, otherwise I really don't know if you can survive it." ”

Alfred turned and headed to his exclusive location, where there was a screen and console about the size of a normal monitor.

Soon, Alfred found out where Edward Igma lived.

He sent the address to Bruce and said, "Master, I think you'll be there in about fifteen minutes, and before that you can even eat a pan-fried T-bone steak I made for you." ”

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