What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 54 Murder

"Of Gotham City's population of 3000 million, 500 million have been directly or indirectly involved in a first-degree murder."

This is an underground safehouse in Gotham City, the Riddler's lair, the safest and most secretive kind.

The place is arranged like an ordinary study room. The killer crocodile sitting on the sofa took out a copy of Kant's "Critique of Pure Reason" from the nearby bookshelf. dropped on the ground.

The ventriloquist picked it up and stuffed it back.

"About 1500 million people have committed crimes, and the remaining 1000 million people who have not committed crimes are not because they are good civilians, but because they are all hidden gentlemen, gamblers, and skilled women in red-light districts."

The Riddler's voice rang in the room, and Jim Gordon was tied up on a chair, his eyes were blindfolded, and his mouth was stuffed with a cloth ball.

"And the reason they didn't join the criminal army was not because of any noble character, but because they weren't driven to death."

The picture was broadcast on the TV, and the Riddler confirmed that it was a live broadcast.Batman is there, just as he planned.He continued:

"So you get it? There are no good people in Gotham. The only good people are drug addicts and gamblers, because they don't hurt anyone but themselves."

"I'm so tired, year after year, day after day. Living in a pile of rubbish and committing crimes."

"If crime is so tiring, why don't you stop?" Movie Geek said: "You can stop crime?"

"No, you don't understand at all."

The Riddler stood up nervously, then stood on the sofa and squatted down, hugging his legs, like a helpless poor child.

"It's a war, and if we're really getting tired of crime, then he's won ... Batman is winning."

"So what? Can't you live without committing crimes?"

Killer Crocodile found a bag of potato chips nearby, opened it, and threw it into his mouth.

"No, that's not it. Batman won, but I didn't lose."

ha?Killer Crocodile thought he was completely insane.

He knew that speaking riddles was the characteristic of the Riddler, just like the uncle who sells hot dogs at the gate of the park has his own unique recipe.But the Riddler had never uttered such a difficult riddle, at least not in his memory.

The Riddler was a little nervous, he hugged his knees, like a little boy hiding in a corner during a thunderstorm.

"You don't understand, I'm not me at all. I mean, I don't represent myself at all."

He rambled: "I was born to attract my kind, just like bats have always attracted us all. Just like you, Killer Croc, you have always attracted everyone in Gotham City who has a beast like you. offenders.

"So if you respond to everything, you can easily pull up an army that is extremely loyal to you.

"You are their king, the kind of pure beast criminals are by your side, just like those high-intelligence criminals around me, those laughers who have been knocked down by life and despaired by life around the clown, and those around the scarecrow. worshipers of fear."

"We, our so-called super criminals, we are their spiritual pillars. Bats are right in saying that most criminals are superstitious and blindly follow..."

The Riddler continued:
"We have the same characteristics as them, but are much stronger than them, so they will be so easily convinced by us."

"We no longer represent ourselves, but a part of Gotham's evil. We represent those people and become some kind of concrete embodiment of this evil."

He stared blankly at the TV.

"Killing me is useless. Killing me, Tutankhamun, Clue Master or any other criminal who is similar to me will take my place. He may not be as strong as me, but he must be the rest The strongest of those, and so on...and so on!"

"We're never special! So the bat is clear that killing us doesn't stop crime, on the contrary, his murder of us will only aggravate crime."

"Every successful crime is a great encouragement to other criminals. Once the hole is opened, he really becomes a part of the darkness, so it can't kill the darkness anymore, you see."

"If the bat did that, he'd be like us, he'd attract other criminals, he'd attract other criminals to imitate his way of murdering criminals, and then this metropolis of 3000 million people would Turned into a massacre Shura field, with rivers of blood and piles of bones. Because if you want to be serious, everyone is a criminal!"

Riddler said:
"Everyone can kill people in the name of justice, and the law will become a piece of paper. Bats will never do that."

"It's alarmist." The movie freak commented: "The super villain is just a little bit special."

"What's special about me?" said the Riddler:
"Before us weirdos there was Roman Falcone, before Roman Falcone there was the Lion King in Gotham, before there were the Four Gotham Families, before and before that, I was just a Gotham villain A puppet, a marionette. It doesn't matter whether the puppet is called the Riddler or Edward."

"Just like the clown, how many times has the clown died, how dare you say that he is still the same clown?"

"We saw him disappear in the blast, then he came back two or three months later, fell into the river, disappeared, came back two or three months later, he came back, came back, always will come back , he can only be dispelled but will not die! Gotham only needs a lunatic who can split the corner of his mouth to the root of his ear, what is the real name of that lunatic, does it matter?"

"He beat me over and over again and our game never stops until one side goes down. The bat is trying to turn the city around by himself! You don't understand how shocking it is, he's unbeatable On the contrary, he never hesitates, he doesn't need to rest at all, he is extremely intelligent, his wisdom is superior, his will is as strong as steel, like a god walking in the world!"

The Riddler's voice gradually became higher. He stood up and waved his hands:

"It's unscientific, it's impossible! Why do people like this exist!"

"You simply don't understand how desperate it is to face such an opponent!"

"No matter how much you struggle, no matter how hard you struggle, you will be sent back to Arkham. It's so sad!"

He slumped back down on the sofa.

"Death may be a relief for me. This way I don't have to worry about my own incompetence and the crimes of Gotham. I can't stop crime."

"It's not just because of my mental illness. No matter what kind of resolution I make, I plan to do anything but commit crimes, the crimes of Gotham will pull me back on track like a pair of invisible hands. It enslaves me! Follow me!"

"No matter how much I cry and struggle, he will force me to use that damn puzzle to manipulate me! To show his fangs to the son of Gotham who was born in darkness but betrayed darkness! I should be beheaded by knights The evil dragon he slays, but he is also the servant of darkness!"

"Only death can give me peace. But the bat is not even willing to grant me this last peace. He doesn't even kill clowns! Do you know? Bat is a cruel avenger, but the target of his revenge is not me, not both The face, not the clown! It's the crime of Gotham City! What he wants to end is not the criminal, but the crime itself!"

"But evil and crime cannot be ended. As long as there is a human being living in this world, evil and crime will absolutely be impossible to end! But that's what he did! He is trying to achieve an absolutely impossible goal, Torturing himself, torturing everyone! He's not human!"

He lost all his strength, and sat slumped on the chair as if all the bones had been removed from his body.

"I'm tired, I'm really tired."

He murmured in a low voice: "So now there are no more riddles, no more tests, and no more games. Everything must come to an end."

He picked up the phone on the table and connected to Batman on TV: "Batman—now, as I said, kill the Joker!"

He walked up to the whining Jim Gordon, pulled out a pistol, stuck his head side by side with Jim Gordon, and pressed the gun to his temple.

"No riddles, no hints, and now I have only one order. Kill the clown, or Jim Gordon's and my brains will explode at once."

"Either kill the clown and save me and Gordon, or let the clown go and let me and Gordon die."

"Batman, you can hear me, make your choice, don't think about pretending to stab or shoot the Joker where it's not lethal, I want you to dismember the Joker, only to see him dismembered, I will confirm his death and release Jim Gordon."

"Whether it's you or me, the coerced principles and iron laws that cannot be broken must all be destroyed today. If you can't destroy them, then destroy me."

"I decided to use femtosecond laser pulverization technology to kill the clown. This technology can pulverize the material on a microscopic scale. In a sense, the clown is going to be dismembered."

"Yes, do it now."

The clown got into the red cabinet, and soon, the wooden boards of the cabinet fell off, revealing its original appearance as a crystal coffin.

"Kill him immediately, no matter what method you use!"

But Batman ignored him, he walked up and talked to the Joker for a while.

"You killed him, why didn't you... wait."

The Riddler suddenly realized that he was not such a stupid person, and he shouldn't have realized it now.

A bat shadow with pointed ears appeared behind him, and the Riddler heard the voice, it was Batman.

"Look, I made a mistake. I always thought that supervillains like you like games. I thought your appetite for games would never end."

"I'm an idiot, just like you. You see, you're in your room right now, making smart mistakes like me."

"You're assuming it's impossible for me to break the iron law."

"You're assuming I'm defenseless, unsuspecting."

"You assume my mercy will never end."

"You're assuming that I don't have the courage to deal with the situation after I don't kill the iron or I'm broken."

"You're assuming these aren't pre-prepared footage, assuming I'm in the old Wayn Tower talking dying nonsense with the Joker."

The amygdala wanted to move, but was immediately pinned down by the killer crocodile, who was pinned to the ground and tied up.

"You're also assuming that ventriloquists and killer crocodiles aren't mine."

"—you're assuming that there's no way the movie freak is Batman in disguise."

Click!

The Riddler pulled the trigger, but no bullet came out.Although he had thought of this result a long time ago.

"You're even assuming that I haven't quietly changed the cartridges in your gun."

"Why do you think so little of me, Edward Nygma? Why do you assume you're the only one who breaks the rules?"

The Riddler turned his head and smiled wryly.

"So, the clown wasn't killed? You lied to me?"

"Nygma, Nygma...you are still so arrogant."

"Guess what, Edward - you and I met once, but you'll know me forever, who am I?
"Please note that what I'm going to say next is not a metaphor, rhetoric, theory, or anything else."

The Riddler heard Batman say:

"The clown has been killed by me."

　In fact, I originally wanted to spend a few pages to write how the Riddler recruited the Killer Crocodile and the Ventrilogue, and described it from the perspective of the first victim of the Riddler, and how the protagonist made up into a movie freak mixed in, and the protagonist The ever-present thread is lurking in the chapters, repeatedly suggesting that there is something wrong with movie freaks, and then producing this amazing twist.But maybe the main character should not have disappeared for too long, and the presence of the clown has also raised expectations. It is too distracting, and the feedback from readers is very bad, so I just use one sentence to take the Riddler's recruitment of Killer Crocodile and the others.I originally thought that the death of the clown was not the climax of this story unit, so it should be no problem for me to pull him out and do a flashback, and then slowly describe the Riddler... I didn’t expect the popularity of the clown to exceed my expectations, everyone Everyone was expecting the Joker, and no one cared about poor Riddler.I had to cut down the role of the Riddler substantially. I was wrong. Next time I will never play with this wrong way of operation again. I will add another chapter. As compensation, everyone must remember to follow up!
　　And books recommended by good friends:
　　Title of the book "Miss Witch, Please Respect Yourself"

　　[Recommendation]: The original title of the book is "The Taste of a Witch Is Really Good", and I sent it for special reasons.

　　Official recommendation: What kind of experience is it to marry a witch right after time travel?
　　Roy said: "The taste of a witch is really good."

　　


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