Meiman: Assassin Wushuang of a Wizard of Science

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Nygma praised the deliciousness of the fish, and then said sarcastically: "This is the clown, he wants to prove that it is all a scam and meaningless.

It seems that the only thing that has value is that knife.

This is a very outrageous idea, but maybe this is his mentality. "

The Joker seemed to be hurt by these words, and he threw the fork in his hand towards the Riddler opposite him.

The fork was less than two centimeters away from Nygma's head, and Nygma gently caught it.

"Oh~oh~, Mr. Jack Napier, it seems that your current behavior is not in line with the three chapters of the agreement when Mr. Bruce invited us, right?"

Nygma's eyes are full of confidence and contempt. This is the essence of the Riddler. He is a control freak.

The reason why he kept asking riddles was because he always wanted to prove that he was smarter than others. This extreme self-confidence and extreme material made him form this strange character.

Because of the clown's sudden move, the atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense. The refrigeration gun in Mr. Freeze's hand lit up with blue light, and Crocodile's muscles suddenly bulged.

However, the atmosphere of an impending war was instantly broken by the host of this meeting: "Okay, it seems that no matter how delicious this fish is, it won't make you change the topic. Let's move on to the next dish."

Bruce Wayne stopped the dispute between the two parties very roughly, as if he was wearing the black suit now.

"Son, don't worry, it would be best if mom gives you a plan, right?"

The zombie mother who was sitting next to him pretending and eating air also spoke at this time, but it was a pity that Bruce Wayne could not expel him from his consciousness this time.

Because this meeting was suggested by his mother, and Batman accepted it.

To put it bluntly, the protagonist of this kind of meeting is not Bruce Wayne at all, but the mother in his head.

Course [-]: Delicatessen, filet mignon

"Wow, it's steak. I really didn't expect it. I thought it would be something like spaghetti."

Nygma stabbed the tender veal steak in front of him with a knife, even squeezing out the blood inside.

"Oh, why do you say that?"

Bruce Wayne asked.

"Humph, isn't this simple?" The clown took two bites of the steak with disdain, "Because you Wayne family can't see blood, right?"

The dialogue between these three most powerful minds is really difficult for others to interrupt, because the wit and many metaphors between their words are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

One of the mocking clowns was as sarcastic as the smile he lost on his face, and the other was using this way of not answering riddles to embarrass this confident guy.

It's just that the two people's third point of view is surprisingly consistent - they are ironic that Bruce Wayne cannot kill.

However, neither of them had any intention of revealing Bruce's secret identity.

After all, Batman didn't bother the Joker to blow up the Wayne Group, so naturally they couldn't target Bruce Wayne.

Because Batman will always be Batman.

It's just that Batman himself didn't realize it, and instead interrupted the conversation again.

"Commissioner Gordon told me that the point of contention between the two of you was Batman. In order to gain the right to kill him, the two of you chose to go to war with each other.

It's probably impossible to talk to Gordon about Batman, because the relationship between the two is not bad.

But I'm different. I'm a responsible citizen of Gotham, and I happen to have resources that ordinary people don't have.

So you didn't tell me, why Batman? "

The Riddler shook the sparkling wine in his glass, looked at Bruce Wayne with a joking face and said, "That's right, both of us want to kill Batman because he is a nasty man, isn't it?

If possible, I want not only him, but also his friends, relatives and family members.

Then I string them all together and kill them one by one. Of course, the last position will be reserved for Batman. I want to watch him.

Let him watch his relatives and friends die before him one by one.

Then I made a grand appearance and gave him the heaviest shot, causing him to fall in a pool of blood forever.

At the same time, he also prepared the most perfect riddle for him:

Guess what, Batman.

Then. . .boom! "

After saying that, he raised his eyes and toasted Bruce Wayne with a glass of wine.

Then he raised his head longingly, smiled, and imagined the scene at that moment.

Bruce Wayne stared at the smiling and joking Riddler, his eyes a little more solemn.

But this arrogant guy obviously has no intention of stopping.

He narrowed his eyes, then pointed at the Joker with one hand and said: "And this man, I guess his idea is to let Batman and him have constant duels in the eternal gladiatorial arena.

After all, as he said before, everything is meaningless, the only thing that is meaningful is that knife. "

But the clown seemed a little unhappy when he heard that someone was advocating for him.

"No, no, dear, Mr. Nygma, I think you are mistaken.

This is very good, but not to my liking.

I once tried to kill Batman, but failed.

I tied him to a crane and tried to drop him in a bathtub full of piranhas.

But guess what?

The mouths of those piranhas are all crying downward, and they don't smile at all. "

The Riddler spread his hands and mocked again: "Isn't that just like you now?"

"Hmph, I don't know who left a scar on his chest. To preserve himself, he even drew a question mark."

"You curse again!"

Batman actually knew that this was something before the war started.

The Riddler once went to the Joker and tried to get him to smile again.

Unfortunately, the clown agreed first, and then shot Nygma in the abdomen.

So in order to cover up the original wound on his abdomen, he used broken glass to draw a big arc on his chest, which turned into question marks.

This became a knot in his heart, and it also became the trigger for him to want to kill the clown.

Then the clown picked up the handkerchief and wiped his mouth, looking very elegant and gentlemanly.

"I had imagined a scenario in which I would kill him."

The clown's tone began to become low and magnetic, as if he was falling into some warm and beautiful memories.

“I would put my hands around his neck, feel his pulse, feel his breathing, feel his muscles.

Then I will laugh, I will laugh until I choke, I will laugh until I am breathless with Batman.

Finally he would look at me, no fear in his eyes, no anger, just peace. "

After saying this, everyone on the court fell into silence and was a little stunned.

This is Batman's wave, saying to the butler on the side: "It's time to serve."