American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The sound of sirens rang out at the sewage plant.

Three police cars drove over, two of which were from the Gotham Police Department and one from the Arkham Branch.

"Mumu!"

Jerry, who changed into police uniform and got his police ID back, happily got out of the car and ran over here.

Miao Mu was sitting under the shed and waved at him.

"Your little date is blown again."

Jerry smiled and waved his hands, "No, where is the body?" He looked around.

"In the back, we built a shed to prevent it from getting smelly."

Miaomu pointed behind him, where a body was wrapped in a black plastic bag and placed on the ground in a shed supported by plastic sheeting. There was a faint stench of decay around it.

A number of people also got out of the two police cars from the Gotham Police Department. Leading the group was a sloppy-looking man with a big belly and a face full of stubble.

He walked over, took out his police ID and gestured.

"I'm the chief of the Gotham Police Department, Harvey Bullock. Who among you is in charge here?"

"Hello, I'm officer Naegi from the Arkham Police Department. I've been ordered to guard the scene here." Naegi raised his hand and saluted.

"Niaomu? Are you Chinese?" Brock raised his eyebrows.

"Yes!" Naegi nodded.

“The dumplings in Chinatown are delicious. I love them.”

Brock raised his thumbs and smiled, easing the atmosphere at the scene, "Okay, where is the body?"

Miao Mu quickly moved aside, and the two police officers who were thrown here by Sheriff Ma Yisi peeled off the black plastic bag on the body with bitter faces.

Because the weather is very good today, it is one of the rare days in Gotham where the sun can be seen, and the temperature is also relatively high.

The black plastic bag covering the body was stuck to it. When it was removed, you could feel the stickiness, as if it had been exposed to oil or had gone bad.

As soon as the black plastic bag was opened, the disgusting smell hit his nose directly. Sheriff Brock quickly covered his nose, even though the smell of cigarettes, alcohol and sweat on his body was stronger than the stench of a corpse.

Miaomu had already prepared by plugging his nose with paper.

Jerry, who was completely unprepared, vomited everything out of his mouth. He covered his mouth and ran to the side, bending over and vomiting violently.

He ate a lot at noon today.

"Oh... Shit... It really is this pervert."

Brock glanced at the body and raised his hand to rub his forehead.

The police officers around all had painful looks on their faces, especially Jerry who was vomiting. This was constantly challenging their nerves. They only regretted that they had eaten too much at noon.

"I can not make it……"

A police officer covered his mouth with vomit, turned around and ran out, vomiting violently with Jerry.

The others also took a few steps back and stopped looking here.

"Well, you have a really strong endurance. I feel like vomiting. It's so disgusting."

Brock said as he looked at Naegi who looked calm.

"No, I can't vomit. I didn't eat today."

Miaomu put his hands in his pockets and shook his head, with a ball of paper stuffed in his nose, and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Okay, that guy... the forensic doctor is here to check!"

Brock turned and shouted to the back, then he took a few steps back, left the shed supported by plastic sheeting, took out a cigarette box from his pocket, and began to light a cigarette.

"Sheriff Bullock, my name is Edward Nygma, not that guy!"

A tall and thin young man walked towards this side carrying a suitcase. He was wearing a neat suit, his hair was combed neatly, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face.

But when he looked at Brock, he showed a helpless look, and Brock nodded perfunctorily, indicating that he understood.

"Edward Nygma? That name sounds familiar!"

Naegi said curiously, this name definitely sounds familiar, there is another name that sounds even more familiar, the Riddler!

"Sound familiar?"

Nygma turned his head and looked over, tilting his head with a slight smile and said: "What is yours, but others are using it more than you?"

"Riddle?" Naegi asked quietly.

Nygma nodded. He really liked seeing others being tortured by riddles but difficult to approach.

“What’s something that belongs to you but others use more than you do?”

Naegi repeated it to himself, lost in thought, he didn't understand the riddle.

But the Riddler, he understands!

This guy's riddles all have a fixed pattern, that is what he wants to say, or a reminder...

What they just said was...!

I remembered!

"The answer is name! I don't call it much, but others call it most!"

Nygma's eyes lit up and he nodded, "That's right, I didn't expect you to have a talent for guessing riddles!"

"Okay, let's chat later. Let's get to work. If we don't do it now, it'll stink!" Brock said repeatedly, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

Nygma shrugged helplessly and had to put aside the idea of ​​discussing the riddle with Naegi and walked towards the corpse with the box.

When Naegi saw this, he quickly followed, "Mr. Nygma, do you need any help?"

"No, I can do it myself, no big deal."

Nygma said with a smile, opening the suitcase he was carrying, which contained instruments for autopsy.

He picked up a pair of gloves, put on a mask on his face, put on a white coat and walked to the corpse. His expression was calm and he was not affected at all. His mental quality was unparalleled.

"Mr. Nygma, is this the medical examiner?"

Miaomu took a pair of gloves and put them on, and at the same time pulled a mask to protect his face and took out the paper ball in his nose.

"No need to call me sir. I'm not a forensic doctor, I'm just a part-time worker. I work in the police station as a... manager."

When Nygma said this, he smiled.

He picked up a pair of tweezers and checked the skin of the corpse. As soon as the pointed tips of the tweezers pinched the skin, it burst with a "pop".

A sticky, pus-like liquid flowed out of it.

Miaomu also felt a little disgusted, but it was not easy to leave, so he simply squatted beside the box and helped Nygma pass things.

The environment here was not very good, and the corpse was decaying faster than expected, so Nygma simply picked up the planer and started cutting it up like he was slaughtering a pig.

Jerry and the others, who had already recovered, were even more horrified when they saw this scene. The other police officers who had not vomited also started vomiting.

Some curious homeless people came over to take a look, and then they were so scared that they screamed and ran away.

Even Brock didn't want to look over there. Edward Nygma was a guy with great skills, but his brain was not very good.

Otherwise, using the autopsy business, we can get rid of those idiots who are just sitting there doing nothing.

What a pity... it's so unpleasant.

Watching the dissected seedlings up close, I felt as regretful as if I had eaten ten pounds of bitter melon. The key is that I can't run because my legs are numb!

The corpse was chopped into pieces in Nygma's hands. The rotten internal organs were chopped up, the bones were broken with pliers, and every inch of muscle was cut.

The smell of a rotting corpse... Naegi could no longer feel his nose. It was out of function and he could smell nothing.

When Nygma used a hacksaw to cut open the corpse's skull, the pus-like brain matter came out and dripped onto the plastic bag underneath. It was really numbing.

When the body was dragged out of the sewer, it could no longer be lifted, so it had to be dissected on the spot, but I didn't expect it to be so horrific.