American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Gotham Daily, a thick package was dropped at the company's door with a puzzling riddle written on it:

"Some people's nightmare, some people's savior. My hands are cold and desperate, reaching out to that warm heart."

"Wow, what is this?"

Miss Jessica Luxiu, a reporter for Gotham Daily, looked at the package signed with her name and shook it hesitantly. There seemed to be something inside.

Putting the package on the desk, Jessica picked up a pair of scissors and cut open the top, and a stack of documents fell out.

"This is..." Jessica picked up a document with the information of a retired judge from the Gotham Court. There was a red cross drawn on the photo with a red pen.

The reporter's intuition told her that things were not that simple, so she quickly picked up other documents, which contained evidence of the judge's collusion with the gang, and a long list below.

Three names had been crossed out on the list, and there were words on the back of the list! Jessica quickly turned it over and took a look.

"I heard that you are an impartial reporter. I want to play a game with you. The name of the game is truth! Some people use the law to judge criminals, but when they become criminals, they can escape the judgment of the law. Then let the fairest death in the world make the final judgment. 1320 Strand Street, explosion at 11 o'clock."

Jessica quickly looked up at the clock on the wall. It was already 10:30 in the morning.

"Mike! Quick, let's go to 1320 Strand Street, and! Call the police! Quick!"

Jessica shouted vigorously, calling her interview partner Mike Radke, who was also a part-time driver and cameraman.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Mike Radke asked in surprise, still holding a box of film in his hand, and hadn't responded yet.

"Hurry up! Otherwise you'll miss the big news!"

Jessica was busy like a lioness. She picked up the small notebook for the interview and put it in her pocket, then immediately called the Gotham Police Department.

"This is the Gotham Daily. We have received a warning package that someone is going to detonate a bomb at 1320 Strand Street at 11 a.m. We are rushing to the scene."

After hanging up the phone, Jessica called Gotham TV in the building next door...

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1320 Strand Street, a three-story Victorian building.

“Wuwuwu—wuwuwu!!!”

A white-haired old man was tied to a chair and struggling anxiously. In front of him, two people wearing sacks and basketball masks on their faces were tying ropes around his family members.

Eleven men and women, young and old, were tied to chairs. Today was the birthday of old prosecutor Baker Aletan.

His daughter and grandson's family also came to celebrate his birthday, but they ended up becoming the targets of the two criminals.

"Shut up! If no one comes to save you at 11 o'clock noon, then you will die! Others may not die, but you will definitely die!"

Wearing a cut basketball on his head and a stone in his mouth, Miaomu spoke in an awkward voice.

He placed a time bomb in his pocket on the table, and the countdown had already begun.

The red bundle of explosives behind him frightened the old prosecutor so much that he trembled and looked at him with pleading eyes.

"When you sent innocent people to prison, you should have thought about this day. You are very familiar with this list!"

Naegi mercilessly took out a list from his arms, drew a red cross behind Baker Aletan's name, and stuck it on the old prosecutor's forehead.

"Pray. When you use the law to judge innocent people, they are also so helpless and pitiful. That's right, you probably can't even remember who they are, right? They asked me to say hello to you!"

Miao Mu said in a cold voice, then turned to look at Jerry who was blindfolding the others and made a gesture.

Jerry walked to the table and picked up the electric music box that was his birthday present. He turned on the switch, and the sweet music like ice crystals and flowing water rang out in the room.

Miao Mu took out a scalpel from the hospital and stabbed the old prosecutor in the thigh.

The severe pain made the old prosecutor twitch all over, and the towel in his mouth could not stop his screams.

"Quiet!"

Naegi whistled and followed Jerry out the door, the two of them took off their linen suits, put away the cut basketballs on their heads, tied them into a ball with their backhands and put them in their bags.

This thing can't be thrown away casually. Just because the Gotham police are trash doesn't mean Batman is trash too. That guy is a top-notch detective, and Naegi doesn't want to meet that guy at night.

The Riddler Nygma does have the potential to be a villain, and when he completes this plan, he must come and implement it personally.

However, Miaomu directly rejected it. Without a doubt, Miaomu knew very well that as long as Nygma came to prepare, he would definitely leave a riddle. This Great Sage of Mystery would fall into showing off again and again.

If he doesn't show off, Batman can't do anything to him. This is his greatest strength and also his greatest weakness.

Walking to the street, Miaomu picked up his cell phone and called Nygma, then threw the clothes he had balled into the trash can.

The city streets here are cleaned twice a day, so by the time Batman gets to work, the trash cans are already clean.

"Packed up?"

On the rooftop opposite Slant Street, Nygma was looking down at the door of No. 1320 through a telescope with a headset on his ear.

"Is your explosives okay? Make sure they don't go off."

Miao Mu leaned against the wall and looked around. Jerry squatted beside him, holding a pager and debugging the police channel.

"Don't worry, as long as you put it in the right position, the only one who will be killed in the explosion is the old man. I'm not a demon."

Nygma adjusted the distance of the telescope with a smug smile on his face. He wanted to let others know something, but it was useless to tell them, he had to let them find it themselves.

Only when it is dangerous enough will they have the desire to survive and confess all the bad things they have done.

"Here it comes, here it comes, guess what I see?"

Nygma said with a smile, looking through the telescope at the Gotham TV reporter who hurriedly jumped out of the car, and Miss Jessica who also got out of the car.

The two police cars arrived a step late, and the policemen in the cars walked towards the house vigilantly with pistols in hand.

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"Dear viewers, now we have an urgent news interruption. I am your host, Big Mouth Tojie!"

"At noon today, the Gotham Daily received a notice that he would seek revenge on the officials who had framed and falsely accused him. Now we are connected to 1320 Strand Street."

Bruce, who was modifying his equipment in the Batcave, saw the breaking news on the computer screen, put down the equipment in his hand, and looked over.

"I'm a frontline reporter. The police have already broken in..."

Before the reporter holding the microphone could finish his words, a police officer shouted in panic from the room behind: "A bomb has been found!"

"Explosive Ordnance Disposal Team! And an ambulance! Someone's injured here!"

The scene was in chaos. The hostages rescued by the police were trembling like chickens caught in the rain. The bomb disposal team wearing heavy explosion-proof suits hurried in.

The ambulance stopped by the roadside and a white-haired old man was carried out, screaming and shouting as if he had a mental breakdown.

"Okay, it seems that this crisis was resolved at the critical moment..." The reporter was interrupted again.

This time he was interrupted by a deafening explosion. All the glass in the windows was shattered, and a flash of fire from the explosion passed by.

The bomb disposal personnel wearing explosion-proof suits ran out of the house with flames coming out of their bodies. People holding fire extinguishers ran over and sprayed the burning parts of his body.

The situation at the scene was full of twists and turns, but everyone, including the reporters, was shocked. This is real!

Jessica, who received all the evidence, swallowed her saliva in fear. How many people were on that long list!

Are those people with red crosses drawn on them already dead?

"Okay, let's go back to Big Mouth Tojie's live news broadcast. Just now we found an anonymous letter!"

The host Tojie picked up an envelope and showed it to the camera, "This letter also comes with a note."

He picked up another piece of paper printed out from the printer and showed it to the audience. It said, "Tell everyone the truth, or you will be the next target."

"Okay, I don't know what the truth is, but the current situation in Gotham is not optimistic. I can't imagine who a retired prosecutor would offend."

Tojie said seriously, but then changed the subject, "If he hadn't retired, we would be fishing him out of the Gotham River right now."

His words made many people in front of the TV laugh, but some people couldn't laugh anymore.

Gordon, who was sitting in the Gotham Police Training Base watching TV, was the one who couldn't laugh. He took off his glasses tiredly and rubbed the top of his nose.

The gang boss Maroni, who was arrested earlier, was prosecuted by the district attorney on the third day after the prosecution.

The district attorney disappeared, and his body was only found the day before yesterday at the mouth of the Gotham Canal.

"Okay, okay, let's open the envelope and see what the truth is. To be honest, I'm really curious. It feels like opening a Christmas present!"

The big mouth Tojie on TV opened the envelope and took out a piece of white paper inside. There was nothing on it, like a sarcastic prank.

"Uh... this is the truth? A blank sheet of paper?"

When Big Mouth Tojie took out the white paper.

On the rooftop of Slant Street, Nygma laughed, pointed the antenna that he had prepared long ago at the TV station broadcast vehicle below, and hacked into it with the computer he carried with him.

At the same time, a trash can on the street below suddenly exploded, was blown into the air and then fell to the ground.

The police and reporters were so scared that they hid themselves immediately, and no one noticed what was happening in the broadcast vehicle.

As a burst of snow lit up the TV screen, Big Mouth Todd's live news broadcast was interrupted.

A blurry gray video started playing.