[Comprehensive British and American] I open a haunted house in the superhero world

In the end, the Riddler really did it.

West didn't know, and didn't want to know what the Riddler whispered to the gangster who walked up to him. The other party suddenly became violent, and then the two gangsters actually started killing each other?

West, who was forced into a bureau on his first day in Gotham, said it was a strange experience.

All the people in the car were taken to the Gotham Police Station for transcripts, including the famous Gotham villain Riddler.

West secretly looked at the man in the green suit, and guessed that the Riddler was probably used to entering the police station. He didn't look scared at all, and even greeted the Gotham Police Department very calmly.

It is said that he was once a civilian member of the Gotham Police Department.

Of course, this is the background of the Gotham TV series. The background of the comics is different. I don’t know what the background story is in this world.

West thought in his head, and couldn't help looking around at the legendary gcpd (Gotham City Police Department).

"It's the first time you've come to Gotham and you're freaking out." While he was carefully looking around, a gray-haired man walked up to West and handed him a cup of coffee in a friendly manner, "Don't be afraid."

West glanced at him, wearing glasses, and it was Gordon.

"How do you know I'm coming to Gotham for the first time?" West asked.

Gordon raised his chin, pointed to a group of people next to him and said, "Look, the people who have been to Gotham don't look like you now."

Hmm...it's really different.

Most of those people had calm expressions. They chatted and played with their mobile phones, which meant that encountering one or two robberies in Gotham was not a big deal.

What kind of big deal can it be if you just encounter robbery in Gotham?

Have you ever met a clown blowing up a building?Riddler guessing riddles?Gang Rush?

I don't know.

West could read the deep contempt in the eyes of those Gotham people looking at foreigners.

Come on, you Gotham people win.

"Let me ask politely... I seem to have seen that man in the news, is that the Riddler?" West pointed at the Riddler.

Edward Nygma seemed to have sensed it, and suddenly raised his head and glanced in West's direction.

He nodded politely to West, and then moved his eyes to other places.

"Yes, if you read the Gotham news, you will know that Nygma received Arkham's recovery certificate some time ago, and was recently released from the madhouse." Gordon said calmly.

But we all know that he is definitely not well.

Of course Gordon would not say the latter sentence.

"Why are everyone so calm when they see the Riddler?" West asked speechlessly, "Because the Riddler...healed?"

"In Gotham, who hasn't passed by one or two villains?" Gordon explained to him calmly, "If you are still in Gotham tomorrow, maybe you can have breakfast with Penguin."

West laughed dryly, and suddenly felt that New York is really good, at least New York does not have such mental illnesses running around.

While he was talking to Gordon, Tony raised his chin suddenly, pointed at the person who walked in from the gate of the police station and said, "Your target is here."

West looked up subconsciously, and saw a limping little man limping in in front of him.

His appearance is very comical, walking like a penguin, making people laugh with difficulty.

But no one at the scene laughed.

Robin Taylor?West's first reaction was the actor he knew in his previous life, but on second thought, no, it was Penguin.

The Penguin strutted into the Gotham Police Station, followed by a large row of people, all of whom had weapons strapped to their waists and were loaded with live ammunition.

And the Penguin himself held an umbrella in his hand, and casually pointed at a Gotham policeman.

The attitude of the policeman in Gotham towards the criminals was extremely strange. He glanced at the Penguin in fear, and obediently brought the Penguin to the Riddler.

Then the Penguin began to talk to the Riddler, and West couldn't hear what they were saying at a distance.

Seeing this passage, West was stunned. He never imagined that Gotham criminals would be so... arrogant?

"Penguin recently found another reason to wash himself clean." Gordon said casually.

Gotham criminals are real bulls.

West nodded while listening.

At this time, the Penguin had finished speaking with the Riddler, and walked up to Gordon, who happened to be next to West.

The Penguin didn't even look at West, he opened his mouth and said, "Edward is acting bravely, right? The Gotham Police Department doesn't have the right to detain a good citizen who loves Gotham and serves Gotham, right?"

When it comes to being brave, Penguin himself laughed.

Gordon twitched his lips: "Of course."

"That's good." Penguin smirked, nodded to Gordon, and then prepared to leave with Riddler.

West looked at him furtively, and when he noticed that the Penguin was about to leave, he immediately lowered his head, and when the Penguin walked past him, he stopped suddenly.

"You were looking at me just now?" West heard Penguin say.

He looked up and found Penguin with a cigarette in his mouth, looking down at him arrogantly.

"Uh... I've never met the boss before, so I'm a little curious." West said sincerely.

Penguin took a deep look at him, snorted, turned around and left.

"I find you seem to be quite likable?" Tony said to West.

"Huh?" West asked puzzled.

"Penguins are rarely so kind to people." Tony rubbed his chin, "Generally, anyone who dares to look at him lame with your eyes will be shot in the head by him. I was just thinking about how to save you later. .”

West: "... so violent?"

Tony told him "of course" with his eyes.

After a while, Gordon came to inform West that he could leave. The owner of the haunted house held Hall in one hand and walked out of the Gotham Police Station with a salute in the other.

"Then if I broke into his house at night, you say..." Standing on the road in Gotham, West suddenly said, "...Do people still like me?"

This time Tony was speechless.

Of course he knew what West was talking about. Before coming, West had already inquired clearly. The Penguin had indeed obtained a painting, but no one knew exactly what that painting looked like.

However, since Natasha specifically mentioned the Penguin, she didn't just talk about it casually. She must have known that the things in the Penguin's hands were not simple.

But he planned to meet him just now... Does he regard Penguin's Iceberg Club as his back garden?

"Penguin looks good to Riddler." West touched his chin and said, "Do you think he'll celebrate Riddler's release from prison?"

Can giving them a great gift divert their attention?

West tenderly turned his gaze to Hall in his arms, and the hair on the whole body of the kind-eyed cat stood on end.

"Edward, my old friend, congratulations on leaving that place successfully." The Penguin raised his cup and said to the Riddler with a smirk.

"Oswald, do you still need such a false greeting between you and me?" The Riddler said with his legs dangling.

Today's Iceberg Club is extremely lively. The Riddler is one of Gotham's most outstanding villains, and most people are willing to come to the Penguin's banquet for him.

In other words, it's a villain party, too.

Riddler drank two glasses of wine, which was not enough to make him drunk.

Looking at the bustling people at the scene, Oswald likes this scene, but the riddle man prefers to think in secret by himself.

So he decided to leave early.

[Uncle, uncle, come and play with me, please? 】

Walking into a room, a voice suddenly came from the Riddler's ear.

The clear and crisp voice of a child made all the hairs on his body stand on end.

His first instinct was not to look back, but to think quickly about what had happened.

How could there be children here?

Then he suddenly realized that someone had pulled his clothes.

Ok?

The Riddler turned around quickly, but there was no one behind him.

He unintentionally lowered his head for a moment, and saw some stains on his clothes.

Lifting up the clothes, I found that the children's handprints were left on my body.

"Scarecrow? Is that you?" The Riddler narrowed his eyes and his first reaction was fear of the toxin, but he didn't feel like he had been tricked.

No, it's not.

His instinct told him no.

Then the clear and crisp laughter of the child sounded again: [Uncle, Uncle, do you want to come and play with me. 】

His body stiffened instantly, not because of the sound, but because at the moment the sound sounded, he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his neck, as if something was pressing on it.

[Uncle, Uncle, are you really not going to play with me? 】

Something reached out and put a hand on his eyelid, as if if he dared to say no, it would gouge his eyes out.

The weighted Riddler lowered his head, and the reflection on the tile made him tremble with fear for a moment.

On his neck rides a little girl.

For a moment, the Riddler was short of breath, and his hands almost didn't seem to be his own.

Is it a curse or what?

Wraith?

He didn't dare to look back, and he didn't even have the courage to look down.

Among the villains in Gotham, the Riddler is not known for his force, and it is the most difficult for him to deal with such rough control.

If the other party is willing to listen to him, he can think of a way, but like this...he feels that something in his head doesn't want to talk to him.

He wanted to lift his leg, but his leg was not obedient, it stuck firmly in place, making it impossible for him to take a step.

The child's hand rested on his eyes, and it was almost possible to gouge out his eyes with a single force.

But she stopped, and then there was a rattling sound, as if a gust of cold wind was blowing in her ears: [Uncle, won't you play with us? 】

The little girl disappeared.

For a moment, the Riddler felt that his legs could move again. Fear gave him strength, making him stand up like a spring at this moment.

The child's hand left him behind him, he rushed to the door, opened it, quickly got out, and then closed the door with his hand.

Facing the door panel, he stumbled back two steps and leaned his back against the wall.

He looked at the closed door, and he could feel those eyes staring at him.

They want to play with him, play some damn games.

Who did he fall for?

As the Riddler wondered what happened, he heard the clacking footsteps again.

The footsteps were light, coming from someone who wasn't heavy.

There is also a child.

He instinctively raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He didn't see anyone, but there was a pair of wet footprints on the floor one meter away from him.

Before he had time to think about anything, he immediately grabbed the wall and stood up.

His fingers almost scratched holes in the wall, and the nails of his five fingers were all turned up, but he didn't care, his instinct told him to run, so he ran desperately in the opposite direction.

The corridor that usually takes a few steps to the end seems to be much longer now, and he ran for a long time without reaching the end.

The lights in the corridor flickered and flickered, and finally after going out once, they never came on again.

There was no light, no one around.

In addition to his footsteps, he could also hear the clatter of footsteps behind him.

The voice was light and lively, with the innocence of a child.

Riddler's body trembled slightly, instinctively feeling fear.

Just when he almost gave up, the moment he looked up, he suddenly saw a burst of light in front of him.

It's the elevator lights.

He rushed towards the elevator subconsciously, and the footsteps behind him made him rush in instinctively before he even had time to think.

When the elevator door was about to close, he saw two children standing side by side outside through the crack of the door.

They were smiling at him.