[Comprehensive British and American] The life of the villain and the body of the hero

Nygma is a madman, but not a psychopath in the traditional sense.

Well, he is definitely sick, at least he has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and like most of the prisoners in Arkham, he acts recklessly, disregards the law, and despises human life.But Nygma just despises human life, he has no hobby of killing for pleasure.

In fact, a large part of his crimes are just to show off his intelligence, or just want to have some fun for himself.

Anyway, he won't change his temperament drastically in his later years and decide to become a child killer.

Then, his purpose of kidnapping James and Red becomes very intriguing.However, these questions are left for adults to think about. James and Red are now fighting with two oversized ice cream waltzes.

It was three huge ice cream balls of different flavors piled up next to each other, with various diced iced fruits on the bottom, some soda water was poured on them, the vanilla ice cream ball on the top was covered with a pile of cream, and finally chocolate sauce was poured on it. A piece of emerald green mint leaves, this thing is amazing to the lethality of children, all parents are very aware of this.

"Eat, Jim, I won't try to poison you." Nygma said to James sarcastically.

So, after hesitating for a while, James and Rhett picked up the spoons and headed towards the ice cream waltz.And Nygma ordered a cup of coffee and sat opposite, with a very relaxed expression, not at all like the one who just exposed his identity and kidnapped two children.

Of course, his talkative attributes will not change.

"In my life, I've had many great achievements and unfortunate failures. I've had good enemies, although most of the others have been idiots. The world changes all the time, and I Gradually aging, even older by some accident. But I still seek the wisdom of the world, and, without humility, achieve a little.”

"I don't have much time left. Although of course I have other ways to get rid of death, in my wisdom, of course, it's troublesome but I can do it, and yet I don't. Do you know why?"

"Everybody is dead, everybody. The stupid, the smart, the heroes, the criminals, even the common people. Who remembers what happened? Who even knew we existed? Well, just Relying on a few words in newspapers and on the Internet? My existence cannot be summed up in such flawed language!"

"It was the end of an era, I knew it, I knew it a long time ago. There was so much glory, so much greatness, so much wisdom and stories, you can't even imagine the feats that happened in that era. And I was one of them In that colorful world, even if I am in Arkham, I can still enjoy the fun and excitement."

"Now... there is nothing left, not even enemies." Nygma's tone suddenly became extremely low.

The two young children will not understand this emotion at the moment, but one day they will understand that when their own world is gone, when even their enemies are turned into smoke, when their own era is replaced and forgotten, and gradually withdraw from history The stage finally dissipated into the mood of a few lines of words.

It wasn't resentment, it wasn't sadness, it wasn't despair, it was...infinite weariness and sighing.His own existence has become meaningless, becoming a living relic of a bygone era.And his partner, enemy, and all related people are in another world, why should he stay here?Why continue to mourn the past?

"I can try to destroy the world, but what's the use?" The frail old man looked at the wrinkled skin on his palm and murmured again: "What's the point? Batman is long gone, and neither is the Justice League." Will stop me again. I can't even use this to taunt my fellow inmates, they're gone, gone."

Nygma finally finished venting, and when he looked up, those two heartless little guys had already eaten up the large portion of ice cream, making him feel like he was playing the piano to the cow before, and this confession of true feelings was in vain !

He rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Although I may soon follow in their footsteps, but before that, I must find a successor to my wisdom. My painstaking efforts and research cannot be wasted like this!"

"So, you plan to raise a little Riddler?" James asked sideways.

"You can say that if you want, it's an accident to find you, but I have to say that sometimes fate is like this, accidents. At first I took a fancy to Rhett, but now it seems that you are also good. It's okay to have another one, I I have enough wealth to support the two of you." Nygma said confidently, "Belongs to my successor, my last gift to this world, my little riddleman!"

...So this guy's purpose is to snatch other people's children to be his successor?

"But I have parents." Reid looked up in confusion.

Nygma's expression suddenly became a little ferocious, and he squeezed out his teeth and said: "No, you are gone. From today onwards, you are my students, and I will be responsible for raising you and educating you until you meet my requirements. request. Tonight we will fly out and I will take you to my base, where you will grow up."

"Why don't you have one yourself?" James asked calmly.

Nigma raised his eyebrows and said, "It's two different things! Besides, Batman can raise Robin, why can't I raise Riddler? Have you finished eating? Go back to the temporary residence with me first, and wait for the plane tonight. Don't worry, Spencer, as my disciple, you will definitely have a bright future. The whole world will become your home field, and you can really do whatever you want!"

And what answered him was James' curled lips and Rhett's teary eyes.

The future will be long, Nygma quietly persuaded himself, the future will be long, and there will be a long time to correct their thinking in the future.Sooner or later, these two kids will understand that he is the one who is really right.

The two children disappeared, and Mrs. Reid, who came home and saw the mess, was almost crazy.

She immediately called the police and called back Mr. Reid who was at work.Plus, of course, Clark and Bruce.

A blood-stained knife fell out of a broken vase on the ground, and the broken children's clothes were scattered nearby. The winding bloodstains spread from the bottom of the pool to the wall, as if a small figure kept retreating because of fear. Forming.

All this stimulated Mrs. Reed's already unstable nerves. She finally couldn't help screaming, and was helped away by Mr. Reed with a face of perseverance and pain.Only Clark was left to answer the questions of the police present, while Bruce sat aside to observe the scene.

"Have you come to a conclusion?" Clark adjusted his glasses, walked over and bent down and asked in a low voice.

"Go back and talk about it, this is not the place." Bruce said in a low voice.

The scene was so obvious that even the little policeman present could see the general situation at a glance without even needing Bruce himself - the two children were first held hostage by a gangster with a knife, and then someone knocked the knife-wielder unconscious with a vase from behind , maybe he took two children.After waking up, the knife-wielding man also left the scene, leaving in a hurry and leaving footprints.

But the second person, who attacked the first gangster and was most likely to take away the child, left almost no clues, even his own footprints were erased, and it is estimated that fingerprints are unlikely to be found.

The first is an amateur, and the second is probably very experienced.

And the child may be in the hands of the second person, which obviously makes the search more difficult, especially when they have no other clues now.The police decided to review nearby surveillance video, but Bruce didn't hold out much hope.

After returning to the residence, Bruce came to James’ room, opened the door, and found the notebook on the boy’s bed without any trouble—it folded up and put it on the bed sheet, because James was agitated at the time and left in a hurry .

He first turned to the page that said the strange man with glasses, then frowned unobtrusively, then he turned to the previous page and saw the four descriptions, especially the last riddle.

The pupils of the icy blue eyes contracted rapidly, and he breathed a beat faster, and then returned to normal at the same speed.Bruce's fingers ran across the clean page, his brain working at a very human speed.

No one knew the Riddler better than he did, and Nygma was not a bloodthirsty man, nor did he have a special interest in children.It is very unlikely that he kidnapped the children to hurt them, so Nygma knew who he and Clark were and wanted to blackmail them?

No, if that was the case, Nygma would not make things difficult for Rhett. On the contrary, with his character, he would be happy to keep Rhett to relay the message, which was probably another riddle as a provocation.

And even if Nygma kidnapped James to blackmail him, Nygma would not hurt an eight-year-old boy before seeing Bruce, because the harm that Bruce could not see was meaningless.

Therefore, the preliminary answer is that there is no danger for the two children being taken away by the Riddler. It is even possible that Nygma rescued them. The motive is unknown, and there is only a small probability that it is related to their identity exposure.

"The Riddler." Bruce waved the book in his hand to Clark who followed him.

"He actually came here?" The slightly lower voice showed the master's mood at the moment.

"It's not necessarily aimed at us. But I remember that Nygma was on the death list..."

That was the height of the tyranny of a self-proclaimed god-like dictator, and the government began mass executions of felons.Of course, Arkham couldn't escape, especially since it was still within the control of Batman, and these lunatics would not be easily let go.

You know, the clown came from Arkham, and Superman hated everything related to the clown at that time.

Batman, who led the rebel army at that time, was exhausted, and the heroes on his side died one after another.He couldn't break through the heavy defenses of the government army to rescue the prisoners in Arkham, not to mention he couldn't abandon the rebels for a group of lunatics.

The news of the mass execution of the prisoners in Arkham reached Batman along with a death list.The familiar names made him breathless for an instant, and the black gloved hands pinched the thin sheets of paper tightly, until the paper was twisted and deformed to the point that he couldn't even read the words clearly.

Bruce couldn't remember the list wrong, every letter on it was engraved vividly in his mind.And Edward Nygma's name was written at the end of the second sheet.

"The first few... I was at the scene, but I left after something happened." Clark said in a low voice, "With Riddler's IQ, maybe he figured out some way to escape the death penalty, making everyone think he was dead gone."

"I'm going to contact Mrs. Reed." Bruce said coldly after a moment of silence.

The past is a wound that cannot heal, no matter how much time has passed, as long as it is touched, the pain is still unspeakable.The appearance of the Riddler seems to have finally revealed the ghost that has been haunting them, reminding every period of grief that happened in the past.

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