[Comprehensive Yingmei] What kind of experience is it like to take online classes in Gotham?

Emmm... how should I put it.

People can't stand talking about it.

When comparing the magician who killed my car with thousands of knives, I pulled out the clown and the riddle man to compare with him.

It's not because I'm familiar with the clown and the riddleman, it's just... The clothes of the two of them are really unique, such as eggplant color matching and green hats.

So I used these two people to step on the magician in my heart.

Then say Cao Cao and Cao Cao will arrive, and the riddle speaker will come.

Do I have the potential of a crow's mouth?Or mutant ability?

All in all, all in all, I don't want to see this Arkham criminal wearing a green hat and a green suit holding a question mark cane and talking weirdly in reality.

I don't even want to be threatened with a gun, and then look up to see his image in the sky, and his voice is still coming from the phone.

Experienced two large-scale crimes in one day, it really deserves to be you, Gotham City with the highest crime rate in the United States.

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The voice of the Riddler rang out from all the running electronic devices, and the hot air balloon spacecraft in the sky was the main source of sound to spread the news. Under everyone's gaze, the figure of the Riddler appeared on the screen of the spacecraft hull.

"Dear ladies and gentlemen, good day everyone." The voice came from the mobile phone, TV, and radio, and the voices of various devices overlapped together, causing a terrible echo sound effect.

"I am your familiar friend, and I am the Riddler."

"Have you guessed the answer to the riddle yet?" he asked.

On the screen, a man in a green suit and a top hat held his question mark cane, bowed gracefully and saluted.

"I'm very glad that everyone here can come to my game site." The Riddler opened his hands, "In order for today's grand game to go smoothly, I have prepared for a long time, and I also want to ask our Gotham boss Friends borrowed helicopters and spaceships."

"I believe that everyone, like me, can't wait to participate in today's game."

"Then now, let me introduce the rules of today's game to you."

He turned and waved, and the screen was split in two.

"It starts with the people involved in the game."

The screen on the left switched, with an abandoned warehouse as the background, a dozen people were tied up and fell to the ground, and there were still gangsters with guns guarding them.

"Live or die, their fate is in your hands."

How did he act like a depraved demon who was seducing people? "People around were whispering, the gangsters with guns did not stop this behavior, and I whispered to John.

"He acts more like a clown today." John, a native of Gotham, pointedly pointed out that the Riddler's crimes today are completely different from his previous crimes.

"Either he's teamed up with someone else, or he's out of his mind," John said.

I know this. When I browsed the forum, I saw someone saying that the Riddler unilaterally looked down on the clown, and the two occasionally hated each other.

"Given that he's being held in a madhouse, I think he's out of his mind." I whispered.

[Louis?What's the situation with you? ] My phone vibrated and I received a message.

I just remembered that my dad and I were still on the phone.

[There is nothing wrong at the moment. ] I typed a reply on the keyboard.

[I have already called the police, and the Gotham Police Department should be there soon. 】Dad replied to me, 【Pay attention to safety and protect yourself. 】

【Don't worry, dad, I'm good at fighting. ] I replied.

Dad's side showed that it was typing, and it flashed back and forth several times, and finally sent an emoticon package of "I wish you peace".

I returned a [Strong] expression pack to him.

After putting down the phone, I raised my head and glanced at the gangsters with live ammunition around me, feeling sad from the bottom of my heart.

Fake, lied to my dad.

No matter how strong I am, I cannot break out from a group of gangsters with guns, and no matter how skilled I am, I am afraid of kitchen knives.

What's more, I don't even have a weapon in my hand.

Contrary to my mood, the Riddler on the screen is very excited to introduce his so-called game rules to everyone.

"Very, very simple game," he said, "I planted a bomb somewhere in Gotham City big enough that our dear, most important first player of the game today, Batman, is already in I'm on the way to find it, I wonder if the popular player Batman can break through all the checkpoints, solve all the puzzles and find the little gift I buried?"

The Riddler's voice carried a strange frenzy: "Ah, of course this is Batman's gameplay, which is different from other people who participated in my game. The next thing I will introduce is your gameplay."

"Listen to the problem, think about the problem, solve the problem, and answer the problem. This is what you have to do. Since it is a game, of course there are reward mechanisms and punishment mechanisms. These people in my hand are used as chips for participating in the game, so be careful not to lose all the chips. Lose."

"They can live if the answer is correct, and one of them will be killed if they answer the wrong answer. As the person who answers the question, you don't want to become a murderer known to everyone, right? It will affect the company's The value of listed stocks is not so good. So, if you choose to answer, remember to consider the consequences~"

"Damn it, the Riddler is streaming us!" Someone cursed.

The discussion in the crowd instantly became louder, and I understood what the Riddler meant.

There is an office building next to this street. Not long ago, the shareholders' meeting was held in the office building—after the magician was captured by Batman.

Some of the people who were hijacked here were the presidents or chairman of the various companies that had just finished the meeting.

"Damn it, where are the police?! Where are the superheroes?!" One of the overnourished middle-aged men yelled. When a gun was pointed at his head and his life was in danger, these self-proclaimed upper-class people could no longer care. My own external image: "I usually pay so much tax to the Gotham City Government! What did they use the money for? Are they all living for nothing?!"

He looked at Huang Mao who had just spoken: "I am the chairman of Hull Group, I have a lot of money, I can give you money, you let me go."

"That's right!" The group of people in suits and leather shoes standing with him echoed: "Mr. Nigma wants to play games, so let this group of civilians play with him, and we can attract more people to play games." Mr. Nigma plays games, as long as you let me go."

"Shut up." The gun in Huang Mao's hand pointed at the first man who spoke, and pulled the trigger: "I told you to stay and stay, don't talk so much."

The fat body of the man fell down, and the blood was filled with screams. At this time, I really realized that every letter in the small "Gotham Travel Guidebook" was written by blood.

"You killed my player," said the Riddler.

In the hot air balloon spaceship in the sky, the screen showing the figure of the Riddler went dark.

The helicopter lowered, the plane's hatch lowered the rope ladder, and the Riddler came to the ground.

"You broke my game," he said.

Under the calm expression of the Riddler, Huangmao took a step back.

"No, no, Mr. Nigma, he was the one who challenged your majesty, and I am defending your majesty!" Huang Mao's expression was terrified.

"No matter what the reason is, you have broken my rules of the game." He looked at Huangmao calmly and waved his hand.

The people following him stepped forward and grabbed Huang Mao who was about to escape, and brought him back to the Riddler.

"Since one person is missing because of you, then you can take that person's place in this game," he said.

Huang Mao's identity changed instantly. He was stripped of his equipment and thrown into the group of people who were shouting just now.

"This is a game I'm looking forward to very much. I don't allow anyone to spoil it, understand?" The Riddler scanned the crowd.

At this time, everyone was very quiet. I don't know if this strange development is considered a betrayal. I can only say that it is worthy of being a mentally ill criminal.

"Interesting." The Riddler said suddenly in silence: "Look who I found?"

who?I raised my head to see who the African chief who was cueed by the madman was.

Then I caught the Riddler's eye.

... No, I'm the African chief, right?

"The eldest daughter of Gotham's richest man, Ruth Wayne?" He nodded his cane and smiled: "Great, we have a bigger bargaining chip."

Fuck you, you're Ruth Wayne.