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

I heard that Superman will take care of all the calls for help from the whole world.

Now if I call Superman, will Superman come to me and overthrow the Riddler?

I stood on a temporary stage, with Riddlers standing in front of the stage, strong men with guns standing on both sides of the stage, and nervous and frightened people below the stage.

I was lost in thought among the crowd.

2 minutes ago, the Riddler spotted me and recognized me - and called me by the wrong name (accent)!

Threatened by the muzzle of the black hole, I was brought to this crude stage that had just been built.

There is also a giant hourglass on the side of the stage, I don't know what it is for.

"Miss Wayne, I am the beginning of eternity, I am the end of time, I am the beginning of the end, I am the end of every place - what am I?" reverse.

"The clock is on," he said.

Well, I now know what this big hourglass is for.

"Is it the letter e?" I asked uncertainly.

"Congratulations, your answer is correct." The Riddler said, "Have you felt the fun of this game?"

"No." I said indifferently.

"Ok, fine." He shrugged, and then hooked down the drone above his head with the crutch in his hand.

"Dear audience friends, welcome to watch the Riddler's game scene, do you want to say hello to my first game guest?"

"Miss Wayne, say hello to the audience friends who are watching~ Maybe your richest father is watching you in front of the camera?" It hit me and took a step back.

"The excellent Miss Wayne answered my first question perfectly." He shook the drone carrying the live camera in his hand vigorously. I think if someone is really watching, it may be shaken Gotta vomit.

"Go ahead, Miss Wayne." He laughed and let go of the drone in his hand, and turned to look at me again.

Why don't you still play drones?Why haven't the Gotham police come yet?

"Oh, I forgot to mention it." He twirled the crutch in his hand, pretending to be surprised, "You answered correctly, just keep answering~"

Question, answer, question, answer, question, answer...

"The tenth question is indeed the excellent Miss Wayne, will you always answer it correctly?" His expression was very sincere.

The first nine questions are basically questions at the level of ordinary American elementary school students. For a while, I didn't know if he was acting weird.

"I can be broken, even if no one handles it, I can be given and then taken away; some people use me to deceive, but if it comes as promised, I will be the best gift. What am I?"

I am your father, I answered seriously in my heart.

Thinking so, the answer is not so.

Guessing the answer turned around in my mind, and I glanced at the hourglass next to me. The Riddler didn't let anyone turn the hourglass this time.

"I guess you already know the answer, right?" He stood under the stage with a relaxed expression.

The Riddler at this moment doesn't look like a lunatic at all.

"Did I forget to mention another rule?" The Riddler showed exaggerated surprise, he turned his head and looked at the assistant who was in charge of turning the hourglass for him: "I forgot to mention such an important rule. Won't you remind me?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nigma." The assistant apologized decisively.

"However, it is not too late to say now," he said. "There is a huge cavity under the street under our feet."

"I put a small, insignificant clown firework in there." The Riddler held a prominent button in his other hand.

"Lucky gamers who win ten games in a row will get this reward - a beautiful clown firework." He made a "bang" onomatopoeia.

Thank you.

I now want to pass on to the Riddler the greeting I just sent to the magician who took my car away.

Now I am in a dilemma.

The answer is correct, this thing called the clown firework is actually a bomb that explodes underneath, causing the cavity to resonate and collapse, and everyone on the street is buried alive.

If the answer is wrong, the person locked in the warehouse will die.

A realistic version of the trolley puzzle, the Riddler's puzzle, which is even harder than the trolley puzzle.

Who can help me? ! ! !

"Don't worry about Miss Wayne." The culprit said, "Look at so many people standing on the street and yourself, and look at the people far away in the warehouse who have nothing to do with you. You can think about it slowly."

What are you thinking?Thinking about this is better than thinking about whether it is possible to turn over everyone present and snatch the remote control of the bomb from the Riddler without being unarmed.

--what?

What's moving on the other side?

I squinted my eyes, and before I could see what was on the opposite side, I felt the phone in my trouser pocket, which I had set to vibrate, vibrate regularly.

【assault】attack

【solve】solve

Morse code, if you guessed correctly...it should be for me to cooperate with the attack to deal with these people?

I looked up at the picture on the hot air balloon spaceship, and took a deep breath.

At this time, the Riddler walked a little further away from me. There were many people standing under the crude stage who kept begging me to save them. The chaotic voices filled my ears. The distance between me and him was about ten. A few meters away, there are many people in between.

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

I took out the phone from my pocket, held it in my hand, and carried it behind my back.

"I've chosen." I said loudly.

The Riddler looked up: "What do you choose?"

"Choose your mother!!!" I threw the phone in my hand vigorously.

When the mobile phone flew out of the air in a perfect arc, two figures appeared between the gangsters on both sides.

The people around me who pointed guns at me were knocked down one by one by the vigilantes who stood by and cooperated with me, and the rest screamed at the vigilantes who appeared beside them and started shooting.

And their boss, Riddler, was hit on the forehead by a mobile phone more than ten meters away.

The scene was chaotic, and the citizens ran around holding their heads until the last person was brought down.

"You've asked us so many riddles, and we're reciprocating. I think I'll give you some too." I walked up to the riddleman who was knocked down by the phone, and said darkly.

"Do you know why a crow is like a writing desk?" I knelt down and picked up the mobile phone that was briefly used as a murder weapon and the button that was dropped by the Riddler.

"Because I want to hit you, it doesn't make sense." I asked myself and answered.

It's a pity that although the crowbar I threw hit the Riddler, it didn't knock him out.

He can still move, he can tremble and try to get up, and he still looks at me with his eyes open.

"Riddles are the most annoying thing in my life," I said.

After the Riddler stood up strong and very determined, I sighed.

"Okay." I bent down and picked up the bricks that fell out of an unknown building on the ground, and weighed them in my hands: "This time the accuracy is rare, and the damage has not kept up."

"Could it be that the Riddler is too thick-skinned?"

I took two steps back.

The run-up kicked off the wall and turned around in one go, and the brick in my hand directly called the riddleman's head.

In the background sound of the Riddler falling to the ground, I landed handsomely.

"The touch of bricks is still as good as ever." I threw away the bricks in my hand, patted the dust on my hands, and turned on the screen of my mobile phone.

"The phone is not broken? It's worthy of Wayne Enterprises."