[Batman] I, The Joker, how is that possible?

Chapter 50: Scholars Meet Soldiers

Tony Zucco?That's just the name of a gangster. Why do Penguin's subordinates want to know information about this person?

And—the Riddler slightly narrowed his eyes and looked at the two sitting in the darkness not far away, and then deepened the strange feeling before: these two people are very strange.

When he said strange, he didn't mean their appearance was strange. Of course, judging from the shape of their shadows, these two people were indeed unusually tall, but that didn't matter, what mattered was their temperament.

Temperament, this kind of mysterious and mysterious thing, has no sense of existence most of the time, but sometimes it is so eye-catching, such as now.

In the eyes of the Riddler, compared with the creatures hiding in the darkness, these two people who claim to be the hands of penguins are more like being born of darkness, or more exaggerated, they are darkness itself.One defines its color and one defines its density.But no matter which one, it's all so, pure...

"I can tell you the information," Edward Nygma said after thinking for a few seconds, shaking his cane, "but you have to answer my riddle first."

"Tell me, what's the question you can never answer 'yes' to?" The malice hides beneath the Riddler's seemingly normal tone.

Yun Hai didn't seem to notice it, she stared at the dead fish eyes and tilted her head, and responded with a cold joke: "Are you talking about Losersahead (losers first)? Or losersahead? (Losers lose their heads)?"

See, only magic can defeat magic!Come on, let's mess it all up!

Beside her, Bruce knew Yun Hai's mind clearly, he cast a look that did not allow nonsense, and then gave the correct answer in an extremely sure tone: "The answer is "Are you dead?" "." Didn't even add inquiry words like "right?"

Sure enough, the answer was correct, but——

"But your friend, aha." Regrettably raised his right index finger and put it in front of his lips for a few times, the Riddler said, "He's not so lucky."

Seeing the Riddler rushing towards him like a whirlwind, the old god Yunhai stayed in his place and complained to Bruce: "I think you are too kind to him."

When the sickle slashed at her unsuspecting neck, she even subtly ate jealously: "It's also a villain, when you treat me without saying a word, you just move your hands, and—"

"Can you call me after I finish speaking? This one, Mr. Nigma?"

With a lightning-like shot, his slender fingers firmly grabbed the Riddler's wrist holding the cane like an eagle's claw. Yun Hai frowned in displeasure: "You're annoying, don't you know?"

If you don't know, I will teach you a lesson.

On the side, Bruce put down the hand he was about to grab as if nothing had happened.

The name of the class is:

"If you are so good at guessing riddles, come and guess my riddles." Yunhai's unique voice echoed in the empty theater.

Seeing the sudden change of the riddle man Yunhai's face in a good mood, he bent down close to the side of the former's face, observed the other's expression closely and slowly said the following words: "How do you threaten others? When all the chips are destroyed." And there is nothing you can do.

"Of course, you have every right to design your puzzles as cleverly as possible with your, um, genius little brain, but therein lies the problem."

Stepping on the cane, Yun Hai slightly lowered his head to look at the Riddler, the metallic luster of his fingertips resting on the Riddler's chin, smiling lazily and carelessly: "Look, I also have the right not to follow your rules." There is no coercive force As a backing rule, it's a joke.

If anyone regards all human-made rules as laws, then Yunhai sympathizes with such a person, because she and he are so thoroughly played by the person who made the rules.

Non-universal rules without guarantees of enforcement are useless rubbish that will not be obeyed by even the most inflexible.She and the others will just kick these useless things aside, let them be companions with the soil, and neighbors with the dregs.

Isn't this a matter of course?Because they are just dregs, but some of them are not so thorough, and some are just disguised as delicacies.

In this world, how many rules are universally applicable?Count on your fingers!Are there really, no selfish rules?

Please let me know if there is any!If there is a completely pure and selfless rule that was born from an extremely selfish and vicious race like human beings, please tell me!

The strong make the rules, and the weak follow the rules. This has been the case since ancient times.

When the Riddler gained the upper hand, he made the rules, and now Yunhai took his place, so of course, the rules immediately bowed their heads and accepted the new master's control obediently.

"Tell me about the Scarecrow," the Rulemaker ordered, and soon she got, or rather, got everything Bruce wanted to know.

Everything was proceeding strangely and smoothly in the chaos, the deal between the Penguin and the Riddler was completed, and Yunhai got what she wanted to know.

Just before he left, the Riddler stopped, his curious gaze swept between the sea of ​​clouds and Bruce a few times, and then he said with a lot of emotion: "What kind of bad luck did the Penguin have to suffer to own it?" Monsters like you as subordinates."

When Edward said this, Yun Hai was casually playing with the dagger in his hand, the silver edge was dancing on his slender fingertips, like some kind of beautiful dance.A certain word in the words caused her to pause, and the silver plane shook to reflect a pale face.

If we talk about monsters, who in this world is not a monster?

Yunhai bent his lips slightly coolly.

Getting no response from the stranger, the Riddler shrugged nonchalantly and said the farewell words he had already prepared: "If nothing unexpected happens, we will meet in Arkham later."

"My future roommates, I look forward to hearing the names of the two of you." These were Edward's sincere words, but he never thought that his words would elicit such a big response.

Almost as soon as the words fell, there was a sound of metal falling, followed by a few small muffled laughter.

how?

The laughing person is Yunhai. Facing the confused eyes of the scarecrow, she grabbed the clothes over her heart with her right hand, covered her mouth with her left hand, and tried her best to cover up the laughter overflowing her mouth: "Sorry, ha, ha (gasps and Laughter mixed together), sorry, please don't, leave me alone."

The result was of course a failure, and the small laughter quickly turned into a hearty laugh.

Oh my god, Batman lives in Arkham Asylum, isn't that the best joke of the year?No, no, no, I'm going to laugh and cry.

Tears gathered at the corners of the sea of ​​clouds, which were bent into crescent shapes, and she almost couldn't support herself and slipped under the seat involuntarily.

It's strange, is there some riddle hidden in this sentence that I don't know?The riddleman, who didn't know why, looked at the figure that kept sliding with probing eyes, but was surprised to find that his sight was blocked.

Looking up, the white-haired young man who had been silent all this time was raising his right hand, and his separated fingers just covered his companion's figure, and then he looked back with a pair of oppressive black eyes.

Grabbing someone who kept sliding, the white-haired young man looked at the riddle expressionlessly and said, "You can go, or you don't have to go?"

Although there was no trace of impatience in it, Edward still did not intend to take the risk of deliberately provoking at this juncture. "Got it, got it, I won't snatch it from you." With his hands raised flat, he walked around the farthest distance and moved towards the gate.

But when Edward really walked out of the door and entered the corridor, his face darkened instantly:

What about his subordinates outside?Why is it so useless, not even a little warning? !

The author has something to say: so difficult