Super Detective in the Fictional World

A bunch of lousy students were at a loss. If they could study hard, would they be looting things here?

They could only continue glaring at the 'genius,' Cold. "So, where the hell is the d*mn trophy?"

Cold had a long face. He had blurted out the answer in excitement; how was he supposed to know what location it was referring to?

But seeing the weapons around him being raised higher and higher and getting closer and closer, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. "Memory, memory card, find a place which sells memory cards."

Those who used cell phones pretty much knew what that was. They turned around and ran to the phone store.

Seeing that, the others followed.

Looking at how the phone store was packed with what looked like a zombie horde, the nerds almost pissed their pants and didn't dare approach at all.

Besides, they still had a bunch of 'wives' on them. If they went over, wouldn't their wives be harrassed by this bunch of smelly men? No way they would let that happen!

Thankfully, most people were looking for the trophy, so nobody paid attention to them. They slipped to the side.

'Black Widow' Lawser glared at 'Spiderman' Cold. "You just want attention, is that it? If you guessed it, go look for it secretly yourself. Did you have to be so loud? Do you think you're surrounded by cheerleaders?"

"That's right. You make fun of others crossdressing every day, but you like to tie yourself up. You're a completely erotic version of Spiderman." 'Thor' Wicked hurriedly chimed in.

Hesher, the 'Hulk,' said, "Go get the trophy yourself. Isn't it good to get out alive?"

Cold opened his mouth, only to find that he had nothing to say.

But he was just a nerd. How could he be that long-sighted when doing things?

At that moment, the Riddler gave the second riddle. "I can't be bought, but I can be easily stolen at a glance. I'm worthless to one person, but invaluable to two. What am I?"

Many people who couldn't squeeze into the store to look for the trophy heard it, but they still didn't know the answer, so someone shouted, "Where are those perverts? Come out and answer the question."

The nerds were indignant. They curled up and stuck to the darker corners to hide.

In any case, there was only the ghostly dark green light, and there was no one here at all.

The Riddler actually didn't plan to let anyone go. He was only doing all this to savor a sense of superiority. He wouldn't give these people enough light to play by.

There were a lot of people in the mall, and it was very chaotic. Few people remembered what the nerds looked like.

They decisively retreated to the corners, and weren't discovered.

Naturally, nobody answered the second question. The trophy for the first question was found, and a lot of people started fighting over it.

Someone thought that it counted as soon as he got his hands on it, and he raised the trophy and shouted, "I got it. Let me out." As soon as he said that, his hand was empty.

Reveling in his intelligence, the Riddler said, "Stupid people always work hard at things that won't succeed."

He knew that it was impossible for the trophy to be redeemed, unless only one person was left here.

While he was feeling smug, an angry roar rang out not far behind him. "You psycho, you only dare bully the poor. I'll kill you."

Stunned for a moment, the Riddler turned his head and saw a boorish man charging over with a metal pipe raised high.

That shabby jacket, plaid shirt, and jeans suggested that he was a laborer.

The Riddler frowned. That shouldn't be! The defense line that someone as smart as him had set up was flawless. It was impossible for anyone to reach the top floor.

Could it be that this person had climbed up somehow? Puzzled, he nevertheless calmly raised his walking stick.

Judging from the person's movements, he didn't seem like anything special.

As long as the Riddler used the small prop in his walking stick, he could subdue this brainless bottom-level idiot.

But just as the Riddler raised his walking stick, the other party seemed too agitated, and swung the metal pipe at his head.

The Riddler snorted unhappily and swung his walking stick.

Bang!

The metal pipe collided with the metal walking stick and then 'jumped' strangely over the walking stick.

Bang!

The metal pipe that had been aimed at the Riddler's face jumped over his head and hit the back of his head hard.

The Riddler's body swayed, and his vision turned dark. There seemed to be a lot of stars in the darkness.

Then, his right hand felt light as his walking stick was snatched away. He heard a shout. "Riddler, get lost!"

With that, the new owner of the walking stick hit the Riddler hard in the right leg, and there was the sound of bones breaking.

The Riddler's head cleared a little at the extreme pain. He screamed, "B*stard, who are you?"

Swinging the walking stick, Luke fully sensed how sturdy and smooth this variation of a combat staff was, and didn't forget to spout nonsense. "Your stupid riddles disgust me. Do you know how pigs die?"

The Riddler screamed, but he still couldn't help but wonder.

Luke broke the Riddler's left leg with the cane. "You died of stupidity, idiot!"

Riddler: ???

Luke asked, "Do you know how I got here?"

The Riddler couldn't help but wonder again.

Luke raised the walking stick again and broke the Riddler's right hand. "I walked up here, idiot!"

The Riddler screamed. "You're lying. That isn't a riddle at all!"

Luke thought for a moment before he raised his walking stick. "You still don't admit that you're stupid? I'm going to beat you up today!"

Crack!

The Riddler's left hand was also broken.

…

In the hall on the first floor, the noisy crowd that had been fighting for the trophy had already quieted down. They turned around and looked at the 'miracle' on the surveillance feed in shock.

What happened to being a supervillain? What happened to being extremely ruthless? What happened to controlling everything?

At that moment, there was a lot of light in the building, and many people noticed that the metal roller shutters at the entrance were going up.

The criminals outside the door had collapsed and didn't move where they lay on the ground.

Some people near the door completely forgot about the people who had been shot earlier and ran out.

When the others saw that, they immediately followed.

No matter what the situation was like, it was better to leave with everyone first. That was what most people thought.

After almost everyone left, the nerds finally snuck out of hiding.

Suddenly, 'Black Widow' Lawser's phone rang, scaring everyone.

He hurriedly took out his phone and picked up the call. Lawser asked in a low voice, "Shower, why are you calling me?"

Shower was impatient. "Sissy, where are my husbands? Why haven't you brought them back after so long?"

Lawser said with a pained expression, "We were stuck in a mall and haven't left yet. You could've called your brother. Why call me?"