The Collection of The End

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Bat cave, rest area.

"Yeah... "The scientist angrily attacks the research institute with his own weapons and equipment after his wife ran away due to long-term overtime work, but is stopped by Batman"? Are you serious?"

Anderson threw the Gotham Daily newspaper on the table and looked at Martha who was holding the back of her head in her hands and trying to whistle.

In order to prevent Dr. Fries from violently wounding people after the thawing, Anderson followed all the way in a bat suit last night, and did not leave until he was transferred to the Arkham Asylum and detained, so he missed the editor of this news-the editor-in-chief. Can this manuscript pass?

In addition, why is Dr. Frees being sent to the lunatic asylum? He looks quite sane.

"At least this title has enough gimmicks~" Cathy walked over with a few paper documents and sat down with a fluffy skirt: "You must have a lot of questions~ ask~"

"So... what's the matter with Nora? Why does he call'Return Nora to him'?" Anderson thought for a while and decided to start with motivation.

"For the reason~ you should understand~ but Martha, do you want to listen~?" Cathy tilted her head to look at Martha.

"It's the [Heavenly Demon] again? Don't listen." Masha grabbed a large soundproof earphone from the side and put it on her head.

"The residents of Zion generally call Grox the "Outer Demon" ~ they think the castle is the guardian who protects them from the "Outer Demon"~" Cathy used her free hand to show Anderson.

"In a sense, it seems correct." Anderson recalled the "facts" corresponding to this statement, and found that it could be explained in this way.

People who are rescued from the matrix certainly don't think so, but living in Zion, the offspring of those people, and even the offspring of the offspring, I am afraid it is difficult to understand what the matrix is ​​about.

"Victor Fris and Nora Fris are husband and wife in the matrix~ They were rescued by a certain captain~ It should be a happy ending~ But it is a pity~ Nora is not adapted to the'reality' And she was suffering from'gradual cold syndrome'~the castle had to freeze her up~" Cathy read the information in her hand.

"Wait, does gradual cold syndrome mean that?" Anderson questioned.

"The body is gradually getting out of control~ Only the mind is still active~ As if recreating the state she was in the matrix~ This symptom is named'gradual freezing syndrome'~ Is there a problem?" Cathy flicked the paper in her hand .

"...Please continue." Anderson found that this definition seemed to be completely fine.

"When the **** castle uses cryogenic technology to save the bodies of these patients~ they will connect their thinking to the'connection program'~ I guess you must be familiar with this~" Kathy said again.

Indeed, every time knowledge instillation and training are in that place, Anderson nodded.

"Before finding a cure for ‘gradual freezing’~ Dr. Fries can only see his wife in the ‘connection program’~ He is also trying to find a solution to this symptom by studying cryogenics~"

"But~ for those who can only live in a'connected program' with less complete settings and more like a game than reality~ this is actually a very painful experience~ so people often ask to take his or her The mind is frozen too~until he and she are cured and can live normally in Zion~"

Hmm...everyone is going crazy if you wear molds, card bugs, or delay errors in life from time to time.

"So, this Ms. Nora applied? But she didn't tell Dr. Frees?" Anderson speculated.

"This is the problem~" Cathy rolled her finger on her forehead: "Fries has been encouraging her to persevere~ She also strongly stated that she will always wait for a solution in the connection program~ but three days ago After the maintenance of the company is over~Ms. Nora’s consciousness has become unable to enter the'connection program'~this kind of actively refused connection~we generally call it'autistic'."

"..." Anderson didn't know what to say for a while.

"Among the family members of patients with'gradual frost disease' ~ there is a conspiracy theory that'the castle will be forcibly disconnected to save resources' ~ Obviously Dr. Friss believed after he was ill. He is here in Nora. All the communication records after disconnecting ~ I won't show you ~" Cathy folded the paper document in her hand.

"So, he would be sent to the Arkham Asylum instead of the Black Gate Prison." After listening to Cathy's explanation, Anderson's second problem was also solved.

"Yes~ Except for the real lunatics~ Basically, Arkham is related to'advanced technology'~ Guys who only violated the laws of Zion~ Their behavior is not enough to be a crime for the castle of God~" Kay Akane nodded: "Those who are held in Black Gate Prison are the real criminals~No matter where the law is~"

"It's hard to tell..." Anderson subconsciously thought of the "suit geek", and it was difficult to judge what he was.

"You don't need to tell the difference~ You can just catch people and throw them to the police station~ Let Gordon get a headache for the rest~" Cathy pointed up.

"You haven't finished talking yet--" Martha yelled to this side while pressing her earphones: "Today's news hasn't arrived yet--"

"It's over~" Cathy raised her hand to pull off Martha's earphones, and put a much smaller piece of paper in her file in front of her: "Choose today's job~"

Hmm... Martha's source of intelligence came from the Kane family. Although she had already inferred this point, she was a little surprised to show it directly.

However, this kind of intelligence often has a certain lag. If it is an emergency, you can only rely on Mrs. Harrison's monitoring here.

Anderson looked up at the monitoring column, but Gotham in all the pictures was peacefully settled.

"It's still early before sunset. Have some cookies, Miss Cathy, Miss Martha, and Master Anderson." Mrs. Harrison came over with a plate of snacks.

There is a kitchen in the bat cave, which is...great.

"[I want to eat too—Didi—Unfortunately, I'm just an ordinary car, I can only eat gasoline and solar energy.]" Robin blew his horn twice in the vehicle parking area.

"Oh... There is a group of gangs planning to rob the jewelry store in the Diamond District? It seems boring... The Gotham Police Department received a threatening letter saying that the Gotham Bridge would be blown up? Who is so stupid without mentioning the conditions?" Martha I was reading the information that Cathy gave her one by one: "The iceberg restaurant is closed urgently, and it is suspected that a gas bomb has been planted?...Good!"

No, although the Cobblepot Family is your competitor, it is not gloating, right?

"Jewelry robbery is just an ordinary crime~ the threat of blowing up the Gotham Bridge should be provoking the police station~ and the iceberg restaurant should be a commercial competition~" Cathy pinched a cookie into her mouth and looked at Anderson : "Which one do you choose~?"

"Hmm..." Anderson marked the three locations on the Gotham map in his mind, estimated the route, and then pinched three cookies: "I want them all."

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After nightfall, Diamond District, Sapphire Avenue.

Although the Diamond District was not named because there were more jewelry shops when it was established, there are indeed many luxury shops, including jewelry shops. Because of the amazing wealth, there will be police officers patrolling here even at night. The police officers who were supposed to patrol the street disappeared.

"Boss, do we really want to do it?" On the corner of the street, in a few vans, there were a dozen people with red hoods sitting, and someone asked the suspected leader in red hoods in a low voice.

"Don't talk nonsense, I blame the idiots who attacked the chemical plant. What color hoods are not good for them to wear red. How much trouble has our'red hoods gang' caused by the note these days?" He said fiercely: "It just so happened that a madman sent a threatening letter to the police station today to blow up the Gotham Bridge. The police were all deployed. We must take this opportunity to do a big vote and then flee Gotham."

"Where will you go after escaping?" the red cap pressed the question.

"Maybe it's Star City... just take care of it, think about it on the road, do it now!" The head of the red headgear kicked the kid who asked the question, and jumped out of the car first: "Don't worry about the things on the counter! Those are all fakes. Look for them after you get in Their safe! Olga, look out!"

While talking, the leader swung a metal bat and smashed the glass window of the jewelry store, and then rushed in first.

"Why me again..." The red hoodie who was kicked out of the car stood up mutteringly, looked at the accomplices who started to ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong as they rushed in, turned his head and looked at the corner of the street: There is no patrol note, so what kind of wind do I look for..."

Zhizhizhi——Before he could say anything, he saw a black car suddenly appeared on the street corner. Its dark appearance and galloping attitude looked like a...bat? !

"Boss! It's Batman! Batman is coming!"

"That nosy'hero'? Brothers! Kill him!" The red headgear rushed out of the jewelry store with a gun in desperation, and fired at the Batmobile with his men.

The bullet clanged on the Batmobile without even a white mark, and it didn't seem to be stopping at all. It just threw five or six "smoke bombs" at the robbers when passing by.

"Damn it, it's not—" The enveloped robbers didn't react at all, they just staggered and fainted to the ground.

And until the Batmobile had been away for a long time, two police officers wearing gas masks walked cautiously wearing a large handcuff and handcuffed all the red headgear.

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After a while, Gotham River, Westward Bridge (WestwardBridge).

The two ends of the bridge have been surrounded by many police officers and bomb disposal experts, but no one dared to step on the bridge. They could only listen to Director Gordon continuing to deal with criminals.

"Damn! I don't have time to play games with you. I either tell the location of the bomb or make a request!" Gordon roared into the phone. He tried to get the police officer to search for the bomb in a carpet but was detonated in advance. , Had to return it again.

"[Quack~The place where I placed the bomb is in the riddle. If I don’t solve the mystery, I will detonate the bomb and I will detonate it.]" A sharp and neurotic voice came from the external earpiece: "[ Listen well~'I have no fingers, but can point, no arms, but can knock, no feet, but can walk, what am I?']"

"Damn it, what I brought here is a bomb disposal expert, not a riddle expert..." Gordon looked at the police officers around: "Which of you understand?"

The police officers looked at each other, at a loss.

"[Oh~It’s okay, we still have a lot of time, you have five minutes to guess~]" The person opposite the microphone kept laughing strangely.

"Hands and feet... are crutches?" Gordon simply guessed one himself.

"[Oh~It's a pity that it's wrong, but I won't detonate the bomb just because I guess wrong, you can continue to guess~]"

"Damn...huh?" When Gordon looked around, he happened to see a black car with a very exaggerated shape, like a bat, galloping forward, and after frowning, he motioned his hand to let him go.

"[You are a clock.]" After the Batmobile approached, Batman didn't get out of the car, and said directly through the external speaker in that strange voice: "[Director Gordon, send someone to look for it under the clock on the bridge bomb.】"

Gordon glanced at Batman's car dubiously, and then directed his men to bring bomb disposal experts to the location he said.

"[Oh~ not bad,]" The person opposite the receiver didn't seem to be frustrated: "[Then the next one, ‘the more I am cut, the bigger I will become, what am I?’]"

"[You are a hole,]" Batman replied: "[Director Gordon, send someone to look for it in the spillway under the bridge.]"

"[Oh, oh~]" The person who made the riddle seemed to be happier: "[Next~'You can see me, but you can't touch me. Just flip a switch and I will appear at your house. Toggle once and I won't bother you again, what am I?']"

"[You are a TV show,]" Batman replied: "[Advertising screen on the bridge, Chief Gordon.]"

Gordon silently arranged for the police officers to be dispatched, and did not intend to say anything.

"[Then, the last one~]" the voice in the microphone said: "['The poor have it, the rich need it. If you eat it, you will die. What is it?']"

"['Nothing', Director Gordon, you can call it a day. It seems that due to the short time, he couldn't plant more bombs.]" The Batmobile slowly started and left the scene.

"You better not let me find out what you are doing illegally, Batman." Gordon motioned to other police cars to give way.

"[Oh? Is Batman answering? You succeeded in getting my attention, little bat~]" The riddler was still shouting in the receiver.

"Goodbye!" Gordon hung up.

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"[It's not Batman, it's Robin Yo~]" In the Batmobile going away, the car stereo kept flashing: "[These riddles are so simple~]"

"[Yes, you are amazing, Robin.]" Anderson closed the teleprompter.

If he got out of the car just now, he would have to solve the puzzle while looking at the answer, and Batman's face would definitely be lost.

Now, there is only the last case left: the gas bomb incident at the Bingshan Restaurant.

The Copper family didn't call the police at all, and seemed to be going to solve it by themselves, and Anderson's task was to ensure that the gas bomb would not explode after they failed.

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