What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 50 The Riddler
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The policewoman next to Gordon inserted the USB drive into the computer.

"Already reading it...for a while. We slowed it down...frame by frame."

"coming."

Gordon sat in the GCPD lift seat, adjusting his glasses.

"That was a few hours ago, and that was John Peterson, the victim of this murder. There."

The screen gradually lit up, and the black and white, blurry picture with signal interference from time to time had a sense of absurdity and horror like a pantomime.

"Our victim would normally take the subway back, and that day he decided to take a taxi."

"Now look to the left."

Jim Gordon narrowed his eyes.

"That's the Riddler. When the surveillance camera caught him, he had already pulled out his gun. See it? On the left hand, I remember that the Riddler is not left-handed."

"It actually happened in a flash, without hesitation...or any other action."

The voice of the female police officer was ringing: "It is not clear whether he has spoken - we have looked carefully, and his lips do not seem to have moved, so based on what we know so far, we infer that he should not have spoken."

Gordon had already guessed what was going to happen next, but he couldn't quite believe it.

"This is the moment to fire."

Commissioner Gordon pursed his lips.

He saw the Riddler in the picture pointing his pistol at the back of the innocent victim's head.

boom!
The gunshot seemed to explode in Jim Gordon's ears, although there was no sound in the surveillance in the picture, as silent as a tombstone.

"One shot to the head and killed on the spot. The crowd panicked and fled from the place where the noise was made." The female police officer said: "The Riddler put down his gun and did not aim or attack anyone else."

"The crowd was still running away in a panic. He threw the gun next to the victim's body and he didn't move it until we got to the scene."

"Very calm, no screaming or anything like that, very professional, up to this point ... he hasn't said a word."

"This is the first patrol car that came rushing by. We happened to have an officer named Sean half a block away, and he got out of the car ... yelling at the Riddler."

"He heard it," Gordon said. "There's no doubt about it."

"That's all there is to the Riddler's shooting of John Peterson in the street."

Director Gordon saw the Riddler in the picture turn to look at the camera, and took out a card with the Batman logo from his arms.He smiled slightly, and said—”

"Where is he?"

trial room.

The desk lamp was turned on, and the Riddler turned his head slightly to avoid the glaring light.

Commissioner Gordon sat down opposite the Riddler.

"He won't come. Edward isn't worth wasting his time."

"Do you know what the oldest riddle is? About 4000 years ago in ancient Sumer."

He slightly raised the shackles on his hands:

"I'm everywhere but can't see, I can get away with it often but never, I'll find you at the intersection and even chase you to the next corner, what am I?"

"die."

"I can be broken, spoken, made, played with, what am I?"

"I don't have time to play riddles with you."

Commissioner Gordon interrupted him: "Nigma. You shot poor John Peterson in the head in broad daylight and waited for the police to arrive."

"Is there a reason you did it? He owes you money? You owe him some money? You lost a poker game to him or something? Maybe he slept with your girlfriend—"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"The answer is a joke."

"So... regarding the girlfriend, does this mean negative?"

"Don't you like a joke?" said the Riddler.

He smiled gently, shyly like a student answering a teacher's question at school, even his eyes seemed to have clear stupidity.

"Then do you want to guess another one?"

"How did the clown know that Bob was home that day? How did he know where you lived? How did he get past your security system, we both know him, he's a weird guy - crazy and complicated, but not good at planning .”

"..."

The Riddler made a phone call gesture, and imitated the clown and his call on the spot:

"Hey~ dear Ed~how's the plan? I want to have a 'bad day' but I have no idea where to start."

"Well, well, Jack—how about just starting with the Sheriff and his daughter? I've got everything planned, but it's so simple I'm bored, sing me a song and I'll take it for you."

"Wow, that's perfect, Ed. Listen, I'm giving away another dance for free."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The Riddler spoke lightly, and the fate of a girl was viciously smeared like ink stains on the wall.

Gordon slowly clenched his fist.

He reminded himself over and over that the Riddler was just trying to piss him off.

He can't let his emotions be mobilized so easily by the other party, which means the complete loss of the initiative and the complete shake of the mind. When facing the Riddler, this is an extremely dangerous state..."

"You *##%%@#* bred - how dare you?" Gordon jumped up from his seat and strangled the Riddler's neck: "How dare you do it in front of me*##%% @#*!"

But in the next second Gordon forcibly controlled himself and did not continue to vent his anger.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The Riddler coughed heartbreakingly behind him: "Are you okay, Godot? You don't look very happy."

"Oh no... did you guys find out about Sergeant Sarah? How did you... you know, *##%%@#* get her and force her to switch?"

"So you can hide your own love affairs from your pregnant wife?"

"She's your guy, man, she had her own business and then... well, we know what happened then don't we? Poor woman."

Jim Gordon calmed down.Anger was gradually replaced by shame, and just when he was about to immerse himself in it, he suddenly realized that in front of the Riddler, his emotions were easily shaped like ceramics.

So he turned away from facing his prisoner.

But all this is not normal. Over the years, no matter which time the Riddler commits a crime, riddles will be left on the scene.

Passionate killing without puzzles?This runs counter to the Riddler's criminal pattern.Edward Nickmar should have looked down on such low-end crimes the most.

Gordon had a faint feeling: something seemed wrong, the Riddler...it seemed that he was no longer the Riddler he used to be.

But in any case at this time he has now been caught.

Gordon said: "You will be transferred to the reconstructed Arkham Asylum. You can wait there, and maybe Batman will have time to interrogate you."

He looked at the Riddler, his pupils reflected the stern smile on his face:
"Do you believe?"

He heard Edward Nygma say, "It only takes 20 seconds to escape from the cage."

(End of this chapter)