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Nygma picked up the check, took a look at it, confirmed its authenticity, and handed the check back to Naegi.

"Falcone's businesses include finance, banking, transportation, and other shady businesses. Ten million is not a lot for him. He pays out more than that every month."

"But if you take his money, do you have to go along with him? He is a greedy crocodile."

Naegi shook his head. "Money is money, work is work. There is no future in being with Falcone. Give me some advice on how to maximize this money. I don't want to work for him."

Nygma sat on the sofa next to him, threw the two books next to him on the ground to use as a footstool, and clasped his hands together to think for a while.

"Money is most useful when it is spent. We didn't have the capital before, but now... I suggest you build a house first!"

"House?" Miao Mu was a little confused, but he really wanted to move out of that apartment building. The three of them squeezed into one room...

It was indeed a bit crowded, but luckily Jerry never slept at home, so he and Jason each had a bed.

"Yes! House, do you still remember our chief?"

Nygma sat up and said, "His house is for sale. You'd better take it down. There's a sewer under the house. With Otis here, it's a good place to live."

"Wei Fei, I understand. I will get this."

Miaomu thought about it and realized that Wei Fei's house was indeed for sale. It was a two-story villa. If there was a sewer underneath, it would be a good backup plan whether for going out or escaping.

"Bar Zero, I originally wanted Oswald to help take down this shop, but now that Falcone sent it here, I feel like it's a bit too hot to handle."

Miao Mu threw the key on the table. He really wanted this bar. It had an excellent location, the best place in the Upper East Side, although the Upper East Side was called the slums because of the chaos.

It doesn’t mean the money is less there, but bars offer more flexibility and it’s easier to collect news and intelligence on the street.

"Take him down first. He can't sink you into the river. Remember to move the bar to someone you can trust."

Nygma made a joke that they both understood, and Naegi smiled and raised his hands to his face, "I can swim."

"If you're okay, go back. I'm going to continue cracking it. I'm already making some progress. If nothing goes wrong, you'll be able to see it in a few days."

"I'll be waiting. I'll leave first." Miao Mu stood up and walked out.

Nygma nodded but did not get up to see him off. He was fascinated by the alchemical code. Every word was a unique riddle and every time he solved one, he became extremely excited.

Those world-class cryptographers are nothing but losers in front of him. He has the confidence and arrogance.

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In Arkham Asylum.

Jeremiah, who was tied to a chair, was hypnotized by Strange after being injected with a muscle relaxant.

Obtaining information from the subconscious is more effective than brutal violence and punishment.

Strange put away his pocket watch, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "Tell me, who asked you to come?"

Jeremiah had lifeless eyes and a dull expression, just like a stuck DVD, and was slow for a minute before he spoke.

"Yes...Mrs. Bowles..."

Strange's expression changed, and he quickly asked: "Full name!"

"…Mrs. Maria Bowles."

"She?" Strange frowned.

He knew this person, the matriarch of the Bowles family, which was also a local family in Gotham. Their main business was the hotel industry, and they had businesses in many places.

The second only to the Zeus Hotel in Gotham is the Powers family's luxury hotel. The patriarch of the Powers family is also a government member of Gotham City.

But how is it possible that a woman who runs a hotel knows about the Joker?

Strange continued to ask: "Who is she?"

"…She is my godmother, my guide, the jury of the Court of Owls…"

Jeremiah's voice was not loud, but it was deafening here in Strange, the Court of Owls!

Gotham's urban legend...

He thought it was fake, but it seems this organization really exists. This makes a lot more sense. The Court of Owls is everywhere...

Strange leaned against the wall, wondering what the Court of Owls wanted the Joker's body for, and turned his head to look at Jeremiah.

"What do you want with the clown's body?"

Jeremiah said dully: "I don't know..."

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of the question, Strange's eyes turned and he suddenly came up with an idea and took out his hypnosis pocket watch.

"From now on, follow my orders..."

Strange's devilish, persuasive voice, along with the shaking of the pocket watch, penetrated into Jeremiah's mind, took root, and grew wildly.

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The Villain Bar lit up its bright lights when it got dark, and the waves still washed over the rocks.

Miaomu, who had nothing to do, came here to enjoy the nightlife with some young people after taking Jason back to the police station from school.

Mainly, I want to find the generous female referee from last time to warm my hands. I have been fighting for life and death for so long, can't I enjoy myself?

After some calculation, I figured I had some assets. At least this month's salary was quite sufficient and would not be enough to spend.

When Jason heard that they were going to come here, he also wanted to come and play, but Miaomu stuffed him into the duty room and asked two police officers to help him with his homework. Jason almost cried when he looked at the homework.

"Study hard and make progress." Miaomu held back his smile and shouted a few slogans indifferently. It was not him who was doing the homework.

This is the pain between people, which is not shared.

Jason would only feel sad because of too much homework. His bully attitude was unique in the school, but in Arkham Police Department, Naegi was the one who had the final say.

"A glass of... whiskey."

Miao Mu sat at the bar, looking at the menu sign above it. The waiter in the bar quickly brought him a glass of whiskey without ice.

"By the way, where is the waiter who worked here before?" Naegi took a sip from his wine glass and asked the waiter at the bar.

He was deeply impressed by the woman who only talked about money and not feelings. Her name seemed to be... Helena.

This name sounds quite like the princess of Nolan's Batman family, Helena Wayne, the love child of Batman and Catwoman.

However, the Batman of that world retired safely. Although he died in the end, his body was picked up by the Batman of the main world. He looked at his own corpse... and even performed an autopsy.

That feeling... Miaomu quickly drank some wine to calm himself down.

The octagonal cage in the middle of the bar was still very lively. Two men were fighting each other inside. The viewing experience... was not very good. It was completely a street fight.

They pulled his hair, poked his eyes, kicked his crotch, and used every possible means, leaving a bloody mess. The guy with light blond hair had a handful of his hair ripped out, along with a small piece of scalp.

They are quite brutal, but a lot of people enjoy watching them.

"I heard you were looking for me?"

Helena, wearing a black and white waitress uniform, walked over with a twisted waist, looking at Naegi who was leaning against the bar with a faint smile on her face.

Naegi turned to look at her, took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket, put it on the bar and pushed it to her, "I want to ask you something."

Helena picked up the banknote, ran her finger over it, and nodded, "Ask me. If I know, I'll tell you."

"Falcone's news, this shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Naegi said while holding a wine glass, because he discovered one thing, which was how Falcone's Roman Empire collapsed. He only remembered that it was Batman who did it.

You have to know that Falcone had already left the realm of fighting and killing more than ten years ago, and took advantage of the disaster during the Great Depression to clean himself up and become a member of the upper class.

And Naegi also wanted to take advantage of Falconet's downfall to reap the rewards, or at least make some more money.