American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Broken spine?

When talking about this topic, a person came to Naegi's mind, Bane, a mercenary with high intelligence and high combat power, and also one of Gotham's super villains.

That guy's greatest achievement was breaking Batman's spine and almost forcing Batman to retire.

However, Nygma's next words made Naegi give up this idea, because it was a hammer that broke the corpse's spine.

The two chatted until the evening. Brock and his colleagues had already paid the bill and left. It was obvious that Nygma's contemptuous tone made these colleagues very uncomfortable.

He wasn't even called when they left, but this suited Naegi's wishes. He got another police car from Sheriff Mais, just enough to send Nygma back.

"Jerry, give me the car keys. You go back later and I'll come back to settle the bill." Miaomu walked over and got the keys from Jerry. The guy was still chatting with the two girls.

He probably didn't even know how much they spent here tonight. If he knew, he would definitely try to get away with it.

"Edward, let me take you home. Taxis in Arkham are not easy to get." Miaomu walked over with the keys and said.

Edward Nygma picked up the glasses on the table and put them on. Seeing Naegi's enthusiasm, he felt a little embarrassed.

"This... is troublesome to you."

"It's my honor to be with an elite like you. Come this way." Miaomu gestured with his hand.

Although Nygma is a bit arrogant and foul-mouthed, he can't drink much. He was already a little drunk after less than three glasses of red wine.

Miaomu helped Nygma walk out of the Mexican restaurant, used the car keys to open the door of a police car parked on the side of the road, and helped him get into the car.

Nygma, who was sitting in the passenger seat, rubbed his face with his hands, while Naegi, who was sitting in the driver's seat, started the engine.

"Edward, where do you live?"

Miao Mu asked as he turned the steering wheel. The street here was very narrow and two cars could not pass side by side.

The headlights of the car in front illuminated the darkness on the road. Nygma leaned against the window and slowly lowered the window to let the night breeze in.

Slowly exhaling the alcohol, Nygma looked at the approaching steel bridge and smiled drunkenly:

"A diamond plate, a glowing fireplace, a place you never leave. Where am I?"

"go home!"

Miao Mu gave the answer without even thinking about it. There is nothing more reassuring than home.

“Hahahaha…” Nygma took off his glasses and laughed happily, “You actually knew that!”

"You're the first person I've met who doesn't hate riddles. Those idiots always blame me when they can't find the answer instead of thinking it's because they're too stupid!"

Hearing this, Miao Mu chuckled and said, "Geniuses are not understood by others. If everyone can understand you, are you still a genius? Ordinary people will not understand you."

"Genius...Haha, you're right!"

Nygma held the gold-rimmed glasses in his hand and looked at the surface of the Gotham River. The quiet waves flashed past the car window.

"Naegi, thank you. This is the first time I've met someone as interesting as you. You know, I didn't have many friends before."

"Well now you have it, our genius Mr. Edward Nygma, your friend Naegi will be honored to escort you home!"

Miaomu imitated the tone of a TV host and read aloud with a hint of tenor, which made Nygma laugh again.

"Route 32, Lower East Side, Swift Apartments. Just drop me off wherever you want. I live on the 4th floor, No. 32."

"OK, OK."

Miaomu immediately turned on the police lights, and the red and blue police lights flashed on the roof of the car. As soon as it drove into the Lower East Side, many people were scared and ran away.

The Silfeater House is an old Gothic-style apartment building, common on the Lower East Side, with decorative black gargoyle statues on the roof.

Nygma got out of the police car, put on his glasses, turned around and leaned against the car window to wave: "This is a great night, thank you, my friend."

Naegi, who had just unbuckled his seat belt, smiled contentedly when he heard this, "Good evening, friend!"

Watching Nygma walk into the apartment building, Naegi pushed open the car door, stood on the street, took out a box of KOOL thin cigars from his arms, held one in his mouth and lit it with a lighter.

He glanced around with vigilant eyes and saw a few thugs with shifty eyes on the opposite street. Naemu held the thin cigar in his hand, lifted his coat and took out his revolver.

When those punks saw the revolver, they immediately left. Rich people in Gotham might be humiliated.

But people with guns can gain "respect" wherever they go.

In the apartment building, Nygma returned home and skillfully turned on the light, and the room became bright.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and placed them on the cabinet next to him, on which was also a pair of black half-framed glasses. The room was very tidy, and there were many books on the bookshelf separating the rooms.

Nygma stood in front of an easel with a finished oil painting on it, and a paint tray and brushes next to it.

The painting shows a man sitting on a sofa, staring at a green question mark in front of him. There are also a series of words written in white paint on the painting:

I can fill a room or a heart, others can own me but I cannot be shared.

"What am I? ---Loneliness..."

Nygma looked at the painting in silence, whispered the answer to the puzzle, and walked to the wall to put down the feeler of the phonograph.

Soft music was playing from inside.

Inadvertently seeing the swaying curtains, Nygma walked over to close the window, but saw a small flashing red dot in the darkness downstairs, so he turned his head to look outside.

Seeing that the police car was still parked there, Nygma chuckled in surprise and quickly walked to the wall to turn off the lights.

Miaomu, who was downstairs, was about to light another cigarette, but when he looked up, he saw that the lighted window on the fourth floor had gone dark. It seemed that the owner had gone to sleep, so he threw away the cigarette butt in his hand.

Miaomu yawned and looked around before driving the police car away.

Nygma, who was standing upstairs watching the police car leave, had a meaningful smile in his eyes.

The less you have, the more precious your friends are.

After the police car left this place, it drove towards the more dilapidated area of ​​the Lower East Side. It was already late at night.

A black sedan stopped on the side of the road and flashed its hazard lights when it saw the approaching police car.

The police car stopped, Naegi got out and walked towards the car. Oswald, who had just returned from his shift at the Rome Casino, opened the car door and yawned.

"Mr. Officer, you are really busy. Here you go."

Oswald said jokingly as he took out an envelope from the car and threw it to Naegi. The envelope was heavy.

"Thank you, that's a great help!" Miaomu quickly took it.

"What did you do when you need the money so urgently?"

Oswald leaned against the car, put a cigarette in a thin holder and lit one.

Miao Mu shook the twenty thousand dollars in his hand and said, "I used these bills to buy an SSS card!"

"SSS card? What's that?" Oswald raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding what Naegi was talking about.

"Let me put it this way, I know a very powerful guy, and this place is very powerful." Miaomu pointed to his head.

"For example, if I am an S, then his brain is equivalent to three of me. Do you know what this means? I have a think tank!"

Oswald heard this and seemed to have suddenly realized something. "Wait a minute, what you mean is that you bribed him with money, anyway, and then you got a very smart person."

Miaogi nodded, with a boastful look and a smile on his face without any concealment, he was really happy.

Oswald licked his lips with his tongue, as if he had made a heavy decision, "I understand."

"What do you understand?" Miao Mu asked with some confusion.

"Nothing...but." Oswald looked at the banknotes in Naegi's hand, hesitated for a moment and asked: "Can I lend you a little less?"

"...What do you want to do?"

"I know a few talented students who are good at studying, but they don't have the money to go to college. I want to sponsor them to go to college!"

"You fucking——" Naegi swallowed the rest of his sentence, "A gang member should also be a good person!"

"Ten thousand! I can give you an IOU."

"Thank you!" Oswald took the $10,000 and said with an awkward smile: "Those guys are really good students. It's such a waste for them to stay in such a rubbish place."

"I believe your decision is right. If I had more money, I would do the same." Naegi reached out and patted Oswald on the shoulder.

"We already have a clue about the person you're looking for. Call him the Puppet Master. We'll investigate him soon. I'll have Otis inform you then. Watch out for the rats around you."

"mouse?"

"Yes, you can prepare some buns if a hazel mouse comes to visit you. His name is Bastian and he likes sweets."

Naegi smiled and waved his hand as he walked towards the police car, leaving Oswald alone, still wondering what a rat was.