American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

When he got home that night, Miaomu paid the bill. In the end, he was still short of five thousand dollars, so Jerry used his gold necklace as collateral.

There is still a shortfall of two thousand yuan...I wrote an IOU.

The shop owner Pemola didn't expect that Miaomu would actually give the money. He was prepared to lose all his money, so he just let the remaining two thousand yuan go and directly wrote off the IOU.

The next day, a puppet case investigation team was formed.

The team leader is Sheriff Bullock of the Gotham Police Department, as well as four police officers from the Gotham Police Department. The Arkham Police Department's office is in charge of Sheriff Mais, who was in charge when the body was discovered.

The information transferred from the Gotham Police Department filled a whole truck and was delivered to the office in boxes.

Miaomu and the others were also looking through the information. Sheriff James Gordon, who was originally in charge of the case, had almost finished investigating the matter.

The puppeteer, Barton Mathis, is a 43-year-old male, white American, and a surgical specialist at the Upper West Side Mercy Hospital.

The first case was found in the Charity Hospital, where the body of a deceased person had been dismembered and his face had been peeled off.

"Naegi, here's your package!"

An Arkham police officer knocked on the door and said, Naegi, who was looking through a stack of photos, was a little confused when he heard this, "Package?"

He didn't buy anything?

I walked out and took a look. It was a rectangular object wrapped in newspaper. It looked like a book.

Miaomu carefully put his ear close to it and listened to make sure it was not a time bomb. After making sure that there was nothing wrong, he tore open the newspaper outside.

Inside was a green notebook with a big question mark on the cover. As soon as Naemu saw this mark, he knew who sent it. It was Edward Nygma, the Riddler.

I opened the notepad and sure enough, the first page was a riddle.

"If you deny something that is cruel and poetic and blind, you will find that it is actually full of violence."

Miao Mu read the riddle, thought about it, and turned the page. On the back was the answer: "Justice."

There is also a signature below: To Edward Nygma's friend, Mr. Naegi.

"This guy..." Naegi laughed and looked through the notes at the back, which were about the details of the puppet case.

When Nygma was bored, he analyzed and speculated on this case. According to his speculation, the puppeteer was constantly experimenting with these things, like a monster that was pieced together.

His ultimate goal is the living monster. From the corpse at the beginning to the corpse found yesterday, it can be inferred that he has succeeded.

The corpse was a living monster. Although it had been soaked and rotted, some things were revealed during the autopsy.

The internal organs were severely damaged, the body was injured over a large area, and the spine was broken. This corpse must have suffered a very tragic battle before death, and there were also signs of something implanted in the brain.

Miao Mu's expression turned serious when he saw this. This page was a sketch comparing the image of the two-meter-two monster and the height of the person marked with Miao Mu.

"…It's a bit tricky." Naegi frowned, took out a thin cigar from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

To deal with this big guy, we still need to prepare some heavy firepower, and we are not sure how many monsters the other side has.

Gotham is a place with everything.

"Mumu, the meeting is about to start!"

Jerry ran out of the office and shouted, and Naegi put out his cigarette and walked into the office.

Brock, who had just finished a phone call, came over with a document, threw it on the table, knocked on the blackboard covered with photos and shouted:

"Everyone, now that we've read the information, it's time to talk! Any ideas? Where can we find this bastard pervert?"

"I have a problem!"

Naegi raised his hand and stood up, "First, we found the medical equipment used by the Puppet Master in the sewers, and we determined that he was in the Arkham District, but we don't know where he is."

"Second, why don't we change our thinking? Instead of looking for him, we look for those monsters, or the raw materials of the monsters. He needs people, and he also needs the drugs needed to make monsters."

Naegi picked up a copy of yesterday's autopsy report, as well as the autopsy reports for the first few cases.

"He needs living people to carry out his suturing work, so he needs a stable place, sufficient medicine, and enough instruments and human materials."

"So... where do you think we should go to investigate?"

Brock stood nearby, holding the information that he had just thrown on the table, and asked.

"Black market! Start investigating from the medicines!"

Miao Mu said without hesitation: "There are only two regular hospitals in Arkham District, but there are many private small clinics. We just need to check them one by one and we will find it."

"This guy needs money. His current crimes are all for experiments, which means he can't get money by other means now. Is it possible that he is still using surgery to make money?"

After Naegi finished speaking, the people in the conference room started talking, and Brock handed the information in his hand to Naegi.

"You were right, at least until a few days ago, and this is what happened this morning."

Miao Mu took the information and took a look at it. It was about a case of a armored truck being robbed. At seven o'clock this morning on 12th Avenue in the Upper West Side, a armored truck was robbed.

Three escorts died, two were seriously injured, and seven million cash on the armored car was stolen. The surveillance photos at the scene showed three figures, one of whom was particularly huge and had four arms.

Another one was a fat dwarf less than one meter tall, and there was a strange woman wearing a white nurse's uniform and holding a sledgehammer.

At least judging from the figure, it should be a female, otherwise the hemispherical bulge on the chest would be a bit too outrageous.

There was only a blown-open sewer cover at the scene, and the three monsters left the scene through the sewer with the money.

"..."

Miaomu was speechless. Judging from the situation above, the other person had already cultivated into a spirit, and things would become difficult.

"The Gotham Police Department has now classified this as a top case, with a deadline of three days to solve the case. Sheriff Gordon has already led people to search the crime scene."

Brock sounded quite helpless when he said this. Ever since the Red Hood robbery, the guy above felt like he had been forcibly massaged by a hundred big men and couldn't stand any stimulation.

Next year's mayoral election will be another exciting one.

"I still stick to my original opinion and suggest investigating the black market, especially the source that has the ability to mobilize large quantities of drugs!"

After pondering for a while, Naegi continued: "If I were a puppeteer, now that I have these monsters under my command, the next step would definitely be to expand the number of these monsters and build a monster army to rule Gotham!"

"Hahaha, Naegi, are you dreaming?" Brock just laughed. This sounded too far-fetched.

A gang of robbers wants to rule Gotham City. This joke sounds really funny.

"Sheriff Bullock, let's make a bet! He will go find those drugs, otherwise what would he do with the money?"

Naegi said seriously.

Brock waved his hand. "My mission is to go to the sewer entrance and block and reinforce it. But if you want to bet, what would you bet on?"

"Just bet a hundred dollars!" Miaomu didn't care about anything else and reached into his pocket to take out the last living expenses.

"I bet that guy will show up on the black market. I want to know who the biggest illegal drug dealer in Gotham is!"

Miao Mu slammed the hundred dollars in his hand on the table, and the people around him looked at him in surprise.

Everyone in Gotham knows that when it comes to illegal drugs, only Sal Maroni of the Cape Triangle has the ability to do it.

"Are you serious?" Brock hesitated, as if considering whether this could be done.

"Mr. Sheriff, even if you lose, you won't lose anything, right?"

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"Jerry, go to the sewage treatment plant to find Otis and ask him to rush to Cape Triangle and notify Oswald at the same time!"

Naegi holds a Beretta 92F pistol that Block loaned him, as well as the black market location in the Cape Triangle area.

Warehouse 461 Waterfront Road.

Jerry followed behind and said with some concern: "Mumu, can you go by yourself?"

"I can't go there by myself, so I asked you to find Otis. The sewers over at Cape Triangle are where those guys must have escaped to!"

Miaomu took out the car keys and found a brown Dodge sedan. It was Brock's private car. Sheriffs all had their own private cars.

When he opened the trunk, Naegi's eyes widened.

There were two bulletproof vests in the trunk, as well as a Remington M870 shotgun, the type used by police to break into houses.

"Fuck, this is a police car!"

Naegi picked up a bulletproof vest and threw it to Jerry, then gave him a big hug, "Brother, keep trying."

Jerry watched Naegi drive away in his bulletproof vest, then came to his senses and ran towards another Arkham police car and headed straight for the sewage treatment plant.

Miaomu sped along, pressing the accelerator, biting a thin cigar in his mouth. He raised his hand to put on his sunglasses and held the steering wheel.

[Ding! Adventure treasure hunt has been refreshed——please explore on your own]