I Am Two-way Popular Science in the United States

"That's right, let's do it! Extradite all Gotham villains to Chicago!"

Oswald, who felt that he was extremely smart, directly picked up the bottle of champagne, and started to twitch at the bottle.

After drinking half of the bottle in one go, Oswald was also a little tipsy.

He lay down on the chair completely relaxed, with his legs curled up and squeezed in front of him, and then his arms hugged the curled up legs, and fell into a deep sleep.

Oswald didn't wake up until night.

He rubbed his sleepy drunken eyes, and glanced at the time displayed on the clock.

"Well, it's time to get off work."

As he spoke, he took off his clean and tidy suit and put on the special Penguin suit.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, and I need to learn advanced rope skills with Teacher Robin."

The next day, Oswald, who had been scolded by Robin all night, didn't get up until noon.

Wearing penguin pajamas, he began to give orders to his subordinates.

Rule [-]: Gather all Gotham criminals for a meeting, and force them to attend in the name of the Penguin Gang.

Rule [-]: All guys who don't attend the meeting will be deemed as wanting to start a war with the Penguin Gang!

Article [-]: Give them three choices, either take a sum of money donated by the Penguin Gang, be honest for a few months, and wait for the Penguin Gang to allow them to continue to commit crimes.

Or, with the collective escort of the Penguin Gang, transport the group of guys to Chicago, where they can resume their lives of crime.

or. ． ．Killed by a single shot.

Article [-]: All the above articles are also applicable to Gotham freaks!

After doing all this, Oswald lay back on the bed, hugged his emperor penguin pillow and fell asleep.

Three days later, the criminals from Gotham gathered together and came to the Bingshan Guild Hall.

First, members of the Penguin Gang, wearing high-tech gear, gathered those who did not actively participate in the meeting and tied them up and hung them from the ceiling.

Then, the Penguin Gang expressed their heartfelt thanks to the criminals who took the initiative to come, and then described Oswald's request.

When the speaker finished delivering Oswald's words, several waves of people immediately stood up to object.

"Are you kidding, we are not beggars, and we don't need alms from your Penguin Gang!"

"Oh!"

"That's right, we have dignity. We don't commit crimes for money, but for the manifestation of self-worth."

"Yes! And Gotham is where I was born, I don't want to go to Chicago to start a new life of crime!"

"Boom! Boom!"

After three gunshots, the members of the Penguin Gang carried the three stunned youths out expressionlessly.

Afterwards, the speaker said politely, "So, does anyone have any objections?"

Many criminals in the audience shook their heads one after another, expressing opinions, how can life be important?

In the end, those who took the money took the money, and those who moved moved. Everyone happily finished the meeting. No one remembered who was shot in the head, and no one remembered who was hung from the ceiling.

However, the only disadvantage is that there are still many people who did not attend this meeting.

Almost all the super criminals who have only started to make their mark in Gotham in the past year, or even the past few months.

These guys either don't see the end of the dragon, or they hide their true identities very well.

Not even Oswald could track it down.

Meanwhile, Depp sits in the antique shop, coiling his rings, while reading a report from Oswald.

"For those super criminals who were not present, let me personally remind them."

"After all, the system task, no, after all, the safety of the people in this city is the most important thing!"

Gotham Police Department, Forensics Division.

Edward Nygma, also known as the Riddler in the future.

At this moment, he is carefully flipping through the information in front of him.

Although he has not officially debuted yet, at most he is doing some small pranks and crimes, but it is enough to make many people worry.

No one would have guessed that a highly intelligent criminal who likes to leave riddle prompts at crime scenes is actually in the Gotham Police Department.

Right under the eyes of those who wanted to arrest him, he even talked and laughed with them every day, even. ． ．He kept giving them riddles.

And Edward also knew that none of his colleagues listened carefully to his secret words.

They are just perfunctory themselves.

After a day's work, Edward Nigma returned to his home.

As soon as he entered the house, he immediately looked around carefully.

Before he went out, he pinched three strands of hair between the cracks of the door, and there are still three strands now.

That's right!

Before I went out, apart from a notebook, a pen and a bottle of ink, there was only the old green desk lamp on the table.

That's right!

On the window sill, the pot of small wild flowers exuding a fragrance has seven charming purple petals.

That's right!

In the bedroom, the clothes are arranged according to the color from cold to warm, and the green suit is hidden in the middle like a card out of common sense.

That's right!

In the toilet, the head of my own toothbrush faces outward, leaning against the left side of the cup, just opposite to the direction of the razor.

That's right!

After a complete inspection, Edward said that absolutely no one has visited this house.

Today is also a safe day!

"After all, not everyone is as smart as me, right?"

"They can't figure out our riddle at all!"

"It's like...they don't know where the clues left by the Riddler point to them, let alone who the Riddler is."

"What a bunch of arrogant and stupid guys!"

Edward Nigma, who came home from get off work, closed the curtains, put on his green suit, and kept talking to himself in the mirror.

It was as if there was still a person hidden in the mirror.

Halfway through speaking, Edward frowned slightly, as if he saw something in the mirror.

Just now he saw in the mirror that there seemed to be a spark spinning and disappearing from his table.

"Maybe it's an illusion." Edward rubbed his eyes and said mockingly, "I'm really tired recently while cooperating with Gordon's work and secretly committing crimes."

He took a deep breath and said to himself, how could there be such a thing as magic?

Compared with magic, crime is the eternal theme of Gotham.

Suddenly, he turned around abruptly and looked at his desk.

On the desk, at some point, there was an extra letter.

Edward knew that this was definitely not his own, even when he just came home, the envelope was not on the table!

Since he started criminal activities, he began to habitually remember the state of all the items in his home when he went out and returned home.

So the question is, when did this damn envelope appear?

Edward couldn't help but think of the spark that was spinning and disappearing just now.

Could it be. ． ．Isn't that hallucination?

Edward picked up the envelope on the table and looked at it carefully.

This is a very ordinary and cheap envelope, it is rough and thin to the extreme!

You can get it for pennies at any grocery store.

And it can be seen that the author's packaging is extremely careless, or very casual.

Because of the sealant on the envelope, it was a full [-] centimeters crooked!

"What a careless fellow!"

As he spoke, Edward became entangled.

He was debating whether to open the letter, because he was not sure who sent it and what the purpose of that person was.

And, will there be any special small mechanism in the envelope.

For example, poisonous gas, hidden weapons and so on, which will be triggered as soon as they are opened.

After thinking about it, Edward pinched the envelope with his thumb and forefinger, and lifted it under the fluorescent lamp.

The light from the fluorescent lamp penetrated the envelope, and Edward could clearly see that there was nothing inside except for a letter.

But when Edward squinted his eyes and carefully read the words on the letter in the envelope, he immediately threw the letter out.

It was as if the letter was very hot.

Because, he vaguely saw a word in it.

RIDDLER.

Riddler!

Looking at the envelope thrown to the ground by himself, Edward took a deep breath.

He bit his lip, suppressing his panic.

"Nothing to be afraid of!"

"No matter who the guy who sent this letter is, he shouldn't have too much malice towards me."

"Otherwise...he just needs to go to the Gotham Police Station and tell the news to Gordon and those guys, and he can get a good bounty in that way."