Dressed as a night owl, I choose to quit [DC]

The Riddler has a nosebleed.

The bleeding from the wound is not much, but the victory lies in persistence.Half of his face was covered with congealed blood scabs, and his vision was dark red and hazy, so that when Batman descended from the sky, the Riddler blurted out: "—Ye Owl? How did you get out?"

Then, he realized that he had mistaken the person.

The damned broken nose, the damned clown, the damned night owl's safe house... The Riddler didn't curse any further.The bad guy got the debt, and it wasn't the claws that hurt his nose, or Thomas Wayne Jr., it was just him bumping into a bookshelf in his hurry to go upstairs.Tomes weighing more than ten kilograms and messy sundries fell from the sky, making him dizzy and breathless.

Is Night Owl a collector?

The Riddler also had fun in this aspect. He didn't leave immediately after completing the task, but he was attracted by his old opponent's collection.Thomas Wayne Jr. is an intriguing puzzle, and the clues lie in these little bits and pieces:

On the ground was a plane ticket to China 23 years ago, and the destination city was scorched by flames from a scarecrow gas explosion.

Next to it was an expensive but understated pocket watch that probably belonged not to Thomas Wayne Jr. himself, but to his butler.The pocket watch is not wound, and the apparent time stays forever in a certain night.

What made Riddler's nose suffer was a well-sealed kryptonite owl statue, externally treated for radiation protection, placed on the top shelf of the bookshelf.Night owl probably doesn't like it very much... This owl looks a bit naive, with wide-open eyes and fluffy and shiny chest feathers.

Crowded with the kryptonite statue on the upper shelf of the cabinet is a broken sword used by an Amazon, the edge of the broken blade is still as sharp as ever.

Below is a stack of physics textbooks and paper documents with obvious traces of flipping through them. There is a layer of dust on the spine of the books, which shows that the owner has not revisited them for a long time, and it is possible that what was sent here is some elementary content.

There are also several videotapes and tapes, which are about 30 years old, and young people should not have seen them now.The Riddler excitedly picked it up and flipped through it, picking out the oldest one and stuffing it into the tape recorder next to it.The button marks on the player had been worn away long ago. He tried a few keys casually, and the black belt inside started to rotate.

There was a whistling sound of electricity, and then a woman's voice said with a smile: "I just want to tell you, why are you so nervous?"

"I, I didn't think about it!" The clear and clear child's voice, it should be a boy, seemed a little unconvinced, "I am also a member of the family, mother should tell me about the pregnancy!"

"It's not too late now."

"But Mom has been away for the past few months, and he will be born soon when you come back!"

"Okay Thomas." Then came a man's voice, a little tired and cold, "You know it's useless, as long as you listen to us honestly at this age, it's enough. Martha, I'm sorry, today I..."

Woman: "You idiot. I'm talking to my kid, shut your mouth."

The man's voice was distorted and became high-pitched: "You scold me? Who is responsible for Antonio's death?! You and your sister buried his body in the garden back then, you should have expected today!"

Mrs. Wayne did not show any weakness: "You have seen him dead in your life? When the police questioned you, you were frightened and trembling, and I was still pregnant!"

"Come on I don't want to argue about this, Thomas, I'll take you upstairs and ignore this crazy woman who does whatever comes to her mind...Thomas? What are you doing? Thomas! Martha, this brat is recording! Look at your life good son!"

"I'm not!" the boy screamed, "I don't mean anything, I just want to remind you of my brother's birth the next time you guys are hiding something from me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm going to Delete it, Mom? Mom, what are you doing? Dad!!"

A crisp sound of 'pop'.

The boy's yelling stopped abruptly, swallowed by a suffocating silence.

"—You are only three years old, Little Thomas." Accompanied by the rhythmic footsteps, the woman's voice gradually approached very close, as if it was ringing in her ears, and the restless electric current and the buzzing of the player's operation could not cover her up The coldness in the tone made the end of this conversation even more frightening.Riddler stood there calmly, guessing what Thomas Wayne Jr. would look like at that time, and at the same time felt that this recording was extremely suitable for use in horror movies or games.

"Does your face hurt? Remember this kind of pain. Three-year-olds are usually still in the protection period, and no one will make great efforts to attack you unless you are too smart or too special."

The sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

"It's no good to know too much, my dear. Your father and I love you, so we don't tell you anything at home, which means you can stay at home happily and accept Alfred's care, Nothing to think about, nothing to do.”

"Your only obligation is to please us and make us willing to love you continuously, understand?"

A few seconds of silence.

The tape runs slowly.

Mrs. Wayne smiled: "Good boy, I will ask Alfred to give you medicine. After that, you will take care of your brother. My father and I are very busy. There will be many guests at home, so you can stay in the bedroom. Don't go, there is something to ring for Alfred, remember?"

The child still didn't speak, as if he suddenly became a mute.

The woman looked very satisfied: "I took the tape recorder from your hand. It's not so easy to do this kind of thing next time. You have to learn your lesson. Go upstairs, good night, dear."

"..."

In the distance, Mr. Wayne said impatiently: "Your mother is talking to you! Can't you hear me? Martha, you broke his ear?"

"No, I hold back. How about your manners, little Thomas?"

"...good night." The boy murmured vaguely, "I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, I love you too."

There was another sound of fabric rubbing, as if Mrs. Wayne knelt down to adjust the collar of Thomas Wayne Jr., then the footsteps faded away, and the recording ended.

The Riddler smacked his lips, feeling that if he missed this recording, the clown lost [-] million.But even if the family power was still far behind when the Wayne couple was alive, even if the Wayne couple were a pair of scum with countless flaws and crimes, they were not fools after all, and it was impossible for them to keep this video tape until now.

How did Ye Xiao, who was not yet four years old at the time, get it?

He thought about it, and when he turned his head, a black figure at least two meters away, counting the pointed ears, was not far behind him. It could be said that the horror film had come true, and the Riddler was scared back a few steps.He calmed down and observed for two seconds. He made sure that the person who came was not Ye Xiao or Batman. He was emotionally ups and downs, and he held his nose and gasped for several breaths: "How long have you been standing here?"

Interestingly, in a world where Thomas Wayne Jr. is often seen for what he is, Riddler and the others usually cover their faces when they walk out the door as masked 'vigilantes'.Now Edward Nygma looks a little funny with the oiled paper bag with the big green question mark on it.

Batman didn't answer, but asked another question: "What is the composition of the basement gas?"

The Riddler took a step back and said with a dry smile, "How do I know, you still have time to find the Scarecrow."

"Lie. When you wake up, you will be immune to his poison gas and walk out of the basement, and give me its antidote!" Batman threatened in a low voice, "Otherwise you won't be able to get out of this house alive today."

"Tut tsk tsk." The Riddler shook his head, and the bag rattled, "You are the one who is lying, Bat, I know what it is like to really want to kill someone, and you are obviously restraining yourself. How should I say it?" ? This threat is far from that of Night Owl. I have seen him string people up and hang them on the ceiling to dry, but you didn’t do this kind of thing after you knocked me out. Let me tell you a puzzle, If you guessed right I'll tell you how they're doing now. Ummm... how did Thomas Wayne Jr. get the recording? The answer might be on the next recording, would you like to hear it?"

"I probably won't kill you." Batman has found that this group of lunatics is more difficult to deal with than he knows—self-proclaimed righteous, it is inevitable that they will have more integrity in their actions, and they will be more fearless when they have obsessions, " But I'll smash every bone in your body and throw you in the basement to be gassed, and I know how to feel pain and still be alive. How long will your antidote last?"

"Please, are you really not curious about the next recording... Wait, wait! The scarecrow gas will not kill you! The clown just wants to drag the night owl away by himself. He expects Thomas Wayne to at least Care about sharp claws! Let me go, I'm just an innocent person who was tricked by him with the night owl collection!"

Batman was already starting to look agitated.The Riddler said he didn't care, but actually kept an eye on his emotions all the time, for fear that he would really be beaten to the point of paralysis and then take a poison gas bath.

Seeing that the atmosphere had reached a critical point, he immediately raised his hand in surrender very skillfully: "I don't have any antidote on me, and the injection has been given in advance. The scarecrow's poison gas dose is not large. It was originally prepared to prevent the claws from running out and making trouble. Seeing a big fish, I guess the clown didn't expect it...I mean they are trapped in the mechanism now! Claw passed out, there is only a gas mask inside, Ye Xiao probably can't use it by himself, so it is difficult for him to solve it now To open the riddle, we have to solve it from the outside, the problem is, heck, the correct answer to the mechanism’s riddle is set by the clown, I don’t know.”

The Riddler himself felt embarrassed when he said this.

Fortunately, his vision is blurred, and he can't see others mocking him.

Batman emphasized: "What's the topic?"

"'Name of the man who did it in Crime Alley.'"

The Riddler paused after finishing speaking, and saw Batman reach up to touch his belt—this action is so damn familiar, it makes people PTSD—and quickly added: "After you go downstairs, you can see the door lock! You have a way to connect here security system?"

The latter passed by his side like a shadow, and the Riddler just breathed a sigh of relief when the black cloak suddenly raised to cover his sight, and the sound of bats sounded in his ears, and the three bat darts flew out like they had eyes. He struck from behind, and one of the discharge ones hit the neck.

Edward Nygma: "!!!"

His head and the kryptonite owl statue had another close encounter.

In the agony, the last thought before the Riddler passed out was: Grass!The number of darts this time is two more than last time!Even this is exactly the same as Ye Xiao. Is Batman...

This mystery will continue to plague him like the nosebleed today for a long time to come.

**

Bruce Wayne walked down the stairs.

The scarecrow's poisonous gas became more concentrated as he went down. He didn't have a suitable filter device at hand, and it was too late to get it now.However, he has a certain resistance to the fear gas of his cosmic scarecrow. Here, Dr. Klein, as a vigilante, may not be able to develop a fear-inducing poison, but the main components of the hallucinogenic drugs he can choose lead to the same goal, Batman It is reasonable to estimate that it should not be a big problem for him to last until he cracked the password of the security device tampered with by the clown and then brought out Night Owl and Sharp Claw.

Even if there are problems, some things must be done.

He thought about the recording played by the Riddler, the clown's hint, Thomas Jr.'s indifference to the Wayne couple, the details of the inverted universe... Also, the clown dragged away the strange captive who had betrayed the night owl.

That person has a [-]% chance of surviving. The clown didn't hit his vitals with the baseball bat before. He wanted him to live, at least he wouldn't die before he vented his anger and disgust.Even from the point of view of the clown, he is more likely to return the traitor who is still alive to Night Owl after having had enough fun, and let Thomas Wayne Jr. personally go to trial and carry out revenge, and they all know that this is a kind of mockery—— See, the bedrock of your kingdom is rubbish, rubbish, scum, scum.

Look, this is the dog you bred to bite back.

See, you're what happens when you drag others into the game and don't tighten the reins.

Behold... this is what the world looks like without the whitewash.

Capricious villains, couples who share different dreams, children who suffer from fear.

Pushing cups and changing lamps, luxurious life, dead bodies buried in the well of the garden.

A powerless government, corrupt officials, and apathetic people.

The city is cloudy and rainy, and the owl stands on the treetops and sings all night long.

"I'm guilty."

The man dressed as an owl folds his fingers and whispers to the Bible.

"And trying to spread the blame on another person."

There is no God in this world, and sin walks in the world.

Mrs. Wayne said, "Fawn on me and I'll love you."

The boy said well, mother, if so, then I love you too.

— there must be at least one of us who is different from ordinary people.

Otherwise, how could this love be attributed to crimes?

Which doctor, which book can tell whether a person is crazy?Who cares when dark breaths come from the depths of the future?

"boom--"

After the gunshots, whoever survives is correct.

**

"'What's the name of the guy who did it in Crime Alley'?"

Batman half-kneeled on the ground, the ups and downs of his chest and abdomen were almost frozen, time was waiting for no one, he entered a line of letters on the decoder without hesitation.

There will be two beeps, and a green light will light up on the edge of the decipher, indicating that the password is correct.

The door to the sealed basement opened.

The author has something to say:

Don't worry, I don't think it's a knife. Except for the villain, no one will die and almost no one will be injured in the later plot. Guaranteed he.

This time it dragged on for several days, covering my face, I am extremely sorry.

Just like Jinjiang reminded me, my birthday happened to coincide with the class reunion two days ago. My family is still planning to move recently. I am still looking for an internship interview. The main reason is that I am anxious and can’t concentrate on writing. I can’t read what I have written. All the good things have been deleted, the more I procrastinate, the more I feel guilty () I am adjusting, I will try to update the next chapter tomorrow, everyone loves me again, woo woo.

感谢在2021-07-3101:01:51~2021-08-0603:38:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the deep water torpedo: 1 white flood;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 4 dawns; 1 crescent-colored bamboo leaf and cocoa;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: 2 for Aji; 1 for Mr. Mo, Mo Wangyu, and Duwu Shangjiutian who did not want to be named;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：傅延年30瓶；取名真是难、四肆四四四、哒宰真可爱、流云丛野20瓶；l（n-n）12瓶；历史的如果、gswyl、故里明月应照我、颜、月见花开、同归于尽炮10瓶；harura7瓶；耶嘿6瓶；然子君、刀片贩卖、被子卷龙5瓶；千秋4瓶；潜川3瓶；番茄酱去切腹2瓶；liertang、空器、独舞上九天1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!