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Bruce Wayne walked into the cordon, but Gordon didn't stop him.

Let him observe the surrounding scene.

"I thought it was just an accident."

His hoarse voice was a little low.

In the elevator shaft, the safety rope was not damaged, but the counterweight and the counterweight frame seemed to have been deliberately moved by someone.

But just doing that doesn't provide useful information.

In the night vision device, he saw that the car below had been severely damaged.

There are a lot of dried blood inside, flashing green fluorescence.

Judging by the amount of blood, it was indeed the first crime scene.

"Someone claimed to have seen a mechanic touch the elevator shaft, but we checked and there was no file on that person at all."

"It's like a ghost committing a crime."

Gordon shook his head, definitely scoffing at the statement.

But it is true that none of them knew the true identity of the so-called repairman.

"You just said that the murderer deliberately left clues, where is it?"

Bruce asked.

click.

Gordon didn't speak, just turned on the lighting in his hand.

Strong light shines on the wall not far away.

In an instant, several lines of large green characters appeared on the wall, and the handwriting had been finalized.

It looks like it was written when the case happened.

It is estimated that the ink was still wet when the murderer painted it, and the excess ink flowed down.

It looks like a bloody blackboard.

Every letter is written in a strange shape, the file size is different, and it is extremely insane.

In the dark environment, it exudes arrogance and distortion.

Bruce Wayne narrowed his eyes slightly and read the words clearly.

It's four questions.

【1. You can see me, but you can't touch me. Flick a switch and I enter your home. I leave you alone. Excuse me, where am I? 】

[2. I can blend into the lake, soar high in the sky, and be reflected on the mountain. What am I? 】

[3. I can be seen everywhere in the city. There are things you like and dislike, but you can’t take them home directly. What am I? 】

【4. I am with the whole city, countless filth and sins gather on me, but I am not as clean as anyone else, who am I? 】

"These questions are the clues deliberately left by the murderer, and they seem to be about his motives and whereabouts."

"The people in the police station guessed all night and could only guess the answer to the second question, but they didn't have any clue about the other three questions."

Gordon sighed helplessly, and the lighting equipment in his hands lowered unconsciously, just like his state of mind at the moment.

These questions can have many answers at the same time, which seems to be a smoke bomb deliberately thrown by the murderer.

If two line segments intersect, an intersection point can be produced, which is the only answer.

Then there are countless plausible answers to these questions.

It becomes an interlacing of countless line segments.

Keeping them from finding answers that really connect.

If one step is wrong, then all the inferences that take a lot of time will be wrong.

They formed a huge amounts of web that trapped the brains of the Gotham Police.

To know.

The police honed in this city of sin, those who have no skills basically don't live long.

But even so, they were helpless.

They can only walk into the trap deliberately set by the murderer, and find a way to break the situation in the trap.

Because apart from that, they couldn't find any useful clues at the scene!

And they can't hope that the killer will stop and wait for them to decipher.

Once they can't find the answer before the second case happens, they can't catch the murderer.

Then the entire Gotham police will be questioned by the public.

The chain reaction that this triggers will make those criminals who are ready to move in the dark corners even more unscrupulous.

At that time, they will be completely passive!

Bruce's brow furrowed under his mask.

He stared at the writing on the wall and fell into thought.

"Maybe this is the address he left behind, or the scene of the next crime?"

After a long time, he expressed his guess.

"Who doesn't know that?"

"The most important thing now is to solve these damn puzzles on the wall."

Gordon smiled wryly and complained.

The criminal was clearly vain to the point of arrogance.

He treats homicide as a game, and has the Gotham police in his hands.

Maybe At the moment is drinking coffee in a corner, looking at the battered Gotham police and laughing silently.

But there was nothing they could do about it.

In fact, they didn't know that Batman played a large role in the appearance of the Riddler.

Just being Gotham's cops doesn't interest Riddler.

What really makes him emerge from hiding is the desire to defeat Bruce, the vigilante who has been in the limelight lately.

Only the sense of accomplishment of conquering the strong will make the genius happy.

"You really have no clue?"

Bruce turned his head and asked again, not paying attention to the impatience in Gordon's words.

Gordon shook his head.

Seeing this, Bruce's eyes sank under the mask.

After more than ten years of experience abroad, he has not only practiced fighting technique.

In order to be able to successfully complete revenge.

With his extraordinary ability, the knowledge he has mastered is unmatched by ordinary people.

It can be said that his professional quality in solving crimes is even higher than that of the best police in Gotham City.

However, within a short period of time, he was unable to decipher any useful information from the puzzle in front of him.

You can see how tricky it is.

This is the closest he has come to being at a loss since his debut.

Not to be consumed by frustration though.

But At the moment's Bruce is also deeply aware.

Gotham turned out to be far from being as simple as I imagined.

Gordon shook his head mockingly when he saw Bruce standing still.

He didn't mean to blame Bruce.

This black-clothed vigilante indeed has superhuman strength and fighting power.

However, the situation in front of him cannot be solved by strength alone.

Those senior police detectives can't do it, let alone young people with little experience.

But he didn't bother the pensive black figure in front of him either.

It's just that the mood is like drowning in water, and the depression is getting lower and lower.

The scene suddenly fell into a deadlocked silence.

The startled chirping of a nightingale could be heard outside the window.

As if laughing at the incompetence of the two.

And at the moment.

"Very simple question."

Suddenly, a figure quietly walked out of the dark corner.

The familiar indifferent voice made the two of them who were thinking hard turn their heads at the same time.

See Su Bai in his signature smiley mask.

He walked slowly towards the two of them.

.........

[PS: Three self-created puzzles. 】

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