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A bunch of illiterates and scumbags are confused: If they could study hard, why would they still buy here for zero yuan?
They could only continue to glare at "Smart Man" Codd: "So, where is the damn trophy?"
Coder had a sad face. He just blurted out the answer happily. How could he know where the answer came from?
But seeing the weapons around him being raised higher and higher, and the people getting closer and closer, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through his rapidly racing mind: "Memory, memory card, look for a place that sells memory cards."
With something specific, people who use mobile phones will more or less know what it is, and they will turn around and run to the mobile phone store.
When the others saw this, they followed suit with a rumble.
¡° Seeing the mobile phone store like a swarm of zombies, crowded with people, grabbing hands, the bunch of dead people were almost scared to death, and they didn¡¯t dare to get together at all.
??Besides, the otaku group still has a bunch of "wives" packed in their hands. Don't you want to be rubbed around by this large group of stinky men? They don¡¯t want it!
Fortunately, most people were paying attention to the situation at the trophy, but no one paid attention to them, allowing a few people to sneak to the side.
"Black Widow" Lawther glared at "Spider-Man" Codd angrily: "Mengsao, you just want to attract other people's attention, right? You guessed that you were looking for it secretly, why do you need to be so loud? Do you think you are surrounded by cheerleaders? My girl?"
"That's right, you talk about other people's women's clothing every day, but you also like to tie ropes to yourself. You are completely a sentimental version of Spider-Man." "Hammer God" Wicked quickly followed.
"Hulk" Heather: "You secretly took the trophy yourself, wouldn't you like to get out alive?"
Cod opened his mouth and found that he was speechless.
But he is just a homebody, and there is no way he can do anything so well.
At this moment, the Riddler has already started to tell his second riddle: "I can't be bought, but I can be stolen easily with just one look from you. I am worthless to one person, but priceless to two people." .What am I?"
Many people who couldn¡¯t squeeze in to look for the trophy heard it, but they still didn¡¯t know the answer, so someone shouted: ¡°Where are those transsexuals just now? Come out and answer the question.¡±
A group of dead nerds were so mad that they curled up and hid in darker corners.
¡°Anyway, there is only a ghost-like dim green light here, and no one can be seen at all in many places.
The Riddler actually doesn¡¯t want to let anyone go. He does everything just to enjoy his own sense of superiority in IQ, so he won¡¯t provide these people with enough lighting to play games.
There were many people in the venue, and it was very chaotic. Not many people remembered the appearance of the dead house group just now.
And they retreated into the corner decisively, and no one discovered that they were "those transsexual men".
Naturally, no one answered the second question. The trophy for the first question was found, but was shot by a lot of people.
Some people thought that if they got it, they would hold up the trophy and shout, "I got it, let me out quickly." However, as soon as they finished speaking, their hands were empty.
The Riddler was intoxicated by his intelligence and wisdom: "Stupid people, they always work hard for things that are impossible to succeed."
He knew that there would be no chance for any trophy to be exchanged for time, unless only one person died here.
While he was feeling complacent, an angry roar sounded not far behind him: "Ah, you mentally ill person only dares to bully us poor people, I will beat you to death."
The Riddler was startled, and when he looked sideways, he saw a vulgar man holding a steel pipe high and striding towards him.
With that shabby jacket + plaid shirt + jeans, he looks like a working man at first glance.
The Riddler frowned: That shouldn¡¯t be the case! The defense line arranged by himself with superhuman intelligence is so seamless that it is impossible for anyone to find him and come up to the top floor.
Did this person find a place to climb up? He was confused, but still calmly raised his crutch.
??Just by looking at the speed of the person's movements, you can tell that he is not a special person.
As long as he uses a little prop in his cane, he can subdue this kind of brainless low-level idiot.
But just when the Riddler raised his cane, the other person seemed to be too excited, and the steel pipe he swung came out of his hand, spinning towards his head.
The Riddler snorted dissatisfiedly, raised his cane and swiped it.
Duang!
The steel pipe and the metal cane body collided together, making a strange "arc jump" over the crutches blocking the road, and the rotation speed became very slow.
Duang!
The steel pipe that originally hit the Riddler¡¯s face jumpedIt passed over his head, and one end was just raised, hitting him on the back of the head moderately.
The Riddler's body swayed, and his eyesight turned black. There seemed to be many small stars shining in the darkness.
Immediately after his right hand was light, even the elbow crutches were snatched, and a shouting in his ears: "The riddles are rough Gotham City!"
With this sound, the crutch of the new owner hit his right leg hard, making a cracking sound.
This made the Riddler wake up a little from the pain, and he screamed and asked: "Asshole, who are you?"
Luke waved his cane, fully feeling the strong and handy characteristics of this mutant fighting cane, and he did not forget to talk nonsense: "I am disgusted by your retarded riddles. Do you know how the pig died?"
The Riddler screamed, but his eyes could not help but reveal a look of thinking.
Luke hit him with the stick again and broke his left leg: "You are so stupid, idiot!"
Riddler:? ? ?
Luke: "Do you know how I got up here?"
The Riddler thought involuntarily again.
Luke picked up the crutch again and broke his right hand: "Come up, you idiot!"
The Riddler screamed: "You lied to me, this is not a riddle at all!"
Luke thought for a moment and raised his crutch: "You are stupid and you still don't admit it. Today, labor and management are going to beat you up and drive you out of Gotham City!"
Click!
The Riddler¡¯s left hand is also broken.
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In the hall on the ground floor, a group of people who were originally noisy and grabbing the trophy have quieted down. They all turned their heads and stared at the "wonderful scene" on the surveillance screen in amazement.
Where is the promised super villain? What about being extremely cruel? What about taking control of everything you promised?
At this time, there were more lights in the building again, and many people also discovered that the metal rolling shutter door on the ground floor was rising.
Several gangsters in black hoods fell to the ground outside the door, motionless.
Some people near the door completely forgot about the people who had been shot before and ran out of the door.
When the others saw it, they immediately followed.
No matter what the situation is now, it is better to leave here with everyone first. This is what most people think.
After almost everyone left, the Dead Man Group came out from the hidden corner. Everyone was sneaky.
Suddenly, "Black Widow" Lawther's cell phone rang, making everyone tremble.
He hurriedly took out his cell phone and connected it. Wicked lowered his voice and said, "Xiu'er, why are you calling me?" (Xiu'er shower, courtesy of the book friend Xiu Xiu)
Xiuer was impatient: "Sissy, where is my husband? Why haven't you got it back for so long?"
Lawther's face was full of pain: "We were just stuck in the mall and we haven't run out yet. You can call your brother, why are you looking for me?" (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com