Super Detective in the Fictional World

I have to say that the group unconscious is indeed a very realistic "aura of lowering wisdom."

In a group, most people will give up thinking more deeply, but will do what others do.

Among the few people who can still think, most of them are still hesitant, and only a few people can react quickly and reasonably.

At this moment, hundreds of people pouring into the ground floor of the mall saw the lights basically turned off, but there were many green lights on, and few people thought of "safety first" and slipped away.

After all, in terms of reality and rationality, Gotham City tonight has a large number of malls and shops that can be entered, and there is no need to waste time in a strange place.

Not only that, but many people shouted, "Damn, why doesn't the light turn on?"

"Who is going to turn on the lights."

"Where is my new phone? Who robbed my new phone."

These shouts are like mentally retarded shouts, and no one despises them. Most people think similar to these words.

Luke quietly disappeared into the darkness.

The basic concealment of the night demon is the counterpart of the night battle. With the shielding measures of the Nano Inner Armor, it can even be avoided by technological detection.

Then, the loudspeaker of the mall sounded a husky, sharp and uncomfortable voice: "Welcome everyone, come to today's guessing playground."

Many people looked up and looked around, but there were more people still clamoring and caring about the new home appliances they "snapped up".

No one noticed in the hustle and bustle, and the metal shutters of the mall that had been opened came down again.

As for the people who wanted to rush in sporadically, they were all driven away with rifles by a few black hooded bandits who appeared outside the door.

After all, people in Gotham City are really familiar with guns, especially the effect of hitting people.

The rifles in the hands of a few gangsters penetrated two people at close range and it was no problem. A few hundred shots came down suddenly, and at least dozens of them would die.

This is not a pistol bullet, it can be rescued by a shot.

A rifle bullet hitting the limb is a disability, and if hitting the body is not immediately first aid, it will be fatal.

And tonight in Gotham City, absolutely no one will come to the streets for first aid.

The crowd in the mall didn't know that they had become a caged turtle, or continued to make noise.

Suddenly, multiple TV screens in the mall turned on.

A middle-aged man in a green suit with a thin face appeared on it.

He smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Now I announce the rules of the game. The person who found me placing the trophy in the building within an hour can get out from here. The rest will be blown up together with this building."

The noisy voice below is quiet a lot, but there are still many scolding this guy.

The green suit smiled: "Next, I will give a riddle every minute, and the answer is where the trophy is."

Everyone was quieter again, but still noisy.

At this time, the green suit leaned his face closer to the screen, making his face a little deformed: "Quietly tell you a good news, there are two hundred trophies, you have a great chance of surviving!"

A few people who were calmer looked around subconsciously, and felt that the bottom was densely packed with people everywhere, and they didn't look like only 200 people.

In other words, it is impossible for most people to find out what trophy?

But this kind of ability to maintain a little normal thinking is only a small number. Many people simply sneer and continue to take things that interest them in the mall.

Out?There are passages everywhere in this mall building, so I can go out if I find one.This is what most people think.

Suddenly, someone screamed: "The riddler! He is the riddler!"

The cry was heart-piercing, and it sounded like the feeling that "the whole person is going to collapse".

And the content of the shouts reminded many people of the legend of a terrible villain, all with white hair, black hair and blue face.

On the TV screen, the green suit smiled contentedly: "Congratulations, this is the right answer. You are slightly smarter than the other fools. Unfortunately, this is not my riddle, so you can't get the trophy."

He took the crooked crutch in his hand and paused, and the riddler gave a light cough: "Attention, the first riddle is here: I can't be bought, but I can easily be stolen because of you. Words are worthless, but invaluable to two people. What am I?"

This time, few people scolded him, and there were more people whispering to others about the riddler.

When I heard that kind of "horror story" that was rumored to be an unknown number of layers, and many people around were sure of the identity of the super villain of the riddler, almost everyone became terrified.

Few people who can rush in to "rush to buy" are murderous, and most of them are ordinary citizens.

For the super villains in Gotham City, they are naturally afraid.

Growing up in Gotham, they have never been abused by super villains, and there are always real examples of relatives and friends.

Even if the people killed by the riddler are only a small part of them, the super villain will never take human lives seriously. If you say that you will bomb the mall building, it will be bombed.

Many people didn't try to guess the damn riddle at all, and ran straight to the exits.

Then... the gunfire at the gate rang.

Several young men who tried to destroy the metal rolling door fell in front of the gate.

The riddler laughed: "Sorry, the person who destroys the guessing game automatically loses the qualifications for the game, so there is no need to live. Oh, by the way, once the exit of the building is forcibly destroyed, the explosion will happen automatically. So, be optimistic about you People around, don’t let them kill everyone in advance."

The people present looked at each other, and many timid people were already crying: "No, I don't want to die yet."

"Mom, I want to go home."

"Damn, I haven't played my new game console yet, how can I die here."

In this way, the riddler's game stumbled into the "right track", but when he and the guessing crowd did not know, a transparent shadow was quietly moving in the building, destroying the explosives distributed throughout the building.

The explosives handled by him did not have any abnormal appearance, and even the countdown was still beating normally, but the explosive materials inside were replaced with mud.

Luke is now able to manipulate the storage space's retractable and unfolding capabilities, and that's how it cheats. The replacement can be operated in seconds without leaving a trace.

The cleaning process takes only five minutes.

At this moment, the riddler's guessing has reached the third round, but only the first one who guessed the answer "It only takes a moment to form, but it can last a lifetime. I can revive the dead and moisten your eyes".

The answer is that mensao male Cod wearing a Spiderman mask in those dead houses.(Cord cold, played by book friends calmly and friendly)

Thinking of the answer, he exclaimed: "I thought of it."

Then I found a bunch of people around turning around, staring at me.

Looking at the sticks, steel pipes, knives, chargers and other weapons held by these people, he quickly said the answer: "It's a memory, it's a memory."