Super Detective in the Fictional World

A bunch of illiterate people and school leavers are at a loss: if they could study hard, who the hell would be here shopping for zero dollars!

They could only continue to glare at "Smart Guy" Kaulder, "So, where the hell is the damn trophy?"

Curtis cried out, just now a delightful moment, how did he know where the answer was talking about?

But as he saw the murderous weapons around him lifting higher and higher, and the people getting closer and closer, his racing brain snapped to life a little bit: "Memory, memory card, find a place that sells memory cards."

With something specific, the person using the phone more or less knew what it was, and turned around and ran to the phone store.

The others saw the situation and rumbled right after them.

Looking at the cell phone store like a horde of zombies, crowded with people and clutching hands, a bunch of dead geeks were about to pee, not daring to go up there at all.

I don't want it!

It was a good thing that most people were paying attention to the trophy, but no one was paying attention to them, so a few people snuck off to the side.

"Black Widow Lauser glared angrily at Spider-Man Cooder, "You're just trying to draw attention to yourself, aren't you, sulky? Why do you have to be so loud when you know you're looking for it? Do you think there are cheerleader girls all around?"

"That's right, every day you talk about other people in women's clothing and you like to tie ropes to yourself, a totally acerbic version of Spider-Man." "Hammer God" Viktor was busy keeping up.

"Hulk" Heather: "You secretly took the trophy yourself, wouldn't it be nice to get out alive?"

Kold opened his mouth and found himself speechless.

But he was just a geek, and where was he going to do anything that tricky.

Just then, the Riddler had begun a second riddle: "I cannot be bought, but I can be easily stolen by a glance from you. I'm worthless to one person, but priceless to two. What am I?"

A lot of people who couldn't squeeze in to find the trophy heard it, but they still didn't know the answer, so someone shouted, "Where was that group of men who just turned too male? Come out and answer the questions."

A group of dead houses had a frenzied law in their minds and huddled all over the place, so they stuck to the side and ducked into a darker corner.

There was only ghostly dull green light here anyway, and in many places no one could be seen at all.

The Riddler didn't really want to leave anyone alone, doing everything just to enjoy their intellectual superiority, not to provide these people with sufficient lighting to game it.

The field was crowded and confusing, and not many people remembered what the dead house crew looked like just now.

And they decided to wiggle into the corner without being seen as "the guys who turned into the geeks".

The second question was naturally left unanswered, and the trophy for the first question was found, only to be shot at by a bunch of people.

The first one was found, but it was shot by a large number of people, who thought they had it and shouted "I've got it, let me out".

The Riddler reveled in his wisdom: "O foolish people, always striving for such unlikely successes."

He knew there was no chance that any of the trophies could be used to redeem the time out, unless there was only one person left dead here.

While complacent, an angry roar rang out not far behind him, "Ah, you psychopath who only dares to bully our poor, I'll kill you."

The Riddler froze and looked over his shoulder to see a vulgar man striding in with a steel pipe held high.

The worn jacket + plaid shirt + jeans looked like a hitman.

The Riddler frowns: it shouldn't be! Superhuman Intelligence's self had set up a seamless line of defense, it was impossible for someone to find their way up to the top floor.

Did this person find a place to climb up? He wondered, but remained calmly holding up his elbow crutch.

Just by looking at the speed at which people moved, one could tell that they weren't special people.

He could subdue such brainless bottom-feeding fools if he used the little props in his crutch.

But just as the Riddler raised his crutches, the other man seemed overly excited, and the steel pipe he was wielding came out of his hand and flew at his head in a whirl.

The Riddler grunted in displeasure and lifted and swiped with his crutches.

Duang!

The steel pipe and the metal staff collide, flipping over the crutches in a weird arc and spinning very slowly.

Duang!

The steel pipe that had been coming at the Riddler's face leapt over his head, one end raised just enough to strike him on the back of the head, not too lightly.

The Riddler's body shook, his eyes went black, and there seemed to be many small stars shining in the darkness.

Then he was light in his right hand, but even his elbow crutch was snatched away, and a shout rang out in his ears, "Riddler get out of Gotham!"

With that, the cane that had changed ownership smacked him hard on his right leg, making a cracking sound of bone.

This caused the Riddler to clear his head a little in pain and screamed, "Who are you, asshole?"

Luke waved his cane, fully aware of the sturdy and smooth qualities of this variant fighting stick, and mouthed the tirade, "Your retarded riddles disgust me, do you know how pigs die?"

The Riddler screamed, but his eyes still didn't show thought.

Luke struck him again with his staff, breaking his left leg, "It's stupid death, idiot!"

Riddler: ???

Luke: "Do you know how I got up here?"

Once again, the Riddler was not thinking straight.

Luke swung his cane again, interrupting his right hand, "Step up here, stupid!"

The Riddler screamed, "You lied to me, it wasn't a riddle at all!"

Luke thought about it and raised his cane, "Call you stupid and you still won't admit it, Law is going to beat you up today and get the hell out of Gotham City!"

Ka-chow!

The Riddler's left hand is also broken.

......

In the lower hall, the group of people who had been clamoring for the trophies had quieted down and turned their heads to stare at the "spectacle" on the surveillance screen.

Where is the super villain? What's the deal with the brutality? What about the promise of control?

There was now a large amount of light in the building again, and many also noticed that the metal roll-up door on the ground floor was rising.

A few black hooded bandits outside the door fell to the ground, not moving.

Some of the people near the door completely forgot about the few who had been shot earlier and ran out the door with their legs drawn.

The others took a look and roared to catch up.

Regardless of what exactly is going on right now, it's better to get out of here with everyone else first. That was what most people thought.

It was only after almost everyone had left that the Deadhouse Crew came out of their hidden corners, all of them sneaking around.

Suddenly, "Black Widow" Lauser's cell phone rang, startling everyone.

Hurriedly pulling out the phone and answering it, Viktor lowered his voice, "Xiu'er, why are you calling me?" (Xiu'er Shower, played by book friend Xiu Xiu)

Xiu'er was impatient, "Sissy, where's my husband? Why has it taken so long to get it back?"

Lawther was all ballsy, "We just got stuck in the mall and we haven't run out yet. Why call me when you can call your brother's phone?"