Extra: Fantasy Journey Sixty-Two
"Becoming a Detective in the Film and Television World ()"
It has to be said that the group unconsciousness is indeed a very realistic "halo of intelligence reduction".
In a group, most people will give up thinking more deeply, and instead do what others do.
Most of the few people who can still think will hesitate, and only a very few can respond quickly and reasonably.
At this moment, hundreds of people pouring into the ground floor of the mall saw that the lights were basically extinguished, but many green lights turned on, and few people thought of "safety first" and slipped away.
After all, from a practical point of view, there are a lot of malls and shops in Gotham City tonight, and there is no need to waste time in a strange place.
Not only that, but many people shouted: "Damn, why isn't the light on?"
"Who's going to turn on the lights?"
"Where's my new phone? Who stole my new phone."
No one despised these shouts that were like mental retardation in normal times, and most people thought similar to these words.
Luke quietly disappeared into the darkness.
The primary concealment of the Night Demon is the counterpart of the night battle. With the shielding measures of the nano inner armor, it can even evade technology detection.
Then, a hoarse and sharp, uncomfortable voice sounded from the mall's speakers: "Welcome everyone, to today's guessing playground."
Many people looked up and looked around, but many more people were still clamoring and caring about the new home appliances they "snapped".
No one noticed in the noise, and the metal shutter door of the shopping mall that had been opened slammed down again.
As for the subsequent sporadic people who wanted to rush in, they were all driven away with rifles by several 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 can penetrate two people at close range without any problem. Hundreds of rounds come down suddenly, at least dozens of people will die.
This is not a pistol bullet, and it can be rescued if it is hit.
If the rifle bullet hits the limbs, it will be disabled, and if it hits the body without immediate first aid, it will be fatal.
And in Gotham City tonight, absolutely no one will come to the streets to provide first aid.
The crowd in the mall did not know that they had become a turtle in a cage, and they continued to make noise.
Suddenly, multiple TV screens in the mall lit up.
A middle-aged man in a green suit with a thin and gloomy face appeared on it.
He smiled: "Now I announce the rules of the game. The person who finds the trophy I placed in the building within an hour can get out from here. The rest of the people will be bombed with this building."
The noisy voices below have quieted down 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."
The crowd was quieter again, but still noisy.
At this time, the green suit turned his face closer to the picture, making his face a little deformed: "I quietly tell you some good news, there are 200 trophies, you have a good chance of surviving!"
A few calmer people looked around subconsciously, and felt that there were people everywhere at the bottom, and it didn't look like there were only 200 people.
In other words, it is impossible for most people to find that trophy and go out?
But there are very few people who can maintain a normal thinking ability. Many people simply sneer and continue to take things they are interested in in the mall.
go out? This mall building is full of passages, if you don't find one, you will go out. That's what most people think.
Suddenly, someone screamed: "The Riddler! He's the Riddler!"
The cry was heart-wrenching, and it sounded like the feeling of "the whole person is about to collapse".
And the content of the shouts reminded many people of the legend of a terrible villain, all of whom were white, black and blue.
On the TV screen, the green suit smiled contentedly: "Congratulations, you got the answer right, you are a little smarter than other fools, but unfortunately this is not my riddle,
So you can't get trophies. "
Picking up the crutches in his hand for a while, the riddleman coughed lightly: "Attention, here comes the first riddle: I can't be bought, but it can be easily stolen by your glance. Worth nothing, but invaluable to two people. What am I?"
This time, there were almost no people who scolded him, and more and more people whispered and asked others what the riddle was.
When they heard the "horror story" that was based on rumors, and many people around him affirmed the identity of the Riddler as a super villain, almost everyone was terrified.
Few of the people who can rush in to "snap purchase" are murderous, and most of them are ordinary citizens.
They are naturally terrified of Gotham City's supervillains.
They grew up in Gotham, they have never been abused by super villains, and there are always real-life examples of relatives and friends.
Even if the people killed by the Riddler are only a small part, the super villain will never take human life seriously, saying that when the mall building is bombed, it will definitely blow up.
Many people didn't guess any damn riddles at all, and ran straight to the various exits.
And then... the gunshots rang out at the gate.
Several young men who tried to destroy the metal rolling shutters collapsed in front of the gate.
The Riddler laughed: "Sorry, the person who destroys the guessing game is automatically disqualified from the game, then there is no need to live. Oh, by the way, once the building's exit is forcibly destroyed, the explosion will happen automatically. So, keep an eye on you. People around, don't let them blow up everyone in advance."
The people present looked at each other in dismay, and many timid people had already started to cry: "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 he handled didn't have any abnormality on the outside, and even the countdown was beating normally, but the explosive materials inside were replaced with mud.
Luke's ability to operate the storage space now is cheating like this, and he can operate it in seconds without leaving any traces.
The cleanup process only takes five minutes.
At this moment, Riddler's guessing has reached the third round, but only the first one has guessed the answer. "It only takes a moment to form, but it can last a lifetime. I can resurrect the dead and make your eyes moist."
The answer is that in the dead house, the sullen and saucy man Cod wearing a Spider-Man mask. (Cold, played by book friends calmly and friendly)
Thinking of the answer, he exclaimed: "I thought of it."
Then I found that a bunch of people around them turned their heads and stared at them.
Looking at the sticks, steel pipes, knives, chargers and other weapons held up by these people, he quickly said the answer: "It's memory, it's memory."