Extra: Fantasy Journey Sixty-Three

"Becoming a Detective in the Film and Television World ()"

A bunch of illiterate people and scumbags are at a loss: If you can study hard, who is going to buy it here for zero yuan!

They could only continue to glare at "Smart Man" Cod: "So, where is the damn trophy?"

Cod was sobbing, and he blurted out with joy just now. How could he know what the answer was?

But seeing the weapons around him getting higher and higher and people getting closer and closer, his fast-running brain suddenly flashed a little light: "Memory, memory card, find a place to sell memory cards."

With specific things, people who use mobile phones know what it is, turn around and run to the mobile phone store.

When the others saw this, they followed with a rumble.

Seeing that the mobile phone store was like a swarm of zombies, crowded with people, holding hands, a bunch of dead houses were almost scared to pee, and they didn't dare to get together at all.

Besides, the otaku group still packs a bunch of "wives" on their hands, don't they want to be dawdled by this large group of stinky men? People don't want it!

Fortunately, most people were paying attention to the situation at the trophy, but no one paid attention to them, so a few people slipped to the side.

"Black Widow" Lawther glared at "Spider-Man" Cod angrily: "Miss, you just want to attract people's attention, don't you? Guess you're secretly looking for it, you need to be so loud? You think there are cheerleaders around you girl?"

"That's right, you talk about other people's women's clothes every day, and you still like to tie ropes to yourself. It's a completely astringent version of Spider-Man." "Hammer God" Victor hurriedly followed.

"Hulk" Heather: "You secretly took the trophy yourself, isn't it good to go out alive?"

Cod opened his mouth and found himself speechless.

But he is an otaku, and he is so impeccable in his work.

At this moment, the Riddler has begun to come up with a second riddle: "I can't be bought, but I can be easily stolen by your glance. I'm worthless to one person, but invaluable to two people. .What am I?"

Many people who couldn't squeeze in to find the trophy heard it, but they still didn't know the answer, so someone shouted: "Where's the group who turned too male just now? Come out and answer the question."

A group of dead houses are crazy in their hearts, curling up and hiding in darker corners.

Anyway, there is only a dim green light like a ghost here, and many places can't see people at all.

Riddler actually didn't want to let anyone go. He did everything just to enjoy his superiority in IQ, so he wouldn't provide these people with sufficient lighting to play.

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 resolutely coaxed into the corner, and finally no one found out that they were "those who became too male".

Naturally, no one answered the second question. The trophy for the first question was found, but it was shot by a lot of people.

Some people thought that even if they got it, they still held the trophy and shouted "I got it, let me go out", but as soon as the words fell, their hands were empty.

The Riddler revels in his intelligence and wisdom: "Stupid people, always work hard for such impossible things."

He knew that any trophy would never have the chance to be exchanged for time, unless there was only one person left here.

When he was complacent, an angry roar sounded not far behind him: "Ah, you mentally ill only dare to bully our poor, I will kill you."

The Riddler was stunned for a moment, looked sideways, and found a vulgar man holding a steel pipe high and striding forward.

That shabby jacket + plaid shirt + jeans, at first glance, it looks like a laborer.

The Riddler frowned: It shouldn't! The line of defense arranged by Superman's own intelligence is flawless, and it is impossible for anyone to find the top floor.

Did this man find a place to climb up? He was puzzled, but still calmly raised his crutches.

Just by looking at the speed of people's movements, you know that they are not special people.

As long as he uses a little prop in the crutch, he can subdue such a mindless low-level idiot.

But just as the Riddler raised his cane,

The other party seemed to be too excited, and the waving steel pipe came out of his hand, swirling towards his head.

The Riddler grunted in dissatisfaction, raised his cane and swept away.

Duang!

The steel pipe collided with the metal cane, and a strange "arc jump" came over the crutches blocking the road, and the rotation speed became very slow.

Duang!

The steel pipe that was originally aimed at Riddler's face jumped over his head, one end was just tilted up, and knocked on the back of his head, neither light nor heavy.

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

Immediately afterwards, his right hand lightened, but even his crutches were snatched away, and a shout came from his ear: "Riddler, get out of Gotham City!"

With this sound, the crutches that had changed the owner slammed heavily on his right leg, making a cracking sound.

This made Riddler sober his mind a little, screamed and asked, "Bastard, who are you?"

Luke waved his cane, fully feeling the sturdy and handy characteristics of this mutant fighting stick, and he didn't forget the nonsense: "Your mental retardation riddle is disgusting to me, do you know how the pig died?"

The Riddler screamed miserably, but there was still a look of thought in his eyes.

Luke struck down with another stick, breaking his left leg: "It's stupid, idiot!"

Riddler: ? ? ?

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

The Riddler thought again involuntarily.

Luke picked up his cane again and interrupted his right hand: "Come up, idiot!"

The riddleman screamed: "You lied to me, this is not a guessing at all!"

Luke thought for a while, then raised his crutches: "If you say you're stupid, you don't admit it, the labor and management are going to beat you up to get rough in Gotham City today!"

Click!

Riddler's left hand was also broken.

...

In the hall on the ground floor, the group of people who had been clamoring for the trophy had quieted down, turned their heads in unison, and stared at the "miracle" on the surveillance screen.

What about super villains? How brutal is it? What about taking control of everything?

At this time, there were a lot of lights in the building again, and many people also found that the metal shutter doors on the ground floor were rising.

A few black-hooded bandits outside the door fell to the ground, 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 current situation is, it's better to leave here with everyone first. This is what most people think.

After almost everyone left, the dead house group came out from the hidden corner, and everyone was sneaking.

Suddenly, "Black Widow" Lawther's cell phone rang, making everyone tremble.

In a hurry, he took out his mobile phone to connect, and Wicked lowered his voice: "Xiuer, why are you calling me?"

Xiu'er was impatient: "Sissy, where's my husband? Why haven't I got it back for so long?"

Lowther's face hurts: "We were just blocked in the mall and haven't run out yet. You can call your brother, why are you looking for me?"