In the early morning, a breeze blows by.

The golden sunlight shines on the earth, but is obscured by the dark clouds that last year in the sky of this city, and can only reveal a few glimmers.

However, today's sunshine seems to be a little brighter than yesterday.

Perhaps the clouds above the city have become thinner, or perhaps the sunshine is getting hotter today.

"At least, she's heading in the right direction."

Oswald sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the mayor's office, holding champagne and watching the traffic under the municipal building.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and after a long time, he said: "But that's not enough. Mr. Depp said he hopes Gotham has the lowest crime rate in the United States for three consecutive months and wants to achieve it as soon as possible."

Oswald picked up the documents on the table casually, and the more he looked, the deeper his brows frowned.

Obviously, this is a nearly impossible task.

On the windowsill, the pot of small wild flowers exuding a fragrance has seven charming purple petals.

Now, just in case, he felt that he would hide these evidences that he was a riddle man first.

"Perhaps, I can't stop those perverted crimes."

Five minutes later, he suddenly woke up with a hint of smug smile.

He rubbed his drunken eyes and glanced at the time displayed on the clock.

Stop committing any crime until I inform you that the lockdown period is over.

He was struggling with whether to open the letter, because he couldn't figure out who sent it and what the man's purpose was.

This is a very ordinary and cheap envelope, which is simply rough and slim!

He lay completely relaxed on the chair, his legs curled up in front of him, and then he fell asleep with his curled legs in his arms.

He wore a penguin pajamas and began to give orders to his subordinates.

A man is a small clerk of the Gotham Police Department during the day, but at night he becomes a genius criminal riddle. Who do you think he is?

The answer to this riddle is obvious!

So, I hope you can do your job well in the next few months, as a small staff member of the forensics department.

After reading the letter, Edward's eyes shone fiercely and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tremble.

They are just perfunctory themselves.

That's right!

Ridder man!

Looking at the envelope that he threw to the ground, Edward took a deep breath.

"Well!"

Because except for Chicago, his hands cannot reach underground forces in other cities.

Isn't that an illusion?

Edward picked up the envelope on the table and looked at it carefully.

Before I went out, I clamped three hairs in the crack of the door, but now there are still three.

"No matter who the guy who sent this letter was, he should not have much malice towards me."

I don't think you want to leave riddles that may reveal your identity after committing a crime, but you can't control yourself, right?

But when Edward narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the words on the letter in the envelope, he immediately threw the letter out.

"After all, the system mission is wrong. After all, the safety of the people in this city is the most important!"

Many criminals in the audience shook their heads, saying that no life is important to express their opinions?

Then hang him to the street light.

The light emitted by the fluorescent light passed through the envelope. Edward clearly saw that there was no other small mechanism except one letter.

Meanwhile, Depp sat in the antique shop, while hanging the ring while watching the report sent by Oswald.

That's right!

Or you will be killed by one shot.

He breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, how could magic or something really exist?

Compared to magic, crime is the eternal theme of Gotham.

"What a prudent guy!"

It's like there's someone hidden in the mirror.

The next day, Oswald, who was scolded by Robin for a night, got up at noon.

Oswald didn't wake up until evening.

And it can be seen that the author's packaging was extremely careless, or very casual.

After a complete inspection, Edward said that no one had come to the house.

"Otherwise, he just needs to go to the Gotham Police Department and tell the news to those guys Gordon, so he can still get a considerable bounty."

Gotham Police Department, Forensics Section.

"There's nothing to be afraid of!"

R-I-D-D-L-E-R.

When the person who spoke out Oswald's words, several waves of people immediately stood up to oppose it.

Then, the person who spoke politely said, "So, who else has any objection?"

Then, Depp stretched out his sinful right hand and slapped Walnut on his buttocks.

After doing all this, Oswald lay back on the bed and slept with his embrace of his Emperor Penguin pillow.

"What a bunch of arrogant and stupid guys!"

After thinking about it, Edward pinched the envelope with his thumb and index finger and lifted it under the fluorescent light.

"Anyway, Mr. Depp only said that he hopes Gotham's crime rate will be reduced. As for the people in Chicago, it should be no big deal to sacrifice a little, right?"

There are many people in this world who like riddles, but there are very few people like me who are forced by riddles.

Just under the noses of those who wanted to capture him, they even talked and laughed with them every day, and even kept giving them riddles.

But until Edward read the entire letter over and over again, he still found the other person's fingerprint.

Drinking half a bottle in one breath, Oswald was also a little drunk.

"Well, it's time to get off work."

Or, under the collective escort of the Penguin Gang, transport the group of guys to Chicago and let them start their own criminal life again in Chicago.

"As for the lowest level in the United States, that seems to be even more distant!"

"Bang!"

For example, poison gas, hidden weapons, etc., the kind that will be triggered as soon as it is opened.

The underground forces and official personnel in various cities are mixed, and if they attack rashly, they are likely to be backfired.

As he said that, he took off his clean and tidy suit and put on the special Penguin Warrior suit.

Before I went out, there was only the old green desk lamp on the table except for a notebook, a pen and a bottle of ink.

The poor little walnut said weakly:

"This guy is really cautious."

"Um!"

If the other party digs out evidence that the gangsters were instructed by him, it would be terrible!

In that case, not only will he be unable to protect his position as mayor, but he may even be sent to prison.

First, the members of the Penguin Gang wearing high-tech equipment caught the guys who did not take the initiative to attend the meeting and tied them up and hung them on the ceiling.

"After all, not everyone is as smart as me, right?"

After breathing out, Edward walked back to the edge of the envelope, squatted down and picked up the envelope.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, and you need to learn advanced rope skills with Teacher Robin."

Three days later, Gotham's criminals gathered and arrived at the Iceberg Hall.

Finally, the people who took the money took the money and moved the house, and everyone happily held the meeting. No one remembered who was shot in the head, and no one remembered who was hung on the ceiling.

Oswald drank the champagne in his hand, then lay down on the chair, closed his eyes and rested.

Today is also a safe day!

Edward Nigma, the famous riddle man in the future.

Because, he vaguely saw a word inside.
To be continued...