Chapter 256 The Riddler? Isn’t that who he is!

"By the way, I don't know your name yet, and where you are from."

Edward was lying on the bed wearing a hospital gown and said to Bane, who was holding GL11 Venom next to him.

After hearing this, Bain poured the liquid in his hand into the syringe, "My name is Bain, from the Republic of Santa Prisca."

"Santa Prisca?" Edward recalled: "I seem to have heard of this place. It seems that a coup took place many years ago."

When Bain heard this, he was a little surprised and said: "I didn't expect you to know this. You are indeed one of the smartest guys in Gotham."

Upon hearing Bain's compliment, Edward did not look proud, but said rather displeased: "No! I am the smartest guy in Gotham City, bar none!"

"You're right."

Bain didn't bother to refute, but directly stabbed Edward's wrist with the syringe needle containing GL11 venom.

Soon, all the green medicine was pushed into Edward's body.

With a sharp scalpel pressed against his neck, Bain instead of being angry, actually laughed boldly.

"Losing your mind? Falling into madness?" Edward said contemptuously: "Then even if I die, I will not inject more than one. After all, compared to the strength of my body, I still think my head is more useful."

"But now we have no idea who the Riddler is or where he has gone!"

Bain said: "If you don't give yourself one after twelve hours, you will become weaker than usual until you get another supply of medicine. Also, if you inject more than one at a time,

You will gain more power, but this will make you lose your mind and fall into madness. I think you'd better not push yourself to this point."

"To be honest, when these three words are combined, the first thing I think of is Depp's antique shop."

It wasn't until half an hour later that he calmed down completely.

His body became stronger than before, and his muscles almost burst his shirt.

"Yeah, I don't even know who the Riddler is!" Bruce covered his face and said, "The only clue is the few words left by that guy."

Bruce said with some disbelief: "I have some impressions of this guy, but Gordon told me a few months ago that the archivist in their police station has disappeared. That archivist is named Edward Nygma. But...

He has been missing for two whole months!"

Bain threw the syringe into the trash can and said nonchalantly: "Just die, just treat it as a failed experiment. To be honest, I have no hope at all whether this guy can withstand the venom."

Back home, Edward hid the GL11 venom under the floorboards of his home.

Alfred said without mercy.

Hearing Alfred's words, Bruce suddenly thought of something, and he said: "You mean that Jenny publicized the fact that I dated her to her friends in a big way, and it was almost everyone in Gotham University.

Already?"

Bruce took a sip of coffee and gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, and this guy also changed the hotel room number I sent you Jenny from 1888 to 1803 in advance. When did this guy know that I was going to date Jenny?

?!"

Upon hearing this, Bruce immediately retorted: "No! Before Gotham is completely saved, Bruce Wayne may sleep forever, but Batman will never die!"

After completely adapting to his new body, Edward put on his top hat, carried his suitcase, and left the hotel where Bain and others lived.

On the other end of the phone, Depp said calmly: "Edward Nygma, archivist of the Gotham City Police Department."

After Edward finished speaking, he kept running around the whole room like a huge muscular cat.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Who is the Riddler?"

Bruce could not find out what happened after that.

I don't even have any clues, you know who the Riddler is with just one phone call?

Grandma, I'm telling you, if you weren't Depp, I, Bruce, wouldn't believe a word you say!

In the Batcave, he looked at the monitor on the screen with a slightly ferocious expression.

About ten minutes later, the Riddler exited the room and left the Depp Hotel in a swaggering manner.

"But you have no other choice now, right? Master Bruce."

Alfred nodded when he heard this: "Yes, after all, it seems that there is only one place in Gotham that has the elements of these three words at the same time."

Alfred sighed helplessly: "But sometimes, things in the world are so unpredictable. No one can predict his life or death in the next second, not even you, young master."

"Depp, you guy!"

Before Bain could say anything, the zombie couldn't help but said: "Put the knife down quickly, do you know what you are doing?"

"No matter what, you have to have a good sleep before you go to trouble Batman!"

When Edward saw this, he squatted on the bed blankly.

The call was connected, and Depp on the other end asked lazily: "Evening. Good morning Bruce, do you have any questions that you need help with this time?"

When Alfred heard this, he did not immediately make his own judgment, but asked: "So, young master, what is the answer in your mind?"

When Depp heard this, he immediately said bluntly, "No, I guessed it."

"Death, maybe someone who has died long ago but is still active, such as Grandy."

"Poverty, I think, should represent Naihe Island."

"But don't worry, Grandy will help me protect the antique store."

"It seems I was wrong just now, Riddler, you are indeed a powerful enough helper."

It's the icing on the cake.

When Bruce heard this, he felt helpless. Even Depp couldn't do anything about the Riddler?

Finally, Bruce compromised and said, "Okay, I'll call Depp right now, hoping he can give me some direction on this matter."

The Riddler's conceit and pride in his own IQ are fully reflected in this short dialogue.

Alfred did not refute, but said: "I also believe that Mr. Depp will not be the Riddler. He is not that boring. However, this may be a clue. Maybe you can get some information about the Riddler from Mr. Depp."

information.”

After a moment of silence, he threw away the scalpel that had turned into a ball in his hand, and then said with a bright smile: "This is really something that makes people tremble with excitement!"

When the zombie heard this, he immediately realized that Bane didn't care about the Riddler or Arkham Asylum at all. All he cared about was how to kill Batman.

"Would you like to ask Depp for help again?" Bruce said reluctantly: "But I really don't want to rely too much on Depp anymore. This will make me lose my perseverance to solve problems on my own!"

"But Depp can't be the Riddler." Bruce struggled: "He certainly can't be!"

Bruce made a confused sound.

Edward took the suitcase and nodded: "So this means that this thing is only valid for twelve hours. So, does it have any side effects?"

Edward, who had gotten up at some point, was holding a scalpel against Bain's neck with a playful expression.

Bruce raised his head, his fingers clicked on the keyboard, and these three words immediately appeared in the center of the screen.

But Bane doesn't care, because even the Riddler, who is so powerful and smart, is just his tool.

Upon hearing this, Bruce was silent for a while, then sighed heavily and said: "The girl I dated this afternoon was killed by the Riddler. The words he left on the wall all pointed to Depp's antique shop, so

I wanted to ask you if you know anything about the Riddler?"

But just when Bruce was getting a little desperate, Depp continued: "However, I can tell you straightforwardly who the Riddler is."

In the surveillance video, the guy wearing a dark green suit, purple shirt and gloves, and a top hat of the same color as the suit was walking struttingly in the corridor of the Depp Hotel.

But his words could not free Bruce from self-blame. "But even so, Jenny didn't make any big mistake and she shouldn't have died in that room at all."

Alfred sat next to Bruce, took a sip of coffee elegantly, and said: "Master Bruce, you have been too busy recently. If you have time to go to Gotham University, you will find that almost everyone

Master Bruce, who knows the Wayne Group, has made an appointment with Miss Jenny to spend a night together tonight."

"Really?" Bruce still couldn't believe it.

Bruce immediately turned to Alfred and said: "Alf, please help me find out where Edward Nygma, the archivist of the Gotham City Police Department, lives. I think Batman has something to say to him!"

"Yes, so in a sense, Miss Jenny died of her own vanity."

"As for old items, the one I'm most familiar with is of course Depp's antique shop."

How could this guy know the location of his date with Jenny and modify it without anyone noticing?

Hearing this, Alfred coughed slightly and said, "Actually, if the Riddler wants to know that you have made an appointment with Miss Jenny, it is actually very simple."

Upon hearing this, Depp first said seriously: "Bruce, regarding the Riddler, I want to say that the vocabulary he left behind usually indicates where he will commit his next crime. If it is true as you said, then he may go back in the next few days.

Something happened in my store."

Alfred once again brought Bruce back to reality without mercy.

"Edward Nygma!"

"Um?"

Afterwards, he took off the clothes he borrowed from Bain and took a quick shower.

Bruce asked eagerly.
To be continued...