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On the windowsill, a small pot of wildflowers exudes a delicate fragrance and has seven charming purple petals.

That's right!

In the bedroom, the clothes were arranged from cool to warm colors, with the green suit unexpectedly hidden in the very center.

That's right!

In the bathroom, my toothbrush head was facing outwards, resting against the left side of the cup, exactly opposite to the direction of the razor.

That's right!

After thoroughly inspecting the house, Edward concluded that no one had ever been there.

Today is a safe day too!

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

"They simply can't guess our riddle!"

"It's like...they have no idea where the clues the Riddler left them lead, let alone who the Riddler is."

"What an arrogant and stupid bunch!"

When Edward Nigma got home from get off work, he drew the curtains, put on his green suit, and kept talking to himself in front of the mirror.

It's as if there's someone hiding in the mirror.

Halfway through his sentence, Edward frowned slightly, as if he had seen something in the mirror.

He just saw in the mirror that a spark seemed to spin and disappear beside his desk.

"Maybe it's just a hallucination," Edward said with a self-deprecating laugh, rubbing his eyes. "I've really been exhausted lately, working with Gordon while secretly committing crimes."

He let out a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, how could magic possibly exist?

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

Suddenly, he turned around sharply and looked at his desk.

On the desk, a letter had appeared out of nowhere.

Edward knew this was definitely not his; in fact, the envelope wasn't even on the table when he got home!

Since he began committing crimes, he has made it a habit to remember the state of all the items in his house when he leaves and returns home.

So here's the question: when did this damn envelope actually appear?

Edward couldn't help but think of that swirling, disappearing spark from just now.

Could it be... that wasn't an illusion?

Edward picked up the envelope from the table and examined it carefully.

This is a very ordinary and cheap envelope, so rough and thin it's almost unbelievable!

You can buy it for a few cents at any grocery store.

And it's clear that the author didn't put much effort into the packaging, or rather, it was very casual.

Because the sealing wax on the envelope was crooked by a full 1.5 centimeters!

"What a careless guy!"

As he spoke, Edward became conflicted.

He was torn about whether to open the letter, because he wasn't sure who had sent it or what their purpose was.

And, is there any special mechanism inside the envelope?

For example, poison gas, hidden weapons, etc., the kind that will be triggered as soon as they are activated.

After thinking for a moment, Edward pinched the envelope between his thumb and forefinger and held it up to the fluorescent light.

The light from the fluorescent lamp shone through the envelope, and Edward could clearly see that there was nothing inside except a letter.

But when Edward squinted and carefully examined the words on the letter inside the envelope, he immediately threw the letter away.

It was as if this letter was burning hot.

Because he vaguely saw a word inside.

RIDDLER.

Riddler!

Edward took a deep breath as he looked at the envelope he had thrown on the ground.

He bit his lip, trying to suppress his fear.

"There's nothing to be afraid of!"

"Whoever sent this letter, he probably doesn't have much ill intentions towards me."

"Otherwise... he could just go to the Gotham City Police Department and tell Gordon and his gang the news, and he could get a hefty bounty."

Edward let out a breath, walked back to the envelope, and squatted down to pick it up.

Gently brushing the dust off the envelope, Edward first picked up a special blue light and carefully shone it on the envelope, trying to find the recipient's fingerprints.

As a forensic officer with the Gotham City Police Department, Edward was certain that he could find the guy who had discovered his secret by using his fingerprints, as long as the guy had a criminal record.

Then... he hanged him from a street lamp.

But even after Edward read the entire letter over and over again, he still couldn't find the sender's fingerprints.

"This guy is really cautious..."

Edward ignored his own inconsistencies, steeled his resolve, and opened the envelope.

If the other party wants to declare war on me, then so be it!

Edward carefully opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.

Unfold the envelope; this is what it says inside.

Dear Riddler:

You don't need to know who I am, but I will always know who you are.

A green suit, a purple shirt, and a tie with a large question mark on it.

There are many people in this world who love riddles, but very few are as obsessed with them as you are.

I imagine you wouldn't want to leave behind a mystery that could expose your identity after committing a crime, but you couldn't control yourself, could you?

A man who is a lowly employee of the Gotham City Police Department by day, but transforms into the genius criminal Riddler by night... guess who he is?

The answer is obvious!

Therefore, I hope you can focus on doing your job well in the coming months, you lowly staff member of the forensic department.

Do not commit any further crimes until I inform you that your confinement period is over.

Otherwise, I will tell everyone that the riddle teller's true identity is...

Who agrees?

Who opposes?

I agree, and you agree too!

After reading the letter, Edward's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He crumpled the letter into a ball, threw it into the toilet, and then sat on it and took a dump.

Sitting on the toilet, Edward said viciously, "I have to say, your damn riddle was really low-class!"

That night, Edward packed his Riddler costume, telescopic cane, and other props into a box, then drove to a wooded area on the outskirts of Gotham, dug a large hole, and buried the box.

He decided to wait until the person notified him before digging up the treasures again.

Now, just in case, he thinks he should hide the evidence that he is the Riddler.

In the Marvel universe, on the vast African savanna, Depp sits astride a well-behaved lion.

Walnut, on the other hand, was pressed face down against the back of the lion in front of him.

Her round, firm buttocks were almost bursting out, and even in her simple temple guardian apprentice's plain clothes, she could not hide her alluring aura.

Then, Depp stretched out his wicked right hand and slapped Walnut's pert buttocks.

"Mmm!"

Poor little Walnut, her face flushed, said weakly:

"Well!"

"That's it, don't stop!"

Depp, who was committing crimes, looked at Oswald's daily reports of Gotham's declining crime rate and said:

"That's it, don't stop!"

Chapter 155 The Simple and Honest People of Gotham City

On June 3rd, a major news story suddenly emerged.

Several well-known domestic media outlets, including The Daily Planet, The Gotham Daily, and The Gotham Evening Post, simultaneously devoted more than half of their pages to publishing news with different headlines but identical content.

Gotham Daily News – “Best news of the year: City’s crime rate hit a record low yesterday!”

Gotham Evening Post – “Gotham’s Redeemers, Episode 1 (Interview with Mayor Corbot)”, “Gotham’s Redeemers, Episode 2 Preview (Bruce Wayne and Leonard Depp)”

Planet Daily News --- "Is it the beginning of dawn? Or the calm before the storm? Behind Gotham's plummeting crime rate, is it a sign of distorted humanity or moral decay?"

With so many media outlets rushing to report on it, the whole of America was buzzing about it.

This former capital of crime seems to be trying its best to shed the title it has held for decades.

The day before the newspaper was published, Gotham's crime rate officially dropped to 0.01 percent lower than Chicago's.

Gotham, a city with a long history and rich culture, has officially handed over the title of "Sin City" to its distant friend, Chicago.

In the Gotham Daily article, the reporter focused on interviewing Gotham Police Chief James Gordon.

Gordon said, "Perhaps you think that Gotham's crime rate has dropped to such a level because of Mayor Coppert's governance, the restructuring of the Gotham Police Department, and Wayne Enterprises' development of Gotham."