Laughing American comics, I am becoming more and more like a clown

A major feature of Gothic architecture is the continuation of space, which means that some rooms are interconnected. Combined with modern design and taking into account the patients' living preferences, Arkham's rooms can be described as an interconnected maze to some extent.

Strangers will get lost, but the Silent Bat is familiar enough.

But now, there is a person tied up at the archway connecting each space. They are guards, caregivers, and patients. They have bombs on them, and the solutions to the bombs are riddles.

"I was once soil, yet I could bear the flower of life. I am a silent guardian, yet I can carry endless colors. I have no words, yet I can tell stories that span thousands of years. I am fragile yet precious, a silent poem. Who am I?"

Silent Bat smashed the vase in the corner and found a button at the root of the plant that could control the bomb to be deactivated.

The first person.

"I am a spirit of darkness, flowing on the skin of daylight; I am a silent poet, weaving secrets with silent language. I can make words leap onto paper, and I can also make lies have nowhere to hide. Who am I?"

There is a switch hidden in the ink bottle.

The second person.

Chapter 204 Riddler Get Out of Gotham!

"I lurk in the shadows of light, a hiding place for secrets; I wait in silent corners, a forgotten guardian. I carry countless secrets, yet never utter a word; who am I?"

Under the table.

The third person.

"I am the guardian of the night, dispelling darkness with my light; I am your desk companion, accompanying you through countless silent nights. I have bright eyes, but I never speak; who am I?"

desk lamp.

The Silent Bat was silent as he looked at these riddles which were not difficult but troublesome enough.

The key point is that he needs to keep playing this game. The time planning of the planner behind the scenes is very precise, so tight that a few seconds late will result in a series of explosions.

"I block the world but let the light in. I am thin, I am fat, I am a mountain, I am a plain, who am I?"

curtain.

……

The most famous meme in the Arkham Knight games is "The Riddler, get out of Gotham."

Two hundred and forty-three riddles are basically spread throughout the entire map. The question marks are enough to make anyone with obsessive-compulsive disorder suffer from them, and it is also a necessary condition to unlock the true ending.

The planning team must think they are very interesting when doing these things, right?

As Lucien can attest, as a planning group, it is indeed very interesting.

very interesting.

Especially when the cracker is forced to be patient and answer those stupid puzzles one by one.

……

The soil was soft, and weeds hadn't grown on the brown-black sand yet. Next to Jack was the tomb of Bruce Wayne.

Lucian took out a body bag and an engineer shovel from his backpack and started working.

Hushbat won't be back in Arkham for a while, but Alfred might notice this and confirm the situation.

"Crack--" It hit the coffin, and at this moment, Lucian heard the sound of a bullet being loaded.

What did you say, Alfred?

Without stopping, he said lazily, "Old man, you can't kill me like this. Of course, threats can't do that either."

Alfred held the submachine gun in the distance, his face expressionless. "But I can shoot through your limbs and leave you unable to move." The bullet hit Lucian's wrist without mercy, but Lucian dodged in time, leaving only a trace of blood. "Now! Stop your blasphemy against the dead!"

Lucien looked back at him and smiled, "Don't be so grumpy. I can explain."

But the muzzle of the gun aimed at his ankle clearly didn't want to hear it.

"You won't die, but you should at least have a fear of life and death," Alfred warned. "If you don't stop, I'll shoot... Although you won't die, death won't be pleasant."

……

Lucian put down the shovel. He didn't want to provoke the old man. He stretched out his arm and half leaned on the tombstone: "I'm here to resurrect Jack."

Instead of hiding it, I was very frank. However, in some cases, frankness cannot win trust.

For example, now: "If you really want to do this, why do you come here alone?"

This is of course misleading.

So Lucian explained sincerely: "I'm just not sure whether the resurrection can be successful. Although the probability of failure is very low, if it fails, Bruce...he will not feel good."

"Sir, you have a kind heart enough to be selected as the person who moved America." Alfred did not hide the sarcasm in his words at all. After all, in his eyes, Lucian was the real murderer of Jack.

"I have no ill intentions."

This sentence only caused a cold sneer.

Lucien remained unmoved: "I just want to make up for my mistake. I'm sorry for killing Jack... After all, life and death are not that important to me."

That's a good reason; the undead wouldn't understand death.

"Besides, if I really wanted to take Jack's body by force... at least I wouldn't try to convince you now."

Lucian tapped his fingers lightly on the cold tombstone. "Please believe me, a corpse is useless anyway, isn't it?"

Perhaps only Lucien himself could be convinced by these words, as Alfred remained unmoved.

……

In Arkham Asylum, the silent bat is still solving endless riddles.

"I am a phantom of fabric, weaving between skin and wind; I am a mask of identity, concealing truth and revealing secrets. I dance with you, but never speak; who am I?"

clothes.

"I am the harbor of the night and the refuge of the day; I am the cradle of dreams and the guardian of silence. I embrace you in the darkness, but remain silent in the light. Who am I?"

bed.

Time goes by, but all of this is simply a pile of things, with no increase in difficulty and no unexpected situations.

...It's like delaying him here.

Silent Bat nodded his earphone: "Penny One, did anything happen?"

"I'm fine, sir, and Gotham is fine too."

Lucian didn't say anything to stop him. After Alfred turned off the one-way audio channel in his headset, he smiled and said, "Look, since you don't trust me, why don't you tell him I'm here and ask him to come back as soon as possible?"

"Because I've never heard of a sticky piece of gum spit out on the road requiring the owner to take serious precautions."

"Don't be so hostile." Lucian was still smiling. "Jack is also your family. You definitely want him to survive. Why don't you listen carefully to my advice? Could it be..." He looked at the coffin: "Do you really want him to lie here forever?"

Lucian is often deceptive... He has no force and no hostility, so he is safe. Even if he does something evil, his mind is already logically consistent, and he believes that this is a necessary step to a good outcome, so he is often frank and sincere.

Just like now, he was really trying to persuade this stubborn old man with great patience.

"not enough."

Alfred said, "That's not enough to convince me."

Alfred is not unsympathetic; the Butler's weakness is always Batman.

This was within Lucien's expectations. He lowered his head and pointed to the protruding joint at the back of his neck. "Bruce has studied many parts of my body, but he doesn't know the location of my treasure... the secret of my resurrection... Grafting my spine onto Jack's body will be enough to resurrect Jack."

"Don't question my sacrifice, old man. I have lived longer than you, and in many cases, immortality is a curse."

Lucian pretended to be indifferent: "My only request is... please don't tell Bruce and Jack about this."

Even though Alfred wouldn't listen to him and Lucian had no hope of shaking his loyalty to Bruce, he said it anyway.

Alfred was looking at him. "I'll do that."

Steady Lucian and tell Bruce what's happening.

"That's great." Lucian waved his hand. "Help me open Jack's coffin... Did you leave any anti-grave robbery mechanisms?"

Alfred refused him and kept a wary distance, but Lucian didn't care and quietly dumped the grave, then put the dumped body into a body bag.

A corpse whose entire skeleton was smashed and could only be stitched together by an undertaker after weeks of decomposition and fermentation was so disgusting that it was beyond words.

Alfred was about to say something when suddenly his vision went dark and he collapsed to the ground.

A shot of anesthetic was injected into his leg, strong enough to alert the Silent Bat only.

……

The needle was not shot by Lucian, but was lurking far away. The former mayor Omosen, who was doing this for the first time, laughed dryly and raised his Mediterranean.

Lucien carried Jack's body parts on his back and said to the headset: "Don't let me go, Bruce."

……

It's a provocation.

Chapter 205 It’s just a misunderstanding, just a joke

The moment the suppressed, hoarse laughter came out of Alfred's earphones, the bad premonition in Silent Bat's heart came true.

The next second he thought of Jack's miserable state in front of him...flesh, bones, a chest cavity that was like mud and could not support itself, and the gradually imperceptible rise and fall and breathing.

And the blood that spread and dyed the soil red.

He saw, as if in a hallucination, Alfred falling before his eyes, knocked down by a crowbar, his bones and internal organs broken one by one, like a punctured balloon...blood gushing out of his mouth and nose.

"help me!"

But just as the Silent Bat couldn't control himself and wanted to leave, the person in front of him suddenly cried for help. His pale lips trembled, and even his teeth chattered. He looked at him with pleading eyes: "Save me! Please, save me!"

His blurry vision focused, and Silent Bat recognized the person in front of him... one of his teachers - jailbreak master Casey Callahan.

He said, "Bruce, help me!"

The glaring red number on the bomb on his chest gradually moved towards zero.

With his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, the Silent Bat couldn't even speak at this moment. He looked to the side... a riddle that the bound person couldn't see due to the angle:

"I am Lancelot who is in love with Guinevere, and I am the Knights of the Round Table loyal to King Arthur. I am the disciple who sold Jesus for thirty pieces of silver, and I am Ophelia who returned Hamlet's love. Who am I?"

--betray.