Gotham Laugher

Chapter 61 Mysterious Text
Originally, the upper half of the circular prison was completely dark, and almost nothing could be seen.

But at the moment.

The covered upper part actually began to lose its darkness, and an identical uninhabited prison grew from below.

The jokers in every cell woke up one after another.

"Hahaha!"

"Hey hey hey!"

"..."

Countless pale faces peered out of the cell, stretching out their hands.

The last time this happened, Luo Ke's spirit went berserk, but at that time his consciousness was not in this cell.

So facing this scene at this moment, Luo Ke's first reaction was to leave the cell.

But then he found out that he couldn't do it.

His consciousness is completely trapped in this prison and cannot leave.

"Calla~"

One of the new prisons that appeared on the upper floor made a muffled sound, and the door of the cell opened automatically, and four chains protruded from it, quickly wrapping around Bruce Wayne's body.

"Hahahaha! You can't escape! You will always be that person's pawn, hehe, I look forward to the day when you become a lunatic, you will become cellmates with me! Hahaha!"

Bruce laughed wildly, his body was pulled up by the chains.

"Hey! Make it clear!"

Roc went to grab Bruce Wayne's feet, but then felt a severe repulsion blowing him apart.

that's it.

Rock watched as Bruce Wayne was dragged away in four chains and put in jail.

The noisy laughter continued around.

The noise made Luo Ke upset, and the green in his eyes was even better.

"It's annoying! Stop arguing!"

Luo Ke finally couldn't take it anymore, and roared explosively, and the whole prison fell into silence the next moment.

All the clowns were quiet again.

Luo Ke didn't think too much, and quickly climbed up the stairs to the cell that dragged Bruce Wayne into it just now.

He is now full of questions that want to be answered.

"Mammals, please tell me clearly, what is going on, are you a clown or Batman, if you are a clown, why are you outside the prison!"

In a dark prison, like other clowns.

Bruce Wayne was among them without any sound, the only difference was that he was firmly bound in the air by the four iron chains just now.

Hearing the sound, Bruce raised his head, laughed twice, and lowered his head again.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't play dead for me! You stupid rich man! Stand up and answer my question!"

Every time Luo Ke heyed, he kicked hard at the iron railing of the gate.

Compared with the confusion and panic when he first came to this prison, Luo Ke's coming here now is almost like going home.

However, after more than [-] consecutive kicks like this, Luo Ke gave up.

He has found it.

Bruce Wayne in it couldn't react other than occasionally laughing.

But then, Luo Ke found something even more wrong.

The prison on this floor is the same as the ones below, but if you look carefully, you can see rows of similar words written on the walls of this floor.

It's easy to tell the difference between text and doodles.

There is a fundamental difference between the two.

It's like Thai characters. If a Chinese who doesn't understand foreign languages ​​​​reads it, it will be a bunch of distorted super wavy lines.

But even so, if you look carefully for a while, you will find that this is definitely a text.

It's just that I don't recognize it

Luo Ke stared at it seriously for a while, not sure which country's language it was.

He knows English and Chinese, and some French.

It can also identify what is Korean, which is Japanese, or whether it is Thai.

But this is nothing.

Luo Ke can now confirm that this prison was definitely not made by the crazy Batman in the cell.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be locked in.

But in this way, the problem is very big.

Who created this prison, and what was his purpose in creating this prison.

Also, what kind of existence and technology can create this prison.

Rock could have asked Bruce these questions, but he was locked up in the prison in front of him and couldn't leave.

After hesitating for a while.

Luo Ke recorded the words on the wall.

He thought that in Gotham City, there might be someone who could help him translate these words.

……

In the toilet of the Gotham Police Department.

Some people may still remember this person. His name is Edward Nygma. In the previous period of time, Luo Ke had contacted him twice.

One time Rocker had just arrived in Gotham.

Once at the police station.

That time at the police station, he had already found evidence of Luo Ke's murder, but it was because Luo Ke greeted him like a friend.

So Luo Ke, who would have been sentenced to death for murder, was imprisoned in Black Gate Prison for several years only for robbery.

And because Edward's temper is really weird.

A person with an outrageously high IQ like him, not only did not receive due respect and reuse in the Gotham Police Department, but was also excluded by everyone.

It is clear that the results of each verification are stable and ruthless.

But others just don't even want to praise him.

The reason is also simple, because after saying this, Nygma will start to tell you about the verification process of this evidence.

There is also a mess of professional knowledge, and maybe a few riddles mixed in. Most people don't want to waste time listening to this.

But Edward didn't care either.

Because he cared more about a person than this kind of thing.

a pretty girl.

It's called Collinger, Collinger Christine.

Is the administrator of the archives.

Wearing glasses, wearing a shirt with the buttons up to the highest, and a neat ponytail, giving people the feeling of a super schoolboy nerdy house girl.

As the saying goes, like attracts like.

When human beings are looking for a partner, they prefer to find someone who is more similar to themselves.

So Nygma took a fancy to Miss Collinger.

It's just that the other party doesn't seem to have much interest in him.

So, now Nygma is connecting.

"Ahem, Miss Collinger, this is my address, can you..."

"Ah, Miss Collinger, I'm actually good at cooking, can I invite you to dinner?"

"Miss Collinger, actually, I've wanted to treat you to dinner for a long time, so..."

After practicing like this for half an hour, Nygma finally sighed and put down his business card.

"Why does God torture me like this? Can't I transfer my IQ to my EQ?" Nygma lowered his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror, and sadly put the business card in his hand into his pocket inside.

Check the time.

The Riddler walked out of the bathroom, and just as he was about to go home, there was a scene in front of him that made his blood boil.

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