Gotham Laugher

Chapter 63 Letter

"it is good……"

"what?"

Luo Ke was making an impassioned speech, but he couldn't hear Nygma's voice clearly, so he asked another question.

Nygma swallowed a mouthful of saliva, with a serious expression, as if he had made up his mind to do something heinous, and said in a heavy tone: "I am willing to help you."

Hearing this, Luo Ke smiled.

His oratory skills are so strong.

There's nothing wrong with convincing a bunch of young kids who have just grown up.

can.

Being able to persuade Riddler to change his position, it seems that he should consider doing a pyramid scheme or something, maybe he can make a lot of money.

"Then thank you in advance, Edward~"

Luo Ke held out his hand, and after a moment of hesitation, Nygma also extended his hand and shook it.

After finishing speaking, there was no need to leave, Nygma directly picked up the brown paper bag, and pulled out the three sheets of paper inside.

After staring at it for about a minute, Nygma's expression became puzzled. He glanced at Luo Ke uncertainly and asked, "Are you kidding me?"

"Why do you think so?"

The Riddler sighed, held the paper in front of Luo Ke, and said, "These are English, it's just written a little bit scribbled, and then it's reversed."

"What! This is English!"

Luo Ke grabbed the paper, scanned it carefully for a long time, and said in disbelief: "Are you sure, what is this?"

Edward took a look and said, "S."

"S! How can there be such an S? If it's reversed, it's written like a 2."

Luo Ke covered his face, he couldn't believe it.

Under normal circumstances, in a mysterious prison, to find a completely incomprehensible text, shouldn't it be something magical, remote, or the name of a country that has been destroyed.

Written in sloppy reversed English.

What the hell is this your uncle!

Luo Ke coughed twice, took the three pieces of paper over calmly, smiled brightly, and said, "Thank you very much, Ed, since this is the case, please return the paper to me first."

With that said, Luo Ke took the three pieces of paper.

He wasn't afraid that the Riddler would reveal the secret or something.

Although the writing of this character is so ugly, Luo Ke can still barely see that there are similar words one by one.

Therefore, the contents of this letter are completely messed up words.

Nigma was a little confused.

What's going on with this unfolding?

Luo Ke glanced at him, patted the other person on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely do what needs to be done, go back and wait."

After speaking, Luo Ke couldn't help but push Nygma out of the car.

Closing his eyes, Luo Ke went straight back to the prison.

This time, he went in and out, translating everything on the wall.

The general meaning is as follows.

"Hello, Mr. Rock Black."

"Perhaps you will be curious why I know your name, but if you think about it carefully, it shouldn't be surprising that such a place can be created. I won't talk nonsense, let me explain. First of all, this place Prison has nothing to do with Bruce Wayne.

This place was originally created by me. He is just an early helper I got from thousands of Batman worlds. In fact, this prison has a gorgeous name, it is called the Temple of Thought, and it is completely controlled by you. Provide you with countless lives and strength. "

Haha, I wrote too much while I was talking, and I wrote the rest of the secrets on the next floor. If you want to know, you can try to fill the other three cells above. Note, only those who have the will to laugh Only people who can be imprisoned~

Finally, I would like to remind you that every traverser must have a hanger, and the hanger for you is under the wheelchair cushion of Bruce Wayne, so see you next time, Ho Ho Ho. "

Read this letter.

Luo Ke's mood became very complicated again.

What to say.

He originally thought that he had entered a simple version of the game, but then he discovered that this was actually a hidden level, and there was a big secret.

Who is writing these words?

How does he know so much.

What the hell is that roar! ?

Luo Ke felt that if he thought of all these questions, he would really go crazy.

So put these things aside for the time being, and enter the Panopticon..., or rather, the Temple of Thought.

Bruce Wayne's wheelchair was still there.

The cushion was removed, and some nouns such as controlling the heartbeat and mental power were written on the bottom with a pen. Luo Ke was confused.

"This, shouldn't it be a system or some kind of equipment? What is this thing that looks like a martial arts cheat book?"

Rock licked his lips and looked at it carefully.

5 minutes later.

Luo Ke returned to reality and calmed down his mind.

According to what was said inside, he might know what happened with the dice last time.

Taking out a few dice from his pocket, Luo Ke narrowed his eyes slightly, imitating the words on the cushion and began to use the so-called spiritual power to pour into the dice.

next moment.

The dice slowly floated into the air.

Luo Ke carefully controlled the dice.

If you look closely, you'll notice a tiny tinge of orange, giving the original dice a wonderful metallic sheen.

"Hey~"

Three dice flew out and shot directly through the window glass.

Luo Ke got out of the car and found that three dice had been embedded in a wall, about a full centimeter in.

Seeing this terrifying lethality, Luo Ke couldn't help but speak a native dialect.

"Fuck..."

Edward left Rock's car and returned to his home soon.

He poured himself a large glass of water and drank it in one gulp to calm his heartbeat.

He looks in the mirror.

The self inside is still the same as before, but not the same.

He actually made a deal with a criminal today, and although he said so before, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it.

Edward sat back in his chair and took off his glasses.

criminal...

"Okay, very good, Mr. Copperpot, your action just now is very beautiful, yes, it makes you look very powerful."

in a studio.

Coppert was wearing a formal suit, and his face was powdered to make himself look less pale. His face was full of the confident smiles of successful people.

"click~"

The photographer confirmed the photos he had taken, smiled and said to Cobblepot, "Okay, Mr. Copott, you can rest now, the photos will be developed soon."

"thank you very much."

Coppert limped and shook hands with the photographer before returning to his study.

As soon as he came back here, the smile on his face disappeared immediately, and the secretary wearing glasses sat tremblingly on the side.

"How about it, is there still no news from Luo Ke?"

"No, Mr. Copperpot, Mr. Black may have left Gotham City. He has been wanted for so long, and there is no news at all."

Cobbot sighed and rubbed his face.

He's been looking for Rock for a long time.

　Thank you for the 100 book coin reward from the little dark puppet
　　Thanks to the starting point (too many numbers to type out) for the reward of 500 book coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)