Chapter 1285 Say My Name (Ten)

Bar, East End bar.

Under the dim light and smoke, a group of drunken men and women were having fun here.

There may be something wrong with the acoustics here, with the loud voices almost drowning out the music; which is a good thing in a way, because the bar owner's poor taste in music is hard to compliment.

And the smell here is worse than that on the street...

The vomit residue and other filth on the floor had never been cleaned up. Bottles of fake wine went down the throats of the male guests, and then the disgusting smell of alcohol came from every pore of these guys. Spread out again.

As for the female guests...or some of the women who "work" here, the low-quality perfume mixed with body odor on their bodies is another disgusting experience.

In such an environment, a man wearing a long purple suit who was out of place sat quietly at the bar.

With an ancient elegance, he refused to blend into the lowly atmosphere around him. His eyes were calm and sharp, as if they could tear apart all the turbidity, tangible or invisible, that blocked his eyes.

He ordered himself a glass of tonic water (tonic_water) and watched the bartender pour this very ordinary drink from the can into a cup and then push it in front of him.

This pouring process tripled the price of the drink.

Of course, no one would object to this; just like those who go to the lobby of a super five-star hotel to have breakfast, they only drink orange juice that can be bought in the supermarket at five times the price, but they I didn't think it was worth it.

This society has always operated like this. Money is just a weight used to measure people's desires and abilities. As long as the parties themselves feel that the "cost" and "income" are equal, there is no so-called "waste".

"Your clothes are very interesting. Did your wife make them for you?" When Feng Bujue took the drink, he looked at the bartender in front of him with a calm look and asked "casually".

This was actually a question that was asked knowingly. Brother Jue could tell from the stitching and sewing techniques of that suit that it was not made by a professional tailor, but the person who made the clothes still used a passion and care that money can't buy to make the suit. This outfit does its best.

"Yes...yes...sir." The bartender stuttered a little, and his expression and tone were also a little different from ordinary people. He seemed to have some kind of mental retardation.

"She likes green?" Brother Jue then asked.

"No...it's...because...the old...boss asked me to wear...this at work." the bartender replied.

Listening to him was a pain in the ass, anyone would think.

"Oh~" Feng Bujue nodded, paused, and then said, "So... is the 'guessing bartender' on the old poster outside the bar the same as you?"

"No...at least now...not anymore..." the bartender replied, "A few years ago, the boss asked...let me go on stage...and tried to perform a few shows...but...but the effect was not good."

"HO~" Brother Jue pretended not to care very much, maintaining the feeling of "casual conversation", "...now I understand the meaning of those question marks."

The "question marks" he was referring to were the black question mark graphics sewn on the other party's green suit.

"That's right." After a few seconds, Feng Bujue said again, "Can you give me a riddle now?"

The bartender's face showed a bit of displeasure. From just now until now, he felt that the man in front of him was deliberately teasing him: "I think... no, sir." He emphasized his tone, showing his displeasure. mood.

"Oh~ don't be angry, buddy." Feng Bujue saw the change in the situation and adjusted his attitude. In a second, he changed his expression, raised his brows and said, "I didn't mean to make fun of you, look. ...This is my first time in this bar...so I want to have a casual chat with the bartender. I apologize if I offended you."

As he spoke, he took out a small denomination note from his jacket pocket, pressed it under his fingers and slowly pushed it towards the other party.

"Um……"

Under the dual effects of words and actions, the bartender's attitude really changed... He quickly looked left and right, pretended to wipe the bar with the hand holding the rag, and then put the money into his hand. .

"…Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

Feng Bujue opened up the other party's conversation without spending too much money.

Consistent with his guess, the bartender in front of him is the Riddler - the Riddler who has a genius IQ and may be one of the smartest people in the DC universe.

However, in the current script, he is just Edward Nygma, an ordinary bartender; for a few short weekends, he performed several times in this East End bar under the stage name of "Quiz Bartender" However, due to his stuttering, he almost always left the stage in humiliation and boos at the end of each performance.

After Brother Jue handed over the second banknote with a slightly larger denomination, Edward told more... According to him, he was indeed a smart person before, even smart to the point of jealousy. A job, a high income...but these all left him when a terrible disease came.

A few years ago, Edward suddenly contracted a rare bacterial meningitis. Fortunately or unfortunately, the disease did not kill him, but... it affected some functions of his left brain; although the sequelae were not As for turning him into an "idiot", it caused irreversible damage to his logical thinking, especially language-related functions.

The strange thing... Although his logical analysis ability has become worse than ordinary people, his reaction and thinking ability are still at the top level only when encountering problems related to riddles.

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When I walked out of the bar, the night was getting darker.

As soon as he came to the street, Brother Jue felt something - eyes.

As a person who is extremely knowledgeable in the field of anti-stalking, Feng Bujue can almost intuitively know when he is being monitored.

Furthermore... the person who was looking at him was, after all, just a gangster, and his actions were very amateurish; Brother Jue only made a few turning movements to clearly detect the other person's purpose.

At this time, Feng Bujue's mission progress has become 6/10; if he can find out the whereabouts of the four super villains, he will be able to complete the hidden mission.

He was looking forward to meeting several violent gangs in the East District and finding several characters who should have become super villains from the gangs... This was naturally the reason why he angered the bald man before.

Therefore, Brother Jue had no intention of getting rid of the stalker. He pretended not to know anything and walked silently towards the dark alley.

After more than ten minutes, he was able to confirm based on his hearing that... he was basically surrounded. At this time, he quickened his pace, put on a posture of "just found out that he was being followed", and rushed into a dead end. .

Then, a familiar face appeared. The bald guy who was kicked down by Brother Jue not long ago, and about a dozen guys who looked like they were not dressed like good people, blocked Feng Bujue in an alley.

"Look...who is this~" The bald man walked forward with a proud look on his face. He looked at Jujue as if he was looking at a small animal that was forced into a desperate situation.

"You have a very bad memory..." Feng Bujue's expression was very calm, and the lethality of his words was unmatched by the other party, "... Didn't I just kick your balls more than an hour ago? , The person who made you kneel down and forget it so quickly, is there something wrong with your intelligence? "

As soon as these words came out, several gangsters around the bald man were amused, but they couldn't laugh out loud. They could only suppress their smiles and look away, or make that weird "kuchi" sound. , and then coughed to cover it up.

The bald man was so angry that he was shaking all over, and all the blood on his body rushed to his head, which made his neck turn red when he was rubbed.

"I'm going to kill you!" the bald man said, and took out a switchblade from the back pocket of his pants. "Kill you! Do you hear me? Cut you into pieces!"

"Before you take action, I still have some questions. I hope you can answer them..." Feng Bujue didn't feel threatened at all. He maintained a nonchalant attitude and continued, "...who are you? And... …Are you guys part of any gang or organization? Or do you just get together casually?”

Brother Jue is well versed in the communication model of "talking to people and talking to ghosts". He knows very well... In the field of crime, except for a few heretics, the lower the people are, the more they hope that their reputation will be better. It is widely known, and the higher up people are, the more they want to keep a low profile.

So, when facing these thugs, he chose such words.

"What? Are you a Taoist too?" The bald man took the bait, "Are you trying to scare me with the name of your boss or gang? Haha... stop dreaming!" He shouted, "You want mine? Name? Yes... I'll put my name on your body - Mister_Zsasz! I think the police coroner will like it... Oh, of course, they'll have to divide it Dozens of pieces of corpse need to be sewn back into one piece before my name can be seen clearly!"

"Huh?" After hearing this, Feng Bujue's demeanor did change. He thought to himself, "Is this guy Zas?" He quickly looked at the other person from head to toe, "Well... look at the appearance and appearance. The style is indeed a bit similar, but the Zas I know should be covered with knife marks (Zas is set to be a cold serial killer. His characteristic is that every time he kills a person, he cuts himself with a knife, and then stays there all year round. Go bare-chested to show the dense knife marks) instead of tattoos..."

"It sounds like... you are quite experienced in killing people and dismembering their bodies?" Feng Bujue didn't think for too long and quickly continued his conversation.

"This has nothing to do with you, kid..." But Zas seemed not to say anything more. He waved to his accomplices around him, beckoning them to join him, and he himself walked over with a knife.

It can be seen that after being tricked once by Jue Ge, Zas became much more cautious.

Unfortunately, this doesn't help either.

One minute... This was the time it took Feng Bujue to knock down all the gangsters, including Zas.

Brother Jue didn't even use any skills or equipment... After a few simple moves, "Zero Time Calculation" collected enough data. Next, Feng Bujue defeated these people with only the most basic physical skills. .

After all, in hand-to-hand combat, facing an opponent whose physical fitness is several times higher than that of ordinary people and who can predict all the enemy's movements, even if Zass calls a hundred more people, it will be of no avail.

"Okay, the exercise time is over. Now we enter the question time." After confirming that the dozen or so people in front of him would not be able to stand up in a short time, Feng Bujue walked up to Zas and faced the person who fell on his back. The thug on the ground said, "Mr. Zas, please answer the question I just asked...Have you ever killed anyone before?"

"Pfft -" Zas did not answer, but spat at the condescending Brother Jue, which was mixed with blood.

Feng Bujue easily dodged the blood and passed by Zas with light steps: "Ah...it seems that Mr. Zas is unwilling to cooperate." He glanced at the other people moaning on the ground and continued, "Is there anyone else who can answer me?"

No one responded to him...

"Well... that's it..." Brother Jue said, reaching into his pocket and taking out [Bell's daily pocket knife], "Then I can only take some measures..." He turned around and walked to Zas' side. , and suddenly leaned over and grabbed Zas's right foot.

"Uh... what do you want to do? Bastard!" Zas shouted loudly while breathing heavily, but he was unable to get up or break free from the opponent's grasp.

"I once asked a doctor friend for advice on how to cause permanent trauma to a person's Achilles tendon..." Feng Bujue continued in a very relaxed tone, "...but I have never had the chance to do it on a living person. Today seems to be a good opportunity to experiment on myself.”

As he spoke, he took off Zas's shoes.

"Of course, as a rigorous person, I can't base my intimidation on this kind of experiment that may not be successful." After a two-second pause, Brother Jue continued, "I also know a safe method that will definitely work. The method that causes lifelong impairment to a person's ability to walk... is to cut off all of his toes and part of his heels..." He shrugged, looked at Zas with a fanatical look and said, "Just to be on the safe side. , I’ll do both.”

"Okay! I said...I'll tell you everything you want to know!" Upon seeing this, Zas seemed to have given up and planned to answer Brother Jue's question.

"No, you have no chance." Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue ignored him and raised the knife with great speed...

The sharp blade of the legendary weapon quickly sliced ​​across Zas's feet. His Achilles tendon was instantly cut, and his five toes and a large piece of heel meat were detached from his feet in the blink of an eye...

Because the knife was fast, the pain was delayed... Just when Zas was about to scream in horror, Feng Bujue took a step forward and kicked the bald head, knocking him unconscious. past.

"Hahaha...hahahaha..." Immediately afterwards, Brother Jue let out a strange laugh and scanned the gangsters on the ground again.

At this moment...the faces of those people, without exception, showed the expressions he expected.

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Late, 8:50.

Feng Bujue left the East District with a hidden mission progress of 7/10.

He was lucky. At this point in time, he could easily hail a taxi in a place like the East End.

Now, he is going to a place that is completely opposite to the East End - the Twin Towers in downtown Gotham (Note: This landmark has been mentioned many times in comics such as "Batman - The Dark Knight Returns", but in the comics after 911 and to a lesser extent in derivative works).

During the previous interrogation of those gangsters, Brother Jue already knew the reason why Zas had no knife marks on his body... The truth was very simple. There was actually a knife mark on his body, but there was only one.

It turns out that in this universe, this super villain who was supposed to be a "serial killer" only killed one person, and then he was caught by Batman... and, at Batman's request, this guy was imprisoned He was sent to a maximum security prison and held in solitary confinement.

So Zass, who was "capable of both civil and martial arts" and "easily escaped from prison" in the comics, arrived here... and served more than ten years in prison. Finally, he was paroled not long ago due to his "good behavior" .

Of course, his "good" performance... was undoubtedly only pretended after confirming that he could not escape from prison; judging from the fact that he immediately went to the East District and formed a team after he was released from prison, he Still the same Zas.

This is why, in that alley, when Zas "gived up", Feng Bujue didn't give him a chance to speak.

Brother Jue knows... this character's IQ is not low. He just underestimated his ability as a "traveler from another world" and that's why he was controlled by others. If Zas was really allowed to speak at that time, that guy would most likely lie. , which will interfere with Brother Jue's completion of the task.

"Speaking of which...Zasz and Killer Croc have one obvious thing in common - they are both the kind of characters who can't stop their darkening." Feng Bujue, sitting in the back seat of the taxi, was still thinking. Looking at the various clues in the script, he whispered to himself quietly, "Killer Croc is due to physiological reasons and there is nothing we can do about it; Zass is the kind of character who is programmed to be 'born evil'..." Although he grew up in a comfortable and normal family environment, he still turned into a cold-blooded murderer after growing up, and there was no sudden trigger. "

"Ordinarily, since he is such a villain... he should be 'permanently dealt with' like Killer Crocodile.

"But why...Killer Croc is dead, but Zas is still alive?

"Because he is just a 'second-tier villain', his character is relatively pale after removing Scar, and he doesn't even have a resounding villain nickname... so wouldn't it be a big deal to keep him?

"Anyway, if he makes any move, we can always take him down and send him back to prison...

"You... think so, right?"

His voice gradually became higher as he spoke the last few sentences.

The quiet self-talk gradually turned into a conversational tone.

And in the taxi environment, there was obviously only one person that Feng Bujue could talk to, and that was the driver in the driver's seat...