Thriller Paradise Chapter 1285: Say my name (10)

Bar, the bar in the East Side.

Under the dim light and shadow, surrounded by smoke, a group of men and women who are drunk and dreaming are having fun here.

There may be something wrong with the sound here. The noisy vocals almost overwhelm the music; this is also a good thing in a sense, because the barkeeper’s bad taste in music is hard to compliment.

The smell here is even worse than that on the street...

The vomit residue and other filth on the floor have never been cleaned up. A bottle of fake wine went down the throats of the male guests, and then the disgusting smell of alcohol came from everybody on the guys. It spreads out from a pore.

As for the female guests...or some women who "work" here, the inferior perfume mixed with body odor is another disgusting experience.

In such an environment, a man in a long purple suit who was out of place with his surroundings sat quietly by the bar.

With an ancient elegance, he refuses to integrate into the humble atmosphere around him. His eyes are calm and sharp, as if he can tear through all the tangible or intangible turbidity blocking his eyes.

He ordered a glass of tonic_water for himself, and watched the bartender pour this very ordinary drink from the jar into the glass, and then push it in front of him.

This process of pouring water tripled the price of this drink.

Of course, no one would dispute this; just like those people who have breakfast in the lobby of a super five-star hotel, they use five times the price and only get orange juice that can be bought in the supermarket. , But they didn’t think it was worthless.

This society has always operated like this. Money is only 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 interesting. Did your wife make them for you?" Feng Bujue looked at the bartender in front of him with a calm look when he took the drink, and asked "casually".

This is actually a knowingly asked question. Jue brother can tell from the stitches and sewing methods of the suit that it was not made by a professional tailor, but the people who make the clothes still have a passion that cannot be bought by money. He Caring made this suit the best.

"Yes...yes...sir." The bartender stammered a bit, and his expression and tone were a little different from ordinary people, as if he had some kind of mental retardation.

"She likes green?" Brother Jue then asked.

"No... yes... because... old... the boss asked me to wear... this." the bartender replied.

Listening to him is simply suffering. Anyone would think so.

"Oh~" Feng Bujue nodded, paused, and then said, "So...is the ‘Guessing Bartender’ on the old poster outside the bar you?"

"No...at least...it's not anymore..." the bartender replied, "A few years ago, the boss let... let me go on stage... tried a few shows... but... but the effect was not good ."

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

The "question marks" he was referring to were black question mark figures 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 discomfort. From just now until now, he feels that the man in front of him is deliberately teasing himself: "I think...no, sir." He emphasized his tone and showed it. Your own unhappiness.

"Oh~ don't be angry, buddy." Feng Bujue saw that the situation had changed, and adjusted his attitude accordingly. Within a second, he changed his expression and raised his brow slightly, "I didn't mean to make fun of you. , You see... I'm here for the first time... So I want to talk to the bartender a little bit, I apologize if I offend you."

While talking, he took out a small denomination banknote from his jacket pocket and slowly pushed it towards the opponent under his fingers.

"Um..."

Under the dual effect of this language and action, the bartender's attitude has really changed... I saw him quickly looking to the left and right, pretending to wipe the bar with his hand with a rag, and then shove the money in. In your own hands.

"...well, what do you want to talk about?"

Feng Bujue did not spend too much money, so he opened the other party's chatterbox.

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

However, in this script right now, he is just Edward Nigma, an ordinary bartender; for a few short weekends, he was in this East Side bar under the stage name of "Guessing Bartender" There have been several performances, but because of his stammering, he almost exited in humiliation and boos at the end of each performance.

After Jue brother handed out the second larger banknote, Edward said more...According to him, he was indeed a smart person before, even so smart that he was enviable. Had a decent job, a high income... But these all left him with a terrible illness.

A few years ago, Edward suddenly contracted a rare type of bacterial meningitis. Fortunately or unfortunately, the disease did not take his life, but... it affected part of the function of his left brain; although This sequelae will not make him an "idiot", but it has caused irreversible damage to his logical thinking, especially language-related functions.

Strange things...Although his logical analysis skills have become worse than ordinary people, only when he encounters problems related to riddles, his reaction and thinking skills are still at the top level.

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When I walked out of the bar, the night became darker again.

As soon as I arrived on the street, Brother Jue felt something---gaze.

As a person with profound knowledge in the field of anti-tracking, Feng Bujue can almost intuitively know when he is under surveillance.

Furthermore... the person who is looking at him is just a gangster after all, and he is very amateur in action; just a few turning movements, he clearly tested the other's purpose.

At this time, Feng Bujue's mission progress has become 6/10; after finding out the whereabouts of the four super villains, he can complete the hidden mission.

He is looking forward to encountering a few violent gangs in the Eastern District, and finding a few characters from the gang who should have become super villains... This is naturally the reason why he angered the bald guy before.

So, Brother Jue didn't mean to get rid of the stalker at all. He pretended not to know anything, and silently walked into the dark alley.

After more than ten minutes, he could be sure by hearing... he was basically surrounded. Only then did he speed up his pace, put on a posture of "just found being followed", and rushed all the way in. A dead end.

Next, a familiar face appeared. The bald guy who was knocked down by Brother Jue not long ago, with about a dozen guys who looked not like a good person at first glance, blocked Feng Bujue in one. In the alley.

"Look at...who is this~" The bald guy walked forward with a smug look. He saw that his brother's eyes seemed to be looking at a small animal that was forced into a desperate situation.

"Your memory is very bad..." Feng Bujue's expression was very calm, and the lethality of his words was beyond the reach of the other party. "...I gave it to you just over an hour ago. Is it someone who makes you kneel down? If you forget so quickly, do you have an intellectual problem?"

As soon as these words were spoken, several **** around the bald guy were amused, but they were not too funny to make a sound, so they could only hold back their smiles and turn their faces away, or make that kind of "kucha" He coughed to cover up the strange noise.

The bald guy was trembling with anger, and the blood on his whole body rushed to his head, which made him red when he rubbed it above his neck.

"I'm going to kill you!" said the bald guy, and took out a switchblade from the back pocket of his trousers. "Kill you! Did you hear that? Cut you off! "

"Before you do it, I still have some questions, I hope you can answer..." Feng Bujue didn't feel intimidated at all, he maintained a nonchalant attitude and said, "...Which green onion are you? ? And... What gang or organization do you guys belong to? Or do you just get together casually?"

Brother Jue is well versed in the communication mode of "talking to people and talking nonsense to others". He knows very well...In the field of crime, with the exception of a few heretics, the more people at the bottom hope for themselves The reputation can be widely known, and the more upper-class people want to keep a low profile.

So, in the face of these thugs, he chose this wording.

"Why? You are also on the Dao'er?" The bald guy really took the bait, "Want to scare me with your boss or gang name? Haha... Stop dreaming!" He said loudly, "You want Want my name? Yes... I will engrave my name on your body-Mr. Zsasz (Mister_Zsasz)! I think the police coroner will like it... Oh, of course, they have to take you The corpse that has been divided into dozens of pieces can be re-sewn into one piece to see my name!"

"Huh?" After hearing this, Feng Bujue's expression has indeed changed. He secretly said, "This is Zas?" He quickly looked at the opponent from head to toe, "Um... It looks a bit similar in appearance and style, but Zas, as I know it, should be carved with knife marks. (The setting is that Zas is a cold serial murderer, and his characteristic is that every time he kills a person, he slashes himself. , And then all the year round naked to show the dense knife marks) instead of tattoos..."

"It sounds...you are quite experienced in killing and dismembering?" Feng Bujue didn't think about it for too long, and soon continued to talk about it.

"This has nothing to do with you, kid..." But Zas didn't seem to be ready to say anything anymore. He waved to the surrounding comrades and motioned for everyone to come together, and he walked over with the knife himself. .

It can be seen that after being "yin" by Brother Jue once, Zas has become more cautious.

Unfortunately, this is of no avail.

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

Brother Jue didn’t even use the skills and equipment... After a few simple tricks, the "Zero-Jet Calculus" collected enough data. Next, Feng Bujue relied only on the most basic physical skills. People are lying down.

In the final analysis, in hand-to-hand combat, facing an opponent whose physical fitness is more than twice the normal number and can predict all the enemy's actions, even if Zath calls a hundred more people, it will not help.

"Okay, the exercise time ends here. Now we enter the questioning 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 Zass and pointed at The mob who fell on his back said, "Mr. Zass, please answer my question...Have you killed anyone before?"

"Puff--" Zas didn't answer, but spit out **** saliva at the condescending brother Jue.

Feng Bujue flashed the **** water easily, and walked lightly past Zas's side: "Ah...it seems that Mr. Zas is unwilling to cooperate." He glanced at the other people moaning on the ground. Then, "Is there anyone who can answer me?"

No one responded to him...

"Um...this way..." Brother Jue said, reaching into his pocket and taking out [Bell's Daily Knife], "Then I can only take some measures..." He turned around and walked to Zha Suddenly leaned over and grabbed Zas's right foot.

"Uh...what do you want to do? Asshole!" Jass gasped and yelled, but he was unable to get up or break free of the opponent's restraint.

"I once asked a friend who is a doctor how to cause permanent trauma to a person’s Achilles tendon..." Feng Bujue said in a very relaxed tone, "...but I have never had a chance. Experimenting on living people seems to be a good opportunity today."

As he spoke, he had already taken off Zath's shoes.

"Of course, as a rigorous person, it is impossible for me to base my intimidation on this unsuccessful experiment." After a two-second pause, Brother Jue continued, "I also know a safe , The method that will inevitably cause lifelong obstacles to a person's ability to walk... That is to cut off all his toes and part of his heels..." He shrugged, and stared at Zath with a fanatical look. " To be on the safe side, I will do both."

"Okay! I said...I'll tell you what you want to know!" Zas saw this, as if he was confessed, and planned to answer Brother Jue's question.

"No, you have no chance." Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue ignored him, and used a very fast hand to raise and fall the knife...

The sharp blade of the legendary weapon slashed across Zas's feet, his Achilles tendon was instantly cut, and the flesh of his five toes and a large heel broke away from his feet in the blink of an eye...

Because of the speed of the knife, the pain was delayed... Just when Zas was about to scream in horror, Feng Bujue took a step forward, drew his leg at the bald head and gave him Kick fainted.

"Haha...hahahaha..." Immediately after that, Brother Jue let out a weird smile, and once again glanced at the gangsters on the ground.

At this moment... the faces of those people all showed the expression he expected without exception.

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Late, 8:50.

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

His luck was good. At this point in time, he could easily hire a taxi in a place like the Eastern District.

Now, he is going to a place that is completely opposite to the East Side-the Twin Towers in downtown Gotham (Note: This landmark has been mentioned many times in comics such as "Batman-The Return of the Night Rider", but on 9/11 Few appeared in subsequent comics and derivative works).

In the previous interrogation of the group of gangsters, Jue had already known the reason why there were no knife marks on Zas... The truth is simple, there are actually knife marks on his body, but there is only one.

It turns out that in this universe, this super villain who was supposed to be a "serial killer" killed only one person, and then he was caught by Batman... and, at Batman's request, this The cargo was put in the highest security prison and held in solitary confinement.

So, Zhas, who "can be literary and military" in the comics, "can easily escape from prison" in the comics, here... has served a full ten-year sentence, and finally relied on "good performance" not long ago. Received parole.

Of course, his "good" performance... undoubtedly pretended to be after confirming that he could not leave by escape; immediately after he was released from prison, he mixed into the Eastern District and pulled up a team. Look, he is still that Zas.

That's why, in that alley, when Zas "confessed," Feng Bujue didn't give him a chance to speak.

Brother Jue knows...The character’s IQ is not low. He only underestimates his own "traveler from another world" ability, so he will be controlled by others; if Zas was really allowed to speak at that time, that guy would be out of the question. Jiuhui lied, but this would interfere with the completion of the task for Brother Jue.

"Speaking...Zas and the killer crocodile have one obvious thing in common-they both belong to the kind of role that'cannot stop its blackening'." Feng Bujue sitting in the back seat of the taxi, Still thinking about the various clues in the script, he just whispered to himself, "The killer crocodile is due to physiological reasons, and there is no way; and Zas is the kind that is set to be'innately evil'. The characters...obviously grew up in a comfortable and normal family environment, and after growing up, they still become cold-blooded murderers~IndoMTL.com~ and there is no sudden inducement."

"Ordinarily, since it is such a villain...it should be'permanently dealt with' like the killer crocodile.

"But why... the killer crocodile is dead, but Zas is still alive?

"Because he is just a'second-line villain', after removing the scars, the character is paler, and he doesn't even have a resounding villain nickname...so it wouldn't hurt to keep him?

"Anyway, as soon as he takes any action, he can be dealt with at any time and sent back to prison...

"You... do you think so?"

In the last few sentences of his words, his voice gradually became higher.

The soft talk gradually turned into a conversational tone.

In the taxi environment, obviously only one person can be the object of Feng Bujue's conversation, and that is the driver in the driver's seat...