I really don't want to be a disaster

"You want that broken thing?" Edward was a little confused, what is the use of this broken crutch.

"No, I just used the pestle for a few days. I'm an honest old man."

"If you win, you don't have to return the broken stick."

"This...isn't it good?" Yi Lin hesitated for a second, and then immediately said: "Okay, what's the comparison?"

"!"

Edward stayed for a few seconds, his face darkened, but he quickly realized.

Edward stood up slowly, picked up the green gentleman's hat that fell at his feet, and put it on his head again.

He patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, and smoothed out the green suit carefully.

Straighten the tie.

The brim is depressed.

Under the brim of the hat, there was a pair of eyes full of wisdom.

There is a hint of evil charm faintly.

An evil old man who leaked his evil charm.

But in any case, after Edward finished tidying up his clothes, the temperament that was inadvertently revealed was definitely not something that ordinary old men can possess.

Of course, the premise is that Yi Lin can completely forget the scene of this guy lying on the ground just now.

Edward bowed and took off his hat, and performed a noble gentleman's etiquette to Yi Lin.

Courteous.

It would be pretty cool if it wasn't for an old man.

Edward smiled slightly and put on his gentleman hat again: "Forgive me for introducing myself formally now. I, the riddleman who made Gotham full of question marks in the past, the embodiment of wisdom, the wise Edward Nygma. Old Yilin, You have shown wisdom like the spray of the Splendid River, and you have my approval."

"Oh, and then what?"

"hey-hey--"

Edward laughed and gradually entered the state.

A state that belongs to him alone.

"who am I?"

"?"

Edward closed his eyes, as if recalling the glory of the past.

I saw him speak slowly: "I can fill a whole room, or a heart, others can have me, but I can't be shared... What am I?"

Riddler?

riddle?

Hidden missions?

A gleam flashed in Yi Lin's eyes.

I vaguely caught some tricks.

It turned out to be the case.

"Lonely."

"I accompany you from birth to death, who am I?"

Yi Lin thought for a moment: "Name."

"I cannot be bought, but I can be stolen at a glance. I am worthless to one, but priceless to two... What am I?"

"love."

"If you know me, you want to share me. If you share me, I will disappear. What am I?"

"secret."

Yi Lin answered four of Edward's riddles in a row.

Let Edward's expression gradually become dignified.

But he didn't stop, and continued: "I can bring tears to your eyes, bring the dead back to life, I will be formed in an instant, and last a lifetime... What am I?"

Yi Lin lowered her head slightly.

A moment of silence.

After a few seconds, he raised his head again.

Calm expression: "Memory."

"!!!"

"……who I am?"

"who am I?"

"..."

The two asked and answered.

In a blink of an eye, ten riddles time passed.

Yi Lin answered all of them without missing anything.

"Old man, you, you cheated!"

Edward suddenly yelled.

"?"

Yi Lin gave Edward a strange look.

Is this also considered cheating?

These are all old-fashioned riddles. In Yi Lin's impression, they seem to have seen them in some enlightenment electronic books when she was a child.

If it was Yi Lin before she became an apostle, she might not remember it.

But now that Yi Lin's mental strength has increased greatly, her memory has been terribly strengthened. Some weak memories, after a little recollection, coupled with simple reasoning, these riddles are not too complicated.

Furthermore, these riddles are clearly from the same template, okay?

Is it difficult to draw inferences from one instance?

— no surprises.

"you're old."

Yi Lin patted Edward's shoulder lightly, comforting him.

"..."

"You have completed the wise Edward's challenge and it is yours!"

Edward sat down slowly.

Depressed.

It seems really old.

It's a young man's world now.

Nonsence.

and many more.

Edward looked up again.

He glanced at Yi Lin.

He looked left and right, but he couldn't see how this bad old man who won him was younger than him.

Just when the Riddler said that sentence, a long-lost hint finally appeared before Yi Lin's eyes.

[Sub-quest story mission "Old...Edward's Riddle Challenge", successfully obtained the ownership of the "Question Mark Scepter"! 】

The moment the task is completed.

The question mark scepter that originally belonged to Edward in his hand made Yi Lin feel a little bit more intimacy of being connected by blood.

Just a little bit.

Before Yi Lin had time to carefully check the attributes of the [Question Mark Scepter], she felt a slight vibration from the "death brand" on her chest.

It's Pan Xiaozheng.

Yi Lin silently turned on the communication function.

There is only one short sentence on it.

"Come to Room 1132, Area A!"

Area A?

The messy corridors in the different memory mazes here, this building is neatly organized, and there is even a map of the entire building intimately hung on the wall.

Yi Lin closed her eyes, and displayed the map in detail in her mind.

It didn't take much time to confirm the location Pan Xiaozheng mentioned.

There……

It seems to be a waste disposal room?

Why is it there?

Although Yi Lin didn't understand.

But Pan Xiaozheng is a relatively normal version of "Pan Zhengyi" after all. He can communicate and communicate, so it shouldn't be too bad.

Unless... the medicine wears off.

According to the map in her mind, Yi Lin walked towards the place Pan Xiaozheng said with the fastest speed.

Of course, the so-called fastest speed... is only a little faster than the falling speed of cherry blossoms.

10 centimeters per second.

There is no other reason, waist and leg pain.

But Yi Lin felt lucky.

He took the spiritual side route. Although he fell into a state of aging inexplicably, he did not appear in the negative state of the brain such as Alzheimer's disease and stroke sequelae.

Although the telekinetic power is limited, it can still be used anyway.

Not so passive.

Compared with others, the situation should have a slight advantage.

on the way.

Yi Lin passed by many wards.

When passing by, he also glanced at the small sign above the room.

"Harley Quinn".

"Bane".

"...coppert".

This prefix is ​​too long, Yi Lin didn't read it carefully.

"Victor Fries".

"Dr. Jonathan Klein".

"..."

Yi Lin, a little old man, was walking in the corridor, wearing a patient uniform, but no one paid attention.

Unhindered all the way.

When Yi Lin came to the place Pan Xiaozheng mentioned, she found it deserted and empty.