章節 177: Trapped in The Clock Tower (part 2)
"A pleasure to work with you, Mr. Lawton."
Mathison smiled slightly and threw the vibranium in his hand to Deadshot.
The first thing Deadshot did after receiving the vibranium was to take out a Walkman that could emit ultrasonic waves and then aimed it at the small stone to release ultrasonic waves.
The characteristic vibranium is very known for is that it can absorb any form of a sound wave and convert it into energy and store it.
Sure enough, in just a few seconds, the vibranium began to heat up, and a faint halo emanated from the inside of the stone.
This is the real deal.
"The playing cards that fell on the ground are also mixed with vibranium. If you sell them as collectables, you can make a lot of money. That card will be my thank-you gift."
"By the way, Mr. Lawton, we might establish a new cooperation in the near future…"
As soon as his voice sounded, Mathison disappeared into a cloud of smoke.
This trick cannot fool Deadshot. He looked back in the direction of the Clock Tower, just in time to see Phantom Kid who took out his claw gun and shot at the top of the Clock Tower, waving at him.
"Interesting guy."
Deadshot secretly said, then bent down to pick up the playing card…
This time, Mathison, who had been busy for most of the day, was finally able to get in the Clock Tower.
There is nothing above the top spire of the Clock Tower. If he wants to enter the darkroom inside, he needs to find some sort of mechanism that can open it.
This is, of course, not difficult for Mathison.
Mathison carefully observed every brick, and finally found a suspicious point not far under his feet.
"Dong, dong, dong."
Mathison tapped the brick a few times and found that it could be pressed down, so he pressed hard.
A sound of gear turning sounded, the pressed brick quickly sank, and a new object rose up.
It was a small table similar to the operating panel, with the bat logo engraved on it.
According to Mathison's understanding of this kind of mechanism, 80% of the time, Batman's palm needs to be put on it to open the dark room.
Without Bruce's palm print, basically, no one can get in from here.
But now, the operation panel in front of Mathison has been damaged beyond recognition.
The module showing the palm print was charred black and full of cracks.
The entire console was covered with graffiti green question marks.
Apparently, Mathison was right about the riddle that Nigma left behind.
The Riddler must have left some clues in the Clock Tower.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, countless arcs and electrical sparks appeared on the operating table, and Mathison reacted quickly and immediately jumped back.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
There were bursts of weird laughter from the console, and Mathison guessed blindly that it was a recording left by the Riddler.
"Batman, you're finally back. I knew you would definitely solve my riddle… Of course, you'll come here even if you cannot solve it."
Mathison: "…"
This guy really thinks that only Batman can be his match in the world. He really wants to challenge the guy with some foolish riddle whose logic is inexplicable.
None is able to admit that his IQ is high at all. At most, one would admit that he is a big brainer.
"Did you think you could find clues to the fusion reactor here? No no no no, what awaits you is the real riddle, and you better remember that I gave you the third riddle, because it will be your last hope."
"By the way, Batman, I hope you didn't come too late because the person locked down below won't last long…"
At this point, the recording has finished playing.
The moment the sound stopped, the console automatically lowered, and a dark tunnel vertically downward appeared in front of Mathison.
"There is someone locked under the Clock Tower, who could it be?"
Mathison frowned.
Whoever this person is, his/her situation is dangerous.
Intelligence from the GCPD shows that it has been more than ten days since Bane attacked Gotham, and the Riddler must have placed the recording here for more than seven days.
If there's no food and water below, it's most likely already…
There was no time to think about it, and Mathison jumped in the dark passage.
After about ten meters of free fall, Mathison reached the ground.
What came into view was a room full of photo albums of all the Wayne family members through the ages.
An entirety of two rows of bookcases was full of photo albums.
There was a stack of trophies or honorary certificates offered to the Wayne family.
The most exquisite one was the clay sculpture of Thomas Wayne, which is placed in the first cabinet of the bookcase on the left.
"Uh… who is this?"
Just as Mathison was observing the surrounding environment, a weak voice sounded from the corner…
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