74. The Riddler

After a few days in the new city, Rowan has gradually adapted to life here.

Occasionally he would return to his uncle's warehouse to discuss Schopenhauer's voluntarism and other artists with his friends.

Friend: "Schopenhauer said that you can do whatever you want as long as you are willing. Now I just want to sleep, and I say to myself: sleep, sleep, sleep..."

My friend fell asleep.

At this time, Leonhard would imitate Schopenhauer's mind method in the script and move his fingers on the face of his sleeping friend: "Wake up, wake up... wake up! (very loud)"

My friend opened his eyes suddenly and asked, "What are you doing?"

Rowan laughed and said "Schopenhauer's method really works."

The friend was speechless "Of course I would wake up when you shout in my ear!"

Rowan smiled and said "I'm going to say to the light s now, 'Turn off the lights, turn off the lights"

Friend looks at him and asked "Why don't you just turn it off?"

Rowan gestured again: "You go, you go, you go."

"I fucking ..."

If Friends are stronger, then your fists need to more stronger.

The friend wanted to curse, but he couldn't so he ran and turns off the lights because of his brother Rowan.

Rowan didn't always tease him either.

Once he met the editor-in-chief of a newspaper, an old lady.

Rowan also came to his friend's aid and persuaded the old lady to read his friend's manuscript before having dinner together.

Wanting to be a poet...this is the friend's dream.

Although Rowan was not optimistic, he still helped him find an opportunity.

Maybe doing good things will bring good rewards.

Not long after helping his friend convince the old lady to be the editor-in-chief, Rowan met his future wife again.

There was a little maid beside his wife.

Rowan was about to go up and say hello when he suddenly saw an acquaintance: the civil servant whom he had badly screwed.

"Aren't you going over?"

"That political officer, he hates me now, let's talk about it later."

"Political officer?"

My friend looked over in confusion an d said, "His car is the same as mine, same brand, same color, but it is well maintained and shiny."

As he was talking, the political officer got in the car and left.

Dora and another woman came over towards them.

As she was about to pass by, Rowan suddenly jumped out: "Good morning, Princess~"

"How are you doing?"

He tipped his hat gracefully.

Dora said in surprise and joy: "Rowan? We meet again."

"I said I'd see you soon."

Rowan smiled at Dora, patted his friend on the shoulder and introduced her: "This is my friend, this is the princess who felI from the sky into my arms."

After some banter, the little maid finally came to her senses and said stupidly, "The prince who used his mouth to suck the bee venom off your legs?"

"With your mouth?"

The friend's eyes widened and he looked gossipy.

"It was an accident."

Dora's cheeks were slightly red, and she said vaguely: "He always appears in front of me suddenly, and we always meet like th is."

Rowan seized the opportunity: "I'll arrange a time for our next meeting. How about dinner together tonight at six?"

Dora has regained her dignity and smiled politely: "No, it's best to meet like this."

"Let's go, we're going to be late for school."

She took the maid away.

Before leaving, Dora looked into Rowan's eyes and said, "I hope we can meet again by chance. If we can meet again."

"See you later."

Rowan said with certainty: "Goodbye Princess."

The two girls quickened their pace and walked towards their school.

Only after they were out of sight did Rowan pull his gossiping friends away.

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It's late at night.

The hotel lobby, with a few lights on, was empty except for the only guest.

Rowan walked out of the kitchen with a tray in hand and walked towards the only guest.

This is a German man who is over fifty years old.

He has a kind face and the temperament of an intellectual, or a doctor with a quirk.

The old man sat at the small table, sipping the brandy in his glass and muttering: "Too much is invisible, too little is visible..."

"It is darkness."

Rowan smiled and said, "The answer is darkness, right?"

The old man was surprised: "Yes, it is darkness."

"It took me eight days, but you only took a moment to guess it."

"You're a genius, Rowan."

'That's because I read the script...' he thought.

Rowan smiled and put the tray on the small table. "Salmon, vegetable salad and a glass of white wine. Please, sir."

The old man didn't pay attention to the food, but recited a new riddle: "Not tall, not short, I say it's thin, I say it's fat..."

"Riddler, get out of here."

"ah?"

"I mean."

Rowan switched back to Italian. "You're the one who always comes up with the riddles. It's time for me to do it, right?"

"You have a point."

The old man didn't understand what Rowan had said before.

He nodded when he heard the riddle a nd immediately took out his notebook: "Tell me what the riddle is?"

Rowan was used to him like this.

This new friend possesses the rigor and stubbornness that are unique to Germans, and he applies all of these to his hobby of riddles.

Very similar to Gotham's Riddler, except not as crazy.

In this case...

Rowan had an idea and whispered, "I can fill a room or a heart. Others may have me, but I cannot share... What am I?"

"What am I?"

The old man translated it into German and wrote it down in his notebook, then thought hard: "This riddle is very interesting. I need to think about it carefully."

Rowan smiled and said, "You should eat first. You still have plenty of time to guess the riddles."

The old man looked at the tray and shook his head. "It looks delicious, but I won't eat it. If I don't guess the riddle, the delicious food will become like wax."

Rowan was about to say something when the uniformed night porter came up behind him: "Rowan."

He turned around and gave her a questioning look.

The doorman asked, "Is the kitchen closed?"

"Everyone's off work. Any guests?"

"A visitor from Rome."

"But the kitchen is off duty."

"It seems to be an inspector from the Ministry of Education. He wants to eat something."

"The kitchen is open again. Bring him in."

When Rowan heard the word Minist ry of Education, he thought of his future wife's career.

As if a light bulb had gone on overhead, Rowan had a new idea.

The doorman welcomed the guest in.

The middle-aged man had a lot of documents tucked under his ribs and his glasses on the tip of his nose made him look very serious.

Although he looked difficult to talk to, he was very polite after sitting down: "Sorry, I know it's late, but I'm really hungry, even cold dishes are fine."

Rowan glanced at the documents and the tricolor ribbon.

Not surprisingly, there was something inside that allowed him and Dora to meet unexpectedly.

Rowan smiled: "No problem."

He gestured to the doorman to attract this person's attention, and then returned to the old gentleman.

The Riddler was still thinking hard.

Rowan asked, "You really don't want to eat anymore?"

The old man waved his hand casually: "No more. Please help me finish it, don't waste food."

"Okay, I'll take it away then."

Rowan looked around and then brought the item to the inspector.

The inspector looked at his watch in surprise. "So fast? I think I should give you a tip."

He took out some money and put it on the table, then started enjoying it happily.

After a while, the old man came over and said excitedly: "The answer is loneliness, right?"

"That's right."

Rowan nodded and gave a thumbs up: "It only took a dozen minutes, and your guessing skills have improved a lot!"

"Rowan, my friend, if a person devotes his whole heart to studying and loving something, he will always make progress."

The old man smiled happily, patted Rowan on the shoulder and strode away, muttering other riddles as he walked.

This made another guest feel a little uneasy, and he pointed to his temple: "Is there something wrong with him?"

Rowan shook his head and started: "No, just a guessing game."

After finishing his meal, the Inspector said, "Thank you for this extremely nice dinner. Now I am going to bed. Oh, I forgot. Wake me up at seven o'clock tomorrow morning."

"You have a job?"

"Yes, I'm going to visit a school at 8:30 tomorrow morning and go around the classes."

"My girlfriend teaches at Francesco Petrarch Elementary School, are you going there?"

"That's right, what a coincidence."

The Inspector picked up his raincoat, hat and bag and walked towards the elevatoг.

Before the elevator door closed, he said to the doorman, "Remember to wake me up, not a minute earlier, not a minute later. Good night, both of you."

"Good night."

Rowan waved his hand.

After the elevator door closed, he waved the tricolor ribbon that represented his inspector's status at the doorman and said, "Wake him up at nine o'clock. Not a minute earlier or later."

The doorman looked confused: "Huh?"

Rowan stuffed the tip into his hand.

The doorman said seriously: "Providing guests with a comfortable sleep is my goal!"