Bruce chose to pay the phone bill.
With the phone bill, he can go online, so that if he encounters something he doesn't understand, he can check it on the Internet as soon as possible.
Then he understood that he was now living in a future era where technology was much more advanced than that of his time. Computers were no longer an extremely valuable item, and even more portable devices had penetrated into thousands of households.
He doesn't have a computer now, but there's no need to buy one. He can go directly to a place that rents computers, a so-called Internet cafe, to do his work.
And he also learned one thing, that is, Elsa not only inherited the appearance of other Batman, she is a smaller Batman, as talented as Batman.
But communication efficiency is a problem, and Bruce is keenly aware that Aisha may have communication barriers.
Her intellectual and physical development is not delayed, which means that communication difficulties may be caused by personality or other pathological factors.
But if that's the case, why didn't Elsa's biological father treat her? Since the Batmans in other universes are so strong, there's no reason why he wouldn't treat his biological daughter.
While Bruce was thinking about this problem, he searched for the nearest Internet cafe on the map on his mobile phone. Although he didn't have money to buy a hard drive yet, he could go to the Internet cafe first.
What he wanted to do was actually search for some information on the water pipe renovation project on the Internet, but when he entered the Internet cafe and turned on his computer, a piece of news was pushed to him on the homepage of the search website.
After Bruce clicked on it, he found that it was a report about the changes in the appearance of San Francisco citizens.
Bruce had previously learned that the city he was in was San Francisco, but not through the Internet, but because the Golden Gate Bridge was so conspicuous that he couldn't even see it.
It turned out that he was not the only one who noticed the strange appearance of people in this city. With this feeling, Bruce clicked on the report.
I thought I would get detailed discussion and research information, but instead the whole article was about praising these handsome men and women, telling how charming their appearance was and how strong their bodies were.
In the end, he only gave one sentence, "They are the first beneficiaries of the new evolution brought about by God's blessing to mankind. They will become benchmarks and leaders in the new world and have a pivotal position."
Bruce felt a headache from watching it.
But this time it's not because he can't understand it, but because he understands it too well. But he also understands that if this report can be understood by him, it means that it can be understood by the vast majority of people, which means that this report
There won't be any real evidence in it, and it's definitely not rigorous enough.
But because of this, it can easily cause greater controversy.
Sure enough, Bruce continued to look down and found that the comment area under this news was simply a mess. It was divided into dozens of factions based on nationality, race, gender, class, religion, and even region and hobbies. It was so noisy.
But it is obvious that there is no useful information in these quarrels. Maybe the first few comments are still talking about this matter, and most of the subsequent comments are attacking each other.
These violent words made Bruce dizzy, but he still did not forget what he came here to do. After calming down for a while, he began to search for information on San Francisco's water pipe renovation project on the Internet.
As a result, except for a report about the adjustment of the tap water supply route half a year ago, no information related to the place where he currently works was found.
Continuing to search along this notice with only a few words, Bruce discovered that the reason why the water supply route had to be adjusted was because a water plant had closed down before. When he inquired why the water plant closed down, he only found parts of the supply adjustment area.
The residents' guess is that the boss ran away with his sister-in-law.
The clues were basically gone at this point, and Bruce didn't know what to search for anymore. He could only search for the names of all the water plants in San Francisco, and then check them one by one.
After checking for a long time, Bruce discovered a somewhat strange phenomenon. About half a year ago, many water plants in San Francisco closed down one after another. The reasons were poor management, but there were rumors that there was something wrong with the bosses.
Bruce thought he might have found the key, so he wrote down the names of these water plants on a piece of paper, planning to check them carefully after the bricks were moved this afternoon.
Today's brick-moving work is still uneventful. Manual work is not like office clerks who can chat while working. Everyone has a hard time breathing, and most of them turn around and leave after finishing the work. There is no interaction.
After Bruce paid the money at the boss's place, he turned around and met a strange man greeting him.
A young Mexican man with pigtails came up, patted Bruce on the shoulder and handed him a cigarette.
"Nice figure, man." The other person put his arm around Bruce's shoulders and said, "I heard you have a daughter?"
Bruce immediately showed a vigilant look, and the Mexican young man waved his hand and said: "Don't think wrongly, I have a green card, can I work with you? I am a second-generation immigrant, don't be afraid."
"It's just that I heard that you might be short of money, so I wanted to introduce you to a job."
"I don't do anything illegal." Bruce emphasized.
"It's not your turn to do illegal work." The Mexican young man shook his head and said, "There is a project that requires people to test drugs. The fee is 2,000 US dollars a day for seven days. Will you do it?"
Bruce's eyes widened slightly, and just when he was about to refuse, the other party said: "Don't think that I am an organ dealer or that I want you to test poisons. This is a formal activity conducted by a large company, recruiting volunteers from the whole society.
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"But their conditions are a bit harsh. They have requirements for height, weight, appearance, eye color, and even hair of each race. I failed the interview before, but I think you meet the standard of white people they recruit.
of."
The Mexican guy made a few hand gestures and said, "He's the kind of old white guy with European ancestry, dark complexion, bright eyes, strong body and so on."
"Before testing the drug, an insurance contract will be signed in accordance with laws and regulations. Any accidents will be protected by law. This is not the first time they have recruited volunteers. I have never heard of any problems."
"I found this opportunity after extensive research. I originally wanted to go by myself, but I didn't choose. Even if I'm not responsible for your life safety, I still have to be responsible for my own."
"Besides, if I introduce you a job, you have to pay me a handling fee. If you die or go to the hospital, wouldn't my introduction be in vain?"
The Mexican guy began to persuade and exaggerate about the project, but Bruce was thinking about another thing.
There are very strict requirements on the appearance of volunteers. Does that have anything to do with the changes in the appearance of people in San Francisco?
"How much do you want?" Bruce asked.
"It's not much, just give me 10%. Since you have a daughter, I won't ask you to pay a deposit first. You don't have any money anyway, but after everything is done, you have to settle the bill on time."
"What is your name?"
"Me? My name is..."
"I'm talking about that group, the group that needs to test drugs."
"Osborne, it's the Osborne Group."
Before going home at night, Bruce started looking for a house next to the old cheap supermarket. He left his contact information with the proprietress of a local supermarket, and the proprietress said that a landlord would contact him soon.
After returning home, he found that Elsa had already started packing the box. Bruce picked her up and kissed her on the cheek, while Elsa pushed him away with slight disgust.
Bruce didn't mind either, but put away his things and took Aisha out for dinner.
This time I changed to a fast food restaurant and had Indian pizza and curry. Bruce was checking out this company called Osborne while eating.
The information that can be found online is also very limited, but it can be seen from the overwhelming news reports that this group called Osborne is really a big company. The leader of the company, Norman Osborne, is a world-renowned rich man.
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Could the changing appearance of San Franciscans have anything to do with Norman Osborn?
Simple conspiracy theories do not require the support of IQ, and large American companies have done immoral things not once or twice. It can only be said that all conspiracy theories are well-founded. Bruce suspects that water plants have collapsed one after another, and the city water pipes have
Inexplicable renovations, changes in the appearance of San Franciscans, and the Osborne Group's recruitment of volunteers are actually the same thing.
But Bruce still can't figure out what the Osborne Group is doing. It seems that their business scope has nothing to do with the above-mentioned things. Is there a bigger conspiracy behind it?
Thinking of this, Bruce dug into his pocket, found the phone number the Mexican guy left for him during the day, and called it.
"Hello, I think you are right. I do need money. I have had enough of taking my daughter to eat cheap fast food every day. She should not live such a life."
Bruce said it sincerely, but the Mexican guy opposite said to him excitedly: "Very good, just tell the interviewer like this, at least he will admit you out of sympathy, it's best this way."
Deciding to participate in the drug experiment, Bruce asked for a day off from the construction site to go for the interview. Aisha heard the content of his phone call and looked at Bruce with some worry.
"Don't worry, I'm not really going to test the medicine." Bruce stared at the address sent by the Mexican guy and said, "I think this is a perfect opportunity to find out what they are doing, and I want to catch him.
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"And if I get my salary, I can buy a hard drive and use the program you wrote to copy the surveillance video of the construction site. The anomalies in it will be the best evidence to expose the conspiracy."
After making up his mind, Bruce took Aisha back home. As soon as he got home, he received a call from the supermarket owner's wife, asking him to go over and view the house. Considering that it was already a bit late today, they decided to go tomorrow morning.
Early the next morning, Bruce took Aisha and followed the landlord to the new house. This was a small building some distance from the city center. The house was older and the furniture was relatively simple, but fortunately it had two floors and two floors.
Separate bedroom.
Bruce felt very satisfied, but he was a little worried about Elsa. After all, she was the eldest lady of Wayne Manor, and she would not be able to live in such a simple house.
But Elsa seemed very happy, especially after seeing the small children's slide in the only backyard.
They settled on the rent happily, and Bruce was quite experienced in bargaining, and managed to get the rent to a very low price, which he could afford even if he worked part-time.
In the afternoon, Bruce went to the interview, which was located at the Osborne West Coast Medical Experimental Center in the suburbs of San Francisco.
This chapter has been completed!