A little later, Schiller called Halle. Halle almost rushed over and said incredulously: "You want to sell the house?! This manor?"
While thinking about the names of the guests to be invited to the housewarming party, Schiller said: "Yes, most people here have moved, and the community will soon decline. I came back late, and the house is no longer easy to sell, so
I need your help."
Harley showed a somewhat sad expression. She looked up at Schiller's study and said, "We have all spent a lot of time here. This manor is actually pretty good, isn't it?"
"Yes, but it is indeed somewhat unsuitable for modern people to live in."
"It really surprises me that you are a modern person!"
Schiller pursed his lips and smiled and said: "Don't be surprised first, you will be even more surprised later, because I want to talk to you about money next."
Harley immediately opened her mouth in an exaggerated manner, then covered her mouth and looked at Schiller as if she were looking at a rare creature.
"I know you may want to buy this manor and keep it as a souvenir, but I don't think it is necessary. There are actually no traces of life here, and there is nothing that must be treasured."
"What about those memories?" Harley asked: "What about the memories that come to mind when you see the furniture arrangement and furnishings here."
"It's all in the head, Harry, not in the house or on the furniture."
"That's you. You can completely recreate your familiar room into your thinking tower. You naturally have these memories, but what about Jason and I? We spent part of our childhood here. You can't deny it.
at this point."
Schiller frowned slightly, with a painful expression between his eyebrows. He was silent for a long time, and finally said: "If you want to reminisce about your childhood, you can also come to my room in the Tower of Thought."
"Long live!!!" Harley cheered: "I have wanted to play there for a long time, but you always said that some rooms are dangerous and don't let me enter."
"In fact, they are indeed dangerous, and you can't enter. You can only..."
"We'll talk about it after I get in." Harley was very happy. She stared at Schiller for a while and then said: "I feel that you have changed a lot, Schiller. In the past, you always avoided having more contact with people.
You wouldn't invite anyone unless the situation reached a point where it could only be solved in this way."
"I don't think this is an invitation, but if I want to sell the house, then I'm afraid you will have to go to the tower of thought to reminisce about your childhood."
"But you obviously don't have to sell the house." Hallie walked to the desk and came directly opposite Schiller. She put her hands on the desk, leaned forward, stared at Schiller's face and said, "You're not that good either.
You need money, and you don’t need to use this legal method to make money. Are you trying something?"
"Don't try to spy on me, Miss." Schiller raised his eyes and looked at Harley who was looking down at him and said, "You should think about yourself more now. You are going to college soon, right?"
"I don't."
"Of course you do. In order to emphasize to Gordon that you are an adult, you reported your age a few years higher. According to the age on your file information now, you should be in your first year of college."
"Uh... it's just an accident." Harley showed an embarrassed expression and said, "I don't think it's necessary to go to college so early. I mean if I leave, those stupid boys will definitely feel bored.
I will play with them for a few more years."
"Don't change the subject." Harley slapped the desk hard, looked at Schiller and said, "What I mean is, in fact, you don't have to force yourself. It turns out that it's not impossible to live that way. If the strong will to change comes from yourself,
The pain can naturally be overcome, but if it is to satisfy other people's wishes..."
Schiller turned his eyes away from looking at Harley. He began to become a little distant. Harley took a lot of effort to call him back, and then said: "Well, it seems that you are destined not to talk about this head-on."
That’s a problem, then let’s talk about it after I help you sell the house.”
"Are you trying to treat the most famous psychologist in the world?" Schiller asked her.
"So what? I plan to study psychology in college. I'm really sorry that your good student Bruce's ranking will drop one place again, because I will definitely take the first place."
Harley straightened up and raised her face and said, "It's a pity that I went to college earlier than Jason, otherwise I would have seen his wonderful expression when he came in second."
"You look like the kind of elementary school student who has a crush on someone and deliberately causes trouble for them." Schiller commented.
"You are truly the most famous psychologist in the world. Give me the contract you used to buy the house. I will quickly see where I can find someone to take advantage of you."
Schiller gave the information about the house to Hallie, but he knew that they would meet again soon. There was a 100% chance that Hallie would come to his palace of thought tonight, and then rashly break into a dangerous room and be chased.
She was screaming and screaming, and she needed to be rescued.
The guest list for the housewarming party had almost taken shape. Schiller could have continued to organize it, but he really couldn't help but want to see the new house. The contract was signed and the money was paid. Now the house is his, although
A lot of things haven't been moved yet, but maybe he can stay there for a night.
But if you want to go, you have to drive there anyway, so why not bring some daily necessities? Schiller opened his bedroom door and didn't know where to start.
I also need to bring tonight’s bedding, the lesson plans I need to use tomorrow, a bunch of books needed to prepare the lesson plans, and cleaning tools. I even plan to bring a set of electrical tools that Merkel used before to check the TV current.
instability problem.
The trunk of his current car is relatively small and may not be able to hold so many things. After moving it, he found that it would be too troublesome.
Calling a moving company now would be too labor intensive. After thinking about it, Schiller walked downstairs, picked up the phone, and started flipping through the yellow pages. After flipping through the pages for a long time, he finally made a call.
"Hello? Jack? I need something... No, there is no shredder, but actually a shredder is also... Okay, then you can go to sleep. Do you know Waylon's phone number?"
Schiller wrote down a series of numbers and took a deep breath while dialing. In fact, he had never really communicated with Killer Croc. Killer Croc Waylon was a friend of a friend, but he was actually a stranger.
"Hello, I'm Schiller."
Schiller must have jumped out of bed when he heard the person opposite him, but it was not surprising that his name was indeed a bit scary, especially when it was said by Killer Croc's friends Bruce and Jack.
"It's like this. I want to move, but not now. I just need to bring some daily necessities to my new house now, and then officially move tomorrow. You have tonight and tomorrow..."
"No, I'm not asking you to help, I just want to hire..."
Killer Croc was chattering a lot of things over there, Schiller listened silently, and after a while said: "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Jones, I know you are not working now, so I will pay you."
"No, no one introduced you to me. I really need to move. It's probably a coincidence. God bless you."
Schiller hung up the phone and thought for a long time. In fact, Killer Croc initially said that a friend of a friend is also a friend of mine, so it’s no big deal to help him. However, Schiller knew from Zatanna that Killer Croc had probably lost his job and was now looking for a job.
new.
Labor in Gotham is not as expensive as in most cities in the United States, and it is even cheaper now. Even if you pay the moving company's regular hourly wage, it doesn't cost much, so Schiller decided to hire him.
But Killer Croc understood that it was Bruce or Jack who introduced him to Schiller, and it was the two of them and Schiller who wanted to help him.
Schiller sighed. Ordinary people are always like this. Every interaction they have is not simple and contains strong and complex emotions. They constantly understand the good intentions of others, learn to accept the good intentions of others, and at the same time regard it as a kind of kindness.
Burden wants to repay.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this is something that is naturally learned, but Schiller knows that it is not. In fact, this is not one of human instincts. It should be said to be another kind of social discipline, just because it is beneficial to the individual and the group.
Instead of using such a cold adjective, I used a warmer word - "human feelings".
Killer Crocodile soon arrived, with a crocodile head that looked a bit scary at night. Schiller was actually a little curious whether Killer Crocodile was a cold-blooded animal like the crocodile.
But it doesn't seem to be the case now. Killer Croc moved things very neatly, without being affected by the cooling temperature at night. The car he drove was a small van, and it actually had a mugshot of him on it.
"I originally wanted to open a moving company." Killer Croc said angrily: "I'm still close to saving up enough capital to start a business, but my last construction site has been completed, and there haven't been any new construction sites recently. I've been doing part-time jobs.
Some moving work."
Schiller stared at the photo of Killer Croc on the truck. In the photo, Killer Croc was roaring with his mouth wide open. No matter from which angle you looked at it, this photo could only be said to be very Gotham-esque. To put it simply, it was a bit scary.
.
Moreover, there is a square photo on the square truck, which is a little crooked. Apart from the photo, there is no text on it, making it difficult to tell what it is for.
"This is not a good advertisement," Schiller said, shaking his head.
"Yes, it was just that Bruce took a random photo for me earlier." Killer Croc took out his mobile phone. The small mobile phone was held in his big paws. It was as small as a toy. He used his paws to carefully press the buttons for Xi.
Check out his photo album.
There are many photos of him with Jack, Bruce and Gordon, mostly at smoky food stalls, and of course at the police station.
"What are you doing at the police station?" Schiller asked curiously, pointing to a photo.
"Of course I'm going to help James." Killer Crocodile grinned and said: "There are some particularly difficult prisoners. As soon as I show up, they will scream and pee in fear. This trick will work every time. If
If that doesn't work, then let Jack come. He has a very fierce reputation. If he can't handle it, we have to let Bruce come. Who dares to be harsh with Bruce Wayne?"
For the first time, Schiller saw what could be called a brilliant smile on the crocodile's face, as if he didn't mind at all that he was actually the least intimidating of the three.
But this seems to be nothing to worry about. After all, he does not rely on deterrence for his livelihood. Thinking of this, Schiller thought of the advertisement posted outside the car. This advertisement has more than enough deterrence, but not enough publicity. It is shocking.
It's okay, but it's a bit difficult to figure out what the owner of this car does.
"Can you please come over tomorrow morning? I think I can move it again before I go to work."
"No problem at all."
They arrived at their destination soon, and Killer Croc did not enter the house. Schiller moved the things in and packed them himself, and stood in the window to say goodbye to him.
Soon he turned on the computer and prepared to finish the half-written lesson plan. The lesson plan was written very quickly, and then he opened the drawing software.
Raven appeared quietly behind him, staring at the glowing computer screen and tilting his head.
Schiller noticed her presence and glanced back. The raven pointed at the pattern on the screen and asked, "What is this?"
Schiller looked back at his computer screen. There was a circular pattern on it, with a half-drawn cartoon crocodile in the middle.
"This is a crocodile."
"I know it's a crocodile, I mean why did you stay up so late at night drawing a crocodile here?"