When I saw Ruth with a bad face in the office, it was almost dark. Schiller was still revising the design drawing. When he saw Ruth walking in, he didn't even raise his head.
After finishing the last stroke, Schiller looked up at Ruth. In less than a month, the woman's weight had decreased by at least one third, and her face was haggard, as if she had not slept for several nights.
"Long time no see, Miss Ruth." Schiller's tone was still gentle, but his body language clearly stated that he did think she was a stray dog.
"I brought the person you want." Ruth's tone seemed to sigh, and she said, "I know you are not a Gotham person, you messed up here. It's not a good thing."
"So you think Gotham can be worse." Schiller smiled and said, "Then I would like to thank you for Gotham people. In the years when you have a natural disaster fund, you didn't take action personally to make it worse.
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Ruth heard that Schiller was mocking her, but she was obviously unable to fight back. She said: "I am just a professional manager who works hard to make money for others. Since Charabon has fallen, there is nothing to do for you."
Can't."
Schiller lowered his eyes and kept a smile, but shook his head and said, "No, ma'am, it's not that simple."
"What's the difference?" said Ruth. "The Chalabon family is not my first master either."
"Every time you change your master, you will be so embarrassed. How did you survive until today?"
Ruth was choked. She knew that of course it was not the case. In the past, she changed her master's family and changed jobs, and the other party gave her better treatment and a bigger stage. She took the initiative to give up her original master's job-hopping, so how could she be embarrassed?
At that time, it was obviously more energetic.
Of course, there were several accidents. However, as a lower-level person, Ruth was not able to climb to her current position because of weakness. Even if she was in an extremely dangerous situation once or twice, she could always break free and turn the tables.
But this time it was completely different. Ruth suffered more mental torture.
Ruth was born in a poor family and was born in a slum. Her mother was a prostitute who was addicted to drugs. During her growth, she also survived by being a secret prostitute and helping people launder money. She climbed up step by step and came to the closest to the upper class.
place.
When she climbed, she thought that the blue sky was above her head. When she climbed to a high place, she realized that it was not the blue sky, it was a trash can lid coated with blue paint.
The trash can will be opened regularly, so those who climb to the top can take a look at the scenery outside. But more often they see the big hand holding the lid of the trash can, so close and so far.
When Ruth began to do the work for this hand, she began to gradually understand what the trash can looks like. But the more she understood, the more she knew she would never be able to climb out.
The lid on their heads is something they cannot shake. The trash can is always just garbage, and when it jumps out, it is just garbage scattered outside, and it will never become an adult.
So she began to become more cautious and respectful, convinced herself to give up all hope and live by pleasing the owner of the trash can. At least, she would not fall to the bottom again.
I don't know how long she has passed. She has long forgotten who she is. She just keeps repeating this logic and alienated everything she encounters, including herself, into a non-human appearance, so she can be without any scruples
To harm similar people.
Until one day, the trash can explode.
To be precise, I don’t know who stuck a bomb on the lid of the trash can. The big hand that had been holding the lid was blown away directly. The wound was covered in blood and the screams were deafening.
Ruth was frightened. Her first reaction was to hide. She began to hypnotize herself, all of which were hallucinations. She didn't believe it was just like this.
She even began to hate all this. What was wrong with the past? She had already stood at the highest point of the garbage mountain. Although she was still in the trash can, there were so many people under her feet who were even worse than her.
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Ruth didn't know what she was suffering or escaping at first, but she soon realized that this incident made her discover that the god she thought was high and could also shed blood.
This highlighted her cowardice. Looking back now, she had too many opportunities to give that hand a knife, but she didn't do that.
Ruth was also thinking about why she didn't do this. She actually didn't have an accurate answer, just a little vague premonition.
Perhaps it was because the hand was holding the lid of the trash can made of steel. The lid was like his shield. Everyone who tried to resist would be bleeding from his head and even lose his life because he hit the iron wall.
Some people are still fearless, but more people are afraid. If you bump into it but don’t break it, then you will lose everything you are now and fall back to the bottom.
Everyone standing at the top paid too much to climb to their current position. They could not afford such failures. Ruth was the same.
But now, some people tell them with practical actions that even if it is a wall of iron, there are ways to break through it. This is not even a difficult thing to do.
Being able to manage the Natural Disaster Fund is enough to show the importance of Ruth in Mr. Charabon's eyes. Because of this, Ruth knows this man better than others.
Schiller's way of defeating Chalabon was surprisingly simple, to a ridiculous level. There was no link in this, and it required any superhuman power and wisdom to complete it.
The only test of such things is courage. If you add a little more, it is your understanding of the parties involved and your greed.
Ruth seems to have all these things. Her hands are cruel and black enough. She never hesitated when she started silence. She couldn't say she was a timid person. She also knew enough about Charabon and had sufficient information. She was not either
Those who are content with a small wealth are greedy enough.
In this case, why did she willingly be a lackey for so many years?
Not only willing, but even proud. Whenever she sees her own income statistics in the Charabang family, she even proudly raises her chest, thinking that this is a recognition of her abilities.
Thinking of the past, Ruth was puzzled. This is the fundamental reason why she consumed so much in recent times. She couldn't figure out how she liked being a dog for people so much.
After thinking about it, Ruth could only think of one answer, that is, the upper class disguised herself as if they were not the same species as the lower class, but the difference between elephants and ants.
They made the lower class feel that the lower class and the upper class are two completely different worlds, and they live in two species, which are completely different in psychology and physiology, and are also like the difference between humans and dogs.
Recalling the various things that I encountered when I was in contact with the upper class, Ruth found that the upper class used many methods to remind her that dogs can only be dogs, and no matter how well they do, they will not become adults. If they can get praise from others, they will be in this life.
The most amazing achievement.
Because I am used to seeing the crazy, ugly and despicable appearance of the lower class, and looking at the glamorous upper class, I will naturally agree with this concept and feel that it is my honor to be the best dog.
No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!
Ruth didn't know if the Charabang family hadn't collapsed in such a ridiculous way, would she feel this way for the rest of her life?
But at least now she can only admit that in the eyes of people like Schiller, there has never been any trash cans or the outside world, nor is there any difference between people and dogs - these people in the upper class are also garbage.
This made her sense of Schiller very complicated. On the one hand, she was excited and felt happy that she had seen a brand new world. On the other hand, she felt a sense of fear of facing the unknown.
That's different from facing the upper class. Ruth recognizes people from the upper class, and does not say that they fully understand it, at least they have a concept.
But she had no knowledge of Schiller, and she could not know him either. It could not simply be compared with species, but it was more like an unpredictable rule, unable to speculate on his behavior and purpose.
When facing him, Ruth felt only danger. But this danger was not directed, but came from all directions to wrap her in it, making her unable to move, like a fly tangled on a spider web.
So on the one hand, she was angry that after breaking out of one predicament, she immediately fell into another predicament. On the other hand, she had a mentality of delaying death.
Ruth didn't know what drove her and made her come here again. In fact, she knew that working for Schiller was completely different from working for Charabon, but she had to say that, even if she was lying to herself.
OK.
Ruth had a fear of what was coming, but she didn't even know what was on the way. Spiders were already the best possibility.
"Well, let's talk less." Schiller's fingers crossed, and he looked at Ruth and said, "If you're willing to do something for me, I can't tell you nothing..."
"No." Ruth took a step back, feeling cold sweat oozing from her forehead, and she said, "No need, you just need to tell me what I'm going to do. Let's talk about the price."
"Of course, you have to negotiate the price, but if you don't know my plan, you will also make mistakes in doing things. If we sign an employment contract, you will be my subordinate. We still need to have a basic understanding of the other party." Schiller smiled
He pointed to the position opposite him and said.
Ruth really wanted to turn her head and leave. She shouldn't have come today. But it wasn't that easy for her to leave.
Ruth had to sit down. She took a deep breath and placed her hands on her thighs. Then a messy map was placed in front of her.
Ruth didn't see anything at first, but her professional ability was quite strong. She soon realized that this was the structural diagram of Arkham Asylum. She was drawn in various colors by Schillerna, which was set at the door of the room or
It's an obstacle in the corridor.
Ruth looked at it carefully again, but Schiller painted it in a mess. Out of respect for future employers, Ruth said more politely: "If you want to use this thing to get the construction team to build it, it may be very
It's hard to achieve the effect you want."
"Yes, I really don't have any clever ideas in this regard." Schiller shook his head and said, "The obstacles that can be added are nothing more than roadblocks or institutions. Can you help me think of more creative obstacles?
Measures?”
Ruth showed a embarrassed expression. This is not her professional field. She is a manager, not a torcher, so how could she have any creative means?
But she was professional after all, and immediately said: "Although I don't know much about this, I can find professionals. Are there any specific requirements?"
"Of course there is." Schiller took out another piece of paper and handed it to Ruth, and then said, "Follow this. The best result will be produced tonight. If it doesn't work, I'll give it to me tomorrow morning."