Chapter 766: The Consequences of Fooling the Paper (Part 2)
Another rainy night in Gotham, this time the rain was extra heavy, and there was lightning and thunder.
Even the citizens of Gotham, who are accustomed to this, can only hide in their houses and glimpse the violent side of nature through small windows.
After spring gradually passes, summer comes with the arrival of typhoons and heavy rains. Although this city never has any pretense of gentleness, such rapid sounds of wind and rain will inevitably make people feel trembling.
A black shadow fell from the high roof, and its cloak fluttered off from the rain and fog, like a small boat in the strong wind and waves. When it landed, the water splashed up, and in the light of the street lights, brilliant neon lights appeared.
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Batman's hand is holding the batarang, and it can be seen from the tense muscles in his hand that he has encountered a difficult opponent again, and this time, he is under greater pressure than before.
Usually, he defeats criminals to save others, but today, he has an additional goal of defeating criminals, which is to get himself back to school as soon as possible to ensure that his life will not be in danger because he did not complete the thesis.
But soon, he realized that it was already too late, because he saw a figure holding an umbrella at the entrance of the alley.
This reminded Batman of the dreams he had in Schiller's mind palace. He had dealt with many murderers in his dreams, and fought against many terrifying opponents in a mutated Gotham City.
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But despite this, he still felt that his heartbeat was accelerating. He understood that this was not a good sign. If he placed himself in the position of prey first, he would most likely become a sacrifice in this dark city.
Batman didn't think too much. He threw the batarang according to his intuition, but it was blocked by the umbrella. For a moment, what he couldn't see clearly was the cold light of a knife from the tip of the umbrella.
With a "swish" sound, a corner of the cloak was torn, and Batman turned around and punched. The umbrella opened again. When his fist touched the umbrella surface, Batman felt that he touched strange lines, as if he was grasping a snake.
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He quickly let go and backed away quickly. Under the dim light of the store's sign, Schiller looked at Batman coldly. He didn't need to say anything, but Batman knew exactly what he was going to say.
This is a very absurd joke. Batman still remembers the first time he faced Schiller in a dark alley. They were discussing crime, law and human nature.
At that time, Batman's mental state was not stable enough and his logic was not self-consistent, so he retreated.
But today, he no longer feels entangled with those things, and there is no longer a drumbeat like a reminder that keeps ringing in his ears, so he is now facing a more realistic problem.
I couldn't finish my homework, and the teacher came to the door with a knife. What should I do now? It's quite urgent to wait online.
Batman never had to wait for anyone to give him an answer. After hesitating for a second, he turned around and jumped onto the wall, launched the grappling hook, and reached the roof of the building, followed closely by the black shadow holding an umbrella.
Over the dark city, under the curtain of heavy rain, two black figures shuttled on the rooftops of the city. The sound of gold and iron clashing was like the result of a battle before an attack. The tone became higher and higher, and the sound of rain became louder and louder.
Batman knew that he could not get rid of Schiller like this, and he placed more hope on the Batmobile, which had just improved its safety protection system.
The last time Schiller smashed the Batmobile's engine with a mysterious aperture, Batman realized that the car's safety system was still not perfect enough. So, in the next few days, Batman magically modified the Batmobile again.
car, making the engine casing stronger.
Batman pressed a button on his arm armor, and a familiar beam of light pierced the rainy night. Batman flew in that direction, then jumped off the building, using a grappling hook to cushion before landing, and rolled on the spot to relieve his force.
After a series of smooth tactical movements, he stood firm, but as soon as he took a step, he froze.
There was indeed the Batmobile in front of him, but the problem was that it only had three wheels.
Not far away, two children were pushing a huge tire, laughing while running, and seemed very happy.
With a "pop" sound, slight footsteps sounded from behind Batman. The moment he heard the sound, he knew that he was going to be in bad luck.
half an hour
Finally, in the office of Gotham University, there were three people standing in front of Schiller's seat. From left to right were Bruce, who was soaked in the rain, Jason and Little Slicker.
The three of them all had the same look, with towels on their heads and a cup of hot cocoa in their hands, silent.
"Okay, let's break up your case first." Schiller put his pen on the table and said, "Why did you two steal his tires?"
Jason and Little Slippery looked at each other, and Jason said, "We just want to see if we can pry it off..."
The little slipper looked down at his fingers and said: "We are not thieves, and we are not trying to sell them for money. This kind of tire cannot be sold. It is too big to put on a car, but too small to put on a truck."
"Then why did you steal?" Bruce turned to look at him and asked.
Jason shouted: "We are not stealing! We just want to try... What is that word? Tell me, little slippery man!"
"Technical upgrade." Little Huitou sighed and said, "The things taught in the school in Living Hell are too simple. Word spelling and symbol use are all about cooking, running errands, collecting newspapers, etc. I don't need them at all.
Learn those.”
"Without a teacher to teach me, I had to explore on my own and try again and again. I have figured out the structure of most car power systems. I originally wanted to build one myself, but there are still many technical problems...
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"I think the technology of ordinary cars is very average. If you want to find a technical benchmark, it has to be the car with the bat mark that day. At that time, we had to remove its tires, but it took a lot of effort."
"So Jason and I wanted to try again. Originally, we wanted to dismantle the engine, but the hood had a special lock and we couldn't open it, so we had to resort to dismantling the tires.
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Little Slippery and Jason both had their eyes open with innocent expressions. Schiller turned to look at Bruce and said, "Last time they removed the tires on you, why don't you modify the car?"
"My time is limited." Bruce replied: "Compared to the tires, the engine is more dangerous."
"The engine is more..." Schiller paused, and then realized that Bruce was referring to himself. He sighed, and then said: "Well, they didn't sell that tire, you can take it back and install it again."
superior."
"Besides, the lack of basic education is not their fault. You shouldn't hold them responsible, right?" Schiller looked at Bruce and said.
It's not that he was morally kidnapped, but looking at Bruce's expression, he wasn't very angry. The way he looked at the two children was more like regret.
After all, if the two of them were born in other cities and could have favorable conditions and enjoy good educational resources, then I am afraid that they could at least become a vehicle engineer.
Bruce nodded, and the two children breathed a sigh of relief. If Wayne held them responsible, their fate would definitely be tragic.
Then, Schiller looked at them and said: "Since the day care center in living hell cannot meet your educational needs, then you can come to the Technical College of Gotham University to study. Don't you like cars? Then go and learn to repair cars.
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The little slicker's eyes widened and he said, "Technical college? But those are places for adults to study. Can we really enroll at such a young age?"
Schiller reached for a registration form from the side and started to fill it out. He said: "We don't look at age here, only at level. You can take off the tires of the Batmobile. You have surpassed all the students here."
Schiller did not exaggerate. Repairing cars and repairing the Batmobile are two completely different technologies, and the technical generation gap is ridiculously large. Although these two children have not reached the level of cheating like Bruce, their talents are also top-notch.
It would be a pity if I couldn't receive a good education.
"But. I don't like to sit in my seat and read. I really can't read." Jason complained: "I can't memorize those things at all."
Schiller said while writing: "It doesn't matter, you can just take practical classes. No one in that college will ask you to write a paper, as long as you can practice it."
Jason scratched his head and reluctantly accepted this statement. He patted the little slicker on the shoulder and said: "Hey, brother, you can finally learn more professional knowledge. We will have a big meal later."
Celebrate!"
After Schiller wrote the registration form, he gave each of them one and asked them to take it to the Academic Affairs Office to register. After the two walked away arm in arm, Schiller set his sights on Bruce again.
Bruce coughed and said, "I really didn't lie. There was a mysterious man who could disappear at any time and broke into Wayne Tower. I don't know how he left. I'm still investigating..."
Schiller observed Bruce's body movements and felt that he did not seem to be lying, but in his impression, there should be no such villain in Gotham.
Gotham's villains all have a very outstanding style, that is, they are crazy and confident, and not sneaky at all.
They are obsessed with promoting their ideas to the world, and they do not hesitate to create various murders and bombings to gain attention.
But the mysterious man described by Bruce is more like a thief, and he is the kind of thief with special abilities. This kind of villain is not Gotham style at all. He has no grievances, no ideas, and no philosophical thinking. How can he hang out in Gotham?
Have to go down?
Schiller thought of the so-called great king he had heard about before. He could not rule out the possibility that this man had a very noble name, but was actually a sneaky thief. Schiller had also
I have done this kind of thing, for example, naming a kind of wine.
Schiller handed the stack of papers to Bruce, but Bruce did not pick up Schiller. He looked into his eyes and said, "You go to the library and write your papers, and I will deal with the thief."
"How are you going to do it?"
"Get him."
"You mean, you're going to break into Wayne Tower and catch the thief there?" Bruce asked, and then he continued: "Then I don't think the thief is a big problem. It's okay not to catch him."
"I thought your condition had improved, but I didn't expect that you still have such severe persecution delusions. What do you think I want to do? Have a fight with the thief there, and then collapse the entire Wayne Tower?
Do you think I’m the helicopter engine?”
Bruce Wayne reached out and took the stack of papers, but what Schiller didn't expect was that he followed Schiller's words and made a joke:
"I'd rather do that. At least the helicopter engine won't delay my completion."