Seven hundred and ninetieth chapters deadly joke (twenty-two)
Bruce first looked at Schiller and said to him: "There is a rule in this game, which is that you cannot use any special abilities."
Schiller followed his line of sight and saw the umbrella in his hand. He said, "This is just an umbrella. I won't use it for anything else."
Bruce stared at him for 30 seconds. Schiller finally made the umbrella disappear out of thin air. He said, "Well, the world is really cruel if you have to buy an umbrella yourself. Let's go. Where is your home?"
"Are you going to live in my house? Aren't you going to find a home of your own?" Bruce asked again.
Schiller took a deep breath and said: "Bruce Wayne, I hope you can respond to a teacher who has been chasing you for more than two months for papers, checking your homework for more than two months, and supervising you for more than two months.
, have a little basic respect.”
"You insist on letting me live in the slums and experience life. Not only are you not allowed to bring money or ability, you are not even allowed to bring an umbrella. Now you actually plan to let me find a house by myself on the first night?!"
"Why, your failed slum life in the past two months has not made you realize that respecting teachers is the only way you can save yourself as a stray dog even though your physiology and most of your psychology have turned into a stray dog.
A less humane approach?"
Hearing Schiller say this, Bruce breathed a sigh of relief. Schiller's state just now was so strange that he even felt that Schiller was soft-hearted.
Fortunately, his professor returned to normal in just a few minutes and resumed his style of hating everyone equally.
So Bruce nodded and said, "My home is a bit far away. If you want to come, you may have to walk for a long time."
"Then why don't we take a ride?" Schiller asked rhetorically.
"There are no taxis here," Bruce replied. "If you want to hitchhike, how do you know which car is available?"
"Why do you need to judge this?" Schiller looked at Bruce up and down, as if he thought there was something wrong with his brain, and Bruce made a gesture of invitation, which meant "you can do your best."
Schiller lightly shrugged his shoulders, but he did not focus on the road. Instead, he looked left and right. He found that although the neighborhood was deserted, there were several shops, one of which was a nightclub.
In Bruce's field of vision, he saw Schiller walking straight towards the nightclub. Bruce thought he was asking for directions, and the excitement of wanting to laugh out loud took over the high ground again.
But soon, he stopped laughing.
Because Schiller walked into the nightclub, and after a while, he dragged someone out.
Judging by his attire, he must be a nightclub security guard. At this time, his life or death was uncertain. He was lying on the ground unconscious. Schiller pulled out the gun he was holding, opened the magazine, checked the bullets, and reinstalled the magazine.
Then load it.
He picked up the shotgun and stood in the middle of the road. After a harsh "squeak" of the brakes, before the truck driver could even curse, a gun was pointed at his head.
Schiller stood by the window, shook his head at Bruce, and asked him to tell him where he wanted to go. Bruce opened his mouth and said, "No, we can't..."
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! The driver yelled: "Where are you crazy people from? You dare to intercept the goods of the Viper Gang?!"
"We don't want goods." Schiller said very calmly: "We will give you a location and you drive there."
The driver who was yelling just now suddenly started crying. He said: "The goods...the goods are for you, please let me go, I have never offended you..."
"Get in the car." Schiller tilted his head again and looked at Bruce, who was still standing there. He said, "Why are you still standing there? Open the cargo compartment door."
After saying that, he walked straight into the car and sat in the passenger seat, but put away the gun. The driver did not dare to move at all, even though he had another gun at hand.
Schiller glanced at the watch on his wrist, pushed up his glasses and said, "Can you be there before 9 o'clock?"
"Yes... yes, as long as there is no traffic jam... okay, definitely yes." The driver swallowed.
Shui glanced at Schiller secretly, then stepped on the accelerator and ran quickly without saying anything.
The originally half-hour journey was compressed into 15 minutes. When we got out of the car, Bruce was so shaken that he felt like vomiting. After getting off the car, Schiller took the gun, pointed in front of him and said, "Where is your home? Lead the way."
Bar."
Bruce was speechless and choked as he watched the truck disappear into the Gotham night at a speed like a desperate run, so fast that the exhaust gas could not even be seen.
He could only lead the way, because now Schiller had a gun and he didn't.
"Did you kill that security guard?" Bruce asked.
"Of course not, why should I kill him?" Schiller looked at the surrounding environment as he walked, and Bruce asked again: "How did you knock him out? Did you cheat?"
Schiller shook his head and said: "It's very simple. Make a little noise in the nearby grocery store to lure one of the people away. Then take the vase from the grocery store and hit it on the back of the head. Don't tell me it's me."
Anyone over 1.6 meters tall can do it."
Bruce was speechless. Then, he walked towards the shallows in front of him, pointed at one of the cans and said to Schiller: "This is my home, but it looks like you won't be able to live in it."
Schiller looked around the surrounding environment. Bruce's house was not the only one. There were all kinds of buildings in the canned area, all basically in the same style. To say they were damaged by war would be a bit insulting to Syria.
"You live here?" Schiller's voice was a little distorted by the sea breeze, but Bruce had no intention of going around in circles. He pointed to the unburned fire next to him and said, "We have to light the fire before it rains.
Get up, otherwise you will definitely not be able to light it."
Schiller raised his head and glanced at the sky. There were dark clouds now, and it must be raining soon. He pointed the barrel of his gun at Bruce and said, "It seems that we still have to find a house as soon as possible tonight."
After saying that, Schiller walked out, with Bruce following behind him. Schiller looked back at the tent where he lived and said, "This kind of architectural art is still a little too early for human beings."
Before leaving the shoal, Schiller threw the gun to the ground. Bruce opened his eyes and seemed not to understand why he did this.
Schiller looked at the gun and said: "If I didn't want to get here quickly, I wouldn't want to use such a violent method. I actually hate violence. There is no beauty in pointing a gun at others. Let's go."
After saying that, he walked up the steps leaving the ford. Bruce had to admit that he was a little moved when he saw the gun Schiller dropped. No one understood the importance of the gun better than him. He felt that Schiller had done
A wrong decision.
Having a gun will not necessarily make you better, but not having a gun will only make things worse. This is what Bruce has learned in the past two months. He has owned weapons several times, but many things cannot be solved by weapons.
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Schiller did not take another ride, but kept walking forward. Fortunately, it was not too far away from his target location, and the buildings of Living Hell were very conspicuous and could be seen from a long distance away.
After seeing the building of Living Hell and the direction Schiller was walking, Bruce knew that his goal was Living Hell.
After Schiller entered the living hell building, it finally started to rain. Bruce said: "I know who I should talk to when renting a house. I can talk to him, but you have to pay for it yourself. Do you have the money?"
"I don't have it, but you can go find the landlord first. I'll take a look around here." Schiller looked up at the light above his head and said, "I'll wait for you in this corridor."
Bruce didn't think too much. He turned and went downstairs to find the landlord inside the Living Hell. The security situation here was much better. He only needed to ask the owner of the house at the gate downstairs, and then he could go up and knock on the door.
When Bruce found the landlord and asked about the price, and then went back to find Schiller, he found that Schiller was not in the corridor, but in the corridor where all the doors were originally closed, one door was open.
He walked to the door and found Schiller standing in the living room, holding a pack of cigarettes with some disgust, seeming to be checking the brand.
Seeing Bruce appear, he turned around and said, "Oh, you're here? Please sit down."
The tone is reasonable
As if he were at home, and as if he had done nothing just now, Bruce looked at him from head to toe, from hair to instep. There was no trace of guilt, only relaxation and comfort.
Schiller lit the cigarette, took a puff, raised his head and blew out the smoke and said, "This is a two-bedroom house. If you rent one, you only need to pay me $5 a week in rent."
"Where is the original owner of this house?" Bruce asked standing outside the door. He said, "Every tenant here is registered, and you will be kicked out."
Just as he was talking about this, the landlord Bruce contacted came up and saw Bruce standing outside the door. He walked over with some doubts. Then he saw Schiller standing in the room. He asked with some doubts.
: "Who are you? Where's Joe?"
"Hello, I am Rodriguez, the owner of this house. It turns out that the intruder just now was named Joe. I scared him away. Thank you for worrying about my safety." Schiller stepped forward and said
I shook hands with the landlord.
The landlord was stunned, because what Schiller said was so natural that he really doubted his memory, and then he said: "No, what nonsense are you talking about? Are you drunk? I obviously understand
The one rented to is Joe, where are you from..."
"Anyway, today is a day worth celebrating." Schiller stepped up his feet and looked a little excited. He said, "Moving into a new house, someone should come to congratulate you. Bruce, come in quickly. There is also this gentleman. We can hold a celebration."
A small party..."
After saying that, he turned towards the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator door, and said, "Oh, not bad. There is also a pizza here. I remembered, I should have ordered it yesterday..."
In the gap where the refrigerator door opened, Bruce saw a chair leg covered in blood. Then he looked at the three chairs next to the square dining table. He hesitated before entering.
A "Gudong" sound came from behind him. He turned around and saw the landlord swallowing his saliva.
At this time, Schiller stood up from the refrigerator. He waved to the two of them and said, "Why don't you come in? There are three chairs here, just enough for us to sit..."
"No, no, Mr. Rodriguez, um... I'm just here to remind you that the rent is ten dollars a week, due on Wednesday next week." The landlord left immediately after saying that.
Bruce touched his chest and felt his conscience hurt a little, so he asked, "Where's the tenant named Joe?"
"I threw the intruder downstairs. Unfortunately, this is the third floor. I hope he can learn enough lessons."
Schiller turned and looked at Bruce and said, "It's an iron rule of Gotham that you don't break into other people's homes unless invited by the homeowner. Bruce, do you want to come to the housewarming party?"
Looking at Schiller walking towards him, Bruce shook his head instinctively, and then he heard Schiller say: "The second iron law of Gotham, if the landlord invites you, you'd better come in quickly."
Bruce watched helplessly as Schiller dragged a chair out from behind the door, then broke off a leg, pulled out most of the wooden thorns, and turned it into a sharp awl.
The moment he met Schiller's eyes, Bruce stepped on the doormat and said in a stiff tone: "Congratulations on your new home."
