"I found the truck and went back to announce to them that it was indeed a safe shelter for the night. They cheered and high-fived each other, but to my confusion, Jason didn't seem to be
So happy, he kept frowning and feeling a little worried..."
The squiggles of English appear on the white paper. In the afternoon, the weak sunlight shines through the curtains. When these words pass by, the scene created by the words becomes brighter.
The paper was slowly put down. Schiller behind him pushed up his glasses, picked up the coffee cup with his other hand, and took a sip of coffee.
Victor next to him leaned his head over and said, "What are you reading, a paper?"
"No, it's a travelogue. It was written by Bruce. Do you want to take a look?" Schiller handed the stack of papers to Victor. Victor took it and glanced at it carefully.
On the first page, he said with some surprise: "Is this really written by Bruce? What is written on it, 'my' actions, doesn't look like Bruce..."
"I have said that he is much better. If he hadn't learned a lot recently and thought a lot, you would only see a piece of nonsense philosophical speculation instead of a more readable travelogue like this."
Victor nodded and turned to the second page, and then said: "His writing style is quite good, concise and straightforward, but also more beautiful, and the environment and atmosphere are well created..."
Schiller picked up the empty coffee cup, walked to the coffee machine, turned around and said, "Read on, you will see more surprises."
The fragrant coffee liquid dripped into the cup, and the water level slowly rose, just like the streets of Gotham being hit by heavy rain again after the sun sets.
"Quick! Come up! You're the only one missing!" The eldest sister greeted another child. He said, "Why did you come back so late? Did you send it to the wrong place?"
The child climbed into the truck compartment in three steps at a time. He said: "Forget it, I am really unlucky today. The person who originally ordered the item doesn't want it. I still have to find a way to sell it."
"Come in, we have boiled hot water. You can take a bottle and warm your hands." The eldest sister gave him a plastic water bottle. The water bottle was deformed by the hot water. The child was stupid.
He smiled and said, "Thank you, but I'm not cold. Give it to those little guys."
The two dozen children in the carriage were tightly packed together, twelve on the left and eleven on the right. Almost everyone was wrapped in quilts, while several other older children were using extra clothes around the shed of the truck.
The tattered blankets and quilts came out to seal the gap.
After a while, Bruce came up with a wrench and said, "I went to check the car while the rain was light. The engine is not broken. The failure to start may be due to other problems. If it can be repaired today,
, we can drive to a higher ground."
The eldest sister waved her hand and said, "That's good. You'd better go to the cab in front to see Jason and bring this bottle of hot water. I'm afraid he'll be cold."
As soon as Bruce took the bottle, the eldest sister looked around and lowered her voice and said, "Later, if Jason tells you something crazy, don't agree to it. We can't stand the trouble anymore."
Bruce didn't know what she was referring to, but he nodded anyway, took the bottle of hot water, and walked to the cab of the truck.
After all, the cab has a roof, and the sealing is better. It's warmer here. Bruce put a blanket between the two seats and let Jason lie here. After he got in the car, he stuffed the water bottle into Jason's head.
Sen put him under the quilt and said to him: "The children have been arranged. You can have a sleep and you will be fine when you get up tomorrow morning."
Jason frowned, shook his head and said, "No, things are far from that simple. Can this car be repaired?"
"Okay, but what are you going to use it for? To pull goods? But that will happen after tomorrow." Bruce said, sitting next to the driver's seat.
"No, I'm going to use it tonight." Jason looked at Bruce and said, "Go and fix it while the rain is light. It will definitely come in handy tonight."
"Why can it be used tonight?" Bruce asked with some confusion: "What do you want to use it for?"
Jason swallowed and said with some difficulty: "Go to rescue people nearby, rescue the people from other children's gangs, ahem, tonight's storm is destined to be terrible, they will definitely not be able to stay in the basement, they will be forced out, and then
They get caught in the rain, but they can't die..."
Bruce's hand on the steering wheel paused for a moment. He looked at Jason and felt very surprised, because he knew that in such a poor environment as the slums, it was difficult to raise children with extra kindness.
Just when he was thinking this, Jason seemed to see through his thoughts. He said: "No, don't be stupid, I am not kind. Among the gangs in Gotham, all friendly actions are for profit."
He stood up with some difficulty and said: "It is not difficult to survive this rain, but we must consider what happens after surviving this rain."
"The drainage system cannot be restored so quickly, and it is likely to turn into a flood similar to a snowstorm. Then transportation will be inconvenient, and many people will count on their children to deliver things to them."
"However, the snowstorm has a slow process. Most children have anticipated that the temperature is about to drop. Most people have prepared firewood and can hide in the house to light a fire. As long as they don't stay outside for too long at night, they generally won't
Frozen to death."
"However, this storm came so quickly that most people were not prepared and they did not know how to repair their houses. Other kid gangs were not as lucky as us to get a truck."
"It rains heavily in the middle of the night and the leakage in the basement is too serious. They will definitely not be able to stay. They will be forced to the streets and then get wet in the rain. Although not everyone will catch a cold, many people will definitely get sick."
"Once they get sick, they lose the ability to work. There are many people who need children to deliver things, but there are few people who can deliver them. This will have very serious consequences."
"People have a hard need to buy things. The number of children who can work has dropped sharply. Once the demand cannot be met, they will find other ways instead of relying on these children..." Jason swallowed again and said:
"In that case, the new path we finally found will collapse again."
"It took them a long time to develop this habit. Once the children can no longer count on them, they will build a new system to replace us..."
Jason took a deep breath and said: "They will hire these children not out of charity, but because we are easy to use. They will not charge high prices like adults. They only need the supplies to survive."
"But if we are no longer useful, we will be abandoned by them. They will have the opportunity to find another way out, but we will not."
"So no matter how many conflicts I have had with other kid gangs in the past, this time, I have to save them." Jason coughed twice and said, "Otherwise, although I can muddle along peacefully now, there will be no future."
Bruce was stunned. His eyes were a little straight when he looked at Jason. He really didn't understand how an eleven-year-old could see the interpersonal supply and demand and industrial patterns of the entire city so clearly.
Why is he so far-sighted?
"Bruce. I promised to help you, but I'm sorry. Now you have to help me first, fix the car quickly, and then tell them that this is what I meant..." Jason said anxiously: "It will be late if it's too late.
It's too late, we must rescue all the children on this street to ensure that the industrial chain here does not collapse after the flood."
Bruce reached out his hand and slowly touched Jason's forehead. He stayed there for a moment, and then said: "Jason, you have to think carefully. Even if I can repair the car, in this weather and this terrain,
If you drive in the city, the car will be bumpy and your wounds may burst..."
"Moreover, even if this is a heavy-duty truck, there is not enough space to accommodate the children of the entire Gotham City."
"I know all this." Jason said immediately: "If we can save a street, we will save a street. If we can save an entire block, we will save an entire block. As long as part of the industrial chain is complete, then we will
We have the opportunity to prove to other regions that we are the best."
Bruce's fingers trembled, and for the first time he felt a strange emotion well up in his heart. He didn't know if it was what ordinary people call sadness, but he remembered this feeling for a long time, and it was still with him for a long time when he wrote.
Can't forget.
The words generated by intense emotions always have a different kind of appeal. In addition to recording them in travel notes, it is still indispensable to express emotions to the closest people.
"Don't you think this is amazing? Selena, I don't know why he can think so long-term and make this miraculous decision so decisively. He is really a genius."
On the roof of Wayne Tower, Batman and Catwoman stood together, looking at the setting sun on the horizon. Selina smiled and said: "Do you think he is a genius? Then you will know soon, Gotham
There are geniuses everywhere.”
"Why do you say that?" Batman asked.
"You were born with endless resources and countless wealth for you to squander, so of course you don't know how much potential a person can unleash when he is forced to a dead end." Catwoman shrugged and said:
"If you are forced to a dead end several times, you should learn to do things you don't know how to do, and do things you can't do."
"You think that we are all selfish bad guys, but I have to tell you that in order to survive, the people of Gotham have unity, strength and sacrifice that you can't imagine. We are each other's enemies and also each other's benefactors.
, we regard each other as enemies and relatives."
"You must know, Batman, that in extremely harsh environments, nothing is more reliable than the collective, and gangs are actually a manifestation of collective will."
"What? Are you shocked?" Catwoman turned to look at Bruce and said: "The gang does not represent chaos, on the contrary, the gang represents order, and it is the order brought by collective consciousness."
"You think gangsters follow so many rules and are just looking for trouble. You think we should just be in chaos and have no scruples."
"But in fact, the truth is exactly the opposite of what you think. The Gotham gang is the most orderly and disciplined gang in the world. This is not because we are the kindest and most far-sighted..."
"It's just because the conditions here are the worst, and we must be the most united to fight against the deepest darkness."