"Eddie? Come with me." The janitor hobbled up to the second floor. It is located at the junction of Las Vegas and Hell's Kitchen. The houses here have absolutely nothing to do with comfort.<
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Even the cement-paved steps are full of potholes, comparable to the water-filled stone roads in the alleys outside.
Eddie smelled the pungent rotten smell in the air and wiped his nose impatiently. Later, he discovered that this action did not reduce the smell, and even the oil stains from the pancakes on his hands were covered with it.
Between his nose.
As a result, his nasal cavity is now filled with the smell of smelly socks that have not been washed for several days.
This smell was something he had smelled after he graduated from Gotham High School, couldn't find a job for a while, and lived a makeshift life.
At that time, he was slightly better than he is now, but Eddie is not completely pessimistic about life now.
With his many years of experience as a reporter, he can definitely make a comeback. He is so determined.
The uncle who looked after the door pushed open the old wooden door, turned sideways and said, "This is the only double room left. It's twenty-five federal dollars a day, and the rent is paid in cash. Tonight is not included."
Eddie's gaze crossed the uncle's bald head with sparse hair and fell into the dimly lit room.
I saw a cockroach scurrying out from the cracks in the floor indoors, and slipped right in front of them.
Eddie looked strange: "This..."
"Don't worry about this." The uncle stepped on the cockroach to death with a normal expression. With such skillful movements, it looked as if he would step on it every day.
"What you need to pay attention to is that this is a double room with two keys. As for how you arrange the activity space, or even any inexplicable quarrels that occur, our rental company will not deal with it, or in other words, if it really affects
As for the lives of other residents, we can only ask you to leave here."
Eddie nodded: "Understood."
Therefore, this is his next stop.
This is his current home.
However, this home no longer has the pretty girlfriend Anne and the big soft bed.
There was only a sloppy man lying on his side on the bed, and a hard bed of a strange color.
Hearing the creak of the door, the man with greasy hair finally turned over and looked at the person with his sleepy eyes.
Eddie threw his suitcase on the ground and sent a friendly signal: "Eddie Brock, your roommate, should you say this?"
"Bruce Banner, just call me Banner. I'm not interested in the relationship between us. Maybe you might disappear into this room while I'm sleeping." Banner turned his head away, clearly not wanting to talk to you again.
Eddie has more to talk about.
Eddie, who originally wanted to know the situation, could only temporarily put his thoughts aside. Besides, he was also disgusted with people who spoke unclearly. What does it mean to "may disappear in this room"?
What a strange person, and looking at him like that, he seems to be being hunted.
Eddie shrugged: "Funny guy."
Then, he threw his body onto the hard bed. It's hard to imagine the pain at that moment.
Because a wooden thorn seemed to be stuck in his back.
"Shet!"
Eddie cursed, and after pulling out all the wooden thorns on the hard bed, he touched his back.
"Did the wooden thorn at the back fall off by itself? Forget it, no matter how much, after a busy day, it's time to take a good squint, the famous gold medal reporter, Mr. Eddie Bullock." Eddie lied down with a forced smile.
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Then, he heard the sound of percussion coming from next door.