The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Ten minutes later, Bruce looked at Jack sitting in the passenger seat, wiped his eyes with a tissue, made exaggerated gestures on purpose, and said in a strange tone: Oh, the joke you told is so funny, I It's been a long time since I smiled so happily!

What's so funny? Bruce asked, looking straight ahead.

Suddenly, Jack put his head close to Bruce, almost pressed against his face, and asked him with wide eyes: Do you need to eat? Are you hungry? I still have bread in the car, do you want to eat?

No, I'm not hungry. Bruce replied, but soon, Jack pierced him. He put his head near Bruce's stomach and said, I heard your stomach growling. You must be hungry. Come and eat. A piece of bread!

Jack took out his unfinished bread from his pocket, sniffed his nose vigorously and said, This is left over from last night, but it tastes really good, don't you want some?

No. Bruce refused again. Even if he starved to death, he would not eat the clown's food. Who knows what kind of bomb he stuffed there?

Jack suddenly became quiet. Holding the half of the bread in his hand, he sat upright on the passenger seat, looked at the congested traffic ahead and said, Why didn't you ask me this question earlier?...Why didn't you earlier?

What's the problem? Bruce looked at them.

How to eat without money?... You just asked me, you should have asked me earlier. Jack suddenly changed his expression, he straightened his messy hair, and rubbed his eyes.

What's wrong with that? Bruce asked again.

It's nothing. Jack shook his head suddenly, as if he didn't want to talk anymore. After a while, he asked again: Have you made any money?

Not yet. Bruce stepped on the accelerator, and the car moved forward a short distance, but stopped again.

Jack became strangely quiet, as if he didn't exist. Bruce drove the truck forward intermittently. After being stuck on the viaduct for more than an hour, he finally approached the distribution point.

At the distribution point, Bruce found out. The person who came to pick up the goods today was a stranger, and he didn't seem to be a good person.

Bruce picked up the gun he just bought. The moment the group of people saw the gun, their expressions changed. The bald head of the leader winked at the back, and a thin man behind him stepped forward, and looked at Bruce indifferently. She curled her lips and said, Are you new here? Do you know the rules of the distribution point?

These days, with Batman's genius and learning ability, he has already figured out the underlying rules. He didn't say much at all, he just loaded the bullet, raised his gun and said, I only know the rules of this thing.

Only then did the bald man come up and say, Okay, don't get too excited, we don't want any accidents. After all, now is a good time to make money. If you lie in the hospital, you won't earn a penny. arrive.

Which warehouse should I go to? Bruce touched the handle of the gun again and asked, and the skinny man said again: You go to No. 4 warehouse and wait in line for unloading.

Bruce pointed the gun at him, pulled the trigger falsely, and said, Don't try to trick me, the parking space in No. 4 garage is the smallest, and it takes half an hour to turn around. Let me go to No. 8 garage.

Don't go too far. The skinny man raised his voice and said, No. 8 warehouse is only a place for street gangs on Green Street. You are a country bumpkin from Cross Square, and you still want to go to No. 8 warehouse?

The bald head also persuaded: New here, don't think that you are great because you have a gun. Everyone here has a gun. We don't take it out because we don't want to waste bullets. Let's open a back door for you. You go to warehouse No. 5 to unload, the place there is the third largest...

Bruce was unmoved, he said: If you don't let me go to warehouse 8 to unload, I will unload here.

talking. He was about to turn around and open the warehouse door. At this moment, the bald man changed his face. He quickly walked up to Bruce, stopped him, and said through gritted teeth, My boy, who taught you?

Seeing his expression, Bruce knew that this trick was easy to use. Is this the trick he got when he invited an old truck driver from Cross Square to have a meal yesterday?

The gang guarding the distribution point are not afraid of you threatening him with a gun. After all, as he said, who doesn't have a gun here? They probably have more bullets.

What they are afraid of is. You move the car to the center and pile all the goods to the door. In that case, the cars behind will not be able to get in, and there will be too many trucks in a mess. They still have to unclog, and they don't want to do anything else this afternoon.

Moreover, if there is a car transporting valuables and it is blocked on the road, and the leaders of the big gangs are questioned, everyone will be unlucky.

Ordinary truck drivers don't use this trick, either because they don't know it, or because they are worried that they will offend too many people, but Bruce is not afraid at all, he doesn't have those intricate relationships, and he is not afraid of wearing shoes if he is barefoot.

The bald head also saw this, and said in a low voice, Let's each take a step back and unload the goods at Warehouse No. 7.

I'm going to number 8, or there's no way. Bruce stared at him, and then said, I've taken a step back, don't think I don't know, number 8 is not the best warehouse, the one on the east corner of number 9 Behind the corner, there is another dedicated delivery...

Okay, stop talking. The bald man looked around and said, You know a lot, but you'd better keep your mouth shut, otherwise it won't do you any good.

After finishing speaking, he waved to the people behind him and said, Let him go to warehouse No. 8 to unload the goods!

Bruce held the gun and returned to the driver's seat. Jack, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, applauded vigorously and said, You're doing really well, Mr. Truck Driver. You've only worked for a week and you've figured out all the tricks!

Bruce said as he turned, A week is still too long. I should have figured this stuff out in three days.

Jack lit a cigarette, and Bruce frowned and said, Don't smoke in my car.

I'll just smoke one. Jack put his hand out of the car window very familiarly, shook the ash and said, In three days, learn how to drive a truck in Gotham, and then, what are you going to do?

As soon as Bruce was about to speak, Jack took a deep puff of his cigarette and said, Then end your stupid experience of life, go back to Wayne Building, and tell those shareholders that life in the slums is nothing more than that.

You will tell them that those poor people really don't know how to work hard at all, and they deserve to be unable to afford food.

Those beggars squatting on the side of the road, can't they spend three days learning how to drive a truck? Since they are so lazy, when they have no money to eat, they shouldn't ask rich people for it, anyway. They brought it on to themselves.

Jack's tone was very calm, without any anger at all, he put a cigarette into his mouth and said: Then, on that night, you will put on a bat suit worth hundreds of millions of dollars and come to the slums where you have experienced life, Beat up those who make things difficult for you.

You feel that you vented your anger for the people here, and realized their dream of beating up those villains just now, which they have never realized.

They didn't sing praises to you, and even published newspapers to slander you. You think they really don't know good from bad, and don't deserve to be saved.

Then, you stand on the top of the Wayne Building again, thinking, a hero always bears a lot of infamy, it is your destiny not to be understood, the world kisses you badly, but you repay it with a song, never forget Your good nature...

The smoke slowly drifted away, and Jack flicked the ash out of the car window again and said, Batman, that's why I said that people who disguise themselves as bats are crazy.

Have you ever thought that this society doesn't need you at all, and everything you do is just to move yourself.

People are so good at calling things they don't need trash, we're both trash thrown out, but only you, feel like a hero.

They see you as trash, but you see yourself as a god who saves them. Jack turned to look at Bruce and said, Batman, we have never looked down on you, because your every move is saying, this What society does is right.

But in fact, they are narrow-minded, and everything they don't need will be called rubbish by them.

There is a lot of rubbish thrown out by the society. We all regard this ugly society as a game, enjoy ourselves here, and laugh.

Only you, with a mournful face, as if the master who threw you out treated you so well and was something worth looking forward to.

Jack threw the cigarette butt out the window and said, It looks ugly, like a dog abandoned by its owner.

Bruce turned to Jack and said, Are you done? Don't you have your own truck?

You're asking the point again. Jack turned to look at him, smiled and said, I used to have it, but now I don't have it.

Why not? Bruce asked again.

That's the last question.

what is the problem?

How can I eat without money? Jack shrugged and said, How can I buy a truck without money?

What about your old car? Bruce asked.

I'll think about it. Jack nodded his temples, made a thinking expression and said, Is it the first week of becoming a truck driver... or the second week? My car was set on fire gone.

I can't remember exactly why. Either I didn't load the goods according to the gangster's intention, or I didn't give these warehouse managers any benefits. Anyway, one day, when I was going out, I saw raging fire...·

Jack held out a hand in front of his face and waved it. Said: I saw the new car I bought burnt down. It rained that night, but the rain couldn't do anything to put out such a fire. It was burned to a wreck right in front of my eyes...

At first, I went crazy trying to put out the fire. The flames burned my eyebrows and burned my face, but then, the rain became heavier...

Accompanied by Jack's voice, the rain fell, and when it hit the ground, it made a crackling sound, and the crackling sound of the flames rang in my ears. In the rainy night, the flames of the truck being lit were particularly vigorous.

A black figure stood in front of the flame, quietly watching it burn, like a traveler who has exhausted his last strength in the snowy night.

Physical strength, time, and painstaking efforts were all exhausted in the long night, and he had no other firewood to burn, only to burn the hope of the future.

He used this flame to keep warm, hoping that he would not be frozen to death tonight, but he would not have to spend tonight again, because tomorrow, there will be no sun.

In the middle of the rainy night, he sat on the ground, raised his head, and quietly watched the flames of the truck burn. The rain fell on him, but it didn't fall on the ground, but disappeared into his body like a baby returning to its mother's arms. in vivo.

Seeing the rich and warm flames, the traveler danced excitedly, genuinely happy for the last night of carnival.

As the flames rose, he laughed, a deafening, insane laugh that pierced the dark Gotham skies.

Because he knew that it was because of this fire that he finally had a chance to laugh, piercing the dark clouds and covering the city.

It was this fire that burned away his mask of being disciplined by poverty and hardship, allowing him to show a sincere smile and make such a great move.

Instead, like all masked people, they walked into that good night gently, as this society wants them to do, making noise and dying silently.