The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Bruce left, perhaps for the sake of the gun in his hand, and the strong man didn't bother.

Driving the truck that was about to fall apart, biting the tasteless bread, Bruce felt relaxed. It was better to have no money than to be in debt. At least the consequence of having no money now is just to be hungry. If you really owe the gang Usury, I'm afraid it will be really troublesome.

He deeply realized that he was no longer the omnipotent Batman, he was in a very bad state now, he had never been so embarrassed in his life.

He has not eaten enough food for many days in a row, and he has consumed a lot of energy. He has lost at least a dozen catties, and his cold has improved a lot, but his throat has been hurting, and it seems to have turned into bronchitis, and his stomach is still not used to this place. I still have diarrhea at every turn.

In this case, Bruce couldn't use force with those strong gangsters, because he couldn't accept the consequences of not being able to beat those gangsters.

When he was Batman, if he didn't hit a mobster like he did when he was just Batman and got lime in the eye and fell off the top of the cage and fell into the trash can, the consequences would be, He returned to Wayne Manor in a bit of a mess, cleaned the expensive uniform, bandaged the wound, checked his eyes, put some eye drops, and went upstairs to rest.

But now, he was beaten up by members of the gang and fell from the roof of the building. Not to mention the possible risk of fracture or organ rupture, he would not be able to accept the result of twisting his hands and feet, because that would It is impossible to drive.

If you don't drive, you can't make money. If you don't make money, you won't have money to eat. If you don't eat, you'll be weaker. Weaker means easier to bully. More bullying means easier to get hurt. And easier to Injury means that you can only earn less money...

Bruce now understands a little bit why the foreman said that no one who entered the canning area can come out.

Because once you step into this poor river, you can't go upstream, everything can only slide towards the irreversible abyss, until at a certain point, you fall from the waterfall, and you are smashed to pieces.

Fortunately, in the next few days, Bruce's luck was not bad. He lived a stable life for a few days, saved dozens of dollars, and made some friends among the truck drivers.

He gradually figured out the rules here, and finally got to eat this meal. At this time, a master in a truck group approached Bruce and said that he wanted to invite him to play this weekend.

Before, Bruce also had activities with other truck drivers, but most of their activities were to find a delicious barbecue restaurant to eat barbecue, or take group orders, and share the money with everyone.

Bruce just wants to make money now, not interested in playing, but the old truck driver is the head of another small group. The goods in the factory cost a lot of money, Bruce thought about it, and decided to go with him to see if he could meet someone from the farm outside the city.

The old master brought Bruce to a nightclub. Bruce no longer had the conditions to use ginger juice instead of beer, so he drank some, but fortunately, his alcohol capacity was better than ordinary people, so he didn't feel drunk.

After three rounds of wine and five tastes of food, the main show is finally about to start. Several girls leaned on them. Bruce smelled the strong smell of their annual holiday perfume and felt nauseous.

Everyone else was having a good time, but the downgrading of consumption was like Bruce jumping off a cliff, he couldn't even maintain his playful expression.

These girls, not to mention being compared with those glamorous courtesans, even the most ordinary waiters in the restaurants that Bruce usually goes in and out, are much more temperamental than them.

Bruce started pretending to be drunk, and went to the bathroom to vomit. Those girls didn't like to hang out with young boys like him. They knew he had no money. Those old truck drivers, although their hands and feet were not clean, they still shot. Generous.

Like Bruce, other young people who came for the first time were courteous. They enjoyed the feeling of being sought after, and they were even willing to spend money on drinks for these girls.

Bruce pretended to have gastroenteritis and left the scene with vomiting and diarrhea. After a while, he saw these people came to the alley behind, took one of them away, and got into their respective trucks.

Bruce, who returned alone, didn't feel regretful, he just felt lucky to have escaped from death, and he felt that if he breathed the same air with these people for a second longer, he would get sick.

The next morning, the refreshed teacher found Bruce again. He felt sorry for not being able to have fun with him yesterday, and invited him to play again this evening. Bruce wanted to decline, but unexpectedly, he The boss of the small group he was in also went, and Bruce had no choice but to follow.

Fortunately, there were no girls left this time. A dozen or so people had a few rounds of drinking, and the tables were removed to play cards.

Two people fight against each other, and there are more than a dozen people betting. When the atmosphere is heated, it takes a day of driving to earn a single bill, and the moment you let go, you throw it on the table. Seeing everyone's disdain, the eyes of the boss staring over will be brighter than a light bulb.

Bruce just watched and couldn't leave the game, which quickly caused dissatisfaction, but he didn't choose to stand outside the table and call, but went off to play cards by himself.

There are no bugs, no monitors, and Bruce doesn't have his own clairvoyant eyes. His superb IQ allows him to remember every card, find out the way of the cards on the field and in his hand, and generally speaking, he wins more than he loses, But after the show was over, he was yelled at to treat him to dinner.

Come back the next day, more losses than wins, and being urged to win back, Bruce felt for the first time that the entertainment time after work is not so precious, he would rather go to work late.

In order to avoid this kind of annoying bad social interaction, Bruce decided to expedite the delivery at night. The night train makes more money, but it is also more difficult to drive.

Driving at night is easy to get sleepy, especially in the first few days, when the jet lag is not reversed, all other truck drivers smoke marijuana to refresh themselves, but Bruce is determined not to smoke, so he crashed the next day.

Fortunately, the collision was not severe, just a slight bump. There is no traffic police and no insurance here. The liability system mainly depends on who has the most bullets in the gun. With a strong body, the two decided to go back to their respective homes and repair their cars.

Nothing else happened. The key was that one of the headlights was damaged. When driving at night, high beams are very important. Bruce found a car repair shop, negotiated the price for two hours, and finally replaced it with a brand new high beam. , not second-hand, the price is that the money he saved has bottomed out again.

Why is it so hard to save money? Bruce wondered why.

He didn't know whether he was unlucky or there was something wrong with the way he did things. Couldn't he adapt quickly enough?

Three days of stable work, one week to solve food and clothing, half a month to get acquainted in the industry, and now it is almost a month. Apart from still being penniless, the biggest achievement I have made is that I am still alive.

Bruce couldn't find a reference object, so he didn't know if his situation was normal. He wanted to ask someone he could trust, and then looked around, there was no trustworthy person here.

Then he discovered that the most trustworthy person in this circle turned out to be Jack the Clown.

Through the various situations he observed before, Bruce discovered that Jack the Clown should be regarded as a pretty good truck driver. The bread he bought was half the price of his own, not to mention, he could also eat fried chicken.

This is the first time Batman has taken the initiative to find the Joker, but not to put him in prison, but to see if this madman is better than him.

The result disappointed him greatly, the clown was so good.

When Bruce found Jack, he was smoking at the door of the garage. Bruce's first reaction was not to stop him from smoking, but to see what kind of cigarette he was smoking. He found that the clown was smoking a pack of 20 cents. Good smoke, Bruce turned and wanted to leave.

But Jack found him. He looked at Bruce with a cigarette in his mouth and said, Look, isn't this our performance champion? It seems that you haven't eaten very well in the past few days. Hasn't your mother bat fed you?

Jack went to the curb and squatted down, and Bruce squatted beside him.

Jack handed Bruce a cigarette, but Bruce didn't pick it up, not because he insisted on not smoking, but because he didn't even have a match.

It was impossible for him to lean over and ask Jack to light a cigarette for him. Just like Jack's hands and feet, if his hands trembled and ignited the several kilograms of explosives on his body, the two of them would have to go to the god of death to decide who was better.

Haven't you ever imagined that one day you could sit and chat with me peacefully by the side of the road? Jack breathed out a puff of smoke and said, And you're still jealous of me, jealous that I'm better than you, richer than you .”

You're dreaming. Bruce looked at the street in front of him and said, I'm not jealous of you, I don't have any money right now, it's just because my hours are too short, if I'm as experienced as you, I'll be like you rich.

If your useless self-esteem could be exchanged for money, you wouldn't have to sleep in a truck. Jack pouted, and said, You know what? I don't want to cause bombings at all right now. I don't want this question to change. It's even harder, because even if it's that simple, you can't get it right.

I'm going to find out sooner or later. Bruce put his hands on his knees and said, Just look for it here, look for them, and if I find the answer, Batman will come back and I'll send you in prison.

Don't you think that sounds like a blessing to me? Jack said. Bless me to get three meals a day without labor, without the risk of starvation, and at the taxpayer's expense.

Bruce stood up and leaned against the electric pole beside him. He didn't refute Jack's words, because he found that what the clown said was really fucking right, because his current life is worse than going to prison.

The clown put his hands on his knees, put his chin on his arms and said:

I don't need to deal with you anymore, because you have chosen a more difficult opponent. He is much stronger and crazier than me.

In this world, the only thing I admit to being crazier than myself is reality.

Batman, I even want to help you. Only when you climb out of the baby's cradle can you know what the most hopeless thing in this world is.

The last scene Bruce saw while leaning on the telegraph pole was the back of the clown limping away in the setting sun. He didn't ignite explosives, didn't laugh crazily, but did something even crazier ——

He left Batman $100, enough for him to rent a house.