The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Bruce first looked at Schiller and said to him: There is a rule in this game, that is, you cannot use any special abilities.

Schiller followed his gaze 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, and Schiller finally disappeared the umbrella out of thin air. He said, Well, a world where you have to buy an umbrella yourself is really cruel. Come on, where is your home?

Are you going to live in my house? Aren't you going to find a home for yourself? Bruce asked again.

Schiller took a deep breath and said, Bruce Wayne, I hope you can treat a teacher who has been chasing you for more than two months for papers, checking your homework for more than two months, and urging you for more than two months. , with a little basic respect.

You insist on letting me live in the slums to experience life. Not only do you not allow me to bring money and abilities, but you don't even allow me to bring an umbrella. Now you still plan to let me find a house by myself on the first night?!

Why, in the past two months, your failed slum life has not made you realize that, respecting the teacher, it is you who have become a stray dog ​​physically and most psychologically. Not much of a humane way?

Hearing what Schiller said, Bruce breathed a sigh of relief. Schiller's state just now was so strange that he even felt that Schiller had softened his heart.

Thankfully, his professor was back to normal in just a few minutes, back to his equal hating-everyone style.

So Bruce nodded and said, My home is a bit far away. If you want to come, it may take a long time.

Then why don't we take a ride? Schiller asked rhetorically.

There are no taxis here, Bruce replied, How do you know which car is available if you want a ride?

Why do you have to judge? Schiller looked Bruce up and down, as if he felt that there was something wrong with his mind, and Bruce made a gesture of invitation, which meant you play it yourself.

Schiller shrugged his shoulders lightly, but he didn't set his eyes on the road, but 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 took over again.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because Schiller walked into that nightclub, and after a while, a person was dragged out of it.

Judging by his attire, he should be the security guard of the nightclub. He was lying on the ground unconscious. Schiller pulled the gun out of his hand, opened the magazine to check the bullets, and reinstalled the magazine. Then load.

He carried the shotgun and stood in the middle of the road. After a screeching sound of the brakes, the truck driver was pointed at the head by a gun before he could blurt out his curses.

Schiller stood by the window and shook his head at Bruce to tell him where he was going, and 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? Do you dare to intercept the goods of the Viper Gang? !

We don't want the goods. Schiller said very calmly: We will give you a location, and you can drive there.

The driver who was yelling just now suddenly took on a crying tone, and he said: The goods...the goods are here for you, please let me go, I have not offended you...

Get in the car. Schiller turned his head again, looked at Bruce who was still standing there, and said, What are you still doing, go open the cargo compartment door.

After speaking, he went straight into the car and sat in the passenger seat, but put the gun away. The driver didn't dare to move at all, even though he had another gun in his hand.

Schiller glanced at the watch on his wrist, pushed his glasses and said, Can you arrive before 9 o'clock?

Yes... yes, as long as there is no traffic jam... well, I can definitely. The driver swallowed his saliva, glanced at Schiller secretly, then said nothing, stepped on the accelerator, and ran wildly.

The original half-hour journey was compressed into 15 minutes. After getting out of the car, Bruce was shaken to the point of vomiting. After getting out of the car, Schiller pointed to the front with the gun and said, Where is your home? Lead the way. Bar.

Bruce stared at the truck speechlessly, and it disappeared into the night of Gotham at a speed like a desperate flight, so fast that even the exhaust gas could not be seen.

He could only lead the way, because now Schiller had a gun and he didn't.

You killed the security guard? Bruce asked.

Of course not, why should I kill him? Schiller looked around while walking, and Bruce asked again, How did you stun him? Did you cheat?

Schiller shook his head and said: It's very simple, make a little noise in the grocery room next to it, lure one of them away, then take the vase from the grocery room, and hit it on the back of the head, don't say it's me, Anyone taller than 1.6 meters can do it.

Bruce was silent, then, he walked to the shallows in front of him, pointed to one of the cans and said to Schiller: This is my home, but it looks like you shouldn't be able to live there.

Schiller looked around the surrounding environment. Bruce's house is not the only one. All kinds of buildings in the canning area are basically in the same style. To say that they are war-damaged is a bit insulting to Syria.

You live here? Schiller's voice was distorted by the sea breeze, but Bruce didn't intend to go around in circles at all. He pointed to the unburned fire next to him and said, We have to light the fire before it rains. Get up, otherwise it will never light up.

Schiller looked up at the sky. It was cloudy now, and it must be raining soon. He pointed his gun at Bruce and said, It seems that we still have to find a house urgently tonight.

finished. Schiller went out, and Bruce followed him. Schiller looked back at the tent where he lived and said, This kind of architectural art is still a bit too early for human beings.

And before leaving the shallows, Schiller dropped the gun on the ground, and Bruce opened his eyes for a moment, as if he didn't understand why he did it.

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 speaking, he stepped up the steps leaving the shallows. Bruce had to admit that he was a little moved when he saw the gun that 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 it better, but not having a gun will only make it worse. This is what Bruce has learned in the past two months. He has owned a weapon several times, but many things cannot be solved by weapons. .

Schiller didn't take another car, but walked straight ahead. Fortunately, this was not too far from his target location, and the building of the living hell was very conspicuous, and could be seen from a long distance away.

After seeing the building of the living hell, and the direction Schiller was walking in, Bruce knew it. His goal is to live hell.

After Schiller entered the living hell building, it finally rained. Bruce said: I know who to turn to for renting a house. I can talk to him, but you have to pay the money yourself. Do you have money?

I don't have one, but you can go to the landlord first, I'll walk 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 about it. He turned and went downstairs to find the landlord inside the living hell. The security situation here is much better. You only need to ask the owner of the house at the doorpost downstairs, and you can go up and knock on the door.

When Bruce found the landlord to ask about the price, and then went back to find Schiller, he found that Schiller was not in the corridor, but a door was opened in the corridor where all the doors were closed.

He walked to the door and found Schiller standing in the living room, holding a pack of cigarettes with some disgust, as if checking the sign.

Seeing Bruce appear, he turned his head and said, Oh, you're here? Please sit down.

His tone was taken for granted as if he was at home, and his expression was as calm as if he hadn't done anything just now. Bruce looked at him from head to toe, from hair to instep, without any guilt, only relaxed and comfortable.

Schiller lit the cigarette, took a puff, raised his head and exhaled the smoke. This is a two-bedroom house. If you rent one, you only need to pay me $5 a week for 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 evicted.

Just as he was talking about this, the landlord that Bruce contacted came up and saw Bruce standing outside the door. He walked over with some doubts, and then saw Schiller standing in the room, he asked with some doubts : Who are you? Where's Joe?

Hi, I'm Rodriguez, the owner of this house. It turned out that the intruder just now was called Joe. I frightened him away. Thank you for worrying about my safety. Schiller stepped forward, Shake 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 clearly It was rented to Joe, where did you come from...

Anyway, today is a day worth celebrating. Schiller stepped on his feet, looking a little excited, he said: We have moved to a new house, someone should come to congratulate, Bruce, come in, and this gentleman, we can host A little party...

finished. He turned and walked towards the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator door, and said, Oh, it's not bad, there is also a pizza here, I remembered, I should have ordered it yesterday...

In the gap where the refrigerator door was opened, Bruce saw a bloody chair leg, and then looked at the three chairs next to the square dining table, he hesitated to enter the door.

A gudong came from behind him, and when he turned around, he saw the landlady's drooling expression.

And 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 on...

No, no, Mr. Rodriguez, that... I'm here, just to remind you that the rent is ten dollars a week, and the rent is due next Wednesday. The landlord left immediately after speaking.

Bruce touched his chest and felt his conscience hurt a little, so he asked, Where's the tenant named Joe!

The intruder was thrown downstairs by me. Unfortunately, this is the third floor. I hope he can learn enough lessons.

Schiller turned to look at Bruce and said, Gotham's iron law, don't break into other people's houses unless you are invited by the owner, Bruce, are you coming to the housewarming party?

Seeing Schiller walking towards him, Bruce shook his head instinctively, and then he heard Schiller say: The second iron law of Gotham, if the owner of the house invites you, you'd better come in quickly.

Bruce watched helplessly as Schiller dragged out a chair from behind the door, then broke off a leg, pulled out most of the wooden thorns, and turned into a sharp awl.

The moment he met Schiller's eyes, Bruce stepped onto the door rug and said in a stiff tone, Congratulations on the housewarming.