Chapter 1166 Professor (Twenty-Nine)

In the spring of 1992, the ice and snow had just melted, and the wounds of the last disaster were healing. The streets and alleys of Gotham finally regained some vitality, and pedestrians and cars began to come and go in the busiest and most prosperous commercial street.

People who walked back to the streets were surprised to find that a new store had opened at the end of the alley of the busiest and most prosperous commercial street, and what shocked them even more was that it was a bookstore.

Opening a bookstore in Gotham? This is like a not-so-funny joke, revealing absurdity everywhere.

But this bookstore happened to be opened in such a prime location, and even though it was deserted, there was no publicity.

The reopened stores often held many welcoming activities. At the door of a bakery on the left side of the bookstore, a fat lady held a plate and gave passers-by bread for tasting. A hair salon on the right hired several children to distribute flyers.

But the door of this bookstore was deserted and empty, which made people wonder, what kind of business genius dared to have such confidence and expect a bookstore to be able to afford such a high rent in the city center?

However, soon, people who were curious about this bookstore on the streets and alleys found that this bookstore was not without customers, but the customers seemed very mysterious.

They often wore dark windbreakers, scarves wrapped half of their faces, and lowered the brim of their hats. They neither took cars nor rode bicycles, but walked out of a certain alley and walked to the bookstore.

However, from some details, it can still be judged that the guests coming and going are either rich or noble, because their clothes are very neat, some hold umbrellas, and some hold civilized sticks.

Guests rarely come alone, and there is always a burly and expressionless person behind them. When the person in front walks in, the person following will guard the door.

Many old hands who are familiar with the streets and alleys are telling their children not to have any ideas about the bookstore. They can all see where the customers of the bookstore come from.

"I really didn't expect you to come so early." Schiller walked up and hugged Evans warmly, and then gently hugged Evans' wife. Evans has been married for a few months, and it seems that the two have a good relationship and are very well matched.

Evans smiled brightly and said, "Professor, you opened a shop, so of course I have to come here as soon as possible to show my support. Isa and I got up early, so we should be the first ones, right?"

"Of course, the only one who got here earlier than you was the newspaper boy who brought me breakfast." Schiller pointed to the unfinished bread on his table. The current godfather's wife, the blonde girl called Isa by Evans, smiled and said, "Sorry, professor, I disturbed you while you were having breakfast. I asked Evans not to be so anxious, but he didn't listen."

"It doesn't matter." Schiller shook his head, looked at her gently and said, "I heard that you are from the Metropolitan? Did you two meet when you were rehearsing a play?"

Isa nodded shyly and said, "Yes, I am a small town girl. , my family runs a dairy farm, I was admitted to the Metropolitan Academy of Arts, and I just graduated this year. "

Evans also said excitedly: "Gotham University's cheerleading dance group wanted to perform traditional dramas during the school anniversary, so they invited teachers and students from the Metropolitan Academy of Arts to lead them in rehearsals. That's when I met Isa."

"That's really a special fate." Schiller commented: "There are not many girls who are brave enough to come to Gotham."

Isa smiled and said: "Actually, it's okay. My classmates are very curious about this city. The rap culture here is amazing. It is also the place with the strongest street culture on the East Coast. If it weren't for the high prices, they would definitely want to come here for tourism."

Schiller picked up a little surprised Eyebrows asked: "Aren't they worried about the insecurity?"

"Don't you know? An intern reporter from a metropolitan daily published a travel guide to Gotham, specifically pointing out a relatively safe travel route. Someone has already tried it. As long as you follow his guide, it will not only be safe, but you can also experience the characteristics of this city."

Evans laughed out loud as if he couldn't hold it back, then coughed twice, looked at Schiller and said: "Professor, can you imagine? These special tourist attractions actually include staying up late at night, standing in front of the hotel window, waiting for Batman to appear!"

Schiller was stunned for a moment, and then laughed with Evans. He covered his mouth and laughed while saying: "You mean, Batman has also become a special tourist attraction in Gotham One of the attractions?"

"Of course! He is very attractive!" Isa raised her voice and said, "You can't see a man with such a perfect figure in any city in the world, wearing equipment worth hundreds of millions of dollars, standing on the top of a building worth more than ten billion and looking into the distance!"

"My former sisters in the art academy asked me which room to book in the hotel to see him. They were almost fascinated by his chin!"

"But I heard that before, his reputation was a bit bad..." Schiller asked with a little doubt. Isa was stunned for a moment and said, "Bad reputation? What's wrong with his reputation? Besides, bad reputation has nothing to do with tourists, right? Those people want to see him just because he is handsome. "

Schiller nodded and said, "That's right. "

Isa raised her head and looked inside the bookstore, and said: "I think your bookstore should also be very popular with them. College students like pretentious European literature, especially hardcover books, even if they buy it back If you don’t want to read it, you can also collect it.”

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Schiller's eyes lit up, he looked at Isa and said, "I'm worried that my bookstore will have no business. After all, you know, people in Gotham don't like to read books, and few people like to buy hardcover books, let alone Not to mention those collectible tomes, if we can expand some business channels, I would be happy to chat with those students..."

Evans gave Isa a hint, but Isa showed an embarrassed expression. She looked at Schiller and said: "Evans said you took good care of him a lot, and I am happy to promote it to you, but I just He is a student from an art school, and his family has no background. He is quiet and soft-spoken, and no one listens to his words..."

Isa thought for a moment and asked Evans to tear up a note at the door. Then she picked up the pen on Schiller's desk, wrote a series of phone numbers, handed it to Schiller, and said:

"This is an editor of a metropolitan daily I know. You can call him and ask him who the intern reporter was who wrote the travel guide. As long as he can add your bookstore to the travel guide, Those who travel here will definitely be happy to come and see it.”

Schiller took the note, read it carefully, and put it in the book next to him. After the Evanses left, Schiller walked to the phone at the door and dialed the number on the note.

At the same time, in Wayne Manor, Bruce sat on the sofa with a tired look, and the crazy wine on the table in front of him only had half a bottle left.

Obviously, the journey to Dick's heart was not smooth. Bruce did find Dick in Dick's dream world, but Dick ran away when he saw him, and he ran so fast that Bruce couldn't catch him at all.

More importantly, Dick was obviously abnormal. His face and figure remained unchanged, but his ears turned into pig ears. Bruce saw that there was a capital letter carved on the top of one of the pig ears. The letter V.

This indicates that Dick was indeed influenced by someone, and it was this mysterious V who did it.

If it were in other people's world, Bruce would have taken violent action long ago, but in Dick's heart, Bruce could not do this, because once the damage was caused, it might be irreversible mental trauma.

In the past few days, Bruce had tried many times, but he could not catch Dick without hurting him and relieve the influence of this mysterious V on him.

Just when Bruce was at a loss, Alfred came in and informed him: "Sir, Mr. Kent is here, do you want to see him?"

"Kent? Clark Kent?" Bruce reacted, he hesitated, and then said to Alfred: "Invite him in."

Clark walked in the same way, wearing a white shirt, carrying a one-shoulder briefcase, and wearing black-rimmed glasses. He shook hands with Bruce enthusiastically, and then said: "I heard that you have gone to graduate school? You are really amazing. I originally wanted to go to graduate school, but because I wanted to make money early, I chose to work..."

Bruce chatted with him absent-mindedly, and Clark was keenly aware that something was not right about Bruce. He glanced at the half bottle of wine left on the table and frowned slowly.

"Bruce, I really have to advise you. No matter what kind of trouble you encounter, drinking is the most negative way to drown your sorrows! Being drunk will only make your genius brain unable to play its original role. You have to cheer up. a little!"

"Are you stupid? Didn't you realize that it's not just ordinary wine?" Another slightly deeper voice sounded, and a small black head emerged from the gap in Clark's briefcase. Batcat's Blue eyes looked at Clark and said, "Obviously, this guy has encountered some trouble that he can't solve."

Clark unzipped the briefcase and took Batcat out. When Bruce saw Batcat again, he instinctively expressed his first impression: "...Why are you as fat as a ball?"

Batcat bared two small fangs at him. Clark hugged Batcat, looked down and said, "Is he fat? No? Isn't this just right for a cat?"

Batcat lowered his head and glanced at the flesh on his belly. He was not very fat, but he had changed from a lean and lean wildcat with smooth muscles to a naive pet cat.

Clark scratched Batcat's chin, making Batcat narrow his eyes, and then he said: "After I graduated, I took him back to my family's farm. My father and mother both liked him very much, so I probably fed him more." A little bit...but it doesn't matter, as long as you exercise more, you will lose weight soon."

Looking at Batcat, Bruce's eyes slowly brightened, but he didn't say anything directly. Instead, he looked at Clark and asked, "What do you want to see me for?"

Clark didn't expect him to change the topic so quickly, but then, he showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, changed his sitting posture, rubbed his hands, looked at Bruce and asked:

"Have you not gone out on patrol recently?"