Chapter 795: Deadly Joke (Twenty-Two)

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 line of sight and saw the umbrella in his hand. He said: "It's just an umbrella. I won't use it for anything else."

Bruce stared at him for 30 seconds, and Schiller finally made the umbrella disappear out of thin air. He said: "Well, a world where you have to buy an umbrella yourself is really cruel. Let's go, 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 have some basic respect for a teacher who has been chasing you for more than two months to get your paper, checking your homework, and urging you for more than two months."

"You insisted on letting me live in the slums to experience life, not only not allowing me to bring money and skills, but also not allowing me to bring an umbrella. Now you are actually planning to let me find a house on my own on the first night?!"

"Why, in the past two months, your failed slum life has not made you realize that respecting teachers is the way to preserve your few remaining human nature when you have become a stray dog ​​physically and psychologically?"

Hearing Schiller say this, Bruce was relieved. Schiller's state just now was so strange that he even felt that Schiller was soft-hearted.

Fortunately, his professor returned to normal in just a few minutes and resumed his style of hating everyone equally.

So Bruce nodded and said, "My home is a bit far away. If you want to come, you may have to walk for a long time."

"Then why don't we take a car?" Schiller asked back.

"There are no taxis here." Bruce replied. He said, "If you want to hitchhike, how do you judge which car is available?"

"Why do you have to judge?" Schiller looked Bruce up and down, as if he thought there was something wrong with his brain, and Bruce made a please gesture, meaning "Do it yourself."

Schiller shrugged slightly, but he did not look at the road. Instead, he looked around and found that although the neighborhood was deserted, there were several shops, one of which was a nightclub.

In Bruce's vision, he saw Schiller walking straight towards the nightclub. Bruce thought he was asking for directions, and the excitement of wanting to laugh out loud once again occupied the high ground.

But soon, he couldn't laugh.

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

Judging from his dress, it should be the security guard of the nightclub. At this time, his life or death was uncertain, lying on the ground unconscious. Schiller pulled out the gun in his hand, opened the magazine to check the bullets, re-installed the magazine, and then loaded it.

He held the shotgun and stood in the middle of the road. After a sharp brake sound, the truck driver's curse was pointed at his head before he could even finish his words.

Schiller stood by the window and shook his head at Bruce, asking him to tell him where he was going. Bruce opened his mouth and said, "No, we can't..."

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" The driver shouted, "Where are you crazy people from? You dare to intercept the Viper Gang's goods? !"

"We don't want the goods." Schiller said very calmly, "We'll give you a place, you drive there."

The driver, who had just been yelling, suddenly cried a little, and said, "The goods... the goods are for you, let me go, I haven't offended you..."

"Get in the car." Schiller tilted his head again and looked at Bruce who was still standing there. He said, "Why are you still standing there, go open the cargo door. "

After saying that, he walked straight into the car and sat in the passenger seat, but put away the gun. The driver did not dare to move at all, even though he had another gun at hand.

Schiller glanced at the watch on his wrist, pushed his glasses and said, "Can we get there before 9 o'clock?"

"Yes... Yes, as long as there is no traffic jam... Well, I can definitely get there." The driver swallowed his saliva, glanced at Schiller secretly, and then said nothing, stepped on the accelerator and drove quickly.

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

Bruce looked at the truck speechlessly, disappearing in the night of Gotham at a speed like a desperate escape, so fast that even the exhaust gas could not be seen.

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

"You killed the security guard? "Bruce asked.

"Of course not, why would I kill him?" Schiller walked and looked around, and Bruce asked again: "How did you knock him out? Did you cheat?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "It's very simple. Make some noise in the nearby storeroom to lure one of the people away, and then take the vase from the storeroom and hit him on the back of the head. Not to mention me, anyone over 1.6 meters tall 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 can't live there."

Schiller looked around the surrounding environment. Bruce's house was not the only one. There were all kinds of buildings in the canned area. They all basically had the same style. To say they were damaged by war would be a bit insulting to Syria.

"You live here?" Schiller's voice was a little distorted by the sea breeze, but Bruce had no intention of going around in circles. 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 raised his head and glanced at the sky. There were dark clouds now, and it must be raining soon. He pointed the barrel of his gun at Bruce and said, "It seems that we still have to find a house as soon as possible tonight."

Finished. Schiller walked out, with Bruce following behind 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."

Before leaving the shoal, Schiller threw the gun to the ground. Bruce opened his eyes and seemed not to understand why he did this.

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 saying that, he walked up the steps leaving the ford. Bruce had to admit that he was a little moved when he saw the gun Schiller dropped. No one understood the importance of the gun better than him. He felt that Schiller had done A bad decision.

Having a gun will not necessarily make you better, but not having a gun will only make things worse. This is what Bruce has learned in the past two months. He has owned weapons several times, but many things cannot be solved by weapons. .

Schiller did not take another ride, but kept walking forward. Fortunately, it was not too far away from his target location, and the buildings of Living Hell were very conspicuous and could be seen from a long distance away.

After seeing the buildings of Living Hell and the direction Schiller was walking, Bruce knew. His goal is to live in hell.

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

"I don't have it, but you can go find the landlord first. I'll take a look around here." Schiller looked up at the light above his head and said, "I'll be waiting for you in this corridor."

Bruce didn't think too much. He turned and went downstairs to find the landlord inside the living hell. The security situation here was much better. He only needed to ask the owner of the house at the gate downstairs, and then he could go up and knock on the door.

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

He walked to the door and found Schiller standing in the living room, holding a pack of cigarettes with some disgust, seeming to be checking the brand.

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

His tone was as natural as if he were at home, and his demeanor was as calm as if he had done nothing just now. Bruce looked at him from head to toe, from his hair to the instep of his feet. There was no trace of guilt, only relaxation and comfort.

Schiller lit the cigarette, took a puff, raised his head and blew out the smoke, and said, "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 kicked out."

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

"Hello, I am Rodriguez, the owner of this house. It turns out that the intruder just now was named Joe. I scared him away. Thank you for worrying about my safety." Schiller stepped forward. I shook 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 obviously The one rented to is Joe, where are you from..."

"Anyway, today is a day worth celebrating." Schiller stepped on his feet and looked a little excited. He said: "Moving into a new home, someone should come to congratulate you. Bruce, come in quickly. There is also this gentleman. We can hold a celebration." A small party…”

Finished. He turned and walked to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator door, and said, "Oh, it's not bad. There's also a pizza here. I remembered, I should have ordered it yesterday..."

In the gap where the refrigerator door opened, Bruce saw a chair leg covered in blood. Then he looked at the three chairs next to the square dining table. He hesitated before entering.

"Gudong" came from behind him. He turned around and saw the landlord swallowing his saliva.

And 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..."

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

Bruce touched his chest and felt his conscience hurt a little, so he asked: "Where is the tenant named Joe?"

"I threw the intruder downstairs. Unfortunately, this is the third floor. I hope he can learn enough lessons."

Schiller turned around and looked at Bruce and said, "Gotham's iron rule: Don't break into someone else's house unless you are invited by the owner. Bruce, are you coming to the housewarming party?"

Looking at Schiller walking towards him, Bruce shook his head instinctively, and then he heard Schiller say, "Gotham's second iron rule: if the owner invites you, you'd better come in quickly."

Bruce watched as Schiller dragged a chair out from behind the door, then broke off one of its legs, and after pulling out most of the wooden thorns, it became a sharp awl.

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