Chapter 786: Deadly Joke (Thirteen)

As Gotham gradually entered summer, the temperature rose, the wind and rain stopped, and except for some light rain in the first half of the night, the weather became much better. Such weather is more friendly to people who have no fixed place to live, at least they don't have to worry about being frozen to death at night.

Ironically, Bruce did not throw away the money of his nemesis, the Joker Jack, which is incredible to Batman. Everything related to criminals is a virus in his eyes, especially money.

But now, he is not Batman, but not Bruce Wayne. Neither of them will make such a crazy move to fight to the death in the slums with these civilians he has never met.

Batman will think that this is a waste of time, because in fact he has done nothing during this period.

He has exhausted all his energy and physical strength. The only thing he has done is to live. If it were the previous Batman, he would definitely denounce this as a waste of life.

But Bruce lives here in panic, and he can't take a step for a long time. He is so poor that he accepts the help of the Joker Jack, but still doesn't have enough money to rent a better apartment.

Bruce's initial goal was the Living Hell, which had been transformed by him, and he also wanted to see what it had become.

Then he found that he couldn't afford to rent a house there.

The rent for a one-bedroom apartment in the Living Hell was $15 a week, which was an unimaginably high price in the East District. The apartment where Selena lived was also a one-bedroom apartment with a bathroom and a balcony, and it only cost $6 a week.

Bruce, who couldn't afford to rent a one-bedroom apartment, lowered his standards. There were some side rooms in the Living Hell. They were inside the Living Hell, but they were just single rooms that no one else could use. They only had one bedroom, no living room or kitchen. The ones with windows were $3 a week, and the ones without windows could even be $2.

But this house was very small, so small that it could only fit a bed. Moreover, since it was a room rented out by someone else, it meant that he had to live with the landlord. Bruce asked several families, but no one was willing to live with a strong adult male like him because it was very dangerous.

Those who can rent such a good house at a low price are basically women with weaker bodies, such as Maggie, so that they will not threaten the safety of the landlord, and they must be introduced by acquaintances, otherwise, Gotham people will not let others live in their homes casually.

Finding that he can't afford to rent a house in the living hell, Bruce began to look around the living hell, but as long as the house is within the range of the water purifier, the rent is very expensive.

Batman once spent a lot of money to install a water purifier here, but now it has become the culprit for his inability to rent a house.

But Bruce must rent a house with a water purifier, his stomach can no longer bear more.

After many twists and turns, he finally found someone who had connections and was a member of the Kids Gang nearby. The cigarette vendor told Bruce, "The basement near the Living Hell is for rent. There are not only water purifiers there, but also public toilets on each floor. They were built together with the Living Hell."

"But you also need a gangster to help you as a guarantor there, but I know a gang that does this business. As long as you can pay, they are willing to help you find a house."...

Bruce thought about it and felt that he had no better choice, so he found the gangster agent under the guidance of the cigarette vendor.

They lived in a shabby house on the edge of the Living Hell. As soon as he saw the environment here, Bruce's heart sank. If they really had a way to get a good house near the Living Hell, why did they still live here?

The boss of the agency was a woman with tattoos all over her body. She patted Bruce on the shoulder and said to him, "Are you from another place? We have been doing this business for a year, and all our customers are very satisfied. As long as you pay, we guarantee that we can find a suitable house for you."

"Can I ask the price?" Bruce asked.

"The hiring fee is $10. We can help you negotiate the rent and you can see the house in advance, but after you rent it, you can't change your mind."

The woman took a puff of cigarette and said, "We can also help you find a job. We have connections in the kitchen and the front desk. Of course, if you are willing to go to a striptease bar, I can also introduce you. You will be very popular."

After hearing his solemn promise, Bruce was a little confused. He himself was a very suspicious person and hardly trusted anyone, so he finally rejected the agent and planned to find one himself.

Then he found that all the people who rented houses here were agents.

Each of these agents patted their chests and guaranteed that they could find a suitable house. Bruce had no choice but to pick the one he thought was the most reliable.

It turned out that his eyesight was not bad. This was not a black agent. He did find him a house, but the price was also very expensive. The hiring fee was $15 and the rent was $5 per week, starting from one month.

The new house Bruce rented is still a basement, but fortunately it is close to the living hell, so there is a water purification system. He can drink water directly from a faucet in the house, but if he wants to go to the toilet, he must leave here and go to the public toilet in the living hell.

But the facts prove that there are only two results of finding an agent: being cheated or being severely cheated. Just one day after moving in, the house began to leak. The water pipe upstairs was not sealed tightly, and the leak was right at the head of Bruce's bed. The next day he caught a cold again.

After living there for another two days, Bruce found that his neighbor was doing illegal transactions, and all kinds of customers came and went. He could hear some noises in the middle of the night that he didn't want to hear but had to hear.

Just after living there for a week, another gangster came to ask for protection money. Bruce thought it was blackmail, but the neighbors had paid, so he had to pay it too. After talking to the neighbors, he found out that the reason why the rent was cheap was because it did not include protection money, which was $5 per week.

Bruce's patience was really reaching its limit. He could accept being hungry and being stuck in traffic, but he couldn't accept being cheated.

Batman is a very tolerant person, the most tolerant person besides Schiller.

Bruce wanted to deal with these black agents, but he knew that he could only outsmart them. He could not accept the consequences of being hurt. To outsmart them, he had to drive the tiger to eat the wolf and use the wolf's strength to fight the wolf.

Just then, he heard that the big boss in this area was investigating illegal rentals. He bribed a child with money, and the child pointed out the person he was investigating. …

So, Bruce met the informant one night and successfully became a witness, identifying the black agent who rented him a house and the gangster who collected protection fees twice a week.

It was easy to identify the black agent, but it was a bit difficult to prove that the gangster did not follow the rules.

The investigator said that their boss wanted to see him, and Bruce went without thinking much. Then, he saw a familiar person, that was Copperbot who was waiting in the restaurant.

When Copperbot saw Bruce, he felt that he was hallucinating. He unscrewed the medicine bottle again, threw a pill into his mouth, and let Bruce wait in the reception room for half an hour before he went back in.

Then he found that his mental state was getting worse and worse, and taking medicine could not solve the problem of hallucinations.

The person in front of him had a face like Bruce Wayne, probably Bruce Wayne's face.

But at this time, he was very thin, his cheeks were a little sunken, and more importantly, his beard was not trimmed, his sideburns were not shaved, he didn't wear a watch, and even his boots were covered with mud.

After staring at Bruce for a full minute, Cobblepot was sure that there was nothing wrong with his memory, but the person in front of him had a problem.

"What's wrong with you???" Cobblepot looked at Bruce and asked.

"You don't have to worry about so much." Bruce sat on the sofa, patted the dust on his sleeves and said, "I can tell you how many black agents there are around the living hell, how many gangs are illegally collecting protection fees, how many children have received money from agents to solicit customers for them, and I can even tell you how many pimps there are around here and where they do business."

Copperhead felt that the current situation was very interesting. In front of him was Bruce Wayne, the famous Batman, but the interesting thing was not this. The interesting thing was that Batman just said he wanted to tell him intelligence.

"Are you okay, Wayne?" Copperhead glanced at the weather outside and said, "If you are crazy, go take medicine quickly. Aren't there enough crazy people in this city? You can't cure them, so you choose to join them?"

"I'm not crazy." Bruce's eyes were sunken in his eye sockets, deeper than usual, but his eyes were bright.

And he seemed to have completely abandoned the original Riddler style. He said, "I can help you improve the efficiency of restoring the order around the living hell by more than 50%. The question is, how much do you plan to pay for it?"

"You are really crazy." Cobblepot sat opposite Bruce, looked into his eyes and said, "I am willing to help you call Professor Schiller and ask him to take you to Arkham Asylum for treatment. How much are you willing to pay for it?"

"I said, I'm not crazy. If you want to call that professor, just call him, because I am sure I can write an excellent paper and graduate from him as an excellent graduate." Bruce said.

Cobblepot covered his forehead with his hand and said to his men, "Go to my office and take the second bottle of medicine from my right hand on the table."

After a while, his men brought the bottle of medicine over, and Cobblepot waved to the burly bodyguards beside him. They immediately went up and held Bruce down. This was very simple, because Bruce had lost a lot of weight and had no strength, and could hardly resist.

Cobblepot poured a pill from the bottle and said to Bruce, "This is a tranquilizer. You weigh a lot more than me, so one pill should be just right." Then, he asked his men to feed the pill to Bruce. Bruce struggled hard, but it was useless. He had lost at least 30 kilograms in the past month. Originally, he was a lean man. After more than a month of extreme poverty, his water and fat had basically reached the bottom, and his muscles began to fall. So far, it is a bit exaggerated to say that he can fight Cobblepot to a draw, but he is definitely not as good as a gangster bodyguard weighing more than 80 kilograms.

Fortunately, Cobblepot didn't intend to embarrass him. He was not a madman like the Joker. He knew the weight of Bruce Wayne. He did this not to embarrass Batman, but because he was really afraid that he would do something crazy and hurt himself.

People can die, but don't die in my restaurant, Cobblepot thought. If Wayne really died here, this restaurant would never do any celebrity business again.

After chatting with Bruce for a long time, Cobblepot was sure that he was really crazy. He was not even afraid of Schiller. He was not afraid of anything now.

But Cobblepot was afraid.

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