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, "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 gesture of invitation, 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 anymore.

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

Judging from his attire, he should be the security guard of the nightclub. At this time, his life or death is unknown, and he is lying on the ground without any consciousness. 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 curses were not out of his mouth before a gun was pointed at his head.

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? 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 place, you drive there."

The driver who was yelling just now 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 that, he walked straight into the car and sat in the passenger seat, but put away the gun. The driver didn't 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 you get there before 9 o'clock?"

"Yes... Yes, as long as there is no traffic jam... Okay, 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. Bruce was shaken to vomit after getting off the car. 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 in silence, disappearing into the night of Gotham at a speed as if he was running for his life, so fast that he couldn't even see the exhaust.

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

"Did you kill the security guard?" Bruce asked.

"Of course not, why would I kill him?" Schiller looked around as he walked, 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 grocery room next to it, lead one of them away, and then take the vase from the grocery room 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 at one of the cans and said to Schiller: "This is my home, but it looks like you can't live here."

Schiller looked around the surrounding environment. Bruce's house was not the only one. The various buildings in the can area were basically of the same style. It was insulting to Syria to say that they were war-damaged.

"You live here?" Schiller's voice was a little distorted by the sea breeze, but Bruce had no intention of beating around the bush. He pointed to the unburned fire next to him and said: "We have to light the fire before it rains, otherwise it will definitely not be lit."

Schiller looked up at the sky. It was now covered with dark clouds, and it must be about to rain. He pointed at Bruce with the barrel of his gun and said: "It seems that we still have to find a house tonight."

After that. Schiller walked out, and Bruce followed him. Schiller looked back at the tent where he lived and said, "This kind of architectural art is still a little too early for humans."

Before leaving the shallows, Schiller threw the gun on the ground. Bruce opened his eyes and seemed to not 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 that, he stepped onto the steps to leave the shallows. Bruce had to admit that he was a little moved when he saw the gun Schiller dropped. No one understood the importance of guns better than him. He felt that Schiller made a wrong decision.

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

Schiller did not take another ride, but kept walking forward. Fortunately, this place was not too far from his target location, and the building of the living hell was very conspicuous and could be seen from a distance.

After seeing the building of the living hell and the direction Schiller was walking, Bruce knew. His target was the living hell.

After Schiller entered the building of the living hell, it finally rained. Bruce said: "I know who I should find to rent a house. I can go to him to talk, but you have to pay the money yourself. Do you have money?"

"I don't have it, 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. 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 gate downstairs, and you can go up and knock on the door directly.

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, and 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 disdain, as if 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 was at home, and his demeanor was as relaxed as if he had just done nothing. Bruce looked at him from head to toe, from hair to instep, without any trace of guilt, only relaxation and comfort.

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

"Where is the original owner of this house?" Bruce asked standing outside the door. He said: "Every tenant here is registered. You will be kicked out."

Just when he said this, the landlord that Bruce contacted came up. Seeing 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 is Joe?"

"Hello, I am Rodriguez, the owner of this house. It turns out that the intruder just now is called Joe. I scared him away. Thank you for worrying about my safety." Schiller walked up and shook hands with the landlord.

The landlord was stunned, because what Schiller said was too natural, which made him doubt his memory. Then he said, "No, what nonsense are you talking about? Are you drunk? I rented it to Joe. Where are you from..."

"Anyway, today is a day worth celebrating." Schiller tiptoed and seemed a little excited. He said, "Someone should come to congratulate you on your move to a new house. Bruce, come in quickly, and this gentleman, we can have a small party..."

After that, he turned and walked towards the refrigerator. After opening the refrigerator door, he said, "Oh, not bad, there is also a pizza here. I remember that I ordered it yesterday..."

In the gap of the refrigerator door, Bruce saw a chair leg with blood on it, and then looked at the three chairs next to the square dining table. He hesitated to enter the door.

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

At this time. Schiller stood up from the refrigerator. He waved to the two and said, "Why don't you come in? There are three chairs here, just enough for us to sit..."

"No, no, Mr. Rodriguez, that... I came up just to remind you that the rent is ten dollars a week, payable next Wednesday." The landlord left immediately after saying that.

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

"I threw the intruder downstairs, but it's a pity that this is the third floor. I hope he can learn enough lessons."

Schiller turned and looked at Bruce and said: "Gotham Iron Law, don't break into other people's homes unless you are invited by the landlord. Bruce, are you going to the housewarming party?"

Looking at Schiller walking towards him, Bruce shook his head instinctively, and then he heard Schiller say: "Gotham Iron Law No. 2, if the landlord invites you, you'd better come in quickly."

Bruce watched as Schiller dragged a chair out from behind the door, broke off one of its legs, and after pulling out most of the 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 your new home."

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