Chapter 831 The Charm of Education (Part 2)

When night fell, a long-lost black shadow appeared on the top of the building, and next to him, there was a thinner figure.

Two black shadows jumped between the buildings. The first one wore a cape, and his figure was agile and full of power, like a cheetah.

The second figure, although shorter and thinner, had a smoother and more graceful posture, like a flying bird.

"This is so cool!!!!" Dick shouted while running: "I never knew running and jumping were so interesting!!!"

"You can go faster!" Batman also said loudly, and then he fired the grappling rope on his wrist and swung to the roof of another building. Dick followed him and took a deep breath when he was on the roof of the stage, squatted down, and looked at the lights of thousands of houses under his feet.

He was not wearing a uniform, but just an ordinary sweatshirt and sweatpants, but he wore a Robin mask, and his eyes under the mask became very bright.

"This is awesome! I feel like there's an engine in my lungs that's overclocking. It hurts a little, but it feels really good!" Dick panted and said, "I thought I wasn't good at sports..."

Batman stood beside him, his dark uniform turning it into a silhouette in the light. He said, "You have to move to know how wonderful it feels to exhaust your energy..."

"Yes, I feel it!" Dick's mask was plated with gold by the light. He said, "I also want a uniform, a black uniform like yours, it must be very cool!"

Batman was silent for a moment, then said, "If you want, you'd better learn the knowledge of making uniforms first, then you can know what you want and how to do it."

Dick seemed to want to avoid the topic. He said, "What are we going to do next? Are we going to fight criminals? "

"Yes, but in a more radical way."

Half an hour later, the two came to the upper floor of the Living Hell Building. Batman took out a notebook from his uniform, handed it to Dick and said, "Now, go around here, write down how many overpasses there are, and then give it to me."

Dick looked at the notebook and pen in his hand a little confused and said, "What? Do you need to record when fighting criminals?"

"I mean, I want you to go around here, turn around, count how many overpasses there are, write them down, and give them to me." Batman repeated patiently, saying, "If possible, write down the shape and length of the bridge, and it's best to look at the traffic at this time."

"You go to the south, I'll go to the north, and meet here in half an hour." After that, Batman jumped down with another notebook, leaving Dick, who was confused, blowing the cold wind on the spot.

Count overpasses? What kind of strange task is this? Dick was very confused. He had imagined that the first mission with Batman should be a thrilling fight, a treacherous calculation, and an epic story...

But this... Counting bridges around the living hell? Dick couldn't understand it at all.

But he was still very happy today. He took advantage of Bruce's absence to secretly play with gymnastics equipment, but was caught. Dick thought that he would definitely be scolded by Bruce and then be taken to do homework.

But unexpectedly, Bruce not only let him play, but also took him to play, and even helped him to successfully do nine consecutive rolls. Until now, he still took him out for a ride. This was a dream life beyond his imagination.

So. Although he didn't understand, Dick still did it. He went around the southern half of the living hell, counted all the overpasses here, and even drew a structural diagram. When he returned to the gathering point, he immediately handed in his records.

Batman opened the notebook and was a little surprised. Dick recorded very detailed information. In addition to the things he asked for, he even calculated the minute traffic volume and recorded the common name and current name of each overpass.

Taking away the notebook, Batman happened to see Dick's eyes looking at him. His eyes were always bright and full of expectation. At this moment, Batman felt some inexplicable emotions growing in his heart.

He thought, perhaps, this is the charm of education.

"This is the charm of education..." Schiller's voice came, Jason took up the clothes on his waist and let Schiller check his wound. Schiller said while checking: "Not only theoretical knowledge will teach you a lot, but practice will also. Practice will guide you to think more deeply. If you feel that you can't figure it out, it means that you lack some theoretical knowledge..."

"The wound has completely recovered, and there is not even a scar left, but I still have to ask you, how did you get this wound?" Schiller took away the cotton swab, asked Jason to put down his clothes, and then took him to the reception area of ​​the office. He and Jason sat on the same side of the sofa. Jason reached out and took a sip of water and said:

"It's like this. Originally, the infiltration plan went smoothly. I successfully sneaked into the hotel with the transport vehicle, but because I have never used carpets, I don't know what kind of carpet material will leave footprints. I was not careful when walking, and left a footprint on the edge of the carpet in the corridor room."

Jason sighed and said, "I was very careful, but I still left some marks because the size of my feet is completely different from that of an adult, so it attracted the attention of the security guard."

"They thought it was a guest's child who ran out. They were afraid that the hotel would be responsible for the child's injury, so they were very nervous."

"A security guard found me in the utility room. I wanted to hide there and wait for Savage to come out through the crack of the door, but he opened the door directly and scared me."

"My dress was different from the children of the guests here, and I was covered in rain. He was very alert and wanted to take me out. I saw He had a gun on his waist, so I had to run. "

"I rushed out from his side, but he still pulled my arm. Before he heard the noise in the prop room, he took the dagger in his hand, and he swung it back, and I was stabbed..."

Jason shook his head and said, "The difference between the two of us is too big. His weight may be twice my weight. I can't fight him head-on, so I can only run away."

"However, this is also the reason why I acted too hastily and did not investigate carefully. If I could find it in advance, maybe it wouldn't be like this. ·

Schiller also took a sip of water from the water cup and said, "Have I told you? When the size difference is too big, how to subdue the other party?"

Jason turned his head with some interest and said, "Professor, you also know this? Well, you don't look like you can fight..."

"Indeed, I don't like to solve problems with violence, but if it is self-defense, there are still some skills."

Jason stared at him with expectation in his eyes, and he said, "Great! Professor, if you can teach me, I can also go back and teach other kids in the gang. They can fight with other kids in the street, but if they meet an adult, they can't run away..."

Schiller smiled again and took his umbrella, and then Jason saw it. Schiller took off the strap of the umbrella. The strap seemed to be alive, buckled on the umbrella with a button, and could be taken off separately to become a tie.

Schiller grabbed the two ends of the umbrella strap and stretched it hard. He said: "I once saw a case..."

"A little girl was abused by her father for a long time. She was a little malnourished and had almost no strength, but she still killed her father with a shoelace..."

"Jason, do you know? When a person sits on a sofa with a backrest, if his neck and the top of the backrest form a correct angle, then once he is caught by the rope from behind, it is absolutely impossible to break free. "

Just as Jason was about to say something, Schiller handed him the umbrella strap. He said, "If you have an umbrella to tie, it's a good choice to use it. Remember not to lose it."

Jason took the strap and looked at the luster of the satin. His Adam's apple moved, but he didn't say anything in the end. Schiller asked, "You said before that you were thinking about some problems. What are you thinking about?"

"I... I was shocked when I heard Bruce say that 'the old order should be retired.'"

"I have thought about this sentence countless times, but I don't know who to say it to. I want to say that these damn orders that exploit us should really die and should have been overthrown long ago, but I never shouted it out..."

"Why?" Schiller asked.

"Because I didn't expect this sentence, what about the old order, I don't know how to express it. Maybe my grammar is not good enough, I can't think of so many words..." Jason frowned and said, "I always feel that there must be a word in this world that can express what I want to say, but I don't know what it is. "

"Then you really should read more books." Schiller said: "You can tell me in more straightforward language what the problem you want to talk about is? I can help you find a book."

After that, he stood up, walked to the bookshelf, fumbled with the spine of the book with his fingers, and said: "Philosophy... Sociology... Maybe you need this one?"

Jason sat on the sofa and said to himself: "As early as when I took over the Curly Tail Gang, a gangster broke a child's leg just because he approached him to pick up a cigarette butt."

"From that time, I felt angry, but others just said it didn't matter, it was good to be able to save his life. He really shouldn't pick up cigarette butts, but I was really angry."

"This anger prompted me to want to yell, but I didn't have the language to express my feelings. When I heard him scream, I just wanted those who bullied us to disappear."

"But I understand. Things are not that simple. If I do something out of line, others will be implicated, and all the children will not be able to survive. "

"I can lead the Curly Tail Gang to migrate from here to there, but we will still be bullied in other places. We can also move to another place, but we will always be wandering. Can't we find a safe place to stay, so that everyone can have food to eat and no one will be bullied?"

"I expressed my opinion, but no one agreed with me. They all said, "This is good enough. Everyone has been through this." Some people also said, "Don't let others hear what I said, otherwise everyone will be finished..."

Schiller stopped searching for books and stood there. He looked down at his watch and said, "The afternoon class is about to start. I may have to go there first. You can look for it here by yourself."

After that, he left without looking back. Jason keenly caught some key words in his tone, so he stood up after Schiller left and walked to the bookshelf.

He saw that a book was pulled out a little and was tilted between other books. Jason looked around, then reached out and took the book out.

He opened the book and the first page read:

"A ghost wandering around Europe..."

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