Chapter 1162 Professor (Twenty-Five)

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.

Stores that reopened 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 afford such a high rent in the city center?

But 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 some alleys 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 think about that 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 several months. It seems that the two have a good relationship and are very compatible.

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 School of the Arts and just graduated this year."

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

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

Isa smiled and said, "It's okay, my classmates are very curious about this city, the rap culture here It's amazing, and it's 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 raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked, "Aren't they worried about safety?"

"Don't you know? An intern reporter from Metropolitan Daily published a travel guide to Gotham, specifically pointing out a safer 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 Including staying up all night, standing in front of the hotel window, waiting for Batman to appear!"

Schiller was stunned for a moment, then he and Evans laughed together. He covered his mouth and laughed while saying: "You mean, Batman has also become one of Gotham's special tourist attractions?"

"Of course! He is very attractive!" Isha raised her tone 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 school asked me which room in the hotel to book to see him. They were almost fascinated by his chin!"

"But I heard that his reputation was a bit bad before..." 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 true."

Isa raised her head and looked inside the bookstore, and said, "I think your bookstore should be very popular with them. College students like pretentious European literature, especially hardcover books. Even if they buy it and don't read it, they can collect it."

Schiller's eyes lit up, looking at Isa and said, "I was worried that my bookstore would have no business. After all, you know, Gotham people don't like to read books, and few people like to buy hardcover books, let alone those collectible tomes. If I can expand some business channels, I would be happy to talk to those students..."

Evans gave Isa She looked at Schiller and said, "Evans said you took good care of him. I am happy to promote you, but I am just a student at an art school. My family has no background. I am not influential and no one listens to me..."

Isa thought for a while and asked Evans to tear 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 the Metropolitan Daily I know. You can call him and ask who the intern reporter who wrote the travel guide is. As long as you can get him to add your bookstore to the travel guide, people who come here to travel will be happy to come and see it."

Schiller took the note, read it carefully, and pressed it in the book next to him. After the Evans couple 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 face, and the crazy wine on the table in front of him was only 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 ran so fast that Bruce couldn't catch him at all.

More importantly, Dick showed obvious abnormality. His face and figure did not change much, but his ears became pig ears. Bruce saw that there was a capital letter V engraved on the top of one of the pig ears.

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

If it was in other people's worlds, Bruce would have taken force long ago, but in Dick's heart, Bruce couldn't do so, because once the damage was caused, it might be an irreversible mental trauma.

In the past few days, Bruce tried many times, but he couldn't 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 reported to him: "Master, Mr. Kent is here, do you want to see him?"

"Kent? Clark Kent?" Bruce reacted, hesitant for a moment, and said to Alfred: "Please let him in."

Clark came in still the same, wearing a white shirt, carrying a single-shoulder briefcase, wearing black-framed glasses, and shook hands with Bruce enthusiastically, and then said: "I heard that you are already a graduate student? What a great decision, I also wanted to go to graduate school, but because I wanted to make money earlier, I chose to work..."

Bruce greeted him absent-mindedly for a few words, Clark keenly noticed that Bruce's state was not right, he glanced at the half-bottle of wine left on the table, and slowly frowned.

"Bruce, I really have to advise you, no matter what trouble you encounter, drinking to relieve your sorrow is the most negative way! Getting drunk will only make your genius brain unable to play its original role, you have to cheer up!"

"Are you stupid? Don't you realize that it's not just ordinary wine?" Another slightly low voice sounded, and a small black head emerged from the gap in Clark's briefcase. The bat cat's blue eyes looked at Clark and said, "It's obvious that this guy has encountered some unsolvable troubles."

Clark put the briefcase in After unzipping the cat, Bruce took the bat cat out. When he saw the bat cat again, he instinctively said his first impression: "...Why are you as fat as a ball?"

The bat cat bared two small fangs at him. Clark held the bat cat, looked down and said: "Is he fat? No? For a cat, isn't this just right?"

The bat cat looked down at the meat on his belly. He was not very fat, but he changed from a wild cat with smooth muscle lines and a lean body to a cute pet cat.

Clark scratched the bat cat's chin, making the bat cat squint his eyes, and then he said: "After I graduated, I brought him back to my farm. My father and mother like him very much, so they may have fed him a little too much... But it doesn't matter, as long as he exercises more, he will lose weight soon."

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

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

"Have you not been out on patrol recently?"

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