Chapter 2124 The Ultimate New World (V)

Bruce chose to pay the phone bill.

With the phone bill, he could go online, so that if he encountered something he didn't understand, he could check it on the Internet as soon as possible.

Then he understood that he was now in the future, and technology was much more advanced than in his time. Computers were no longer extremely expensive items, and even more portable devices had penetrated into thousands of households.

He didn't have a computer now, but there was no need to buy one. He could directly find a place to rent computers, which was the so-called Internet cafe, to do his work.

And he also learned one thing, that is, Aisha didn't just inherit the appearance of other Batman, she was a small Batman, as talented as Batman.

But the efficiency of communication was a problem, and Bruce keenly noticed that Aisha might have communication barriers.

Her intellectual and physical development was not slow, which meant that the communication barrier might be caused by personality or other pathological factors.

But if that was the case, why didn't Aisha's biological father treat her? Since the Batman in other universes was so strong, it made no sense not to treat his own daughter.

While thinking about this question, Bruce searched for the nearest Internet cafe on the map of his mobile phone. Although he didn't have money to buy a hard drive yet, he could go to the Internet cafe first.

He actually wanted to search for some information about the water pipe renovation project on the Internet, but when he entered the Internet cafe and turned on the computer, the homepage of the search website pushed a news to him.

After Bruce clicked it, he found that it was a report about the changes in the appearance of San Francisco citizens.

Before, Bruce learned that the city he was in was San Francisco, but not through the Internet, but because the Golden Gate Bridge was so conspicuous that he couldn't help but see it.

It turned out that it was not only him who paid attention to the abnormal appearance of the people in this city. With this feeling, Bruce clicked on the report.

I thought I would get detailed discussion and research materials, but the whole article was praising these handsome men and beautiful women, telling how charming their appearance was and how strong their bodies were.

In the end, there was only one sentence, "They are the first beneficiaries of God's blessing to mankind to bring new evolution. They will become benchmarks and leaders in the new world and have a pivotal position."

Bruce had a headache after reading it.

But this time it was not because he could not understand, but because he understood too well. However, he also understood that if he could understand this report, it meant that most people could understand it, which meant that there would be no real evidence in this report and it was definitely not rigorous enough.

But because of this, it was easy to cause greater controversy.

Sure enough, Bruce continued to read on and found that the comment area under this news was simply a mess. According to nationality, race, gender, class, religion, and even region and hobbies, it was divided into dozens of factions, and the quarrels were so lively.

But obviously, there was no useful information in these quarrels. Maybe the first few comments were still talking about this matter, and most of the comments later were attacking each other.

These violent words made Bruce dizzy, but he still did not forget what he came here for. After a while, he began to search for information about San Francisco's water pipe renovation project on the Internet.

As a result, except for a report on the adjustment of the tap water supply route half a year ago, no information related to the place where he was working now was found.

Following this notice with only a few words, Bruce found that the reason for the adjustment of the water supply route was that a water plant had closed down before. After checking why the water plant closed down, he only got the speculation of residents in some areas where the supply was adjusted, which was probably that the boss ran away with his sister-in-law.

The clues were basically cut off here, and Bruce didn't know what to search for, so he could only search for the names of all the water plants in San Francisco and then check them one by one.

After searching for a long time, Bruce found a somewhat strange phenomenon. About half a year ago, many water plants in San Francisco closed down one after another. The reason was poor management, but it was rumored that there was something wrong with the boss.

Bruce felt that he might have found the key, so he wrote down the names of these water plants on a piece of paper and planned to check them carefully after moving bricks this afternoon.

Today's brick moving work was still calm. Physical work is not like office clerks who can chat while working. Everyone is breathing hard, and most of them turn around and leave after finishing the work, without much intersection.

Bruce paid the boss and turned around to meet a strange man who greeted him.

A Mexican youth with braids came up, patted Bruce on the shoulder, and handed him a cigarette.

"You have a nice body, man." The other party put his arm around Bruce's shoulder and said, "I heard you have a daughter?"

Bruce immediately showed a vigilant look, and the Mexican youth waved his hand and said, "Don't think wrongly, I have a green card, otherwise can't I work with you? I am a second-generation immigrant, don't be afraid."

"It's just that I heard you might be short of money, so I want to introduce you to a job."

"I don't do anything illegal." Bruce emphasized.

"It's not your turn to do illegal work." The Mexican youth shook his head and said, "There is a project now that needs people to test drugs. It's 2,000 US dollars a day for 7 days. Do you want to do it?"

Bruce's eyes widened slightly. He was about to refuse, but the other party said, "Don't think I'm an organ dealer or asking you to test poison. This is an activity organized by a regular large enterprise, recruiting volunteers from all over the society."

"But their conditions are a bit harsh. They have requirements for the height, weight, appearance, eye color, and even hair of each race. I didn't pass the interview before, but I think you meet the standard of white people they recruit."

The Mexican brother gestured a few times and said, "It's the kind of person who has Old white people of European descent, with dark complexion, bright eyes, strong bodies and so on. "

"Before testing the drug, they will sign an insurance contract in accordance with laws and regulations, and there will be legal protection for any accidents. This is not the first time they have recruited volunteers, and I have never heard of any problems."

"I found this opportunity after many investigations. I wanted to go by myself, but I was not selected. Even if I am not responsible for your life and safety, I have to be responsible for my own."

"Besides, I introduce you to a job, and you have to pay me a handling fee. If you die or go to the hospital, wouldn't my introduction be in vain?"

The Mexican guy began to persuade him, praising the project to the sky, but Bruce was thinking about another thing.

There are very strict requirements for the appearance of volunteers. Does that have anything to do with the changes in the appearance of people in San Francisco?

"How much do you want?" Bruce asked.

"It's not much, just give me 10%. Since you have a daughter, I don't want you to pay a deposit first. You don't have money anyway. But after the deal is done, you have to pay on time."

"What's your name?"

"Me? My name is..."

"I mean the group that needs drug testing."

"Osborne, the Osborne Group."

Before going home in the evening, Bruce started looking for a house next to the cheap supermarket. He left his contact information to the owner of a local supermarket, and the owner said that a landlord would contact him soon.

After returning home, he found that Aisha had already started packing her boxes. Bruce picked her up and kissed her cheek, but Aisha pushed him away with a little disgust.

Bruce didn't mind, but took Aisha out for dinner after putting his things away.

This time they changed to a fast food restaurant, eating Indian chapatis and curry, and Bruce checked the company called Osborne while eating.

The information available on the Internet is also very limited, but from the overwhelming news reports, it can be seen that this group called Osborne is indeed a large enterprise, and the helmsman of the company, Norman Osborne, is a world-renowned tycoon.

Does the change in the appearance of San Francisco people have anything to do with Norman Osborne?

A simple conspiracy theory does not require the support of IQ, and it is not the first or second time that large American companies have done unethical things. It can only be said that all conspiracy theories have a basis. Bruce suspects that the successive closures of water plants, the inexplicable renovation of urban water pipes, the changes in the appearance of San Francisco people, and the recruitment of volunteers by the Osborne Group are actually one thing.

But Bruce still can't figure out what the Osborne Group is doing. It seems that their business scope has nothing to do with the above-mentioned things. Is there a bigger conspiracy behind it?

Thinking of this, Bruce took out his pocket, found the phone number that the Mexican guy left for him during the day and called it.

"Hello, I think you are right. I do need money. I am tired of taking my daughter to eat cheap fast food every day. She shouldn't live like this."

Bruce said it sincerely, and the Mexican guy on the other side said to him excitedly: "Very good, you tell the interviewer so that at least he will accept you out of sympathy. It's better this way."

Deciding to participate in the drug experiment, Bruce asked for a day off from the construction site to go to the interview. Aisha heard the content of his call and looked at Bruce with some concern.

"Don't worry, I'm not really going there to test the drugs." Bruce stared at the address sent by the Mexican guy and said, "I think this is a great opportunity to find out what they are doing. I want to catch him."

"And if I get the salary, I can buy a hard drive and use the program you wrote to copy the surveillance video of the construction site. The anomaly in it will be the best evidence to expose the conspiracy."

Having made up his mind, Bruce took Aisha home. As soon as he got home, he received a call from the supermarket owner's wife, asking him to go over to see the house. Considering that it was a little late today, they decided to go tomorrow morning.

The next morning, Bruce took Aisha and followed the landlord to the new house. This was a small building some distance away from the city center. The house was old and the furniture was simple, but fortunately it had two floors and two separate bedrooms.

Bruce was very satisfied, but he was a little worried about Aisha. After all, she was the eldest lady of Wayne Manor and she would not be used to living in such a simple house.

But Aisha seemed very happy, especially after seeing the only small children's slide in the backyard.

They happily finalized the rent. Bruce was quite experienced in bargaining and bargained down the rent to a very low price, which he could afford even if he worked part-time.

In the afternoon, Bruce went to the interview, and the interview location was at the Osborne West Coast Medical Experiment Center in the suburbs of San Francisco.