Chapter 2558: Whistling Down (XVI)

Chapter 2532: Down the Storm (Sixteen)

A little later, Schiller called Harley, who almost ran over and said incredulously: "You want to sell the house?! This manor?"

While recalling the names of the guests to be invited to the housewarming party, Schiller said: "Yes, most people here have moved away, and the community will soon decline. I came back late, and the house is no longer easy to sell, so I have to ask you for help."

Harley showed a sad expression. She looked up at Schiller's study and said: "We have spent a lot of time here. This manor is actually not bad, isn't it?"

"Yes, but it is indeed not suitable for modern people to live in."

"You are actually a modern person, which really surprised me!"

Schiller smiled and said: "Don't be surprised yet, you will be more surprised later, because I will talk to you about money next."

Harley immediately opened her mouth exaggeratedly, then covered her mouth and looked at Schiller with the eyes of a rare creature.

"I know you might want to buy this manor and keep it as a souvenir, but I don't think it's necessary. There are actually no traces of life left here, and there is nothing that must be treasured."

"What about those memories?" Harley asked, "What about the memories that come to mind when you see the furniture arrangement and furnishings here."

"Those are all in the mind, Harley, not in the house, nor on the furniture."

"That's you, you can completely replicate the room you are familiar with in your mind tower, and you naturally have these memories, but what about Jason and I? We spent part of our childhood here, you can't deny that."

Schiller frowned slightly, a trace of pain flashed between his eyebrows, he was silent for a while, and finally said: "If you want Reminisce about your childhood, or you can come to my room in the Thinking Tower. "

"Hurray!!!" Harley cheered, "I've wanted to go there for a long time, but you always said that some rooms are dangerous and wouldn't let me in."

"In fact, they are really dangerous, and you can't go in either. You can only..."

"Wait until I go in." Harley was very happy. She stared at Schiller for a while and said, "I feel that you have changed a lot, Schiller. In the past, you always avoided having more contact with people. If things hadn't reached the point where this method could only be used to solve the problem, you wouldn't invite anyone."

"I don't think this is an invitation either. It's just that if I want to sell the house, then I'm afraid you can only go to the Thinking Tower to reminisce about your childhood."

"But you obviously don't have to sell the house." Harley walked to the office. At the office desk, he came to the opposite side of Schiller, put his hands on the desk, leaned forward, stared at Schiller's face and said: "You don't need money that much, and you don't need to make money in this legal way. Are you trying something?"

"Don't try to spy on me, Miss." Schiller looked up at Harley who was looking down at him and said: "You should think about yourself now. You are going to college soon, right?"

"I'm not."

"Of course you have. In order to emphasize to Gordon that you are an adult, you reported your age a few years higher. According to the age on your file information now, you should be a freshman."

"Uh... this is just an accident." Harley showed an embarrassed expression and said: "I don't think it's necessary to go to college so early. I mean, if I leave , those stupid boys will definitely find it boring, I will play with them for a few more years. ”

“Don’t change the subject.” Harley slapped the desk hard, looked at Schiller and said: “What I mean is, in fact, you don’t have to force yourself. It turns out that you can live like that. If the strong desire to change comes from yourself, then the pain can naturally be overcome, but if it is to meet the wishes of others…”

Schiller turned his eyes away from Harley, and he began to become a little detached. Harley took a lot of effort to call him back, and then said: “Well, it seems that you are destined not to talk about this issue directly, so wait until I help you sell the house, and then we will talk. ”

“Are you trying to give psychotherapy to the most famous psychologist in the world?” Schiller asked her.

"So what? I'm planning to study psychology in college. I'm really sorry that your good student Bruce will be ranked one place lower because I will definitely get the first place."

Harry straightened up and raised his face and said, "It's a pity that I went to college earlier than Jason, otherwise I must have seen his wonderful expression when he got the second place."

"You look like the kind of elementary school student who deliberately makes trouble for someone because he has a crush on him." Schiller commented.

"You really deserve to be the most famous psychologist in the world. Give me the contract you bought the house before. I have to find a sucker for you."

Schiller gave Harley the information about the house, but he knew that they would meet again soon. Harley would definitely come to his mind palace tonight, and then rashly break into a dangerous room, be chased and scream, and need him to save her.

The guest list for the housewarming party was almost in shape. Schiller could have continued to sort it out, but he really couldn't help but want to see the new house. The contract was signed and the money had been paid. Now the house was his. Although many things had not been moved in, maybe he could stay there for a night.

But if he wanted to go, he would have to drive there anyway, so he might as well bring some necessities. Schiller pushed open his bedroom door and didn't know where to start.

He also had to bring bedding for tonight, lesson plans for tomorrow, a bunch of books for preparing lesson plans, cleaning tools, and even a set of electrical tools that Merkel had used before to check the problem of unstable current in the TV.

The trunk of his current car was relatively small, and it might not be able to fit so many things. It would be too troublesome to find that it couldn't fit after moving it down.

It would be too much trouble to call a moving company now. Schiller thought about it and went downstairs to pick up the telephone yellow pages and started flipping through them. After flipping through them for a long time, he finally made a call.

"Hello? Jack? I have something to do... No, there's no shredder, but actually shredders are also... Okay, then go to sleep. Do you know Waylon's phone number?"

Schiller wrote down a string of numbers and took a deep breath when dialing. He actually had no real communication with Killer Croc. Killer Croc Waylon was a friend of a friend, and in fact, a stranger.

"Hello, I'm Schiller."

Schiller jumped out of the bed when he heard the person on the other side, but it was not surprising. His name was indeed a bit scary, especially when it was said by Killer Croc's friends Bruce and Jack.

"It's like this, I need to move, but not now. I just need to take some daily necessities to my new house, and then officially move tomorrow. You have tonight and tomorrow..."

"No, I don't want you to help, I just want to hire..."

Killer Croc said a lot of things over there, Schiller listened silently, and after a while he said: "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Jones, I know you don't have a job now, so I will pay you."

"No, no one introduced you to me, I really need to move, it's probably a coincidence, God bless you."

Schiller hung up the phone and thought for a long time. In fact, Killer Croc said at the beginning that a friend of a friend is also my friend, and it's no big deal to help, but Schiller knew from Zatanna before that Killer Croc should have lost his job and is now looking for a new one.

Labor in Gotham is not as expensive as in most cities in the United States, and it is even cheaper now. Even if you pay the moving company's regular hourly wage, it's not much money, so Schiller decided to spend money to hire him.

But Killer Croc understood that Bruce or Jack introduced him to Schiller, and that they and Schiller were doing him a favor.

Schiller sighed. Ordinary people are always like this. Every interaction they have is not simple, but contains strong and complex emotions. They constantly understand and accept the kindness of others, and at the same time, they regard it as a burden and want to repay it.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is something that is learned naturally, but Schiller knows it is not. This is not one of human instincts. It should be said that it is another kind of social discipline. It is just that because it is beneficial to individuals and groups, it does not use such a cold adjective, but uses a warmer word-"humanity".

Killer Croc came soon, with a crocodile head that looked a little scary at night. Schiller was actually a little curious whether Killer Croc was a cold-blooded animal like a crocodile.

But now it seems not. Killer Croc moved things very neatly, and was not affected by the night temperature drop at all. The car he drove was a small van, and there was even a big head photo of him on it.

"I originally wanted to start a moving company." Killer Croc said in a muffled voice: "I almost saved enough money to start a business, but my last construction site was completed and there are no new construction sites recently. I have been doing short-term jobs and moving work."

Schiller stared at the photo of Killer Croc on the truck. The Killer Croc in the photo was roaring with his mouth wide open. No matter from which angle you look at it, this photo can only be said to be very Gotham style, in short, a little scary.

Moreover, the square truck was pasted with a square photo, which was a little crooked. Apart from the photo, there was no text on it, so people couldn't tell what it was for.

"This is not a good advertisement." Schiller shook his head and said.

"Yes, it was just a casual photo that Bruce took for me before." Killer Croc took out his mobile phone. The small mobile phone was held in his big claws, small like a toy. He used his claws to carefully press the buttons to show Schiller his photo album.

There were many photos of him, Jack, Bruce and Gordon, most of them at the smoky food stalls, and of course some at the police station.

"What are you doing at the police station?" Schiller asked curiously, pointing at a photo.

"Of course I'm going to help James." Killer Croc grinned and said, "Some prisoners are particularly difficult to interrogate. As long as I show up, they will scream and piss their asses. This trick works every time. If it doesn't work, then Jack will come. He is notorious. If he can't handle it, Bruce will have to come. Who dares to be stubborn with Bruce Wayne?"

For the first time, Schiller saw a brilliant smile on Crocodile's face, as if he didn't mind at all that he was actually the least intimidating of the three.

But it seems that there is really nothing to mind. After all, he doesn't rely on intimidation to make a living now. Thinking of this, Schiller thought of the advertisement posted on the outside of the car. This advertisement has more than enough intimidation, but it lacks publicity. It can scare people, but it is still a little bit short of letting people know what the owner of the car does.

"Can you come over tomorrow morning? I think I can move it before I go to work."

"Of course."

They arrived at their destination quickly. Killer Croc did not enter the house. Schiller moved his things in and sorted them out by himself, and stood at the window to say goodbye to him.

He quickly turned on his computer to finish the half-written lesson plan, which he wrote very quickly, and then he opened the drawing software.

Raven appeared behind him silently, staring at the glowing computer screen and tilted her head.

Schiller noticed her presence and looked back. Raven pointed at the pattern on the screen and asked, "What is this?"

Schiller looked back at his computer screen. There was a circular pattern on it, and in the middle of the pattern was a half-drawn cartoon crocodile.

"This is a crocodile."

"I know it's a crocodile. What I mean is why are you staying up late at night to draw a crocodile here?"

"Well... maybe to repay a favor?"