Chapter 2559: Xiao Xiao Down (XVII)

Chapter 2533: Xiao Xiao Down (Seventeen)

Killer Croc arrived at six o'clock the next morning. In fact, Schiller hadn't gotten up yet. He woke up when he heard the doorbell.

He worked until two o'clock last night, but fortunately, he had finished everything. Schiller drew a logo for Killer Croc's moving company and printed it out using gray fog.

He got in the car quickly and thought about how to open the conversation all the way to the manor.

It's actually very simple, isn't it? Just say "Hey, thanks for coming so late last night. I think you might need this", and then take out the logo pattern that can be glued to the truck.

But for people with autism, this is a bit difficult.

The emotional channels of people with autism are almost completely closed. They can only infer what emotions they should have now and what kind of emotional feedback they should give from social rules and common sense, but in fact they don't.

Schiller only knew that he called Killer Croc during his break, and Killer Croc came over. According to known social rules, Killer Croc sacrificed his break time to help him move, so he should thank him, but in fact, Schiller did not feel any gratitude in his heart.

And if he wanted to give back now, he should make a gesture of gratitude and be slightly excited, and the most difficult thing was that he had to show the expression that he expected Killer Croc to see when he saw the pattern, just like when someone gives a gift to someone else, he expects to see the other person's surprised expression.

But Schiller didn't care what expression Killer Croc would show, because whether Killer Croc was surprised or disgusted, he would not be happy or angry about it.

More importantly, he could actually analyze what expression Killer Croc would show in theory, even as small as a subtle wrinkle on the crocodile's face, he could imagine it in his mind, so in fact he didn't expect it at all.

You have to show gratitude, excitement, and expectation. These emotions cannot be mixed up, and there must be a sequence of order and intensity. You have to speak while expressing them, and you have to respond to the other party's reaction on the spot. If one link is wrong, the scene will be completely ruined.

"I saw the advertisement on your car last night..."

"You seem to care about that." Killer Croc interrupted him and said, "Actually, I know that thing is a bit scary, but I lost the bet with Jack before, so I can only stick it on. I will peel it off when the time comes and forget it."

"I mean, your moving company is actually..."

"That's just one of my dreams, just talking. Being a boss is more suitable for Bruce Wayne, isn't it?"

Damn ordinary people, Schiller couldn't help cursing in his heart, can he let him finish this sentence.

Wait, can Killer Croc be classified as an ordinary person?

But now it seems to be true. Apart from the slightly scary appearance, there is nothing unusual about the other party. Even his mental state is very normal.

Schiller guessed that it might be that the years of heavy physical labor consumed the violent factors in his body, allowing him to vent the energy that had nowhere to vent, so he looked like an ordinary person with an abnormal appearance.

No wonder he could survive in the bottom of Gotham. Although people might be scared by his appearance at first, they would soon realize that he was not a monster, but an ordinary person like them.

He looked completely opposite to himself, Schiller thought. When dealing with him, people were always confused by this excellent human skin, but they would soon find out that there was a monster hidden under the human skin.

Killer Croc, who was driving, turned his head and looked at him and said, "Do you have anything to say, Professor?"

Schiller simply stopped talking and handed the poster he had made to Killer Croc.

Because the poster was rolled up, Killer Croc couldn't tell what it was. It was not until the car stopped at the gate of the manor that Killer Croc unfolded the huge logo poster with some effort.

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed, looking up and down at the poster, but because his arm span was not big enough, he could not see the whole picture of the poster.

He took down the ugly photo he had pasted on the car, walked to the roof of the car with the poster, and shouted to the bottom: "Professor, help me pull the bottom, let's put it on!"

The poster logo was quickly pasted.

It has a black round frame on the outside, and inside the round frame is a cartoon crocodile giving a thumbs-up, squeezing one eye, with teeth shining in its open mouth, and its snout and head protruding from the round frame.

"Killer Croc Moving Company" was written in the same cartoon font below the round frame.

Killer Croc jumped down from the roof of the car, and was stunned when he saw the pattern. He came to his senses and pointed to the line of words below and said: "Um, Professor, who is Killer Croc?"

Schiller then remembered that Killer Croc was not actually called Killer Croc, but Waylon Jones, and because he had never been a killer in his life, he did not have the title of Killer Croc.

"But this is so cool, can you imagine? My two best friends have super cool titles, Batman and the Joker, but I don't, but it doesn't matter, now I have one, Killer Croc, it's so cool!"

"Do you like this logo?"

"Of course! It's awesome! Although it looks like this poster is saying 'The terrible crocodile killer will kill your whole family and help you move', I think it's very suitable for me and Gotham."

Killer Croc twisted his body very happily and said, "I originally wanted to give up the idea of ​​opening a moving company, but now I think maybe if I work a few jobs in the next few days, I can rent the storefront I liked before, and I can start taking orders with the storefront."

"I'm very optimistic about you." Schiller didn't know what to say, so he could only say this.

Killer Croc looked very excited, and Schiller wanted to help him, because the gray fog was not impossible to move, although the scene would be a little weird, it looked like furniture was floating in the sky, but there was no one else nearby anyway.

But Killer Croc stopped Schiller's action. As if to show his professionalism, he carried a wardrobe on one hand and two garden barbecue grills in each hand. In a few trips, he moved the furniture Schiller needed to the car.

On the way to the new house, Killer Croc was excitedly talking about his moving company plan. He planned to rent a storefront to take orders and drive himself to work first, because he could almost replace five strong men. He had observed small moving companies with only four or five people. It was no problem for him to start alone.

When the company gets bigger, he can start hiring people. More importantly, he can hire Jack, because Jack has a big truck. At that time, they can not only move residential houses, but also help move factories and companies.

Truck drivers are not doing well now, and they are taking private jobs outside. However, because the construction plan of Gotham has reached the stage of large-scale construction, residents move to the East District and factories move to the West District, and the most private moving jobs are moving.

But truck drivers are not professional movers. They are good at driving, but not so good at moving. They often gather four or five people to move for a long time, exhausted, and not moving much. In the end, they delay the employer's time and get no money.

So Killer Croc is ready to recruit some young laborers who are either abnormal in appearance or have some not-so-glorious resumes like him. He provides the people and the truck drivers provide the vehicles, so as to make more money in this trend.

Obviously, Killer Croc, a villain who has also made a name for himself in Gotham, is just a simple and very violent tool man in many comics. He cannot be said to be very smart, but at least he can struggle in such harsh living conditions and have time to commit crimes, which proves that he is also talented.

Schiller's original words were just perfunctory, but after listening to Killer Croc's plan, he even felt that Killer Croc's plan was more reliable than Bruce's plan.

At least he is not too ambitious, very down-to-earth, and has imagined possible accidents in every link. No wonder he can hang out with Batman and the Joker for so long.

There is inevitably a bit of traffic jam in Gotham in the morning. Schiller glanced at his watch and wondered if he could catch up with the first class. If not, he would switch classes with Victor.

But soon Killer Croc pointed out the window and said, "Professor, we have arrived at the new campus. Do you want to get off here?"

"What about these furniture?"

"I can send it to you and pile it in the backyard first. Anyway, I will go there again after your get out of class is over, and it will not be too late to sort it out then."

"It's okay, but there is another person in my house... I think she is a dangerous person. I will call her. Just don't worry about her."

Schiller got off the car at the gate of the new campus and rushed to the classroom as quickly as possible. On the way, he did not forget to call the house in the South District and told Raven not to run around. Someone will come to deliver something later. The person may look a little strange, so she should not make a fuss.

Raven was watching TV in the house at this time. In fact, she had not watched TV for such a long time since she moved in, because she did not know how to use this device. She grew up in the isolated world of God, where there were no modern electronic devices. So although she had some common sense, she still did not understand human technology.

Yesterday, she was hiding in the house and saw Schiller watching TV with the remote control. She found that this black machine would play all kinds of pictures. Today, she was bored and decided to try it out.

She saw that the program Schiller watched yesterday was being replayed for the second time today. When she was watching it with great interest, the doorbell rang.

Raven turned around to open the door, and was startled as soon as she opened the door. When Killer Croc saw that the person who opened the door was a beautiful girl, he was also a little embarrassed. He jumped back and hid behind the pillars of the porch.

"Uh, I'm a mover, I'm here to deliver something, how about you go upstairs first, I'll call you when I'm done?"

"No need." Raven shook his head, still a little indifferent: "You move, I want to watch TV."

Raven sat back on the sofa, Killer Croc moved furniture through the house one by one, and was a little curious during the time, because the show on TV was quite exciting, and it happened to be about those people who were going to repair the old house.

"I dare say this big guy is not professional at all." Killer Croc said, "He is very good at unloading the beam, but if he carries such a big piece of wood like this, I bet he will have a huge bruise on his shoulder the next day, and it will take at least two months to heal."

"Is it difficult?" Raven asked puzzled.

"Of course, the beam is very heavy and difficult to balance. Usually two people are required to carry it together. If one person has to carry it, he has to carry one end on his shoulder and drag the other end on the ground, dragging it forward like this." Killer Croc said after gesturing.

Then he saw Raven stand up, turn around and point to the door, and the wardrobe flew into the house and landed steadily on the ground.

Killer Croc was stunned.