Chapter 797: Deadly Joke (Twenty-Four)

There was a very famous movie called "Rain Man", which actually shows the daily life of patients with this disease, but in fact the movie is a little exaggerated. There are very few people with this special ability, and many mental patients and psychiatrists will never see one in their lifetime.

Bruce also knows a word called "natural born killer", which is not a mental illness, but a term related to psychology in the history of crime. It refers to those who are born without any compassion for their own kind, unable to recognize social morality, and can get spiritual pleasure from controlling and hurting others.

Among countless bloody lessons, criminal behaviorists have proposed that such people are the most difficult criminals because they are infinitely close to having no motive for killing.

They are not for fame, not for profit, or even for pleasure. Many times, they kill people, just like people decide to eat beef tonight. There is no special reason, just want to eat.

Their brains have the idea of ​​killing, just like the human brain thinks of eating beef. When this idea appears, it is not trapped by any human life morality, nor does it trigger sympathy.

Therefore, they often create random murders that are the most headaches for detectives.

The victim may have nothing to do with them, everything is improvisation, and after being arrested, it is almost impossible to reform, just like a messenger of death wandering in the world, randomly selecting lucky people and ending their lives.

Bruce is not sure whether Schiller is such a person, but he found that Schiller did lack the most basic sense of morality and compassion for the act of hurting others, and the degree to which he took it for granted made Bruce feel that this might be a congenital mental illness, not caused by any acquired hatred.

After such a long period of observation, Bruce found that if it is antisocial caused by acquired hatred, when taking action, they often have intense emotions, such as happiness, excitement, fear, etc.

But if it is a natural antisocial, they are very calm when they take action, as if they have done nothing, even the most professional interrogation equipment, it is difficult to judge whether he is lying.

Because these people think from the bottom of their hearts that they did nothing, they just ate a bite of beef, they are very puzzled by the process of interrogation, trial, detention, etc., and don’t understand why people are so fussy about him eating a bite of beef.

Being able to observe Schiller more closely as an equal, Bruce found that he might have drawn the worst lot. Schiller was a natural killer, highly intelligent and antisocial, and he would suddenly have an idea and change dinner to beef at any time.

Schiller, who was sitting opposite him, looked at him and asked, "Are you going to rent my house? If you don't plan to do so, then leave my house. I have something else to do."

Bruce opened his mouth. He felt that leaving now was not a wise choice. No one knew what Schiller would do without supervision.

He found that he had shot himself in the foot. He originally wanted to integrate into the lives of ordinary people and observe the ecological environment of the slums.

But now, he has indeed integrated into the life of an ordinary person, but this ordinary person, on the first day of coming to Gotham, got a two-bedroom, one-living-room house and a glass of water sent by the gangsters who ruled the entire district of the living hell.

Bruce sighed and said, "Yes, I will rent a room here, but I can't pay you the rent right away. I need to find a job to have working capital..."

"Since you have lived here for so long, you should be able to introduce me to the jobs here, right?" Schiller said.

"There are many jobs here, but they certainly don't meet your requirements." Bruce put his hands on the table and said, "There are jobs for porters near the dock, and warehouses can be sorted. There are restaurants nearby where you can serve dishes or cook. There are water delivery workers and recorders inside the living hell, and there are truck drivers outside..."

"Judging from your expression, your job search experience in the past few days should not be so smooth." Schiller looked at him and said, "What jobs have you tried, and what stumped you?"

Bruce pursed his lips and didn't want to talk. Schiller said, "You are much more stingy than I thought. You are unwilling to give a person who lives here for the first day a little experience..."

Just as Bruce was about to say something, Schiller said first, "How about this, I can try all the jobs you mentioned. Tomorrow, I will go to the dock to see if there is a need for people there."

Bruce looked at Schiller again and shook his head.

No matter from which angle, Schiller is not a very strong man. He is very tall, 187, but he looks thin overall, and because of his dress, his muscles are not visible. This is not the image of someone who can do physical work.

After these few days, Bruce knew that the recruiters at the docks had sharp eyes. They could tell at a glance whether you had work experience or not, and one of the important bases for judgment was your hands.

As long as you are engaged in handling work, it is inevitable that there will be some marks on your hands, such as calluses from friction, scars from bumps, or marks left by wind and sun.

After the warehouse caught fire, Bruce also lost his job. He tried to work as a porter at the dock again, but at first, he was recruited only because the recruiter needed a poor guy to accompany the crocodile man.

The crocodile man couldn't work because of his injury, so when Bruce went there to apply for the job again, he was directly rejected.

He didn't look so strong anymore, and his hands were too well maintained. He looked like an inexperienced rookie. The recruiters didn't like such people, and they might damage the goods, so Bruce hasn't found a new job yet.

Hearing that Schiller was going to try his luck at the dock tomorrow, he didn't have much hope. The two of them definitely didn't meet the requirements of the dock recruiter.

The next day, Schiller and Bruce came to the dock together, but Schiller didn't go to the recruiter's shed. Instead, he walked around the entire dock warehouse, stopped at the door of each warehouse, and then came to the unloading place and watched the unloading process for about two hours.

After that, he went to the recruiter again, but did not mention that he was here to apply for a job. Instead, he had a pleasant chat with the recruiter. In this way, the whole morning passed, and there was no progress in finding a job. However, he was familiar with the terrain of the dock warehouse area.

When it was time for lunch, Bruce looked at Schiller and asked, "What are you doing? Why don't you look for a job?"

Schiller put his hands above his eyes, blocking the non-existent sunlight, and looked at the sea and said, "You have to check the area first before looking for a job... I mean, learn about the situation nearby first?"

Bruce narrowed his eyes. Since Schiller came, he has been in a state of high alert all the time. In this extremely tense situation, the laughter in his ears has become smaller.

At noon, Bruce was hungry. He wanted to find something to eat, but Schiller had no intention of leaving. It happened that there were many small vendors near the dock. Bruce chose a stall with the best view and sat down. While eating, he stared at Schiller's movements.

Bruce frowned when he saw Schiller walk into an alley, but soon he found a sign there, indicating a public toilet.

Previously, Gotham had carried out a lot of infrastructure renovations, and most crowded places had public toilets built, providing a lot of convenience for people working here.

Bruce was relieved to find that Schiller was just going to the bathroom. He was really hungry, so in the next half hour, he focused on eating lunch.

In fact, the lack of nutrition during this period of time has affected his thinking speed, but since Batman is a super genius, his thinking speed is several times that of ordinary people, so it has only slowed down a little, which is not easy to see.

But this did slow him down a bit when making some decisions. Then, after he finished his meal, Schiller came over and said, "I found a job as a warehouse goods recorder."

Bruce's hand holding the fork froze, and he said, "How did you find it???"

"Oh, just when I went to the bathroom, I ran into the recruiter who I was chatting with before. He told me that the goods recorder in the expedited warehouse had just broken his leg accidentally, but there was a batch of expedited goods to be shipped out in the afternoon. This job is not something that everyone can do. It has to be someone like me who can count."

Bruce slowly put down his fork, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "There is a The employee just broke his leg. He happened to be a goods recorder in an expedited warehouse. There was a batch of expedited goods arriving this afternoon. You also happened to meet the recruiter in the bathroom..."

"Opportunities always come to those who are prepared." Schiller shrugged and said, "Although we are not teachers and students now, I still have to remind you that you should be well prepared before doing anything. You see, you didn't wait for nothing this morning..."

Bruce looked into his eyes and said, "Where did you take the goods recorder?"

"He fell from the second floor of the warehouse and broke his leg. He is probably sent to the hospital now." Schiller took out a tissue and wiped his hands, saying calmly.

Looking at Bruce's increasingly dark face, he said, "A happy life must be created with your own hands, and opportunities must be fought for by yourself... Wait, did you just say that you don't have a job now? Do you want me to help you get an opportunity? It's only ten dollars..."

"No need." Bruce said immediately. If Schiller continued to create, Gotham's hospital would not be able to accommodate him.

"Really? I just heard from the recruiter that the afternoon shipment is very urgent and at least a dozen people are needed, but half of the people are still missing. He asked me to help look for them at the dock..."

Bruce stopped holding the fork and looked at Schiller and asked, "Are you sure this position doesn't need to be created?"

"Of course, why would I lie to you? You can go to their recruitment shed and ask. I heard that the wages can be negotiated..."

Looking at Bruce standing up and leaving, Schiller turned around and said to the owner of the snack stand, "Please give me another ten-dollar portion and put it on his account."

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