As Gotham gradually enters the summer, the temperature rises, the wind and rain stop, except for some light rain in the first half of the night, the weather is much better, and this kind of weather is more friendly to people who have no permanent residence, at least they don't have to worry about freezing to death at night.

Rather ironically, Bruce didn't throw away his nemesis Jack the Clown's money, which is incredible for Batman, everything related to criminals, in his opinion, is a virus, and money is especially so.

But now, he's not Batman, but he's not Bruce Wayne either, neither of whom would do such crazy things to fight the slums and these civilians he's never been before.

Batman would feel that this was a waste of time, because he hadn't actually done anything during that time.

He used up all his energy and physical strength, and the only thing he did was to live, and if it was the former Batman, he would definitely denounce it as a waste of life.

But here Bruce lives in fear, and he can't take a step for half a day, and he's poor enough to accept help from Jack the Clown, but he still doesn't have enough money to rent a better apartment.

Bruce's initial goal was Living Hell, which he had transformed, and he wanted to see for himself what had become of it.

Then he found out that he couldn't afford to rent a house there.

The rent for a one-bedroom house in Living Hell is $15 a week, which is an unimaginably high price in the East End, and the apartment where Selena lives is also a one-bedroom apartment with a bathroom and balcony, and it only costs $6 a week.

Bruce, who can't afford to rent a one-bedroom apartment, lowers the bar, and Living Hell has some side rooms, which are inside Living Hell and are just single rooms that no one else can use, only one bedroom, no living room and kitchen, and those with windows are $3 a week, and those without windows can even go up to $2.

But the house was so small, so small that it could only fit one bed, and since it was rented out by someone else, it meant that it was definitely necessary to live with the landlord, and Bruce asked several families, and no one wanted to live with a strong adult male like him, because it was dangerous.

Those who can rent such a good house at a low price are basically frail women, such as Maggie, which will not threaten the safety of the landlord, and must be introduced by acquaintances, otherwise, the Gotham people will not let others live in their own homes casually.

Finding that he couldn't afford to rent a house in Living Hell, Bruce began to look around Living Hell again, but as long as the house was within the range of the water purifier, the rent was very expensive.

The water purifier that Batman once spent a lot of money on here is now the culprit for his inability to rent a house.

But Bruce had to rent a house with a water purifier, and his stomach couldn't afford any more.

The peddler who sold cigarettes said to Bruce, "The basement near Living Hell is rented out, and there are not only water purifiers there, but also public restrooms on each floor, which were built together with Living Hell before."

"However, there is also a gang there to help you guaranture, but I know a gang that does this business, and as long as you can come up with the money, they will be willing to help you find a house." ….

Bruce thought about it for a moment and felt that he had no better choice, so he found the gang agent under the guidance of this cigarette vendor.

They live in a dilapidated house on the edge of Living Hell, and as soon as they see the environment, Bruce's heart is half cold, if they really have a way to get a good house near Living Hell, then why live here?

The boss of the agency, a woman with tattoos, patted Bruce on the shoulder and said, "You're from out of town, aren't you?" We have been in this business for a year now, and all our customers are very satisfied, as long as you pay the money, we guarantee that we can find you a suitable house."

"Can I ask the price?" Bruce asked.

"For a $10 employment fee, we can negotiate the rent for you, and you can see the property in advance, but after renting, you can't change your mind anymore."

The woman took a puff of her cigarette and said, "We can also help you find a job, we have access to the kitchen and the front desk, of course, if you want to go striptease."

If you want a bar, I can also introduce you, and you'll be very hot."

Hearing his sworn assurance, Bruce was already a little puzzled, he was a very suspicious person himself, and he hardly trusted anyone, so he finally rejected the intermediary and planned to find it himself.

Then he found out that all the people who rent here are agents.

Each of these agents pat their chests and promised to find a suitable house, and Bruce had no choice but to choose the one he felt was the most reliable.

As it turned out, his eyesight was good, this was not a shady agent, and he did find a house, but the price was also very expensive, the employment fee was $15, the rent was $5 per week, and the rent started at a month.

Bruce's newly rented house is still a basement, but fortunately it is relatively close to Living Hell, so there is a water purification system, and a tap in the house can drink water directly, but if you want to go to the toilet, you must leave here and go to the public restroom in Living Hell.

But it turns out. Just one day after moving in, the house began to leak, the upstairs water pipe was not tightly sealed, the leaking place was just at the head of Bruce's bed, and the next day he caught a cold again.

After two more days, Bruce discovers that his neighbor is doing illegal business, with all kinds of customers coming and going, and he can still hear some noises in the middle of the night that he doesn't want to hear but has to hear.

Just lived for a week, and a gang came to the door to ask for protection money, Bruce thought it was blackmail, but the neighbors paid it, and he could only pay it, and after chatting with the neighbors, he found out that the reason why the rent was cheap was because it did not include protection fees, and the protection fee was $5 per week.

Bruce's patience is really reaching its limit, he can accept that he is hungry, he can accept that he is stuck in traffic, but he can't accept that he is pitted.

Batman is a very tolerant person, the most tolerant person besides Schiller.

Bruce wants to clean up these black intermediaries, but he knows that he can only outwit, he can't accept the consequences of being injured, and if he wants to outwit, he has to drive the tiger and devour the wolf.

And at this moment, he heard that the big man in this area was thoroughly investigating illegal renting, and he paid a bribe to a child, and the child pointed him down to investigate. ….

So, Bruce meets the informant one night and becomes a witness, identifying the black agent who rented him the house and the gang who collects protection money twice a week.

It's easy to identify a black agent, but it's a bit harder to prove that a gang is unruly.

The investigator said that their leader wanted to see him, and Bruce didn't think much about it, and then, he saw a familiar person, it was Copote, who was waiting in the restaurant.

When Copote saw Bruce, he thought he was hallucinating, and he unscrewed the pill bottle again, threw a pill into his mouth, and made Bruce wait in the reception room for half an hour before he re-entered.

Then he found that his mental condition was really getting worse and worse, and taking medicine could not solve the problem of hallucinations.

The person in front of him had a Bruce Wayne face, probably Bruce Wayne's face.

But by this time, he was very thin, his cheeks were a little sunken, and more importantly, his beard was not repaired, his sideburns were not shaved, he did not wear a watch on his hands, and even his boots were covered with mud.

After staring at Bruce for a full minute, Copote was sure that there was nothing wrong with his memory, and that it was the person in front of him who was at fault.

"What the hell is wrong with you??? Cobot asked, looking at Bruce.

"You don't have to worry so much." Bruce sat on the couch, patted the ash on his sleeve and said, "I can tell you how many black agents there are around Living Hell, how many gangs are collecting protection money in violation of regulations, how many children are collecting money from agents to solicit customers for them, and I can even tell you how many pimps are around here and where they do business."

Cobot thinks the current situation is very interesting, he is in front of Bruce Wayne, the famous Batman, but the interesting thing is not this, the interesting thing is that Batman just said that he was going to tell him the information.

"You're not sick, are you? Wayne?" Cobott glanced at the weather outside, and he said, "If you're crazy, yes

Hurry up and get your medicine, aren't there enough lunatics in this city? You can't cure them, so you choose to join?"

"I'm not crazy." Bruce's eyes were sunken in their sockets, deeper than usual, but their eyes were bright.

And he seems to have completely abandoned the original Riddler style, saying, "I can help you increase the efficiency of reorganizing order around Living Hell by more than 50%, the question is, how much are you going to pay for it?"

"You're really crazy." Cobot sat across from Bruce, looked him in the eye and said, "I'm willing to help you call Professor Schiller now and ask him to take you to Arkham Asylum for treatment, how much are you willing to pay for it?"

"I said, I'm not crazy, if you want to call the professor. Just hit it, because I'm already sure that I'll write an excellent thesis and graduate from him as an excellent graduate." Bruce said.

Copote put his hand over his forehead, and he said to his subordinates, "Go to my office and bring the second bottle of medicine from my right hand on my desk."

After a while, his subordinates took the bottle of medicine, and Colbert waved his hand to the bodyguards beside him, and they immediately went up and held Bruce down, which was very simple, because Bruce lost a lot of weight, and he had little strength, so he could hardly resist.

Cobot poured a pill out of the pill bottle and said to Bruce, "This is a tranquilizer, and you weigh a lot more than me, so taking one pill should be just right."

Then, he asked his subordinates to feed the pill into Bruce's mouth, Bruce was struggling, but it was useless, he lost at least 30 pounds in more than a month.

Originally, he was a relatively lean body, after more than a month of extreme poverty, the water and fat have basically bottomed out, and the muscles have begun to fall, so far, it is a bit exaggerated to say that he has a five-five fight with Copote, but it is definitely not enough to beat the gangster bodyguards above 80 kilograms.

Fortunately, Copot didn't intend to embarrass him, he wasn't a clown-like maniac, he knew the weight of Bruce Wayne, and he didn't do it to make Batman look ugly, but he was really afraid that he would do something crazy and hurt himself.

People can die, but don't die in my restaurant, Cobott thought, if Wayne did die here, this restaurant wouldn't want to do any celebrity business anymore.

After chatting with Bruce for a long time, Cobot was sure that he was really crazy, he was not even afraid of Schiller anymore, and he was not afraid of anything now.

But Colbert was scared.

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