Bruce first looked at Schiller and said, "There is a rule in this game, which is that you can't use any special abilities."

Schiller followed his line of sight and saw the umbrella in his hand, and he said, "It's just an umbrella, I'm not going to use it for anything else."

Bruce stared at him for 30 seconds, and Schiller finally disappeared the umbrella out of thin air, saying, "Well, it's cruel to have to buy your own umbrella, let's go, where is your home?"

"Are you going to live in my house? Aren't you going to find a home for yourself?" Bruce asked again.

Schiller took a deep breath and said, "Bruce Wayne, I hope you have a little basic respect for a teacher who has been chasing you for more than two months, checking your homework for more than two months, and supervising you for more than two months."

"You have to let me come to live in the slums and experience life, not only are you not allowed to bring money and ability, but you are not even allowed to bring an umbrella, and now you plan to let me go to find a house on my own on the first night?!"

"Why, in the past two months, your failed life in the slums has not made you realize that respecting teachers is one of the few ways you can preserve your humanity when you have become a stray dog, both physically and psychologically?"

Hearing Schiller say this, Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, Schiller's state just now was so strange that he even felt that Schiller's heart was soft.

Thankfully, his professor was back to normal in just a few minutes, returning to his style of hating everyone equally.

So Bruce nodded and said, "My home is a bit far away, and if you're coming, it's probably going to be a long walk."

"Then why don't we get a ride?" Schiller asked rhetorically.

"There are no taxis here." Bruce replied, "If you want to take a ride, how do you know which car is available?"

"Why do you have to judge?" Schiller looked Bruce up and down as if he had something wrong with his head, and Bruce made a gesture of please, meaning "play for yourself."

Schiller shrugged his shoulders slightly, but instead of looking at the road, he looked left and right, and he saw that although it was deserted, there were several shops nearby, one of which was a nightclub.

In Bruce's field of vision, he saw that Schiller was walking straight towards the nightclub, and Bruce thought he was going to ask for directions, and the excitement of wanting to laugh out loud once again took over the high ground.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because Schiller walked into the nightclub, and after a while, a man was dragged out of it.

Looking at the dress, it should be a nightclub security guard, at this time life and death are uncertain, lying on the ground unconscious, Schiller pulled out the gun he was holding in his hand, opened the magazine and checked the bullet, reinstalled the magazine, and then loaded.

He stood in the middle of the road with the shotgun in his hand, and after a screak, the truck driver's scolding was pointed at the head before he could blurt out.

Schiller stood by the window and shook his head at Bruce to tell him where he was going, and Bruce opened his mouth and said, "No, we can't ......"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! The driver yelled, "Where are you madmen? The Viper Gang dare to intercept the goods?!"

"We don't want the goods." Schiller said very calmly, "We'll give you a spot, and you can drive there."

The driver, who was yelling just now, suddenly brought a hint of crying, and he said, "Goods...... Leave me alone, I haven't offended you......

"Get in the car." Schiller tilted his head again, looked at Bruce, who was still standing there, and said, "What are you doing in a daze, go open the cargo door?"

With that, he went straight to the car and got into the passenger seat, but put the gun away, and the driver did not dare to move, even though he had another gun at hand.

Schiller glanced at the watch on his wrist, pushed his glasses and said, "Can you get there before 9 o'clock?"

"Yes...... Yes, as long as there is no traffic jam...... Well, for sure." The driver swallowed

Water, glanced at Schiller secretly, and then, without saying anything, stepped on the accelerator and ran wildly.

The original half-hour journey was compressed into 15 minutes, and when he got out of the car, Bruce was shaken and wanted to vomit, and after getting out of the car, Schiller took the gun, pointed to the front and said, "Where is your home? Lead the way."

Bruce stared at the truck speechlessly, and disappeared into the Gotham night at a speed like a desperate run, so fast that he couldn't even see the exhaust.

He could only lead the way in front, because now Schiller had a gun in his hand and he didn't.

"You killed the security guard?" Bruce asked.

"Of course not, why should I kill him?" Schiller surveyed his surroundings as he walked, and Bruce asked, "How did you stun him, did you cheat?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "It's very simple, make a little movement in the grocery room next to it, lure one of them away, and then take the vase from the grocery room and shine it on the back of the head, not to mention me, anyone over 1.6 meters tall can do it."

Bruce was silent, and then, walking to the shoal in front of him, he pointed to one of the cans and said to Schiller, "This is my home, but it looks like you can't live there."

Schiller looked around at the surroundings, Bruce's house is not the only one, the buildings in the canned area are basically the same style, and it is a bit insulting to Syria to say that it is a war damage.

"You just live here?" Schiller's voice was a little distorted by the sea breeze, but Bruce had no intention of going around in circles, he pointed to the unburned fire next to him and said, "We have to light the fire before it rains, or we will never light it."

Schiller glanced up at the sky, now that the clouds were thick, it must be raining soon, he pointed his gun at Bruce and said, "It seems that we have to hurry up to find a house tonight."

After speaking. Schiller walked out, and Bruce followed him, and Schiller looked back at the tent where he was staying, and said, "This kind of architecture is still a little too early for mankind."

Before leaving the shoal, Schiller threw the gun to the ground, and Bruce opened his eyes for a moment, as if he didn't understand why he was doing it.

Schiller looked at the gun and said, "If I didn't want to get here quickly, I wouldn't want to use such a violent method, I actually hate violence, and pointing a gun at someone is not aesthetic at all, let's go."

With that, he walked up the steps out of the shoal, and Bruce had to admit that he was a little moved to see the gun that Schiller had dropped, and that no one understood the importance of the gun better than him, and that he felt that Schiller had made a wrong decision.

Having a gun doesn't necessarily get better, but not having a gun only gets worse, and that's what Bruce learned in the past two months, he's owned a weapon several times, but a lot of things can't be solved by a weapon.

Schiller didn't hitchhike any more, but kept going, but fortunately, it wasn't too far from his target, and the building of the Living Hell was so conspicuous that it could be seen from a long distance.

After seeing the buildings of the Living Hell, and the direction Schiller walked, Bruce knew. His goal is to live in hell.

After Schiller entered the interior of the Living Hell building, it finally rained, and Bruce said, "I know who I should go to to rent a house, I can talk to him, but you have to pay the money yourself, do you have the money?"

"I don't, but you can go to the landlord first, and I'll walk around here." Schiller looked up at the lamp above him and said, "I'll be waiting for you in this corridor."

Bruce didn't think too much about it, he turned around and went downstairs to find the landlord inside the living hell, the security situation here is much better, just ask the owner of the house at the door guard downstairs, and you can go up and knock directly.

When Bruce went to the landlord to ask for the price, and then went back to Schiller, he found that Schiller was not in the hallway, but that a door was open in the hallway where all the doors were closed.

He walked up to the door and found Schiller standing in the drawing-room, somewhat disgusted with a pack of cigarettes, as if checking the sign.

Seeing Bruce appear, he turned his head and said, "Oh, you're here? You may be seated."

The tone is right

Naturally, as if he was in his own home, as if he had just done nothing, Bruce looked at him from head to toe, from hair to instep, without any trace of emptiness, only relaxation and comfort.

Schiller lit a cigarette, took a puff, looked up and exhaled the smoke, and said, "It's a two-room house, and if you rent one, you can only give me $5 a week in rent."

"What about the original owner of this house?" Bruce stood outside the door and asked, "Every tenant here is registered, and you're going to be kicked out."

As he was saying this, the landlord contacted by Bruce came up, and when he saw Bruce with a pestle outside the door, he walked over with some confusion, and then saw Schiller standing in the room, and he asked with some confusion, "Who are you?" Where's Joe?"

"Hello, I'm Rodriguez, the owner of this house, it turns out that the intruder just now is called Joe, I scared him away, thank you for worrying about my safety." Schiller stepped forward and shook the landlord's hand.

The landlord was stunned, because what Schiller said was so taken for granted, that he really doubted his memory, and then he said, "No, what nonsense are you talking about, are you drunk?" I rented it to Joe, where did you come from......

"Regardless, today is a day to celebrate." Schiller paused his feet, looking a little excited, and said, "Someone should come to congratulate you on your new housewarming, Bruce, come on in, and this gentleman, we can have a little party......

After speaking. He turned around and walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and said, "Oh, it's not bad, there's a pizza here, I remember, I should have ordered it yesterday......

In the crack in the refrigerator door opening, Bruce saw a chair leg with blood sticking to it, and then at the three chairs next to the square dining table, he hesitated to enter.

A "bang" came from behind him, and he turned around to see the landlord's expression of swallowing.

And at this time. Schiller stood up from the side of the refrigerator, and he beckoned to the two of them, "Why don't you come in yet? There are three chairs here, just enough for us to sit on......

"No, no, Mr. Rodriguez, that ...... I'm coming up just to remind you that the rent is ten dollars a week, and it's paid next Wednesday." The landlord left immediately.

Bruce touched his chest and felt his conscience ache a little, so he asked, "What about the tenant named Joe!"

"I threw that intruder downstairs, but unfortunately it's the third floor, and I hope he can learn enough lessons."

Schiller turned to look at Bruce and said, "Gotham Iron Law, don't just break into someone's house unless you're invited by the owner, Bruce, are you coming to a housewarming party?"

Bruce instinctively shook his head at Schiller walking towards him, and then he heard Schiller say, "The second rule of Gotham, if the landlord invites you, you'd better come in quickly."

Bruce watched as Schiller dragged a chair out from behind the door, then broke off a leg, dragging most of the wooden thorns off and turning them into a sharp awl.

The moment Schiller's eyes met, Bruce stepped on the door rug and said in a somewhat stiff tone, "Congratulations on the housewarming."