"There's only one pizza, but it's a guest from afar, so let's eat it." Schiller opened the kitchen valve, heated the pot, then heated the pizza, poured two glasses of water, and brought it to the table.

Bruce sat at one end of the table, looking at the steaming pizza, but he didn't have any appetite, he was now very concerned about the chair that had lost its legs, and felt that it was more important than any food.

However, his physical condition is not subject to increasing strength, and Bruce is indeed very hungry, and in the past two days, he has only eaten a little conch and kelp, which cannot resist the tantalizing aroma of modern industrial food, and then, with trembling hands, he picks up a piece of pizza and puts it in his mouth.

Hell's Kitchen has a refrigerator in every standard unit, and the reason for this is dense ice, and the way refrigerators are cooled has changed dramatically, making it cheaper and fresher at a better price.

So, the pizza tasted good, as if it had just been baked, and Schiller sat across from her and watched her eat it, and Bruce mechanically filled the pizza into his mouth, and when he was halfway through it, he said, "Aren't you going to eat it?"

"Nope." Schiller replied.

"Aren't you hungry, then?" Bruce asked again.

"If I'm hungry, I'll go find something to eat myself." Schiller took a sip of water, turned his eyes to the side, and put the cup in front of his mouth.

Bruce thought of something bad, and he immediately stopped eating, but at this time, Schiller coughed twice and spat out the water in his mouth.

"God! Why is this water so unpalatable?" Schiller frowned, looked at the water in the cup, and said, "Isn't there a water purifier installed here???

Bruce drank the glass of water in front of him, and he said, "Yes, but the water purifier is a performance type, and there is no guarantee of taste, and it is not the same thing as a separate water purifier in a wealthy area."

Schiller frowned, with a very disgusted expression, he put the glass back on the table, and said, "I need someone to bring me a clean glass of water, it's too bad to drink."

"It's clean water." Bruce replied, "The safety of the water purifier is completely guaranteed, it's just that the taste is a little worse."

"That's the key." Schiller said as he stood up from the table.

And then. He walked over to the phone in the living room of the house and said, "I remember when I came in, I saw the phone number of the gangster here on the wall advertisement, and I thought about it...... Oh, hey, hello."

「…… I'm Rodriguez, the new resident here, and today is my first day of moving into a new house, so I wonder if you can come and come to my housewarming party and bring a glass of clean water as a gift?"

"No, it's not a spam call, I'm serious about telling you, if you really don't want to come to the party, then just bring me a glass of water."

"Do you think I'm joking? But I really need a glass of water right now, and I can tell you the consequences that could result if I can't get it."

"I have a rule that if I don't have an umbrella, no one is allowed to rain, and if I can't drink water, then no one is allowed to drink."

"If you don't bring me a glass of water, I'll walk 8.7 kilometers southeast from here to the ACE chemical plant on the edge of the East End."

"A chemical agent for making pesticides has recently been produced there, and the concentrate is still lethal to humans after being diluted about 1,800 times."

"At 11:10 tonight, I will reach the northwest gate of the ACE chemical plant and lead the bodyguards there, and at 11:30, I will successfully enter the management office of the ACE chemical plant and check where the chemicals I need are stored."

"At 11:40, I will come to the warehouse of the chemical plant, find what I need, fill it in a bottle, and bring it back to the living hell."

"At 2 o'clock in the morning, I will find the water source valve of the living hell, and then follow the pipeline to the bottom water purification area, and put the chemical reagent in the bottle into the water source in stages."

"I'm not a good at chemistry, so I can't estimate how many people will die, but as

If there is a large-scale water poisoning, you will be blamed, or you can blame the idiot who made the water purifier."

Schiller glanced at Bruce and said, "Anyway, it was Batman's fault that he made the purified water here too unpalatable."

Hung up the phone, and within five minutes, there was a knock on the door outside, and after opening the door, a strong man in a suit and leather shoes and sunglasses appeared outside the door first, and behind him were four or five bodyguards, each fully armed.

Schiller stepped forward, shook the hand of the strong man, and said, "Hello, Mr. Hans, welcome to my new home, please come in."

Hans didn't move, he looked Schiller from head to toe, then waved his hand and told the man behind him to put the gun down, because he was sure that the person in front of him was the kind of person he thought.

There's a truth that everybody knows in Gotham, and that's that if you're in the East End, and you see someone who looks thin, weak, well-mannered, and who speaks with a lot of words and a soft-spoken voice, there's only two words – run.

This is actually a very clear logic, in a security situation like Gotham, if the power is not dominant, how can such a person survive?

Living Hell is located in the relatively central part of the Eastern End, surrounded by gangster territory, and it is all those thorns who are not easy to mess with.

Want to get in here. There are two ways, either you don't look easy to mess with, five big and three thick, covered with tattoos, and you look like hard stubble.

Either that. As long as no one knows you're in, you'll be able to come in.

Gotham is not afraid of those who are very strong, because such people can be found everywhere, and gangsters are very disciplined to make themselves look as vicious as possible in order to gain an advantage in the fire.

And those who do not seem to be vicious at all, speak in a very calm tone, speak without swearing, and seem to be very easy to bully, and can survive in the slums, it shows that they must have used other methods, and this method is more varied and difficult to pass the trial.

Of course, there will also be some piglets from other places, who were in this style when they first came, but the smart people in them will try to blend into Gotham, camouflage themselves with a tough appearance, in exchange for some convenience, and the stupider people will definitely not be able to live to hell.

So here, when such a person appears, what is his identity, you can imagine.

The people of Gotham also know very well that it is not a wise choice to use force against such a person, unless you are sure that you can completely crush him, otherwise, you may see him standing at your bedside and smiling at you the moment you close your eyes tonight.

He shook Schiller's hand very seriously, and he said, "The water here tastes really bad, doesn't it? Sir, did you just move in today?"

Schiller nodded and said, "Yes, actually, I'm also a first-time visitor to the Eastside, so you can tell that I'm not a native of Gotham, and I haven't been here for long...... Oh, you see, I'm so rude to let you stand outside for so long, come in."

Hans took a slight step back and said, "No, sir, I won't disturb your housewarming party, you need water."

Hans handed over a bottle of water, Schiller took two steps forward, took it without thinking, then unscrewed the cap and took a sip, nodded and said, "It still tastes good in pure water, thank you, Mr. Hans, if you have any trouble, you can come to me, I will be happy to pay a good payment for this bottle of water."

Hans waved his hand at him and said, "Goodbye, then, sir."

"Goodbye."

Schiller closed the door, took two more sips of water, and let out a satisfied sigh, then he took the two cups and brushed them clean, poured a glass of pure water for Bruce, and said, "You should really taste this, it will make the glass of water you just drank ashamed of yourself in your stomach."

Bruce covered his eyes with his hands and said, "You can't ......."

"What can't be?" Schiller glanced at Bruce, and he said, "You're not going to say I can't deal with gangsters, are you? Please, don't you want to see what's going on now?"

"I was slammed

However, I have come to live here for a while, I don't know the place well, I don't even know any friends, I have to find a place to settle down and meet some people before I can find a job, right?"

"Looking for a job?" Bruce's tone fluctuated a little, and he pursed his lips and said, "What kind of job are you going to look for?"

Schiller sat down, drank water and said, "I hope this job will provide me with enough food and water, not too tired, and preferably my personal hobbies."

He lowered his head and shook his head, "It's a bit whimsical, isn't it? But people always have to dare to think before they can dare to do."

Bruce had already thought of something very horrible from the demands of his job, and he looked carefully at the professor opposite, in fact, he had never been so close to Schiller.

This proximity does not refer to physical distance, but to their situation.

Many times, Schiller is in the position of a teacher, and in this case, he will habitually use words to pressure Bruce to gain the initiative.

And Bruce is generally busy looking for opportunities to fight back and regain the initiative, every time the two talk, the words are testing each other back and forth, and there is rarely a time when they speak calmly.

And now. The situation and status of the two of them are completely identical, and Bruce can also observe Schiller in more detail.

Then he found that some of the professor's behaviors were indeed a bit weird, for example, every time he put down the water glass, he was precisely placed at the same point, without the slightest error, and the octagonal water cup was always the same side rushing towards him.

Schiller would deliberately stare at the glass to make sure it was placed in the correct position.

At the same time, many of Schiller's movements are actually not smooth, and he seems to be a little stiff, and Bruce finds that his eyes are not in the right place, so he looks at it, and then he finds that Schiller seems to be counting the floor tiles.

Bruce thought back to the image in his memory, and he realized that this was not the first time Schiller had done this.

In fact, he has always had a slight difference from ordinary people, and this difference does not refer to his ability to turn into gray mist or mind reading, but when he performs some daily instinctive actions, he will appear different from ordinary people.

It's not so much like obsessive-compulsive disorder, because he doesn't have pathological compulsions, it's more like an instinctive and naturally occurring habit.

At this point, Bruce remembered that he had heard from Victor that Schiller was an autistic person, and a well-known scholar-type autistic patient.

Scholar syndrome, a special mental illness in which patients show extra genius in some areas but have cognitive impairment in others.

If Schiller is cognitively impaired in some way...... Bruce doesn't have to think about it, he knows what it is, in short, every aspect that touches people.