The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 799 A Deadly Joke (24)

There used to be a very famous movie called "Rain Man", which actually showed the daily life of patients with this disease, but in fact the movie is slightly exaggerated, there are very few people with this special ability, many mentally ill and A psychiatrist never sees one in his life.

Bruce also knows a word called "natural killers", which is not a mental illness, but a term related to psychology in criminal history, referring to those who are born without any compassion for the same kind and cannot recognize Social morality, a class of people who can derive spiritual pleasure from the behavior of controlling and hurting others.

Among countless lessons of blood and tears, criminal behavior scientists 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, profit, or even pleasure. Many times, they kill people, just like people who decide to eat beef tonight. There is no special reason, they just want to eat it.

Their brains produce the idea of ​​killing, just like the human brain thinks of eating beef. When this idea arises, they are not trapped by any human nature or morality, nor will they trigger sympathy.

Therefore, they often create random homicides that are the most troublesome for investigators.

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

Bruce was not sure if Schiller was 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 he took it for granted, which made Bruce feel that this might be an innate spirit Disease, not because of some acquired hatred.

After such a long period of observation, Bruce found that if it is anti-social caused by acquired hatred, when he does it, he will often have intense emotions, such as happiness, excitement, fear and so on.

But if they are naturally anti-social, they will be very calm when they do it, as if they have done nothing. Even with the most professional interrogation equipment, it will be difficult to judge whether he is lying or not.

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 about the process of interrogation, trial, detention, etc., and they don't understand why people have to take a bite of him The beef thing is so exciting.

Being able to observe Schiller more closely as an equal, Bruce found that he might have drawn the worst lottery. Schiller is a born killer, high IQ and anti-social, and he will change dinner to beef at any time.

Schiller, who was sitting across from him, looked at him and asked, "Are you going to rent my house? If you're not going to, get out of my house. I have work to do."

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

He found that he had shot himself in the foot by lifting a rock. 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 on the first day this ordinary person came to Gotham, he got a two-bedroom house, which was sent by the gangster who ruled the entire area of ​​​​Living Hell. glass of water.

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

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

"There are many jobs that can be done here, but they certainly don't meet your requirements." Bruce put his hands on the table and said, "Near the dock, there are porters' jobs, and you can also tidy up the warehouse, and the nearby restaurants can serve dishes. Or cooking, there are watermen and recorders inside the living hell, and there are truck drivers outside..."

"From your expression, it can be inferred that your job hunting 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 speak, Schiller said: "You are much more stingy than I imagined, and you don't want to give a little experience to someone who comes here for the first day..."

Just as Bruce was about to say something, Schiller said first, "Well, I can try all the jobs you mentioned. Tomorrow, I will go to the pier to see if there is anyone there."

Bruce takes another look at Schiller, then shakes his head.

No matter how you look at it, Schiller is not a very strong person. He is very tall, with a height of 187, but he looks thinner overall, and because of his clothes, he cannot see muscles. This is not a capable physical worker. image.

After these few days of life, Bruce knows that the recruiters at the dock have very poisonous eyes. They can tell at a glance whether you have work experience, and the important basis for judging is your hands.

As long as you are engaged in handling work, it is inevitable that some marks will be left on your hands, such as friction calluses, bump scars, 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 an unlucky guy to accompany the crocodile.

The crocodile man was unable to work because of his injury, so when Bruce went there to apply again, he was directly rejected.

He doesn't look so strong anymore, his hands are well maintained, and he looks like an inexperienced young man. Those recruiters don't like such people, and they may damage the goods. No new job was found.

Hearing that Schiller planned to go to the dock tomorrow to try his luck, he didn't hold out any hope. Neither of them would definitely meet the requirements of the dock recruiters.

The next day, Schiller and Bruce came near the pier together. However, Schiller did not go to the shed of the recruiter, but walked around the entire pier warehouse, stopping at the door of each warehouse. After a while, I came to the unloading place again and watched the unloading process for about two hours.

After that, I ran to the recruiter again, but I didn’t mention that I was here to apply for the job. Instead, I had a pleasant chat with the recruiter. In this way, the whole morning passed, and the job search did not improve. The terrain of the dock warehouse area It touches a familiarity.

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

Schiller put his hands over his eyes to block the non-existent sunlight, looked at the sea and said, "You don't have to step on the spot first when you are looking for a job... I mean, do you want to know the surrounding conditions first?"

Bruce narrowed his eyes. Since Schiller came, he has been in a state of high vigilance all the time. In this state of extreme mental tension, the laughter in his ears became 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 pier. Bruce chose a stall with the best view to sit down and eat. , while watching Schiller's movements.

Seeing Schiller walking into an alley, Bruce frowned, but soon, he found that there was a sign indicating that it was a public restroom.

In the past, Gotham has carried out a lot of infrastructure renovations. Most of the densely populated places have built public toilets, which provide a lot of convenience for the people who work here.

Bruce was relieved to find Schiller was only going to the bathroom, he was indeed hungry, so for the next half hour he focused on eating his lunch.

In fact, the lack of nutrition for a period of time has already affected his thinking speed. However, since Batman is a super genius, his thinking speed is several times faster than that of ordinary people, so it only slows down a little. easy to see.

But it did cause him to be a little slower in making certain decisions, and then, after he had finished eating, Schiller came up and said, "I got a job as a record clerk for warehouse items. .”

Bruce's hand on the fork froze as he said, "How did you find that???"

"Oh, when I was going to the bathroom just now, I happened to run into the recruiter who was chatting with me before. He told me that the goods recorder in the urgent warehouse just accidentally broke his leg. A batch of urgent goods needs to go out of the warehouse, this job is not for everyone, it must be someone like me who can count."

Bruce put down the fork slowly, looked into Schiller's eyes and said: "An employee just happened to break his leg, and he happened to be the goods recorder of an expedited warehouse, and there happened to be a batch of urgent goods arriving this afternoon, you I also happened to meet a recruiter in the bathroom..."

"Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared." Schiller shrugged and said, "Although we are not teachers and students now, I still have to remind you that you must be fully prepared before doing things. You see , this morning was not in vain..."

Bruce looked him in the eye and said, "Where did you get that goods recorder?"

"He fell from the second floor of the warehouse and broke his leg. He must have been sent to the hospital now." Schiller took out a tissue to wipe his hands, and said without changing his face.

Seeing Bruce's face getting darker and darker, he said: "A happy life must be created by hands, and opportunities must be won by oneself...Wait, did you just say that you don't have a job now? Do you want me to help you?" You take a chance? Just ten dollars..."

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

"Really? I just heard from the recruiter that the shipment in the afternoon was very urgent, and at least a dozen people had to go together, but now half of the people have not been recruited, and he asked me to help go to the pier Looking for..."

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

"Of course, why am I lying to you? You can go to the shed where they are recruiting workers and ask now. I heard that the wages seem to be negotiable..."

Seeing the back of Bruce standing up and leaving, Schiller turned his head and said to the owner of the food stand: "Please give me another ten-dollar one and charge it to his account."

(End of this chapter)