Chapter 766: The Consequences of Cheating on the Paper (Part 2)

Another rainy night in Gotham, this time the rain was extra heavy, with thunder and lightning.

Even the citizens of Gotham, who were used to this, could only hide in their houses and peek at the violent side of nature through the small windows.

After spring gradually passed, typhoons and rainstorms came with the arrival of summer. Although this city never had any gentle disguise, such rapid wind and rain could not help but make people feel trembling.

A black shadow fell from the roof of a tall building, and the cloak fluttered in the rain and mist, like a small boat in the wind and waves. When it landed, the splashing water rose up in the light of the street lamps, and brilliant neon rose.

Batman's hand was holding the bat dart, and from the tight muscles in his hand, it could be seen that he had met a tough opponent again, and this time, his pressure was greater than ever before.

In the past, he defeated criminals to save others, but today, he had another goal in defeating criminals, that is, to get himself back to school as soon as possible and ensure that his life would not be in danger because he had not completed the thesis.

But soon, he found that it was too late, because he saw a figure holding an umbrella at the entrance of the alley.

This reminded Batman of the dreams he had in Schiller's mind palace. He had dealt with many murderers in his dreams and played games with many terrifying opponents in a mutated Gotham City.

But even so, he still felt his heartbeat speeding up. He knew that this was not a good sign. If he put himself in the position of prey first, he would most likely become a sacrifice to this dark city.

Batman didn't think too much. He threw the bat dart according to his intuition, but it was blocked by the umbrella. In the moment when he couldn't see clearly, the cold knife light of the umbrella tip passed through the neon.

With a "swish", a corner of the cloak was torn, and Batman turned around and punched. The umbrella opened again, and when his fist touched the umbrella, Batman felt that he touched a strange pattern, like grabbing a snake.

He quickly let go and retreated quickly. Under the dim light of the store sign, Schiller looked at Batman coldly. He didn't have to say anything, but Batman knew exactly what he was going to say.

This was a very ridiculous joke. Batman still remembered that when he first met Schiller face to face in a dark alley, they were discussing crime, law and human nature.

At that time, Batman's mental state was not stable enough, and his logic was not self-consistent, so he retreated.

But today, he no longer feels entangled in those things, and there is no longer a death warrant-like drumbeat that keeps ringing in his ears, so he is now facing a more realistic problem.

I can't finish my homework, and the teacher came to the door with a knife. What should I do now? Waiting online is urgent.

Batman never needs to wait for anyone to give him an answer. After hesitating for a second, he turned around and jumped onto the wall, fired the grappling hook, and came to the roof of the building, and the black shadow holding an umbrella followed closely behind.

Above the dark city, under the curtain of heavy rain, two black shadows shuttled between the roofs of the city. The sound of metal clashing, like the results of the battle before the attack, became louder and louder, and the sound of rain became louder and louder.

Batman knew that he could not get rid of Schiller like this, and he placed more hope on the Batmobile, which had just improved its safety protection system.

Last time, Schiller smashed the engine of the Batmobile with a mysterious aperture. Batman realized that the safety system of this car was still not perfect, so in the next few days, Batman modified the car again to make the engine shell more solid.

Batman pressed a button on his arm armor, and a familiar beam of light pierced the rainy night. Batman ran in that direction, then jumped off the building, used the grappling hook to cushion before landing, and rolled on the spot to unload the force.

After a series of smooth tactical moves, he stood firm, but as soon as he took a step, he was stunned.

In front of him was indeed the Batmobile, but the problem was that it only had three wheels.

Not far away, two children were pushing a huge tire, running and laughing, and seemed very happy.

With a "pop", a slight footstep sounded from behind Batman. The moment he heard this sound, he knew that he was going to be in big trouble.

Half an hour later, in the office of Gotham University, three people stood in front of Schiller's seat. From left to right, they were Bruce, Jason, and Sly, who were soaked like a drowned chicken.

All three of them had the same look, with a towel on their heads and a cup of hot cocoa in their hands, and they were silent.

"Okay, let's first settle your case." Schiller put the pen in his hand on the table and said, "Why did you two steal his tire?"

Jason and Little Slip looked at each other, and Jason said, "We just want to try and see if we can pry it off..."

Little Slip looked down at his fingers and said, "We are not thieves, we are not selling for money, and this kind of tire can't be sold. It's too big to be put on a car, but too small to be put on a truck."

"Then why did you steal?" Bruce turned his head and looked at him and asked.

But Jason yelled, "We are not stealing! We just want to try... What is the word called? Little Slip, you say it!"

"Technology upgrade." Little Slip sighed and said, "The things taught in the school of living hell are too simple, word spelling, symbol use, at most they will only teach cooking, running errands, collecting newspapers, etc. I don't need to learn those at all."

"Without a teacher to teach me, I could only explore and try again and again. I have figured out the structure of most car power systems. I originally wanted to build one myself, but there are still many technical problems... "

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"I think the technology of ordinary cars is very average. If you want to find a technical benchmark, it has to be the car with the bat mark that day. At that time, we had to remove its tires, but it took a lot of effort."

"So. Jason and I wanted to try again. Originally, we wanted to remove the engine, but the hood had a special lock and we couldn't open it, so we had to resort to removing the tires. "

Little Slippery and Jason both had their eyes open with innocent expressions. Schiller turned to look at Bruce and said, "Last time they removed the tires on you, why don't you modify the car?"

"My time is limited." Bruce replied: "Compared to the tires, the engine is more dangerous."

"The engine is more..." Schiller paused, and then realized that Bruce was referring to himself. He sighed, and then said: "Well, they didn't sell that tire, you can take it back and install it again." superior."

"Besides, the lack of basic education is not their fault. You shouldn't hold them responsible, right?" Schiller looked at Bruce and said.

It wasn't that he was morally kidnapping, but looking at Bruce's expression, he wasn't very angry. The way he looked at the two children was more like regret.

After all, if the two of them were born in other cities and had superior conditions and enjoyed good educational resources, then I am afraid that they could at least become a vehicle engineer.

Bruce nodded, and the two children breathed a sigh of relief. If Wayne held them responsible, they would definitely end up miserable.

Then, Schiller looked at them and said: "Since the day care center in living hell cannot meet your educational needs, then you can come to the Technical College of Gotham University to study. Don't you like cars? Then go and learn to repair cars. ”

The little slicker's eyes widened and he said, "Technical college? But those are places for adults to study. Can we really enroll at such a young age?"

Schiller reached for a registration form from the side and began to fill it out. He said: "We don't look at age here, only at level. You can take off the tires of the Batmobile. You have surpassed all the students here."

Schiller did not exaggerate. Repairing cars and repairing Batmobiles are two completely different technologies. The difference in technology generation is ridiculous. Although these two children have not reached the level of cheating like Bruce, their talents are also top-notch. If you can't get a good education. What a shame.

"But. I don't like to sit in my seat and read. I really can't read." Jason complained: "I can't memorize those things at all."

Schiller said while writing: "It doesn't matter, you can just take practical classes. No one in that college will ask you to write a paper, as long as you can practice it."

Jason scratched his head and reluctantly accepted this statement. He patted Little Slippery on the shoulder and said, "Hey, brother, you can finally learn more professional knowledge. Let's go have a big meal to celebrate! "

After Schiller wrote the registration form. He gave them each one and asked them to take it to the Academic Affairs Office to report. After the two walked away arm in arm, Schiller set his sights on Bruce again.

Bruce coughed and said, "I really didn't lie. There was a mysterious man who could disappear at any time and broke into Wayne Tower. I don't know how he left. I'm still investigating..."

Schiller observed Bruce's body movements and felt that he did not seem to be lying. However, in his impression, there should be no such villain in Gotham.

Gotham's villains all have a very prominent style, that is, they are crazy and confident, and not sneaky at all.

They are obsessed with promoting their ideas to the world, and they do not hesitate to create various murders and explosions to gain attention.

But the mysterious man described by Bruce is more like a thief, and he is the kind of thief with special abilities. This kind of villain is not Gotham style at all. He has no grievances, no ideas, and no philosophical thinking. How can he hang out in Gotham? Have to go down?

Schiller thought of the so-called great king he had heard about before. He could not rule out the possibility that this man had a very noble name, but was actually a sneaky thief. Schiller had also I have done this kind of thing, for example, naming a psychedelic drug wine.

Schiller handed the stack of papers to Bruce, but Bruce did not pick up Schiller. He looked into his eyes and said, "You go to the library and write your papers, and I will deal with the thief."

"How are you going to do it?"

"Get him."

"You mean, you're going to break into Wayne Tower and catch a thief there?" Bruce asked, and then he continued: "Then I don't think the thief is a big problem. It's okay not to catch him."

"I thought your condition had improved, but I didn't expect that you still have such severe persecution delusions. What do you think I want to do? Have a fight with the thief there, and then collapse the entire Wayne Tower? Do you think I’m the helicopter engine?”

Bruce Wayne reached out and took the stack of papers, but what Schiller didn't expect was that he followed Schiller's words and made a joke:

"I'd rather have it that way. At least the helicopter engine won't delay my completion."