PFC Chapter 2532: Xiao Xiao Down (6)
Chapter 2532: Xiao Xiao Down (6)
Chapter 2532: Xiao Xiao Down (XVI)
A little later, Schiller called Harley, who almost ran over and said incredulously, "You want to sell the house?! This manor?"
Schiller recalled the names of the guests to be invited to the housewarming party and said, "Yes, most people here have moved away, and the community will soon decline. I came back late, and the house is no longer easy to sell, so I have to ask for your help."
Harley showed a somewhat sad expression. She looked up at Schiller's study and said, "We have spent a lot of time here. This manor is actually quite nice, isn't it?"
"Yes, but it is indeed somewhat unsuitable for modern people to live in."
"I am really surprised that you are a modern man!"
Schiller smiled and said, "Don't be surprised yet. You will be more surprised later because I am going to talk to you about money next."
Harry immediately opened his mouth very exaggeratedly, then covered his mouth and looked at Schiller as if he were a rare creature.
"I know you might want to buy this manor and keep it as a souvenir, but I don't think it's necessary. There are actually no traces of life left here, and there is nothing that must be treasured."
"What about those memories?" Harry asked, "The memories that come to mind when you see the furniture and furnishings here."
"That's all in the head, Hallie, not in the house or on the furniture."
"That's you. You can completely replicate the room you are familiar with in your mind tower. You naturally have these memories, but what about Jason and I? We spent part of our childhood here. You can't deny that."
Schiller frowned slightly, with a trace of pain between his brows. He was silent for a while, and finally said: "If you want to reminisce about your childhood, you can also come to my room in the Mind Tower."
"Hooray!!!" Harley cheered, "I've wanted to go there for a long time, but you always said some rooms were dangerous and wouldn't let me in."
"In fact, they are very dangerous. You can't go in. You can only..."
"Let's talk about it after I go in." Harry was very happy. She stared at Schiller for a while and said, "I feel that you have changed a lot, Schiller. In the past, you always avoided having more contact with people. If things had not reached the point where this method was the only solution, you would not invite anyone."
"I don't think this is an invitation, but if I want to sell the house, then I'm afraid you can only go to the Mind Tower to reminisce about your childhood."
"But you obviously don't have to sell the house." Harry walked to the desk, came to Schiller directly in front of it, put his hands on the desk, leaned forward, stared at Schiller's face and said: "You don't need money that much, and you don't need to make money in this legal way. Are you trying something?"
"Don't try to spy on me, miss." Schiller looked up at Harley who was looking down at him and said, "You should think more about yourself now. You're going to college soon, right?"
"I do not have."
"Of course you have. In order to emphasize to Gordon that you were an adult, you reported your age a few years higher. According to the age on your file information now, you should be a freshman."
"Uh...it was just an accident." Harley said with an embarrassed expression, "I don't think it's necessary to go to college so early. I mean, if I leave, those stupid boys will definitely find it boring. I'll play with them for a few more years."
"Don't change the subject." Harry slammed the desk hard, looked at Schiller and said, "What I mean is, there's no need to force yourself. It turns out that you can live like that. If the strong desire to change comes from yourself, then the pain can naturally be overcome, but if it's to satisfy other people's wishes..."
Schiller turned his eyes away from Harley, and he began to withdraw. Harley had to work hard to call him back, and then said, "Well, it seems that you are destined not to talk about this problem directly. So wait until I help you sell the house, and then we will talk about it."
“Are you trying to give psychotherapy to the most famous psychologist in the world?” Schiller asked her.
"So what? I plan to study psychology in college. I'm really sorry, but your good student Bruce will be demoted one place in the ranking because I will definitely take first place."
Harley straightened up and raised her face and said, "It's a pity that I went to college before Jason, otherwise I would have seen the wonderful expression on his face when he got second place."
"You look like one of those elementary school kids who has a crush on someone and deliberately causes trouble for him," Schiller commented.
"You really are the most famous psychologist in the world. Give me the contract you used to buy the house. I need to find a scapegoat for you."
Schiller gave Harley the information about the house, but he knew that they would see each other again soon. Harley would definitely come to his mind palace tonight, and then rashly break into a dangerous room, be chased and scream, and need him to rescue her.
The guest list for the housewarming party was almost ready, and Schiller could have continued to organize it, but he really couldn't help but want to go and see the new house. The contract had been signed and the money had been paid, and now the house was his. Although many things had not been moved in yet, maybe he could go and stay for a night.
But if I was going, I had to drive there anyway, so I might as well bring some daily necessities. Schiller pushed open his bedroom door, not knowing where to start.
I also need to bring bedding for tonight, the lesson plan I will need for tomorrow, a bunch of books needed to prepare the lesson plan, cleaning tools, and even plan to bring a set of electrical tools that Merkel had used before to check the problem of unstable current in the TV.
The trunk of his current car is relatively small and may not be able to hold so many things. It would be very troublesome if he found out that it can't fit after moving them down.
It would be too much trouble to call a moving company now. Schiller thought about it and walked downstairs, picked up the telephone directory and started looking through it. After flipping through it for a long time, he finally made a phone call.
"Hello? Jack? I need something... No, there's no shredder, but actually a shredder is also... Okay, then go to sleep. Do you know Waylon's phone number?"
Schiller wrote down a number and took a deep breath when dialing. In fact, he had never really communicated with Killer Croc. Killer Croc Waylon was a friend of a friend, actually a stranger.
"Hello, I'm Schiller."
When Schiller heard the person opposite him, he jumped up from the bed, but he was not surprised. His name was indeed a little scary, especially when it was said by Killer Croc's friends Bruce and Jack.
"It's like this. I'm moving, but not right now. I just need to take some necessities to my new house, and then I'll officially move tomorrow. You have tonight and tomorrow..."
"No, I don't want you to help me, I just want to hire..."
Killer Croc was talking a lot over there, and Schiller listened silently. After a while, he said, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Jones. I know you don't have a job now, so I will pay you."
"No, no one introduced you to me. I really needed to move. It was probably a coincidence. God bless you."
Schiller hung up the phone and thought for a long time. In fact, Killer Croc initially said that a friend of a friend is also my friend, and it was no big deal to do a favor. But Schiller knew from Zatanna that Killer Croc must have lost his job and was looking for a new one.
Labor in Gotham is not as expensive as in most cities in the United States, and it is even cheaper now. Even if you pay the moving company at its regular hourly wage, it won't be much money, so Schiller decided to hire him anyway.
But Killer Croc understood that it was Bruce or Jack who introduced him to Schiller, and that the two of them and Schiller were helping him.
Schiller sighed. Ordinary people are always like this. Every interaction they have is not simple, but contains strong and complex emotions. They constantly try to understand and accept the kindness of others, but at the same time they regard it as a burden and want to repay it.
To ordinary people, this is something that is learned naturally, but Schiller knew that it was not. In fact, this is not one of human instincts, but rather another kind of social discipline. It is just that because it is beneficial to both the individual and the group, he did not use such a cold adjective, but a warmer word - "human feelings".
Killer Croc arrived soon, with a crocodile head that looked a little scary at night. Schiller was actually a little curious whether Killer Croc was a cold-blooded animal like the crocodile.
But now it seems not, Killer Croc moved things very efficiently, not affected by the temperature drop at night at all. The car he drove was a small van, and there was even a head shot of him on it.
"I originally wanted to open a moving company." Killer Croc said in a muffled voice, "I almost saved enough money to start a business, but my last construction site was completed and there haven't been any new ones recently, so I've been doing odd jobs, doing some moving work."
Schiller stared at the photo of Killer Croc on the truck. In the photo, Killer Croc was roaring with his mouth wide open. No matter from which angle you look at it, this photo can only be described as very Gotham style. In simple terms, it is a bit scary.
Moreover, there was a square photo pasted on the square truck, and it was a little crooked. Apart from the photo, there was no text on it, so it was impossible to tell what it was for.
"That's not a good advertisement," Schiller said, shaking his head.
"Yes, it's just a casual photo that Bruce took for me earlier." Killer Croc took out his cell phone. The small phone was held in his big paws, as small as a toy. He used his paws to carefully press the buttons to show Schiller his photo album.
There are many photos of him with Jack, Bruce and Gordon, most of them are taken at the smoky food stalls, and of course there are also some at the police station.
"What are you doing at the police station?" Schiller asked curiously, pointing at a photo.
"Of course I'm going to help James." Killer Croc grinned and said, "Some prisoners are particularly difficult to interrogate. As long as I show up, they will scream and piss themselves to death. This trick works every time. If it doesn't work, then Jack will come. He is notorious for his viciousness. If he can't handle it, then we have to let Bruce come. Who dares to be stubborn with Bruce Wayne?"
For the first time, Schiller saw a brilliant smile on Crocodile's face, as if he didn't mind at all that he was actually the least intimidating of the three.
But it seems that there is really nothing to mind. After all, he doesn't rely on deterrence to make a living. Thinking of this, Schiller thought of the advertisement posted on the outside of the car. This advertisement has more than enough deterrence, but it lacks publicity. It can scare people, but it is not enough to let people understand what the owner of this car does.
"Would you mind coming over tomorrow morning? I think I can move it before I go to work."
"No problem at all."
They arrived at their destination very quickly. Killer Croc did not enter the house. Schiller moved his things in and sorted them out by himself, then stood at the window and said goodbye to him.
He quickly turned on his computer to finish the half-written lesson plan. He wrote the lesson plan very quickly, and then he opened the drawing software.
Raven appeared silently behind him, tilting his head as he stared at the glowing computer screen.
Schiller sensed her presence and looked back. Raven pointed at the pattern on the screen and asked, "What is this?"
Schiller looked back at his computer screen. On it was a circular pattern with a half-drawn cartoon crocodile in the middle.
“It’s a crocodile.”
"I know it's an alligator, I mean why would you stay up so late at night drawing an alligator here?"
"Hmm... maybe to return a favor?"
(End of this chapter)