Chapter 2521: Rustling Down (16)

A little later, Shiler called Harley. Harley almost ran over and said incredibly, "You want to sell the house?! This manor?"

Shiler, while recalling the names of the guests to be invited to the housewarming party, said, "Yes, most of the people here have moved away, and the community will soon decline. I came back relatively late, and the house is already hard to sell, so I have to ask you for help."

Harley showed a somewhat sad expression. She looked up at Shiler's study and said, "We have all spent quite a few days here. This manor is actually not bad, isn't it?"

"Yes, but it is indeed a bit unsuitable for modern people to live in."

"You are actually a modern person, this really surprised me!"

Shiler pursed his lips and smiled, saying, "Don't be surprised yet. You will be even more surprised later, because next I want to talk to you about money."

Harley immediately opened her mouth in an exaggerated way, then covered her mouth, looking at Shiler with the eyes of looking at 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, nor are there any things that must be treasured."

"What about those memories?" Harley asked. "The memories that come to mind when you see the furniture arrangement and furnishings here."

"Those are all in the brain, Harley, not in the house, nor on the furniture."

"That's you. You can completely replicate the rooms you are familiar with into your Mind Tower, and you naturally possess these memories. But what about me and Jason? We spent part of our childhood here. You can't deny this."

Shiler frowned slightly, and a look of pain crossed his brow. He was silent for a long time, and finally said, "If you want to reminisce about your childhood, you can also come to the room in my Mind Tower."

"Hooray!!!" Harley cheered. "I've wanted to go there to play for a long time, but you always said some rooms were dangerous and wouldn't let me in."

"In fact, they are indeed dangerous, and you can't enter either. You can only..."

"Wait until I get in before talking." Harley was very happy. She stared at Shiler for a while and said, "I feel that you have changed a lot, Shiler. In the past, you were always avoiding having more contact with people. If it weren't for the situation reaching the point where it could only be solved by this method, you wouldn't invite anyone."

"I don't think this is an invitation either, just that if I want to sell the house, then you might only be able to reminisce about your childhood in the Mind Tower."

"But you could clearly not sell the house." Harley walked to the desk, came to the opposite side of Shiler, supported her hands on the desk, leaned forward, and stared at Shiler's face, saying, "You don't need money that much, and you don't need to use this legal means to make money that much either. Are you trying something?"

"Don't try to pry into me, Miss." Shiler looked up at Harley, who was looking down at him, and said, "You should consider yourself more now. You're about to go to college, right?"

"I'm not."

"Of course you are. When you wanted to emphasize to Gordon that you were an adult, you reported your age a few years older. According to the age on your file information now, you should already be a freshman."

"Uh... this is just an accident." Harley showed an embarrassed expression and said, "I don't think it's necessary to go to college so early. My meaning is that if I leave, those few stupid boys will definitely feel very bored. I'll accompany them to play for a few more years."

"Don't change the subject." Harley slapped the desk hard, looked at Shiler, and said, "My meaning is that, in fact, you don't need to force yourself. It wasn't that you couldn't live like that before. If the strong desire for change comes from yourself, then pain can naturally be overcome, but if it's to satisfy other people's hopes..."

Shiler looked away and didn't look directly at Harley. He began to become a bit detached. Harley spent a lot of effort to call him back, and then said, "Well, it seems that you are destined not to talk about this problem head-on. Then wait until I help you sell the house, and we'll talk again."

"Are you trying to do psychological counseling for the most famous psychologist in the world?" Shiler asked her.

"So what if I am? I also intend to study in the psychology department in college. I'm really sorry, your good student Bruce's ranking will have to drop one more place, because I will definitely take first place."

Harley straightened her body and raised her face, saying, "It's a pity that I'm going to college earlier than Jason, otherwise I must see the wonderful expression on his face when he takes second place."

"You look like that kind of elementary school student who deliberately finds trouble for someone you have a crush on." Shiler evaluated.

"You really deserve to be the most famous psychologist in the world. Give me the contract for the house you bought before. I have to hurry up and see where I can find a sucker for you."

Shiler gave the house information to Harley, but he knew they would meet again soon. Harley would definitely come to his Mind Palace tonight, and then recklessly break into some dangerous room, be chased and squeal, and need him to save her.

The guest list for the housewarming party had a rough shape. Shiler could have continued to organize it, but he really couldn't help but want to see the new house. The contract was signed and the money had been paid. Now this house was his. Although many things hadn't been moved over, perhaps he could go and live for one night.

But if he wanted to go, he had to drive anyway, so it was better to bring some daily necessities. Shiler pushed open his bedroom door and didn't know where to start for a while.

He also had to bring the bedding for tonight, the lesson plans needed for tomorrow, a pile of books needed to prepare lesson plans, cleaning tools, and even planned to bring a set of electrical tools Merkel had used before to check the problem of unstable TV current.

The trunk of the car he was driving now was relatively small, and it might not be able to fit so many things. It would be too troublesome to find out it couldn't fit after moving it down.

It would be too much of a fuss to call a moving company now. Shiler thought about it, walked downstairs, picked up the Yellow Pages, and started flipping through it. After flipping for a long time, he finally dialed a number.

"Hello? Is this Jack? I have some things to... no, there is no shredder, but actually, the shredder is also... well, then you sleep. Then do you know Wei Lun's phone number?"

Shiler wrote down a string of numbers. He took a deep breath when dialing. He actually hadn't really communicated with Killer Croc. Wei Lun belonged to a friend of a friend, and in reality, he was a stranger.

"Hello, I'm Shiler."

Shiler heard that the person on the other side should have jumped up from the bed, but it wasn't strange. His name was indeed a bit scary, especially when it was spoken through Killer Croc's friends Bruce and Jack.

"It's like this, I'm moving, but I'm not moving now. It's just that I need to bring some daily necessities to my new house now, and then move officially tomorrow. Do you have... tonight and tomorrow..."

"No, I don't want you to help. I just want to hire..."

Killer Croc said a lot of things over there. Shiler 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 a salary."

"No, no one introduced you to me. I really need to move. It's probably a coincidence. God bless you."

Shiler hung up the phone and thought for a long time. In fact, Killer Croc had expressed at first that a friend of a friend was also his friend, and it was no big deal to help. But from Zatanna, Shiler knew that Killer Croc should have lost his job and was looking for a new one now.

The labor in Cat Getan wasn't as expensive as in most cities in the United States, and it was even cheaper now. Even if he paid according to the standard hourly wage of a moving company, it wouldn't be much money, so Shiler decided to spend money to hire him.

But Killer Croc understood it as Bruce or Jack introducing him to Shiler, and it was the two of them and Shiler trying to help him.

Shiler sighed. Ordinary people were always like this. Every social interaction they had wasn't pure, containing intense and complex emotions, constantly understanding other people's kindness, learning to accept other people's kindness, and at the same time treating this as a burden they wanted to repay.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this was something learned naturally, but Shiler knew it wasn't. This actually wasn't one of human instincts. It should be said to be another kind of social discipline, just because it was beneficial to the individual and also beneficial to the ethnic group. Instead of adopting such cold adjectives, a warmer word was used—"human sentiment."

Killer Croc came quickly, wearing a crocodile head that looked a bit scary at night. Shiler was actually a bit curious if Killer Croc was a cold-blooded animal like a crocodile.

But now it didn't look like it. Killer Croc's movements in moving things were very neat, and he wasn't affected by the cooling at night at all. The car he drove was a small van, and it even had a big photo of his head stuck on it.

"I originally wanted to open a moving company," Killer Croc said in a muffled voice. "I was almost enough to save up the startup capital, but my last construction site was completed, and there haven't been any new construction sites recently. I've been doing odd jobs, doing some moving work."

Shiler stared at the photo of Killer Croc on the van. In the photo, Killer Croc was roaring with his big mouth open. No matter from which angle you looked at it, this photo could only be said to be very Cat Getan-style. Simply put, it was a bit scary.

And the square photo was stuck on the square van, and it was a bit crooked. Besides the photo, there was no text on it, making it impossible to see what this was for.

"This is not a good advertisement," Shiler shook his head and said.

"Yes, it was just casually snapped by Bruce before." Killer Croc took out his mobile phone. That small mobile phone was pinched in his big claws, small like a toy. He carefully pressed the buttons with his claws to show Shiler his photo album.

Inside were quite a few group photos of him with Jack, Bruce, and Gordon, mostly at smoky snack stalls, and of course, there were some at the police station.

"What are you doing at the police station?" Shiler asked curiously, pointing to a photo.

"Of course, it's to help James," Killer Croc grinned and said. "Some prisoners who are particularly difficult to interrogate, as long as I show up, they are scared to scream and pee their pants. This trick works every time. If it still doesn't work, then Jack comes. He is notoriously fierce. If even he can't handle it, then only Bruce can come. Who dares to be stubborn with Bruce Wayne?"

Shiler saw a brilliant smile on the crocodile face for the first time, as if he didn't mind at all that he was actually the one with the lowest deterrent power among the three.

But this didn't seem to be anything to mind. After all, he didn't rely on deterrent power to make a living now. Thinking of this, Shiler thought of the advertisement stuck outside the car again. This advertisement had more than enough deterrent power, but the publicity power was insufficient. It was okay to scare people, but it was still a bit lacking to let people understand what the owner of this car was doing.

"Can you trouble you to come over tomorrow morning? I think I can move another trip before I go to work."

"Of course, no problem."

They soon reached their destination. Killer Croc didn't enter the house. Shiler moved the things in and organized them himself, standing inside the window to say goodbye to him.

Soon he opened the computer and prepared to finish the lesson plan he had written halfway. The lesson plan was written very quickly, and then he opened the drawing software.

Raven appeared silently behind him, staring at the glowing computer screen and tilting her head.

Shiler noticed her existence, looked back, and Raven pointed at the pattern on the screen with her finger and asked, "What is this?"

Shiler looked back at his computer screen. On it was a circular pattern, and in the middle of the pattern was a half-drawn cartoon crocodile.

"This is a crocodile."

"I know this is a crocodile. My meaning is why do you not sleep in the middle of the night and draw a crocodile here?"

"Hmm... probably to repay a favor?" ===== CHAPTER 2522 =====