Chapter 2522: Rustling Down (17)

After six o'clock the next morning, Killer Croc came. In fact, Shiler hadn't gotten up yet and only woke up when he heard the doorbell.

He worked until past two last night, but fortunately, he had finished everything. Shiler drew a logo for Killer Croc's moving company and printed it out using the gray mist.

He soon got into the car. On the way to the manor, he kept thinking about how to open this mouth.

Actually, this was very simple, wasn't it? Just say "Hey, thank you for coming so late last night, I think you might need this," and then take out the logo pattern that could be stuck on the truck.

But for an autistic patient, this was a bit difficult.

The emotional channels of autistic patients were almost completely closed. They could only infer what emotions they should have now and what kind of emotional feedback they should give from social rules and common sense, but in reality, they didn't have any.

Shiler only knew that he called Killer Croc during his rest time, and Killer Croc came. According to known social rules, Killer Croc sacrificed his rest time to help him move, so he should thank him. But in reality, Shiler didn't have any gratitude in his heart.

And if he wanted to give feedback now, he should make a gesture of gratitude and be slightly excited. And the most difficult thing was that he had to show expectation for the expression Killer Croc would show when seeing this pattern, just like when someone gave a gift to others, expecting to see the surprise on the other party's face.

But Shiler didn't care what expression Killer Croc would show, because no matter if Killer Croc was surprised or disgusted, he wouldn't feel happy or angry because of it.

More importantly, he could actually analyze what expression Killer Croc would show from a theoretical perspective, even down to a subtle wrinkle on that crocodile face. He could imagine it in his brain, so in reality, he didn't expect it at all.

He had to show gratitude, excitement, and expectation. These kinds of emotions couldn't be mixed up, and there had to be an order of priority, and the intensity had to be sorted. While expressing it, he also had to speak, and he had to improvise feedback on the other party's reaction. If one link went wrong, this play would be completely ruined.

"I saw the advertisement on your car last night..."

"You seem to care about that," Killer Croc interrupted him and said. "Actually, I know that thing is a bit scary, but I lost a bet with Jack before, so I could only stick it on. I'll take it off when the time comes. Forget it."

"My meaning is, your moving company actually..."

"That's just one of my dreams, just talking about it. Being a boss or something is still more suitable for Bruce Wayne, isn't it?"

Damn ordinary person, Shiler still couldn't help but scold in his heart. Could he let him finish this sentence?

Wait, could Killer Croc be classified into the category of ordinary people?

But now it seemed that this was indeed the case. Apart from that slightly scary appearance, he didn't have anything unusual. He was even very normal in his mental state.

Shiler guessed that it might be that years of heavy physical labor consumed the violent factors in his body, letting him vent those energies that had nowhere to vent, so he looked like an ordinary person with an abnormal appearance.

No wonder he could survive at the bottom of Cat Getan. Although people might be scared by his appearance at first, they would soon realize that this wasn't a monster, but an ordinary person like them when dealing with him.

It looked completely opposite to himself, Shiler thought. When dealing with himself, people were always deceived by this excellent human skin, but they would soon find that what was hidden under the human skin was a monster.

Killer Croc, who was driving, turned his head to look at him and said, "Do you have anything to say? Professor?"

Shiler simply didn't say anything. He handed the poster he had made to Killer Croc.

Because the poster was rolled up, Killer Croc couldn't see what it was. It wasn't until the car stopped at the manor entrance that Killer Croc unfolded the huge logo poster with some effort.

"My God!" he exclaimed, examining the poster up and down. But because his arm span wasn't actually large enough, he couldn't see the full picture of the poster.

He took off the ugly photo of himself that he had stuck on the car, carried the poster to the roof of the car, and then shouted to the bottom, "Professor, help me pull the bottom, let's stick it on!"

The poster logo was soon stuck on.

Outside it was a black circular frame. Inside the circular frame was a cartoon crocodile giving a thumbs up, squeezing one eye, and the teeth in its big mouth were shining, with its snout and head protruding from the top of the circular frame.

Below the circular frame, "Killer Croc Moving Company" was written in cartoon fonts of the same style.

Killer Croc jumped down from the roof of the car. He was stunned the moment he saw the pattern. He came back to his senses, pointed to the line of words below with his finger, and said, "That, Professor, who is Killer Croc?"

Shiler then remembered that Killer Croc actually wasn't called Killer Croc. The person's name was Waylon Jones, and because he hadn't killed anyone in his life, he didn't have the title of Killer Croc.

"But this is too cool. Can you imagine? My two best friends have a super cool title, Batman and Joker, but I don't. But it doesn't matter, now I have it. Killer Croc, it's just cool!"

"Do you like this logo?"

"Of course! It's great! Although it looks like this poster is saying 'The scary crocodile killer will kill your whole family and then help you move,' I think this is very suitable for me, and also very suitable for Cat Getan."

Killer Croc twisted happily and said, "I almost wanted to give up on opening a moving company, but now thinking about it, perhaps if I work hard for a few days, I can rent the storefront I was looking at before. With a storefront, I can start accepting orders."

"I am very optimistic about you." Shiler didn't know what to say, so he could only say this.

Killer Croc looked very excited. Shiler originally wanted to help him, because the gray mist wasn't unable to move things. Although the scene would be a bit weird, looking like furniture floating in the sky, there was no one else around anyway.

But Killer Croc blocked Shiler's action. Seemingly to show his professionalism, he carried a wardrobe on one side, and could also carry two garden barbecue grills in both hands. After a few trips, he moved the furniture Shiler needed to the car.

On the way to the new house, Killer Croc kept talking excitedly about his moving company plan. He prepared to rent a storefront to accept orders, and drive to work by himself first, because he alone could be worth five strong laborers. He had observed small moving companies, which had four or five people, so he alone was completely fine to start.

When the company grew bigger, he could start hiring people, and more importantly, he could hire Jack, because Jack had a big car. By then, they could not only move residential houses but also help move factories and companies.

Now the business of truck drivers wasn't good either, and they were all accepting private jobs outside. But also because Cat Getan's construction plan had reached the stage of large-scale construction, residents were moving to the East District, and factories were moving to the West District, so private moving jobs were the most numerous.

But big truck drivers weren't professional movers. They were okay at driving, but moving was a bit worse. Often four or five people gathered to move for a long time, exhausted themselves to death, but hadn't moved much. In the end, they delayed the employer's time and couldn't get money.

So Killer Croc prepared to recruit some strong laborers who were like him, either with abnormal appearance or with some not-so-glorious resumes. He provided people, and big truck drivers provided cars, trying to earn more money at this outlet.

Obviously, as Killer Croc, a villain who had also made a name for himself in Cat Getan, although he was just a simple and very violent tool man in many comics and couldn't be said to be very brainy, at least being able to struggle in such harsh living conditions and still have time to commit crimes proved that he also had talent.

Shiler's original sentence was just perfunctory, but after listening to Killer Croc's plan, he even felt that Killer Croc's plan was more reliable than Bruce's plan.

At least he wasn't aiming too high, was very down-to-earth, and also envisioned accidents that might occur in various links. No wonder he could mix with Batman and Joker for so long.

Cat Getan in the morning was inevitably a bit congested. Shiler looked at his watch, thinking about whether he could still catch the first class. If he couldn't, he would change classes with Victor.

But soon Killer Croc pointed out the window and said, "Professor, the new campus is here. Do you want to get off here?"

"What about these furniture?"

"I can send them to you, pile them in the backyard first. Anyway, I will go there again after you finish class, and it won't be too late to organize them then."

"It's okay, but there is still a... dangerous person in my house. I will give her a call. Don't mind her."

Shiler got off the car at the entrance of the new campus and rushed to the classroom at the fastest speed. On the way, he didn't forget to call the house in the South District, telling Raven not to run around, someone would come to deliver things later, and that person might look a bit strange, so don't make a fuss.

Raven was watching TV in the house at this time. In fact, she hadn't watched TV since she moved in because she didn't know how to use this equipment. She grew up in a secluded divine realm since she was a child, where there was no modern electronic equipment. So although she had certain common sense of life, she still didn't understand human technology.

It was that she saw Shiler using the remote control to watch TV in the room yesterday and found that various pictures would be broadcast on this pitch-black machine. She was bored alone in the house today and prepared to try it.

She saw the show Shiler watched yesterday was being rebroadcast for the second time today. Just as she was watching with great interest, the doorbell rang.

Raven turned to open the door. As soon as she opened the door, she was startled. Killer Croc was a bit embarrassed when he saw that the one who opened the door was a beautiful girl. He retreated backward and hid behind the porch pillar.

"Uh, that, I'm a moving worker. I'm here to deliver things. Why don't you go upstairs first, and I'll call you after I move them?"

"No need," Raven shook her head and still said somewhat coldly, "You move them, I want to watch TV."

Raven returned to the sofa and sat down. Killer Croc passed through the house trip after trip to move furniture. He was a bit curious during the period because the show on TV was quite exciting. Now it just happened to be talking about those people wanting to repair the old house.

"I bet this big guy is not professional at all," Killer Croc said. "His movements of unloading the roof beam are neat, but if he carries such a big piece of wood like this, I bet he will have a huge bruise on his shoulder the next day, and it will take at least two months to heal."

"Is it very difficult?" Raven asked somewhat puzzled.

"Of course, the beam is very heavy and difficult to balance. Usually, two people carry it together. If you have to carry it alone, you have to carry one end on your shoulder and drag the other end on the ground, so you can drag it forward," Killer Croc gestured and said.

Then he saw Raven stand up, turn around, and point lightly toward the door. The wardrobe flew into the room and landed steadily on the ground.

Killer Croc was dumbfounded. ===== CHAPTER 2523 =====