Chapter 3280: Bloodshed in the New City (40)

When he saw Ruth, whose complexion was very poor, in the office, the sky was already getting dark. Schiller was still modifying that design drawing. When he saw Ruth walk in, he didn't even lift his head.

After finishing the last stroke, Schiller finally looked up at Ruth. It hadn't even been a month, and this woman's weight had decreased by at least a third; her face was full of haggardness, as if she hadn't slept for several nights.

"Long time no see, Ms. Ruth." Schiller's tone was still gentle, but his body language clearly said that he indeed felt she was a stray dog.

"I brought the people you wanted." Ruth's tone was like a sigh, and she said, "I know you are not from Cat Getan; you have turned this place into a mess. This is not a good thing."

"So you think Cat Getan could be even worse," Schiller smiled and said, "Then I thank you on behalf of the people of Cat Getan. In the years you possessed the Natural Disaster Fund, you didn't take action yourself to make this place worse."

Ruth heard that Schiller was mocking her, but she was clearly already unable to fight back. She said, "I am just a professional manager, working for others to make money. Since Charabanc has already fallen, there is nothing wrong with working for you."

Schiller lowered his eyes, maintaining a smile, but shook his head and said, "No, ma'am, it's not that simple."

"What's the difference?" Ruth said, "The Charabanc family wasn't my first master either."

"You are so miserable every time you change a master; then how have you lived until today?"

Ruth was choked up. She knew that, of course, it wasn't like that. Before, when she changed masters, it was job-hopping; the other party gave her better treatment and a bigger stage. She took the initiative to abandon her original master and jump over, so where would there be any misery? Clearly, she was more high-spirited each time.

Of course, there had been a few accidents. However, as a person from the bottom, Ruth, who was able to climb to her current position, did not rely on being weak and easily bullied. Even if she fell into an extremely dangerous situation once or twice, she could always break free and turn the tables.

But this time was completely different. Ruth received more mental torture.

Ruth was from a poor background, born in a slum. Her mother was a prostitute with a drug addiction. During her growth process, she also relied on being a secret prostitute and helping people launder money to survive, climbing up step by step to the place closest to the upper class.

When climbing, she thought what was above her head was the blue sky. After climbing to a high place, she discovered that it wasn't the blue sky; it was a garbage can lid painted with blue paint.

The garbage can would be opened at a fixed time, so those who climbed to the top could take a look at the scenery outside. But more often, they saw that big hand holding the garbage can lid, so close and yet so far.

When Ruth started working for this hand, she began to gradually understand what the outside of the garbage can looked like. But the more she understood, the more she knew she would never climb out.

The lid covering their heads was something they could not shake. Those in the garbage can were always just garbage; even if they jumped out, they were just garbage scattered outside, never becoming human.

So she began to become more cautious, simply respectful, and convinced herself to give up all hope, living only by pleasing the owner of the garbage can. At least this way, she wouldn't fall back to the bottom again.

She didn't know how many days like this had passed; she had long forgotten who she was, just constantly repeating this logic, alienating everything she encountered, including herself, into a non-human appearance, so she could harm her own kind without any scruples.

Until one day, the garbage can exploded.

To be precise, someone didn't know who stuck a bomb on the lid of the garbage can. The big hand that had always been holding the lid was blown away directly. At the wound, flesh and blood were blurred, and the screams were deafening.

Ruth was terrified. Her first reaction was to hide. She began to hypnotize herself that all of this was an illusion. Deep down, she didn't believe all of this had happened just like that.

She even began to hate the occurrence of all this. What was wrong with the previous days? She had already stood at the highest point of the garbage mountain. Although she was still in the garbage can, there were so many people under her feet who were more miserable than her.

Ruth didn't know what she was suffering and avoiding at first, but soon she realized—this incident made her discover that the gods she thought were high above were also capable of bleeding.

This set off her former cowardice. Thinking back now, she had too many opportunities to give that hand a knife, but she didn't do it.

Ruth was also thinking about why she didn't do it. She actually didn't have an accurate answer, only some vague premonitions.

Perhaps it was because that hand had always been holding the garbage can lid made of steel. The lid was like his shield; everyone who tried to resist would have their heads broken and bleed, or even lose their lives, because they hit the copper wall and iron wall.

There were still some people who were not afraid of death, but more people were afraid. If you hit it, but didn't break it, then you would lose everything you have now and fall back to the bottom again.

Everyone standing at the top, in order to climb to the current position, had paid too much. They couldn't afford such a failure. Ruth was the same.

But now, someone used actual actions to tell them that even a copper wall and iron wall could be broken. This wasn't even something very difficult to do.

Being able to manage the Natural Disaster Fund was enough to show Ruth's importance in Mr. Charabanc's eyes. Precisely because of this, Ruth understood this man better than others.

The way Schiller defeated the Charabanc family was surprisingly simple, simple to a ridiculous degree. There was no link in this that required any superhuman power and wisdom to complete.

This kind of thing only tested courage. If you add a little bit, it was understanding of the person involved, as well as greed.

These things seemed to be possessed by Ruth. Her hands were ruthless enough, and she never hesitated when destroying people, so she couldn't be called a timid person at all. She also had enough understanding of Charabanc, and the information was very sufficient. She was not the type of person who was content with small wealth, but was greedy enough.

Since that was the case, why was she willing to be a running dog for so many years?

Not only willing, but even proud of it. Whenever she saw that she had a share in the income statistics of the Charabanc family, she would even proudly straighten her chest, thinking this was recognition of her ability.

Thinking of the past, Ruth was simply puzzled. This was the fundamental reason why her consumption had been so great recently. She thought until her head broke and couldn't figure out why she liked being a dog for people so much.

After thinking about it, Ruth could only think of one answer, and that was that the upper class used various means to disguise themselves as too perfect, as if they and the people at the bottom were not the same species, the difference between elephants and ants.

They made people at the bottom feel that the bottom and the upper class were two completely different worlds, living as two species, completely different from psychology and physiology, also like the difference between humans and dogs.

Recalling the various encounters she had with the upper class, Ruth discovered that the upper class used many methods to remind her that a dog could only be a dog, and no matter how well it was done, it could not become a human; being able to get praise from humans was the most remarkable achievement in this life.

Because she was used to the crazy, ugly, and despicable appearance of people at the bottom, and then looked at the bright and beautiful upper class, she would naturally identify with this concept, feeling that being the best dog was already her honor.

Ruth didn't know if the Charabanc family hadn't collapsed in such a funny and ridiculous way, whether she would feel this way for a lifetime.

But at least now she could only admit that in the eyes of people like Schiller, there had never been any garbage can and the outside world, nor any difference between humans and dogs—these people in the upper class were also garbage.

This made her perception of Schiller very complicated. On the one hand, she was surging with emotion, feeling happy because she witnessed a brand-new world. On the other hand, she had a fear of the unknown.

That was not the same as facing the upper class. Ruth recognized people in the upper class; not to say she understood them completely, but at least she had a concept.

But she had no understanding of Schiller, and she couldn't understand him. It was impossible to simply use species to compare; it was more like a changeable rule, unable to guess his behavior and purpose.

Facing him, Ruth only felt danger. But this danger did not have directionality, but came from all directions to wrap her, making her unable to move, just like a fly entangled in a spider web.

So on the one hand, she had anger at falling into another predicament after breaking free from one predicament. On the other hand, she had an evasive psychology of delaying death.

Ruth didn't know what drove her to come here again. In fact, she clearly knew that working for Schiller and working for Charabanc were completely different, but she had to say so, even if it was to lie to herself.

Ruth had a fear of what was coming, but she didn't even know what was on the way. A spider was already the best possibility.

"Okay, let's skip the small talk," Schiller crossed his fingers, looked at Ruth, and said, "If you are willing to work for me, I can't tell you nothing..."

"No." Ruth took a step back, she felt cold sweat seeping out on her forehead, and she said, "No need, you just need to tell me what I need to do. Let's talk about the price."

"The price naturally needs to be discussed, but if you don't know my plan, there will be omissions in doing things. If we sign an employment contract, you are my subordinate. We still need to have a basic understanding of each other," Schiller smiled and pointed to the seat opposite him.

Ruth really wanted to turn around and leave. She shouldn't have come today. But since she came, it wasn't so easy for her to leave.

Ruth had to sit down. She took a deep breath, and her hands were placed on her thighs. Then a map drawn in a mess was placed in front of her.

Ruth didn't see anything at first, but her professional ability was quite solid, and she soon realized that this was the structure map of Arkham Asylum. What Schiller drew with various colors were the obstacles he set at the door of the room or in the corridor.

Ruth looked carefully again, but Schiller drew it really in a mess. Out of respect for the future employer, Ruth said relatively tactfully, "If you want to take this thing to let the construction team construct, it might be difficult to achieve the effect you want."

"Yes, I really don't have any ingenuity in this regard," Schiller shook his head and said, "The obstacles that can be added are nothing more than some roadblocks or mechanisms. Can you help me think of some more creative blocking measures?"

Ruth showed a troubled expression. This was not her professional category. She was a manager, not an interrogator, so how would she know any creative means?

But she was professional after all, and immediately said, "Although I don't understand this very well, I can find professionals. Are there any specific requirements?"

"Of course there are." Schiller took out another piece of paper and handed it to Ruth, then said, "Follow what's on this. It's best to have results tonight; if not, give it to me tomorrow morning."

Ruth looked at the content on the paper. ===== CHAPTER 3281 =====