Chapter 742: It's Raining in Cat Getan Again Tonight (Part 2)

After Shiler walked into the room, Batman also walked in. When Shiler walked in, the children showed a somewhat fearful expression, but when Batman walked in, they all hid in the corner, looking at this monster in a black tight suit with horror.

"Cobblepot, are these the children you saved?" Shiler scanned all the children and said: "The situation is worse than I thought. They should eat more."

"They have been eating very full these days. As long as they pass another two weeks, they will return to normal." Cobblepot said expressionlessly.

Batman shook his head and said: "This is impossible. Every one of them has very severe malnutrition, and there are wounds on their bodies, and they are about to be infected. They must go to the hospital."

"Children in Cat Getan are like this." Cobblepot didn't look at Batman at all, he just said in a calm tone: "Hunger and injury are nothing. As long as they are still alive and have enough food and a safe shelter, they will soon recover."

"You will make them miss the best treatment period." Batman said: "This will affect their growth and development, and will also leave them with permanent scars."

"As long as it is not a disability that affects movement, it doesn't matter at all." Cobblepot frowned and said.

Batman stared at him silently, the dissatisfied expression on his face clearly visible. Suddenly, Cobblepot became a bit irritable. The corners of his mouth trembled and he said: "Don't spread those useless sympathies there, rich old man, stay away from us... get out of here!"

"Calm down, Cobblepot." Shiler walked up and patted Cobblepot on the shoulder and said: "For the sake of him being a rich old man, ignore his stupid words."

"I'm just talking about some very normal medical common sense that everyone should know." Batman's tone raised a bit, he said: "Malnutrition will reduce their immunity, extreme hunger will damage their intestines and stomach, these hard breads may cause them obstruction or vomiting."

"The temperature is only 15 degrees now, and it is still raining outside. Four or five of the children are having a fever, and one is shaking all over. What we should do now is to send them to the hospital and let them receive treatment."

As he said, Batman walked among the children, but he grabbed the arm of one of the weakest little girls, wanting to pull her to his side to check her situation.

This little girl is a brown-skinned person of black and white mixed race, with dense and black thick eyebrows and big eyes, but she is as thin as a twig with a grape on top. Her limbs are too thin, making her look out of proportion.

Because her arm was really too thin, Batman used very light force when grabbing her arm, and didn't use much force to drag her, but the moment her glove touched the little girl, the little girl bit down.

She let out a sharp cry, bit Batman's wrist tightly, then threw Batman's hand away, screamed and ran to the corner, started to push the door while howling, her limbs twitching, and her voice hoarse.

"I just want to take you to the hospital." Batman looked at her and said: "You don't have to be afraid of me, I will send you to see a doctor, the doctor will cure all your diseases."

He lowered his head, looking at the children around him, but every child who met his gaze would tremble and retreat, then scream and run away. Before long, there was no one around Batman.

Even with a mask covering his face, normal people could see that Batman's face was much better than Cobblepot's. Cobblepot's aquiline nose looked extra vicious, and he didn't look like a good person, but the children around him were the most.

"You are hindering them from getting normal treatment." Batman stood up and said to Cobblepot: "If you have no medical common sense, at least you should know that normal children are easy to die prematurely under the condition of malnutrition and rain fever."

Cobblepot had a multi-functional army knife in his hand. At this time, he was spinning it in his hand. He looked into Batman's eyes and said: "Do you know why they want to hide from you?"

Batman looked at him silently, but his eyes were indeed seeking an answer.

"Perhaps you know that these begging children have 'dads and moms', that is, their leaders. This group of dads and moms specifically picks up abandoned babies that others don't want, feeds them in the simplest way, and lets them go out to beg after they grow up."

"But they are not really dads and moms, just merchants. Merchants hope their products sell well, but sometimes, the market is not good, they can't beg for money, and the dads and moms will find a child who does the worst and beat him half to death."

"Of course, sometimes, they will be too heavy, and such children can't go out to beg the next day. Cat Getan won't have anyone who gives them a little more money because the begging child is seriously injured. They will only feel that the blood flowing to their feet along the rain will dirty their leather shoes."

"Such children are useless, and the dads and moms will deal with them. They will announce in public that they want to send the child to the hospital, and then give him to the rich for adoption, announcing that he will be out of the sea of suffering from now on, and will be liberated."

"But the children are not stupid. Everyone knows that he will not be sent to the hospital. He will be thrown onto the garbage truck and then die in the heavy rain all night. Every child dragged out by dads and moms will only have this end."

Cobblepot looked into Batman's eyes and said: "You told them you wanted to take them to the hospital, as if you were telling them you wanted to kill them."

Seeing the look in the eyes of the children hiding in the corner, Batman knew that Cobblepot was not making up stories. These children heard the word "hospital" for the first time from the mouths of the leaders who had been abusing them.

And at this time, Shiler knelt down halfway. He beckoned to one of the children and said: "Come here, child."

That was a black little boy. His legs were shaking, but he still came to Shiler. Shiler looked at him and asked: "Where are you uncomfortable now?"

"No, I'm fine, I can work." The little boy said tremblingly: "I can go to the outer street to work."

Shiler looked up at Cobblepot. Cobblepot explained: "The outer street refers to the wharf. There are many people there, and many rich old men go to sea by yacht. Sometimes, for the sake of smooth sailing, they will give the little beggars some money, but there are also vicious wharf workers there. They must be strong enough and smart enough to mix food there."

"Okay, your body is very good. I saw you just ate a piece of bread. Are you full?" Shiler asked again.

"No, I'm still a bit hungry, but I don't need to eat anymore." The little boy said fluently. When this sentence came out of his mouth, it was like practicing a thousand times.

"Very good, do you feel cold? Do you need to wear another piece of clothing?" Shiler asked again.

"I'm a bit cold, but I don't need to wear clothes." The little boy replied again.

After Shiler finished asking, he stood up, shook his head and said: "They should see a doctor, but it's a psychiatrist."

Batman looked at him, seemingly seeking an answer, but Shiler gave Cobblepot a look, and they walked out of the room.

Batman followed, but just as Red Truck was about to go out, Shiler stopped him. He said to Red Truck: "You stay here first and accompany them for a while. After all, you are the one who gives them food."

Red Truck was a bit confused, but nodded. After the others walked out, Shiler pointed to the ground with the tip of his umbrella and said:

"I think you should be able to see that his answer is very strange. When I ask about his state, he will first say that his state is not good, and then add a sentence, but he doesn't need any improvement."

"He will say that his state is not good because he is indicating to the controller that he has no possibility of breaking away from control. He is still cold and hungry, soft and easy to bully, and is a target that is easy to control."

"But at the same time, he also indicated that he would not waste any resources of the controller, would not ask them to add clothes or food, and would not consume more costs."

"Obviously, this is not a natural expression." Shiler glanced back at the situation in the room and said: "They are trying to ensure that they meet the state most expected by the controller and abuser, weak, will not resist, save costs, and be very obedient and capable..."

"But they are about to die." Batman said in a deep voice.

"Then give them some medicine." Cobblepot said expressionlessly: "One anti-inflammatory pill each, take antipyretic medicine if you have a fever, add a few more pieces of clothing if you feel cold, and go eat bread if you are hungry."

"You are still abusing them." Batman took a deep breath and said: "You are no different from those leaders who exploit and abuse them. Why can't you save them thoroughly?"

"I am saving them thoroughly." Cobblepot walked to the opposite side of Batman, very close to him. He poked Batman's combat suit with the army knife in his hand, and then said:

"Batman, this is me, this is us, this is the reason why everyone in Cat Getan hates you. You think only you can save Cat Getan, you think you are the savior, but you are not. You can't save anyone here, and you can't save this city."

"You clearly haven't done anything, but you put yourself in the position of a savior, pointing fingers at everything that doesn't follow your ideas. Batman, if I didn't have serious business to do now, I would let you know how powerful I am."

When Cobblepot's expressionless face revealed a fierce expression, even Batman felt a trace of ferocity. He felt that an evil soul was brewing in Cobblepot's body and was ready to become one of the biggest hidden dangers in Cat Getan at any time.

"At least, I will let them get the most professional medical assistance when they feel uncomfortable." Batman looked into Cobblepot's eyes and said: "At least, I can save these children, and your performance lacking common sense will only let you kill them."

"Alright, don't argue!" Shiler covered his temples, obviously feeling a bit noisy. He said: "How about this, you each take away half of the children and save them in your own way. No matter what, anyway, they would have died in some alley."

Batman was about to refuse, but saw Shiler looking at him. Some words about human rights had not been spoken, and they had already been held back. Finally, he looked at Cobblepot, and no one spoke.

Cobblepot walked into the room and said to his courier subordinate: "Find Andrew, the drug dealer on Green Street, and get some anti-inflammatory medicine. If there is morphine, get some, but don't get injections."

"Find the owner of the restaurant next door, ask for a kettle, let the bar upstairs burn it and send it over, say hello to the bar owner, ask for today's leftovers, just send them here, don't spoil the fried fish, meat pie and vegetable salad, and distribute them to them."

"In addition, you and Red Truck watch them, don't let them run out, and don't let them shout, don't affect the bar business. If the bar owner comes down to see them, tell him that the Spencer family has a dance party recently, I can give him an invitation, let him forget this place."

After Cobblepot finished speaking, he left without looking back, not intending to continue looking after this group of children. Batman looked at his back and said: "You are plotting money and killing lives."

"Who is plotting money and killing lives, you will know soon." ===== CHAPTER 743 =====