Chapter 781

In a somewhat gloomy hallway, Maggie, carrying a half-old cloth bag, walked quickly toward a room at the end of the hallway. She turned around, took a key out of the pocket of her thick skirt, inserted it into the keyhole, opened the door, entered the room, and turned to close the door.

There was no hesitation in this series of actions, as skilled as if it were her own home, but in fact, this was not her own apartment.

Just after closing the door, Maggie took a breath, as if remembering something. After pausing, she gathered her courage again and walked into the house.

She saw a photo on the coffee table in the living room. Maggie walked up and picked up the photo frame. On it were the smiles of her and Selina.

This was their only group photo. She came this time to take back this photo. Selina left too hurriedly and packed too roughly. It wasn't until she arrived on the West Coast that she discovered the photo was still in the original room. She called Maggie, and Maggie rushed over immediately.

Maggie cherished the photo, wiped it clean, and put it into her cloth bag. Just as she intended to turn and walk toward the door, she suddenly heard movement in the bedroom.

Maggie immediately became vigilant. Suddenly, she heard the bedroom door sound, and a figure walked out.

Bruce closed the bedroom door. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a pitch-black muzzle pointing at him.

The woman opposite was wearing a half-new, half-old sweater and a woolen suspender skirt, but it wasn't well maintained and was already pilling. The cloth bag she was carrying was even washed to a yellowish color.

Bruce immediately knew who was opposite. He said, "You are Selina's friend Maggie, right? I've heard her mention you."

Maggie narrowed her eyes, aiming the pistol at Bruce's head. She asked, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"I'm her boyfriend, Bruce Wei En." Bruce walked to the sofa, threw a woman's shirt he was holding onto the back of the sofa, and said, "Before Selina left, I saw her once. Her state didn't look very good. Do you know what happened?"

Maggie still didn't put down the pistol, but she sized up the man opposite and confirmed that he was indeed from the rich area.

Men in Cat Getan's slums wouldn't wear leather shoes. The road conditions here were so bad that if you went out wearing shiny leather shoes, you would have to become matte when you came back. Most people wore durable boots, and some simply welded rain boots to their feet.

Moreover, men here generally wouldn't groom their beards, wouldn't trim their sideburns so cleanly, and wouldn't wear a watch on their wrists that looked like the only one in the world at a glance, even if they didn't know the brand.

Maggie slowly put down the gun and said, "Before she left, you saw her, then why didn't you stop her? Let her run to such a far place alone?"

Bruce reached out and touched the scar on his face. Maggie saw his action and understood what was going on.

But she was angry. After all, before, when Selina felt fragile and helpless, Bruce Wei En probably didn't know where he was fooling around, and only now did he think of coming over. It was too late.

Maggie didn't want to talk to him at all and turned to leave, but Bruce walked up quickly and stopped her, saying, "Can you find the landlord of this house? Until what month is this house rented?"

"What exactly do you want to do?" Maggie asked him, "If you really have nothing to do, get back to your rich area and don't come here to find trouble!"

"I want to live here." Bruce replied, "If this house still has a lease, I should be able to live here, right?"

"Really looking for trouble!" Maggie walked straight out. Bruce called her from behind. When Maggie arrived at the door, she sighed, turned to Bruce, and said, "I don't care what madness you want to have, but this kind of place isn't where you should come. If you don't want to lose your life here, you'd better go back quickly!"

"I'm serious." Bruce said, "I have to live in the slums for at least a month, starting now."

Maggie looked into his eyes and said, "I can't control whether you want to risk your life, but as far as I know, Selina won't get over it so quickly. If she knows you're dead, she'll only be sadder."

"Didn't she tell you, I..." Bruce stopped mid-sentence. He knew that Maggie and Selina had a very good relationship, almost to the point of talking about everything, so Maggie should know that he was Batman.

"I know, every night, you wear a tight-fitting suit and fly around between high-rise buildings, but this is useless, do you understand? Rich man?" Maggie sighed and said, "I don't have a strong body like you, and I'm not even healthy enough, but I can survive here because I grew up here."

"And you, you were soaked in a honey jar since you were a child and are not the same kind of person as us. So no matter how strong you are, you won't survive here. Leave here quickly, I'll only say it one last time."

After speaking, Maggie left. Before she went out, she only left one last sentence: "The lease of the house is still two months. If you want to live here, you'd better bring more bodyguards."

After Maggie left, Bruce began to tidy up the room. Just as he said, he was serious. He had to know what the content of the level was before he could know how difficult it was to pass it, and in what way to pass it.

So, he planned to live in the slums for one or two months to see what was going on here.

However, he didn't rent a house himself because he didn't know where to rent a house. Moreover, if he went to rent a house in the name of Bruce Wei En, in the end, he would definitely rent a luxury apartment. After all, no rental agency would dare to rent a slum house to Wei En.

At this time, Bruce thought that Selina left on a whim, so her rent shouldn't have expired yet. He could borrow it to live for a while. And just as he expected, the lease time was very sufficient, completely enough.

And the only problem was that there were too many of Selina's old things here, which made Bruce feel very uncomfortable. It wasn't just Selina who couldn't get out in a short time, but also Bruce.

He really loved Catwoman. She was so mysterious and enthusiastic. Many times, Bruce would think, what kind of environment did Selina grow up in to shape such a mysterious, changeable, and charming personality?

After sending Maggie away, Bruce began to continue tidying up the room. In addition to making space for his upcoming life, he also wanted to see Selina's usual living environment.

The location of this apartment was not bad. It was on the side of the East District closer to the city center, but the orientation of the house was not good. The windows of the bedroom and living room both faced east. Only for a short period of time after three o'clock in the afternoon was the lighting relatively good.

The structure of the one-bedroom apartment was very simple. Entering the door was a small living room, the bedroom was on the left, and walking forward there was a small bathroom. The living room even had a small balcony for drying clothes. Although there was no kitchen, it could be considered small but complete.

However, Bruce had never lived in such a small room in his life. Standing in the center of this small living room, he felt that he could touch the walls with one reach. What was the difference between this and being in jail?

He thought, perhaps it was because Selina's figure was relatively petite, so she specifically rented such a house. His height was almost 20 centimeters different from Selina's, and his figure was also very different, so it was normal to not be used to living here.

Coming to the balcony, Bruce looked down. Below was a row of low houses. The distance between the buildings was so dense that Bruce doubted whether they could really see the sun. Well, lighting was the least important living condition in Cat Getan, because there was no sun here anyway.

Bruce was just about to return to the room when he heard a movement on the balcony upstairs. He instinctively dodged to the side, and then heard a "vomit" sound. A puddle of vomit fell on the railing of his balcony.

He looked up and saw a drunkard lying on the balcony vomiting, holding a wine bottle, swaying and falling, "bang" hitting the railing, and the fragments just happened to see Bruce's feet.

Bruce was just about to speak, but heard the drunkard start to curse. Bruce hadn't heard many of the words, but it didn't prevent him from hearing that the drunkard seemed to be cursing him.

The education Bruce received since he was a child was that if a dog bites you, you can't bite back. You can find the dog owner to talk about compensation, you can call the shelter to force them to take it in, there is no need to care about the dog at all.

So, Bruce just looked at the drunkard for a while, then turned and returned to the room.

But just as he was tidying up the living room, he heard a "bang" coming from outside the window. When he carried a broom and went out again, he found that a large bag of trash had been thrown onto his balcony. Because it fell, various soups and debris inside were scattered, emitting an unpleasant smell.

When Bruce looked up again, the drunkard looked at him and smiled, even making an insulting gesture with his hand. Bruce reached for his waist, but found that he didn't bring a gun.

He came here alone, without Batman's equipment, without any weapons, and even without money. Thinking of this, Bruce felt that he had no time to care about this person, and there were more important things to do.

Fortunately, the drunkard seemed to be too drunk and just lay on the balcony and fell asleep. Bruce returned to the living room and continued to tidy up.

He found a little money under the sofa cushion, about 20 dollars, found the door key at the bottom of the closet, and found another one under the carpet.

More importantly, he found a small lady's pistol in the dark compartment of the TV cabinet, the kind of small pistol that could be put in a very exquisite handbag. Of course, the power was much weaker than ordinary pistols, and it had to be very close, preferably pressed against someone's head, to kill them.

Bruce fiddled with this small and exquisite gun. He thought, at least he had a weapon now. Relying on his skills, his basic safety was guaranteed.

Sitting on the sofa, Bruce looked at what he had now. First, he had 20 dollars, a small pistol, two door keys, an ink bottle, and a few clothes that Selina didn't have time to take away. Besides that, he had nothing.

Bruce first looked at the 20 dollars. He had no concept of the prices in the slums, and didn't know how much he could buy with 20 dollars, but he compared it with his own consumption level, and then felt that if he didn't go to earn money immediately, he would definitely have to go hungry today.

After all, the restaurants Bruce Wei En usually went to cost at least thousands of dollars. Just the tip for the waiter was more than this amount. Bruce wasn't even sure if this money could buy a bunch of vegetables.

To live here for a month or two wasn't as simple as a day or two. He had to maintain sufficient nutrition. Carbohydrates, fats, and Vitamin C had to meet the standards, otherwise, it couldn't be considered surviving normally. And Bruce's purpose was to see how difficult it was to survive in the slums.

Thinking for a moment, Bruce felt that he still had to solve dinner first. He knew how to cook, but there was no kitchen in this house at all. So what did Selina usually eat? She wouldn't buy ready-made food every day, right?

Carrying the only items he had, he went out, locked the door, and turned to walk downstairs.

But just then, he smelled a very fragrant scent. Following the source of the scent, Bruce looked toward the window at the end of the hallway, and then he discovered an open-air kitchen set up on the roof of the second-floor terrace.

At this time, a fat Asian woman was cooking. Bruce thought for a moment, then walked down the stairs and came to her side.

Seeing a stranger, the middle-aged woman became vigilant and reached into the cloth bag beside her. Bruce immediately reached out and said, "Don't pull out a gun, I have no malice. I'm Selina's boyfriend, just moved here to live. I want to ask, do you usually cook here?"

"Selina? That little girl who lives on the sixth floor?" The middle-aged woman sized up Bruce and said, "Why would you come here to live? You don't look like a resident here..."

"Uh, I encountered a little problem, in short..."

"Oh, I see. You must have offended the gang in your area, right? There are quite a few people hiding from debts who come here to live." The middle-aged woman put down the spatula and said to him, "That's right, this is the kitchen. You can cook here, but remember to wash the pot."

After speaking, she left with the plate of food she had just stir-fried. Bruce took a look and found that the stove and kitchen utensils here were covered with a thick layer of oil. Just looking at it, he had no appetite at all.