Chapter 785

The sky was completely dark. Bruce, who had been driving all day, felt a bit mentally exhausted. He just wanted to return to that rental house and have a good sleep, but facts proved that in Cat Getan, there would never be good things every day.

Just as he sat on the sofa at home, he heard movement outside the door. Someone was banging on the door "bang bang bang." Bruce vigilantly came to the door and listened to the movement outside.

Not long after, a man's voice came: "Open the door! Open the door quickly! I'm the landlord, open the door quickly!"

Bruce had no intention of going up to open the door at all, but soon, the door was opened from the outside, and it wasn't violently dismantled, but opened with a key.

A man with a gloomy face stood outside. He sized up Bruce and said, "Who are you? Where is the original tenant?"

"I am Selina's boyfriend..."

"I don't care what your relationship is. My house is only rented to people I trust. Strangers, get out!" The landlord said loudly.

"But the rent hasn't expired..."

"I don't care about any rent!" The landlord raised his voice and said, "Whoever I rent to can live here. Whoever I haven't rented to, get out quickly!"

Bruce could see that the landlord actually just wanted to take back the house and then rent it out again to collect two rents. Facing such an unreasonable person, he didn't intend to reason anymore. He directly raised the gun in his hand.

The landlord stared at him and said, "Don't think only you have a gun. No one can break the rules here. If you don't leave quickly, just wait."

After speaking, he turned and left. Bruce stood by the door looking at him, having a bad premonition.

Returning to the room, Bruce, who was exhausted for a day, was drowsy. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard a slight movement in the room.

He woke up in an instant, reached for the gun beside him, took the gun to the living room, and found someone climbing through the window. He looked closely and saw it was the drunkard he had seen before.

He was rummaging on the sofa on tiptoe. It wasn't until Bruce's gun barrel was pressed against his head that he hurriedly dodged. He was muttering something in his mouth, but because of the alcohol, he couldn't say a complete sentence at all.

Bruce pointed the gun at him, let him run out of the door in a panic, and then Bruce put down the gun and prepared to go back to rest.

But not long after, there was a sound outside again. Bruce had to get up, and then he found it was another thief.

After driving that thief away again, Bruce knew that he had been targeted. Perhaps the landlord had spread the news, telling them that there was a rich stranger here. In this night, Bruce was patronized by thieves four times.

The balcony door had a lock, but it couldn't stop these thieves at all. Here, after all, it was just a slum apartment, not a well-equipped Batcave. Without preparation in advance, Batman could only fight one when one came, and there was no good preventive means.

Bruce had to sleep on the sofa in the living room for a night. When he got up in the morning, he found that his neck was twisted. What he was holding in his arms wasn't a soft quilt, but the gun. And he knew that he had at least scared away two more thieves last night.

After getting up, Bruce planned to go downstairs to buy a hot dog to make do, and in the stairwell going downstairs, he met the Asian woman again. The fat lady lowered her voice and said to him, "You'd better leave quickly. Huff has already released the news. He won't stop the thieves nearby from entering your room..."

Under the explanation of this Asian lady, Bruce knew that this apartment wasn't owned by one person, but jointly bought by a middle-level member of a gang, and then each divided into a piece of territory, and they could decide who to rent the room here to.

At the same time, they would warn the thieves around not to patronize here, otherwise they would be expelled by the gang. But if they encountered difficult tenants, they would also specifically ask thieves to harass them until that person couldn't stand it and moved away.

Generally speaking, landlords wouldn't appear to drive tenants away before the lease expired and collect rent repeatedly, because if they did that, they might offend the gang the tenant belonged to, and might also hurt their own reputation, making others not choose to rent in this area again.

However, before renting, they would also make it clear that they didn't allow changing tenants, nor did they allow secondary renting, because if they allowed it, it was difficult to determine whether the later people were safe. If an explosion fanatic was introduced, everyone in the building would have to be unlucky together.

The landlord didn't know who Bruce was, nor did he know whether a dangerous soul was hidden under his appearance. In order not to let himself, his tenants, and his building be unlucky together, he claimed that he would no longer provide shelter for the tenant of this room, and even specifically said that Bruce was a rich man.

This led to countless thieves patronizing this room in the next two days. Bruce worked for a day during the day and had to guard against thieves at night.

Moreover, he was alone, and there were countless thieves. Even if they didn't come in, just knocking on the window outside was enough to keep Bruce from sleeping all night.

Moreover, Bruce found that the landlord was gradually losing patience. The last few people who came each carried a long gun. If it weren't for Bruce's quick reaction, pointing the gun at them first, he might have been in trouble.

Bruce found that he couldn't stay here anymore, so he didn't intend to continue entanglement with the landlord.

This is the so-called strong dragon not suppressing the local snake. Even if he could defeat one landlord, he couldn't defeat all the landlords here, and even less could he defeat the gang the landlord belonged to.

More importantly, even if he could defeat all these people, what about the tenants here? Without the shelter of the landlord and the gang, these people wouldn't be able to live in peace.

Bruce decided to leave, but he didn't know where to rent a house. Fortunately, he had been mixing in the East District for so many days and had a little clue. He found the foreman of the restaurant he worked for before and wanted to ask him to help introduce him.

That foreman was quite optimistic about Bruce, but regarding this matter, he also shook his head and said, "To rent a house in the East District, you must have an acquaintance to introduce you, otherwise no landlord will rest assured to let you move in."

"If you move into his house and kill people, cause explosions, or do those illegal businesses, then he and the gang above him might have to be unlucky. Without an introduction, you might only be able to make do in the Cannery District."

"Cannery District? Where is that?" Bruce asked.

The foreman pointed and said, "Follow this, and walk out for about 3 kilometers. You can see a garbage dump. On the south side of the garbage dump, that is, the side near the sea, you can see a large pile of houses built with tin sheets. That is the Cannery District."

"People there will pick up construction waste that the city doesn't want, such as bricks and iron sheets, to build houses for themselves. From a distance, it looks like a can, so it's called the Cannery District."

The foreman sighed and said, "I advise you, don't go there. Many people entered there and couldn't come out."

"Can't come out? Why?" Bruce asked.

The foreman shook his head and didn't speak again, but Bruce decided to go to this Cannery District to take a look because the foreman's description reminded him of the place where the little girl lived before.

At that time, the little girl lived in a broken shed built with tin sheets at the end of a small alley. That was already the bottom line of the simplicity of the building that Bruce imagined.

But coming to the Cannery District, he realized that he still thought too simply.

The place where the little girl lived at least had three walls, just the roof and door were built with tin sheets. But in the Cannery District, all the houses were built with tin sheets and construction waste.

This place is located in the south of Cat Getan's East District, where the garbage dump is located, and it is also where the sewage pipes of most factories are located. And in Cat Getan, where every inch of land is worth an inch of gold, the reason why this place hasn't been utilized by developers is that this place is actually a shallow beach.

The soil quality here is not good. To build a foundation, you must first fill the sea, and the cost is too high. Therefore, it was abandoned, but it became the home of another group of people.

When Bruce walked in, he found that the people hiding in these piles of waste were mostly old people, disabled people, and people with serious illnesses.

Of course, there were also some people like him who couldn't rent a house because there was no acquaintance to introduce them, so they came here to make do temporarily.

Bruce found a tin house. No one seemed to live there. The owner of this house seemed to be a floating population, but Bruce knew that he had a place to live tonight.

Saying it's a house is not very accurate. One wall of this house is a broken wallboard in the shape of a right-angled triangle, and there are steel bars inside, which looks like waste material dismantled from the apartment building in the city. The other wall is a metal balcony door without glass, with plastic cloth on it.

Two walls form a triangular space, and some wooden boards and debris boxes are placed outside as doors. Calling it a house is a bit too retro, and calling it a tent is a bit too avant-garde.

Standing on the beach, Bruce looked into the distance and found that this was not a residential area, but a graveyard. As far as his eyes could see, he saw three dead people lying in tin houses.

Walking deep and shallow on the beach, Bruce realized that the rain boots he bought were not only ripped off in price but also completely ripped off in quality. The seams looked tight, but when stepping on the beach, they always leaked water inside. Not long after, Bruce was frozen with cold feet.

The cold began to spread upward from his feet. Bruce knew that he had to warm up quickly, otherwise he would die of hypothermia like that little girl.

There was plenty of wood here, but it couldn't be lit at all. It had been left on the beach for too long, and the moisture had invaded the interior. The overly damp material couldn't be lit, but there was nothing here that was dry, including clothes.

As night fell, the temperature became lower and lower. Bruce felt colder and colder. Squatting in the tin house, he felt that he was really like a piece of meat in a can, cold from head to toe.

Bruce originally felt that this was already the limit, until he moved the floor of the house and saw a human skeleton in the gap.

Now, he knew where the owner of this house had gone.

If it were the Batman of the past, he should have pried up all the floors and then conducted a cause-of-death analysis on the spot. But now, Bruce silently covered the floor back, and even found a piece of cloth to plug the gaps, not because of fear, but just because of the cold.

And after getting up the next morning, Bruce found that he had a cold.

Headache, coughing, weakness, Bruce felt very uncomfortable. He just wanted to lie down for a whole day now.

This bat that flew down wasn't gentle at all, sometimes too stubborn, but what matched him was that Cat Getan never had a good night, only a cold night.