Chapter 800: The Killing Joke (Part 24)

There was once a very famous movie called "Rain Man," which actually showed the daily life of patients with this disease, but in fact, the movie was slightly exaggerated. People with this special ability were very rare, and many psychiatrists and psychologists would never see one in their entire lives.

Bruce also knew a term called "natural-born killer." This is not a mental illness, but a term in psychology related to the history of crime, referring to those who are born without any pity for their own kind, cannot recognize social morality, and can obtain spiritual pleasure from controlling and harming others.

In countless bloody lessons, criminologists have proposed that such people are the most difficult criminals to deal with, because they are infinitely close to having no motive for murder.

They are not for fame, not for profit, and not even for pleasure. Many times, they kill just like a person decides to eat beef tonight. There is no special reason; they just want to eat it.

Their brains produce the thought of killing just like a person's brain thinks of eating beef. When this thought appears, they are not troubled by any humanity or morality, nor will they trigger compassion.

Therefore, they often create random murder cases that are most headache-inducing for investigators.

The victims may have nothing to do with them. Everything is on the spur of the moment. After being arrested, it is almost impossible to be reformed. Like a messenger of death wandering between the human world, they randomly select lucky ones to end their lives.

Bruce was not sure if Schiller was such a person, but he discovered that Schiller indeed lacked the most basic moral sense and compassion for the act of harming others, and the degree to which he took it for granted made Bruce feel that this might be a congenital mental illness, not caused by any acquired hatred.

After observing for such a long time, Bruce discovered that if it was caused by acquired hatred, when they took action, they would often carry intense emotions: happiness, excitement, fear, etc.

But if it was a natural-born sociopath, they were very calm when taking action, as if they hadn't done anything. Even with the most professional interrogation equipment, it was very difficult to judge whether he was lying.

Because these people believed from the bottom of their hearts that they hadn't done anything; they just ate a piece of beef. They felt very puzzled about the processes of interrogation, trial, and imprisonment, not understanding why people had to make such a big fuss about him eating a piece of beef.

Being able to observe Schiller more closely as an equal, Bruce discovered that he might have drawn the worst lot. Schiller was a natural-born killer, a high-IQ sociopath who might have a whim at any time and change dinner to beef.

Schiller, sitting opposite him, looked at him and asked: "Are you planning to rent my house? If you don't plan to do so, then leave my house. I still have important things to do."

Bruce opened his mouth. He felt that leaving now was not a wise choice. No one knew what Schiller would do without supervision.

He discovered that he had lifted a rock only to drop it on his own feet. He had originally wanted to integrate into the life of ordinary people and observe the ecological environment of the slums.

But now, he had indeed integrated into the life of an ordinary person, only this ordinary person, on his first day in Cat Getan, had gotten a two-bedroom apartment and a glass of water sent by a gang that ruled the entire "Living Hell" district.

Bruce sighed and said: "Yes, I will rent a room here, but I can't pay you rent immediately. I need to find a job before I can have liquid funds..."

"Since you have lived here for so long, you should be able to introduce me to what jobs are available here, right?" Schiller said.

"There are many jobs to do here, but they definitely won't meet your requirements." Bruce put his hands on the table and said: "Near the pier, there are porter jobs, you can also organize warehouses, nearby restaurants can serve dishes or cook, inside the 'Living Hell' there are water delivery workers and recorders, and outside there are truck drivers..."

"Judging from your expression, your job-seeking experience in the past few days shouldn't have been that smooth." Schiller looked at him and said: "What jobs have you tried, and what stumped you?"

Bruce pursed his lips and didn't want to speak. Schiller said: "You are even stingier than I imagined, actually unwilling to give a little experiential advice to someone who just came here to live on the first day..."

Bruce just wanted to say something, but Schiller spoke first: "How about this, I can try all the jobs you mentioned. Tomorrow, I'll go to the pier to see if they need anyone."

Bruce looked at Schiller again and shook his head.

No matter from which angle you look at it, Schiller was not a very strong person. He was tall, 187, but overall looked relatively thin, and because of his dress, you couldn't see his muscles. This was not an image that could do manual labor.

After these few days of life, Bruce knew that the recruiters at the pier had very sharp eyes. They could tell at a glance whether you had work experience, and an important basis for judgment was your hands.

As long as you are engaged in porter work, it is hard to avoid leaving some traces on your hands, such as calluses from friction, bruises from bumps, or traces left by wind and sun.

After the warehouse fire, Bruce also lost his job. He tried to go to the pier to be a porter again, but at first, he was recruited only because the recruiter needed a "lucky guy" to accompany Killer Croc.

Because Killer Croc was injured and couldn't work, so when Bruce went to apply again, he was rejected directly.

He didn't look as strong anymore, and his hands were too well-maintained, looking like a greenhorn with no experience. Those recruiters didn't like such people, as they might break the goods. So, Bruce hadn't found a new job until now.

Hearing that Schiller planned to try his luck at the pier tomorrow, he didn't hold much hope. Neither of them definitely met the requirements of the pier recruiters.

The next day, Schiller and Bruce came to the vicinity of the pier together. However, Schiller didn't walk toward the recruiter's shed. Instead, he walked around the entire pier warehouse, stopped at the door of every warehouse, and then came to the unloading place to watch the unloading process for about two hours.

Afterward, he ran to the recruiter, but didn't mention that he was here to apply. Instead, he chatted happily with the recruiter. Just like that, a whole morning passed, and the job-seeking matter had no progress, but the terrain of the pier warehouse area was mastered thoroughly.

When it was time for lunch, Bruce looked at Schiller and asked: "What on earth are you doing? Why don't you look for a job?"

Schiller put his hand above his eyes, blocking the non-existent sunlight, looked at the sea, and said: "Don't you have to scout the location before looking for a job... I mean, understand the situation nearby first?"

Bruce narrowed his eyes. Ever since Schiller came, he had been in a state of high vigilance at all times. Under this state of extreme mental tension, the laughter in his ears actually became smaller.

At noon, Bruce was starving. He wanted to find something to eat, but Schiller had no intention of leaving at all. Coincidentally, there were many small vendors near the pier. Bruce chose a stall with the best view to sit down, eating while watching Schiller's movements.

Seeing Schiller walk into a small alley, Bruce frowned immediately, but soon, he discovered that there was a sign there, a public restroom.

Previously, Cat Getan had carried out many infrastructure renovations, and most places with dense crowds had built public restrooms, providing a lot of convenience for the people working here.

Discovering that Schiller was just going to the restroom, Bruce breathed a sigh of relief. He was indeed very hungry, so in the next half hour, he focused on eating lunch.

In fact, the lack of nutrition during this period had already affected his thinking speed. However, because Batman was originally a super genius, his thinking speed was several times that of ordinary people, so it only slowed down a little and was not easy to see.

But this would indeed cause him to make certain decisions with a slightly slower speed. Then, after he finished his meal, Schiller walked over and said: "I found a job. It's a recorder for warehouse goods."

Bruce's hand holding the fork stiffened. He said: "How did you find it???"

"Oh, just now when I went to the restroom, I happened to run into the recruiter I was chatting with earlier. He told me that the goods recorder for the urgent warehouse just accidentally broke his leg, but there is a batch of urgent goods to be shipped out this afternoon. This job isn't something just anyone can do; it has to be a talent like me who can calculate."

Bruce slowly put down his fork, looked into Schiller's eyes, and said: "An employee just happened to break his leg, and it just happened to be the goods recorder for an urgent warehouse, and a batch of urgent goods just happened to arrive this afternoon, and you just happened to run into the recruiter in the restroom..."

"Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared." Schiller shrugged and said: "Although we are not in a teacher-student relationship now, I still have to remind you: before doing things, make full preparations. Look, this morning wasn't waited in vain..."

Bruce looked into his eyes and said: "Where did you put that goods recorder?"

"He fell from the second floor of the warehouse and broke his leg. He's probably been sent to the hospital now." Schiller took out a tissue to wipe his hands and said without changing his expression.

Looking at Bruce's increasingly dark complexion, he said: "A happy life depends on one's own hands to create, and opportunities also depend on oneself to strive for... wait, did you just say you don't have a job now? Do you want me to help you strive for an opportunity? Just ten dollars..."

"No need." Bruce said immediately. If Schiller continued to create, Cat Getan's hospitals wouldn't be able to hold them.

"Is that so? I just heard the recruiter say that the batch of goods this afternoon is very urgent, and at least a dozen people need to work together, but half of the people haven't been recruited yet. He also asked me to help find some at the pier..."

Bruce's hand holding the fork stopped again. He looked at Schiller and asked: "Are you sure this position doesn't need to be 'created'?"

"Of course, why would I lie to you? You can go to their recruitment shed now and ask. I heard that the wages can even be negotiated..."

Watching Bruce's back as he stood up and left, Schiller turned his head and said to the snack stall owner: "Please give me another ten-dollar one, put it on his tab." ===== CHAPTER 801 =====