Chapter 834

When night fell, a long-lost black shadow appeared on the building. Beside him, there was a smaller figure.

Two black shadows jumped across the buildings. The former shadow wore a cape, his figure was agile, full of power, like a cheetah.

And the latter figure, although shorter and thinner, had a more fluent and graceful posture, like a bird flying through the air.

"This is so cool!

" Dick shouted while running: "I never knew running and jumping were so interesting!

!"

"You can be faster!" Batman also said loudly. After speaking, he fired the grappling hook on his wrist and swung to the roof of another building. And Dick learned from him. When he landed on the roof, he took a deep breath, squatted down, and looked at the thousands of lights under his feet.

He didn't wear a uniform, just a common hoodie and sweatpants, but he wore a Robin mask. The eyes under the mask became very bright.

"This is great! I feel like there's an engine in my lungs, and it's overclocking now. It hurts a bit, but it's really refreshing!" Dick said while panting: "I thought I wasn't good at sports..."

Batman stood beside him. The pitch-black uniform turned him into a silhouette in the light. He said: "You have to move to know how wonderful it feels to exhaust your physical strength..."

"Yes, I feel it!" Dick's mask was plated with gold by the light. He said: "I also want a uniform, a black uniform like yours. That must be very cool!"

Batman was silent for a while, then said: "If you want to, you'd better learn the knowledge of making uniforms first, and then you can know what you really want and how to do it."

Dick seemed to want to avoid this topic. He said: "What are we going to do next? Are we going to fight crime?"

"Yes, but in a more fundamental way."

Half an hour later, the two came to the top of the Living Hell building. Batman took a notebook from his uniform and handed it to Dick, saying: "Now, turn around here, write down how many overpasses there are here, and hand it to me."

Dick looked at the notebook and pen in his hand, a bit confused, and said: "What? Does fighting crime need recording?"

"I mean, let you, go around here, turn around, count how many overpasses there are, write it down, and hand it to me." Batman repeated patiently, saying: "If possible, write down the shape and length of the bridges, and it's best to look at the traffic flow at this time."

"You go to the south, I go to the north, and gather here in half an hour." After speaking, Batman took another notebook and jumped down, leaving Dick, who was confused, blowing in the cold wind in place.

Count overpasses? What kind of strange task is this? Dick thought very suspiciously. The first mission he imagined following Batman should have thrilling fights, cunning calculations, epic stories...

But this... counting bridges around the Living Hell? Dick couldn't understand it at all.

But he was very happy today. He secretly played with gymnastics equipment while Bruce wasn't home, but was caught. Dick originally thought he would definitely be lectured by Bruce with a straight face, and then be taken to do homework.

But unexpectedly, Bruce not only let him play, but also played with him, even supported him, let him successfully perform the nine-roll, and until now, even took him out for a ride. This was already a dream life beyond his imagination.

So, although he didn't understand, Dick still did it. He went around the southern half of the Living Hell, counted all the overpasses here, and even drew a structural diagram. When he returned to the gathering point, he immediately handed in what he recorded.

Batman opened the notebook and felt a bit surprised. Dick recorded it very detailedly, and besides what he requested, he even calculated the traffic flow per minute, and even recorded the common names and current names of each overpass.

Putting away the notebook, Batman just happened to see Dick looking at him. His eyes were always very bright, and there was expectation hidden in his eyes. At this moment, Batman felt some inexplicable emotions growing in his heart.

He thought, perhaps, this is the charm of education.

"This is the charm of education..." Schiller's voice came. Jason lifted the clothes on the side of his waist, letting Schiller check his wound. Schiller said while checking: "Not only will theoretical knowledge teach you a lot, but practice will too. Practice will guide you to think more deeply, and if you feel you can't figure it out, it means you lack some theoretical knowledge..."

"The wound has completely recovered, and not even a scar was left. However, I still have to ask you, how exactly did this wound happen?" Schiller took the cotton swab away, let Jason put down his clothes, and then brought him to the guest area of the office. He and Jason sat on the same side of the sofa. Jason reached out and picked up a water cup and took a sip of water, saying:

"It's like this. Originally, the infiltration plan was going very smoothly. I successfully infiltrated the hotel by borrowing that transport truck, but because I had never used a carpet, I didn't know which material of carpet would leave footprints. I wasn't careful when walking and left a footprint on the edge of the carpet in the corridor room."

Jason sighed and said: "I was already very careful, but I still stepped out a little trace, because the size of my feet is completely different from that of an adult, so it attracted the attention of the security guards."

"They thought it was a child of a guest who ran out. They were afraid that the hotel would be responsible for the child's injury, so they were very nervous."

"A security guard found me in the utility room. I originally wanted to hide there and wait for that Savage from the door crack, but unexpectedly, he pulled the door open directly, which scared me."

"My dress was different from the children of the guests here, and I was stained with rainwater. He was very vigilant and wanted to drag me out. I saw the gun on his waist, so I had to run."

"I rushed out from his side, but was still pulled by his arm. Before he heard movement in the utility room, he took the dagger in his hand, and as a result, he swung it back, and I got a knife..."

Jason shook his head and said: "The gap between the two of us is really too big. His weight might be twice mine. I can't fight him head-on, so I can only run away."

"However, this is also because I acted too hastily and didn't carefully survey the situation. If I could have discovered it in advance, perhaps it wouldn't have been like this."

Schiller also picked up the water cup and took a sip, saying: "Have I told you? When the body size gap is too big, how to subdue the other party?"

Jason turned his head with some interest and said: "Professor, you also know this? Hmm, you don't look like someone who would fight..."

"Indeed, I don't like to solve problems by violent means, but if it's self-defense, there are still some techniques."

Jason stared at him with wide eyes, full of expectation, and said: "Great! Professor, if you can teach me, I can also go back and teach the other children in the gang. They are okay with street fighting with other children, but if they encounter adults, they can't even run away..."

Schiller smiled again, brought his umbrella over, and then Jason saw that Schiller took off the strap of the umbrella. That strap seemed to be alive, buckled on the umbrella surface with a button, and could be taken off separately, turning into a tether.

Schiller grabbed both ends of the umbrella strap and stretched it hard, saying: "I once saw a case..."

"A little girl was long-term abused by her father, was malnourished, and had almost no strength, but she still killed her father with a shoelace..."

"Jason, do you know? When a person is sitting on a back sofa, if his neck and the top of the back form a correct angle, then once he is caught by a rope from behind, it is absolutely impossible to break free."

Jason was about to say something, but Schiller handed that umbrella strap to him. He said: "If you have an umbrella to tie, using it is a good choice. Remember not to lose it."

Jason took that strap and looked at the luster of the silk. His Adam's apple moved, but in the end, he didn't say anything. And Schiller asked: "You said before that you were thinking about some problems. What are you thinking about?"

"I... after I heard Bruce say that sentence 'the old order should exit the stage,' I felt very shocked."

"I have thought about this sentence countless times, but I didn't know who to say it to. I want to say, these damn orders that exploit us really should die, should have been overthrown long ago, but I never shouted it out..."

"Why?" Schiller asked.

"Because I didn't think of this sentence. Something like the old order, I don't know how to express it. Perhaps my grammar is not good enough. I can't think of so many words..." Jason frowned and said: "I always feel that there must be a word in this world that can express what I want to say, but I don't know what it is."

"Then you should indeed read more books." Schiller said: "You can tell me the problem you want to say in more straightforward language? I can go help you find books."

After speaking, he stood up, walked to the bookshelf, felt the spine of the book with his fingers, and said: "Philosophy... sociology... perhaps you need this one?"

Jason sat on the sofa and said to himself: "As early as when I just took over the Tail-End Gang, a gang thug broke the leg of a child, just because he approached him to pick up a cigarette butt."

"From that time, I felt anger, but others just said it didn't matter, being able to save one's life was already very good. He indeed shouldn't have gone to pick up the cigarette butt, but I was really very angry."

"This anger urged me to want to roar, but I had no language to express my feelings. When I heard him scream, I just wanted those who bullied us to disappear."

"But I understand. Things are not that simple. If I go to do some outrageous behaviors, others will be implicated, and all the children will not be able to survive."

"I can lead the Tail-End Gang to migrate from here to there, but in other places, we will still be bullied. We can change places again, but we will only wander forever. Can't we find a stable place to stay, let everyone have food to eat, and let everyone not be bullied?"

"I expressed my views, but no one agreed with me. They all said it was already not bad, everyone lived like this. Others said, don't let others hear what you said, otherwise everyone will be finished..."

Schiller stopped searching for books. He stood in place, looked down at his watch, and said: "The afternoon class is about to start. I might have to go over first. You can look for it here yourself."

After speaking, he left without looking back. Jason keenly captured certain key words in his tone, so after Schiller left, he stood up and walked to the bookshelf.

He saw a book pulled out a bit, tilted and sandwiched between other books. Jason looked left and right, then reached out and took the book out.

He opened the book, and the first page was written:

"A specter is haunting Europe..."