In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 779: Fatal Joke (6)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

In the end, Bruce still couldn't muster up the courage to use the kitchen utensils here, not because he was timid, because he just saw a person leaning next to him taking drugs and putting a handful of plant roots into the pot.

He doesn't require the dishes to be completely clean and hygienic, but at least they can't be poisonous, right?

When we came downstairs, Bruce decided to survey the terrain first. At this time, it was almost dusk, and there were still a lot of people on the street, so it was noisy. Bruce felt that he was out of place here, and everyone took A strange look looked at him.

Bruce knows that not many people know him, and Bruce is more famous in the upper circles, because those people can afford entertainment magazines and can often see him fooling around from bars.

However, people here can basically only afford ordinary newspapers, which rarely have gossip news, and if they don't read magazines, they probably don't know what Bruce looks like.

Bruce looked down at his clothes, he wasn't that stupid, he came here wearing a famous brand, and he was wearing clothes without a brand, just like the Gotham citizens who usually walk on the street.

Bruce thought that the problem might be his shoes. He had just rushed over from the shareholder meeting before, and he didn't have time to change out his leather shoes, and he forgot to take off his watch. It might be a bit out of place here.

The watch is easy to handle, just take it off and put it in your pocket, but if you take off your leather shoes, where will he find them?

Bruce looked around and found that many people wear boots, which is indeed a good choice. After all, Gotham has rain all year round, and a pair of sturdy rubber boots can prevent your feet from getting wet.

Bruce was lucky. He found a shop selling boots on the corner of the street. When Bruce went there, there was no one there. He leaned his upper body into the closed shop and asked, "How much are the rain boots?"

The store owner who was doing the accounting looked up at him and said, "$5, plus $2, and an umbrella..."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, not because he thought it was expensive, but because he thought it was too cheap. He reached out and took a pair of boots from the cabinet next to him. Not bad, so he said, "Give me a pair of boots and an umbrella."

The store owner said: "Put down the pair in your hand, it's a display item, wait a minute."

Speaking, he walked into the inner room, took out a pair of boots, added an umbrella, and handed it to Bruce. Bruce didn't pick it up immediately, but took a look at it. After a while, he handed the money to the store owner.

On the way back, Bruce found a small shop selling hot dogs on the side of the road, and he bought another hot dog for two dollars.

Back in the rental house, Bruce immediately changed his shoes, took off his watch and hid it, then opened the package of the hot dog and took a bite.

The next second, he frowned vigorously. The bread and hot dog sausages of this hot dog are not bad, but there are too many sauces. In his throat, he almost spit it out.

In addition to the rich mayonnaise, there is also a spicy chili sauce. There are several slices of pickled cucumber chili rings in the hot dog. There is almost no smell of bread or meaty sausage. Only the sauce is left in the mouth. Flavor.

Bruce endured the discomfort and ate the hot dog, and then ran to the tap to drink two sips of tap water.

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Finally suppressing the weird smell of spices, Bruce coughed twice, shook his hands, and leaned against the edge of the sink. He thought, maybe he was too hypocritical. In the slums, sauces Put more, it should be considered an advantage, right?

But soon, he found that he was too young, because before 20 minutes, he started to have a stomachache.

Before he was stunned by the mouthful of sauce, he hurriedly went to the water pipe to drink water, but he forgot that this is not his manor, and there is no terrible and expensive water purification system , This is a Gotham slum, and Mendeleev doesn't even know what's in the tap water.

I am used to the stomach of light food, so I can't adapt to the huge pile of chili sauce and chili rings. Coupled with the tap water like the periodic table of chemical elements, Bruce squatted in the toilet all night until the middle of the night Only a little bit better, lying on the bed, fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already close to noon. Bruce thought he had to go to work early in the morning, but now he was faced with another problem, that is, what about lunch?

Yesterday's dinner didn't give him any energy, but made him a little dehydrated. Now he is thirsty and hungry, and he dare not eat or drink anything, for fear of causing gastroenteritis again due to bacterial problems ,

Now he understands what Maggie means, it is really difficult for people who did not grow up here to live, because you have to have a firm will, a flexible mind, and strong endurance , You have to have a stomach of steel.

Enduring weakness, Bruce felt that he still had to cook by himself. He decided to buy a la carte, but he didn't know where to buy it. Fortunately, when he was going downstairs, he met the Asian woman who was cooking before. .

This woman lived on the third floor, and she told Bruce that he could go to the next street, where there was a vegetable supermarket, and if he wanted to buy meat, he could only go a little further to the next slaughterhouse.

When he came to the place where the woman pointed the way, Bruce found that the prices here were really cheap, and the boots, umbrellas, and hot dogs he bought before might have been cheated.

For less than a dollar. You can buy vegetables that will make him a full meal. Although the vegetables here are not very fresh, and some even look like defective products eliminated by high-end restaurants, they are at least edible.

Bruce felt that he had to buy a pot, because no one knew what was cooked in the pot in the communal kitchen.

Bruce asked the vegetable vendor where he could buy pots. The black vendor thought about it, scratched his head and said, "Why don't you go to the grocery market next door?"

On a street not far from the vegetable supermarket, there is a grocery market that sells everything, hardware parts, daily necessities, second-hand junk, pots and pans...

Bruce did see pots for sale, but the problem is that the pots here are all second-hand, and they don't look right, or most of the things here don't come from the right way.

Bruce saw the logo of a restaurant he was familiar with, and the reason why the set of dishes appeared here was definitely not donated by this restaurant out of kindness.

Walking on the road in the grocery market, Bruce seemed to have come to a large-scale sale of stolen goods. He thought, no wonder, Selena would live here, no wonder, every time he didn't catch Selena on the spot, the stolen goods disappeared overnight up.

But there is no way, he has no choice at all. He knows that it is impossible to have that kind of organic supermarket in the slums. After shopping for a long time, Bruce finally picked a frying pan, and he also tried bargaining for the first time. Then he discovered that he was really cheated before.

The price of this ordinary frying pan was 3 dollars, and the price reached 60 cents in the final negotiation. Finally, Bruce left the grocery market with an iron pan and a lot of vegetables, his back walking on the road, heavier than Batman.

After that, I went to the slaughterhouse to buy some fresh minced beef. When I returned to my residence, Bruce didn't dare to wash the vegetables with tap water, and he didn't even dare to use it to wash the pot. He could only fill the pot with water and put it on the stove. After boiling, pour out the water, then scrub carefully, and then boil a pot of boiling water to cool down, and use it to wash vegetables.

By the time the dishes were finished, it was already past lunch time. Bruce, who was used to eating on time, felt a little pain in his stomach.

After frying the beef patties, Bruce felt even more uncomfortable. I don’t know how this kitchen is designed. No matter which direction Bruce stands in the pot, it is the downwind. There is no range hood, and the oily smoke from frying meat keeps coming It hit him in the face, choking him so much that he couldn't open his eyes.

The stove uses a gas tank, but the **** has been in disrepair for a long time, and the fire cannot be controlled well. A handful of spinach leaves are sprinkled on it, and it is still not cooked after half an hour of stewing. The pot is gone.

Bruce was not very good at cooking, and being able to cook dishes is already considered a talent, and he really couldn't grasp this kind of fire that was closer to metaphysics.

When he was eating, these uncooked vegetables made it even more difficult for him to swallow. After eating a meal for more than an hour, he only finished his lunch when the sun was setting~IndoMTL.com~ When I was eating a bowl, I was so blinded by the afterglow of the setting sun that I couldn't open my eyes.

Before this, he never thought that he was such a hypocritical person. He felt that his willpower was very strong. He could run for a kilometer after being shot twice. He had tried countless pains and was still willing to step on the battlefield. .

Such a great hero never thought that he would be defeated by trivial matters.

He never thought that he didn't want to cry because of the wound left by the vicious criminal, but was choked up by the smoke and fire in the world hidden in the twilight light.

The bat fell headlong to the bottom of the cliff, only to realize that there is no grand battle to be fought here, and the biggest enemy he has to face is the trivial but ubiquitous unsatisfactory, is it not Difficult, but if you make a wrong step, you will no longer be able to recover from the situation.

Bruce finished his meal, sitting on the small balcony in the living room, listening to the drunks yelling upstairs, the couples quarreling downstairs, smelling the stench brought by the garbage trucks on the street, and feeling the churn of gastric juice , I watched a sunset quietly here.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he had been liberated, which was an effect that no psychological treatment could achieve.

Because here, the death of parents may be very sad, but they don't have much time to grieve, because they have to go to work, pay rent, buy vegetables, cook, go to the market, eat, sleep and take out garbage.

Grief, grievance, entanglement, and nostalgia are best compressed into a few days. If they are entangled for ten years like Batman, they may starve to death.

Only the bats hanging high in the attic have the time to imagine themselves as the avengers in the dark, and the human beings standing on the ground, just thinking about what to eat tomorrow.