mtl008 Chapter 3291 Bloody New City (4)
Chapter 3291 Bloody New City (4)
Chapter 3291 Bloodshed in New City (Forty)
It was almost dark when he saw Ruth in the office, who looked very bad. Schiller was still revising the design. When he saw Ruth walk in, he didn't even raise his head.
After finishing the last stroke, Schiele looked up at Ruth. In less than a month, this woman had lost at least one-third of her weight, and her face was haggard, as if she hadn't slept for several nights.
"Long time no see, Miss Ruth." Schiller's tone was still gentle, but his body language clearly showed that he really thought she was a stray dog.
"I brought the person you wanted." Ruth's tone was like a sigh. She said, "I know you are not from Gotham. You have made a mess here. This is not a good thing."
"So you think Gotham can get worse." Schiller smiled and said, "Then I want to thank you on behalf of the people of Gotham. During the years when you had the natural disaster fund, you didn't take action yourself and make it worse."
Ruth could tell that Schiller was mocking her, but she was clearly powerless to fight back. She said, "I'm just a professional manager, working hard for others to make money. Since Charabon has collapsed, there's nothing wrong with me working for you."
Schiller lowered his eyes, kept smiling, but shook his head and said, "No, ma'am, it's not that simple."
"What's the difference?" Ruth said, "The Charabans are not my first masters."
"You always look so miserable every time you change masters, so how did you survive until today?"
Ruth choked. She knew that was not the case. She had changed her master before because she was changing jobs. The other party gave her better treatment and a bigger stage. She took the initiative to give up her original master and change jobs. How could she be embarrassed? She was obviously more and more energetic.
Of course, there have been a few accidents. However, as a person from the lower class, Ruth has been able to climb to her current position not by being weak and vulnerable. Even if she was in an extremely dangerous situation once or twice, she was always able to break free and turn the tables.
But this time was completely different. Ruth was subjected to more mental torture.
Ruth was born in a poor family in the slums. Her mother was a drug-addicted prostitute. As she grew up, she survived by working as a prostitute and helping people launder money, climbing up step by step to the place closest to the upper class.
When she was climbing, she thought there was a blue sky above her head. When she reached a high place, she found that it was not a blue sky, but a trash can lid painted with blue paint.
The trash can will be opened at regular intervals, so those who climb to the top can take a look at the scenery outside. But most of them can only see the big hand holding the trash can lid, so close yet so far away.
As Ruth began to work for the hand, she gradually began to understand what it was like outside the trash can. But the more she understood, the more she knew she would never be able to climb out.
The lid on their heads is something they cannot shake. What is in the trash can is always just trash, and what jumps out is just trash scattered outside, and they can never become human beings.
So she began to be more cautious, even respectful, and convinced herself to give up all hope and live only by pleasing the owner of the trash can. At least, she would not fall to the bottom again.
She didn't know how long this went on, she had long forgotten who she was, and just kept repeating this logic, alienating everything she encountered, including herself, into non-human forms, so she could hurt her own kind without scruples.
Until one day, the trash can exploded.
To be precise, someone had stuck a bomb on the lid of the trash can. The hand that had been holding the lid was blown away. The wound was bloody and the screams were deafening.
Ruth was terrified. Her first reaction was to hide. She began to hypnotize herself that all this was an illusion. Deep down, she didn't believe that all this could happen.
She even began to hate it. What was wrong with the past? She had already stood at the top of the garbage mountain. Although she was still in the garbage can, there were so many people under her feet who were worse off than her.
At first, Ruth didn't know what she was suffering from or what she was avoiding, but she soon realized it - this incident made her realize that the gods she thought were high and mighty could also bleed.
This highlights her former cowardice. Looking back now, she had many opportunities to stab that hand, but she didn't do it.
Ruth was also thinking about why she didn't do this. She didn't actually have an accurate answer, just some vague hunches.
Perhaps it was because that hand was holding the lid of the steel trash can. The lid was like his shield, and anyone who tried to resist would hit his head against the steel wall and get a bloody head, or even lose his life.
Some people are still fearless, but more people are afraid. If you hit it but don't break through, you will lose everything you have now and fall back to the bottom.
Everyone at the top has paid too much to get to where they are now. They can't afford to fail like this. Ruth is no exception.
But now, someone has shown them with practical actions that even an iron wall can be broken. It is not even difficult to do.
Being able to manage the natural disaster fund is enough to show how important Ruth is in Mr. Charabon's eyes. Because of this, Ruth knows this man better than anyone else.
Schiller's way of defeating Charabon was surprisingly simple, so simple that it was ridiculous. There was no link in it that required any superhuman strength and wisdom to complete.
The only thing that is tested in this kind of thing is courage. If there is one more thing, it is the understanding of the person involved and greed.
Ruth seemed to have all these things. She was cruel and ruthless enough, and she never hesitated when she killed someone. She couldn't be called a coward. She also knew Charabang well enough, and had sufficient intelligence. She was not the kind of person who was content with a small fortune, but she was greedy enough.
If that's the case, why on earth had she been willing to be a running dog for so many years?
Not only was she willing to do it, she was even proud of it. Whenever she saw her share in the Chalabang family's income statistics, she would even puff out her chest proudly, thinking that this was a recognition of her ability.
Thinking back to the past, Ruth was completely puzzled. This was the fundamental reason why she had consumed so much energy recently. She couldn't figure out why she liked being a dog so much.
After much thought, Ruth could only think of one answer, that is, the upper class used various means to disguise themselves as being too perfect, as if they were not of the same species as the lower class, like the difference between elephants and ants.
They make people at the bottom of society feel that the bottom and the upper class are two completely different worlds, inhabited by two different species, completely different psychologically and physiologically, just like the difference between humans and dogs.
Thinking back on her experiences when interacting with the upper class, Ruth discovered that the upper class used many methods to remind her that a dog is just a dog and no matter how well it does, it can never become a human being. Being praised by people is the most remarkable achievement in her life.
Because they are used to seeing the madness, ugliness and meanness of the lower class people, and then looking at the glamorous upper class, they will naturally agree with this set of ideas and feel that it is an honor to be the best dog.
Ruth didn't know whether she would have felt this way all her life if the Charaban family had not collapsed in such a ridiculous way in an instant.
But at least now she could only admit that in the eyes of people like Schiller, there was never any trash can or the outside world, nor was there any difference between people and dogs - these people in the upper class were also trash.
This made her feel very complicated about Schiller. On the one hand, she was overwhelmed with emotion and felt happy that she had seen a whole new world. On the other hand, she felt a fear of facing the unknown.
That was not the same as dealing with high society. Ruth knew people in the upper class, and had an idea of it, if not a complete understanding.
But she had no knowledge of Schiller, and she could not know him. He could not be simply compared to a species, but more like an unpredictable rule, and it was impossible to guess his behavior and purpose.
When facing him, Ruth only felt danger. But this danger was not directed at a specific direction, but came from all directions, enveloping her and making her unable to move, like a fly entangled in a spider web.
So on the one hand, she was angry because she got out of one predicament and immediately fell into another predicament. On the other hand, she also had an escapist mentality of delaying death.
Ruth didn't know what drove her to come here again. In fact, she knew that working for Schiller was completely different from working for Charabon, but she had to say so, even if it was a lie to herself.
Ruth had a fear of something coming, but she didn't even know what was on its way. A spider was the best possibility.
"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense." Schiller crossed his fingers and looked at Ruth and said, "If you are willing to do something for me, I can't just tell you nothing..."
"No." Ruth stepped back. She felt the sweat on her forehead. She said, "No, just tell me what I want to do. Let's talk about the price."
"Of course we have to negotiate the price, but if you don't know my plan, you will make mistakes. If we sign an employment contract, you will be my subordinate. We still need to have a basic understanding of each other." Schiller said with a smile, pointing to the seat opposite him.
Ruth really wanted to turn around and leave. She shouldn't have come today. But now that she was here, it wasn't so easy for her to leave.
Ruth had no choice but to sit down. She took a deep breath and placed her hands on her thighs. Then a scribbled map was placed in front of her.
Ruth didn't see anything at first, but her professional ability was quite strong, and she soon realized that this was the structural diagram of Arkham Asylum. The various colors that Schiller drew were the obstacles he had set up at the door of the room or in the corridor.
Ruth took another closer look, but Schiele's painting was a mess. Out of respect for her future employer, Ruth said politely, "If you want to take this thing to a construction team, it may be difficult to achieve the effect you want."
"Yes, I really don't have any clever ideas in this regard." Schiller shook his head and said, "Some obstacles that can be added are nothing more than some roadblocks or mechanisms. Can you help me think of some more creative blocking measures?"
Ruth looked embarrassed. This was not her area of expertise. She was a manager, not an interrogator, so how could she come up with any creative methods?
But she was a professional after all, so she immediately said, "Although I don't know much about this, I can find a professional. Do you have any specific requirements?"
"Of course." Schiller took out another piece of paper and handed it to Ruth, then said, "Follow this. It would be best if you can get the result tonight. If not, give it to me tomorrow morning."
Ruth looked at the contents of the paper.