Driver's Manual.

It was written in Roy's extremely sloppy handwriting. The mayor also came from a grassroots background and never went to college. Many words were spelled wrong, not to mention the garbled grammar. After making a mistake, he would just scratch it out with a pen.

Some rows are crowded together, while others are far apart.

Bruce turned off his brain and tried his best to read the driver's manual from the perspective of these mentally retarded people. He found that although the writing was sloppy, the content was confusing, and there were more swear words than the text, it made a lot of sense.

The central idea of ​​the entire driver's manual is just one sentence: There are no traffic rules in this terrible place of ours. Anyone holding the steering wheel you can see here does not have a legal driver's license. If you want to drive here, you only need to know how to drive.

One thing is to grab the steering wheel, step on the accelerator, and pray to God.

After a while, Bruce's cell phone rang, and he picked up the phone and said: "Hello? Professor... yes, the internship went well. I am now at the intersection east of the central roundabout. The road conditions here are pretty good.

The west side is more chaotic because there are too many sports cars..."

"Yes, I also think this internship method is very good. I heard them say that they have memorized at least dozens of proper nouns for mental illnesses. This is already a miracle. I believe they can get at least 5 more points on the final exam..."

"Evans? No...no, he is not diverting traffic. He has more important things to do."

Bruce looked up as he spoke. Not far away, he saw a man wearing a black suit who looked like the head of the Twelve Families. He was nodding and bowing to Evans. He moved the car that was occupying the road out of the way in a few seconds.

The traffic jam quickly became smoother.

Although Bruce said so, in fact, this so-called Gotham Transportation Civilization Day was basically a mess.

Roy built a small observation tower in the center of the intersection of each major transportation hub. The traffic controllers on it were basically carrying machine guns and holding rocket launchers to shoot wherever there was anything wrong.

Under this kind of deterrence, the vast majority of cars are still willing to abide by traffic rules, but the problem is that Gotham does not have unified traffic rules at all, and people here have never learned the traffic avoidance code, so Roy came again

A person who has driven normally in other cities was added to the watchtower to provide guidance.

However, in the United States, almost every state has different traffic rules, and the contents of the driver's manual also vary, which results in the traffic rules used at each intersection being different.

Although this situation is much better than the original situation of being unable to move at all, it still cannot meet the needs of logistics operations.

In the teachers' office of Gotham University, Anna, a professor of advanced mathematics, covered her forehead and said helplessly: "The error in the calculation of the capacity is really too big. Do you have any clues over there? Victor..."

Victor looked even worse, with two big dark circles almost covering half of his face. If he hadn't listened to what he said, just looking at his current state, one would have thought Mr. Freeze had awakened.

He said: "Don't forget, we also have to consider the preservation time. The cargo ships at the second pier are goods that are urgently needed for storage. They must have an emergency passage, otherwise the goods may be damaged. The cargo on the third pier is

There are also fragile items that cannot be driven too fast. When these cars are added to the central turntable, it will affect the overall speed..."

At this time, the door was pushed open with a bang, and Roy rushed in with a gun and said: "How is the logistics system being formulated? There are a dozen big bosses over there waiting for my news.

Well, their goods are all backlogged at the dock, and I can’t bear it anymore!”

"We are doing manual calculations now. Have you ever seen anyone doing manual calculations faster?"

"They can add money, no matter how much it is! 100,000? 200,000? As long as you can produce results as soon as possible, business waits for no one! Friends!"

Victor put down the information in his hand and said: "I called some of my old classmates last night. They are all professors of mathematics, physics and biology. You have to offer a price that satisfies them before they will come.

Here, you know, this city doesn’t have a very good reputation..."

"Give me their phone numbers and I'll make sure you're satisfied!"

On the other side, as Roy said, most of the heads of the Twelve Families gathered in a conference room, anxiously waiting for the results of the process. Sitting in the main seat was the head of the Spencer family.

Holding a phone and saying:

"The goods in warehouse No. 3 are damaged? Why? Aren't they frozen well?"

"The temperature detection device is not working as usual? Then why didn't anyone check it?...Can't read the gauge? Damn it! You illiterate people! That's tens of thousands of yuan worth of goods to me!!!"

"The quality of the cryogenic warehouse is not good either? So what should we do? We kidnapped... No, where is the expert we hired with a high salary? Tell him that we doubled the salary we promised him before! Let him find a way quickly! Forget it, you let

He answers the phone!"

"Who? Professor Freese? Who is that? Gotham University? No...I can't enter that place. It's the godfather's territory, contract system? Is he very powerful?"

"...What? A living person? His wife? No...it's not important!"

"You mean, he froze a living person in a freezer and still kept her alive?!"

"Ha...oh, no...no...I mean, it's such a shame, such a sad love story, God bless the poor lady, I'd like to donate to this, I'll ask for it tomorrow

If he comes, you know, I am also a person who believes in love..."

At this time, Schiller was sitting in his office at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. There was a long queue in front of him. Schiller shouted without raising his head: "Next!"

A black man with a sinewy face walked up and held the medical certificate in his hand. It was no bigger than one of his fingers. He carefully held the medical certificate and handed it to Schiller. Schiller scanned it.

He glanced at it and said: "Congenital polio?? This was written by some guy who didn't pay attention in class?? Didn't I tell you to look for nouns in the textbook and memorize them?"

He glanced at the black man and said, "Ward No. 3 on the second floor." Then he picked up a pen and quickly scratched the medical certificate twice, signed it, wrote a prescription, handed it to the man, and continued to shout:

"Next!"

At this time Brand, wearing a white coat, rushed in and said: "We can't accept any more patients! We really can't accept any more patients! We have no more wards!"

"Let them squeeze in. There are more than 100 people here."

"But no matter how crowded it is, it's impossible for 30 people to live in one ward!"

Schiller raised his head and thought for a while and said: "Let them be released on parole. There is always room in Gotham Prison, right?"

Brand was dumbfounded. He said, "On bail, just...what?"

"But most of them were originally here for medical parole!"

"Then set up a medical station in the prison and let... let Bruce go there. The intern is also a doctor. He has experience. Let him apply the model here. If there is no room in the hospital, go to the prison. If there is no room in the prison, go to the hospital.

that's all."

After Schiller quickly arranged the remaining patients, he returned to the Gotham University office. The place was basically in a state of chaos, and everyone with a college degree or above had been arrested and counted.

In this era without supercomputers, the amount of calculations required to calculate the most perfect logistics route manually is terrifying, and the leaders Victor and Anna are going crazy.

Schiller also participated because he had a symbiote. In order to avoid traffic jams when commuting to get off work in the future, he was happy to work overtime here.

But soon, Roy came again, still holding a gun and a phone in his hand, and rushed into the office in a hurry, and then said: "Two of the three financial officers of the city government have run away, and there are

One of them was buried by the sand leaked by the sand truck, and they are still trying to save it. Which one of you will come with me? The financial statements are almost piled up!"

One of the local professors in Gotham said: "Not everyone can do this job. Although the mayor's life is short in Gotham, his financial life is not long. Everyone knows what they do..."

As soon as he heard this, Schiller was no longer sleepy. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let's go, I'll go with you!"

Roy said hesitantly: "Excuse me for being offended, professor, but aren't you a professor of psychology? Is there a financial aspect in psychology?"

"Of course, you have to know that psychology is all-encompassing, and I happen to have very rich experience in it..."

Roy had no choice but to agree with hesitation.

The next morning, Roy stood in front of all the gang family leaders and said, "Now I have good news and bad news."

"The good news first, I've heard enough bad news." One of them said: "I still have three trucks blocked on Fifth Avenue."

"The good news is that if nothing unexpected happens, the city's GDP may be expected to surpass the metropolitan area this year and become the first in the United States."

There was an uproar below, and the gang bosses were whispering. They said: "Why did you get the first place so quickly? My goods haven't been sold yet!"

"Wasn't it fifth or sixth before? How long has it been? Are you sure the statistics are correct?"

Roy waved his hand to signal them to calm down, and then said: "The bad news is that this is not because our city has developed, but actually because there is a problem with the report."

"So now it's up to everyone to decide whether we want to be the number one."

The rest of the people were even more confused as to how big of a problem the report had to be for them to leapfrog Metropolis directly into first place.

To be honest, Roy didn't understand this question either. Anyway, he just watched Shiller sort out a pile of financial reports all night and came up with a statistics that was extremely reasonable but extremely outrageous.

Then tell him that he is about to become the mayor who has led the city's economic development the fastest, made the most improvements, and improved the fastest in the history of urban development in the United States.

Roy said: "According to a financial officer who did not want to be named, if we are number one, we will become more famous and increase more investment opportunities. If we are not number one..."

Roy stuttered for a moment, then took out a piece of paper and read on it: "Certain errors that are allowed in the understanding of macroeconomics will give more room for control of the actual data, including...

The stabilizing means of falsely high growth, the redundant space left by the impact of the crisis, and..."

After reciting it, Roy himself couldn't read it anymore. He said: "I'm sorry, there are too many words in the following paragraph that I don't recognize. In short, if you don't have this reputation, everyone will have more

…”

Roy made a gesture common to gangsters, and all the bosses understood, and they unanimously chose the latter.

Of course, this is definitely not for the convenience of official money laundering. The main reason is that the citizens of Gotham are not vain and are humble and low-key.

At this time, in the Gotham Police Department, in Gordon's office, Bruce couldn't hold himself any longer. He said, "You mean, you want to borrow my Bat-Light? What are you going to use it for?"

Gordon was also a little embarrassed. He said: "There is nothing we can do about it. Yesterday, some bastard had a bad idea and actually transformed the only dilapidated old-fashioned traffic light at the central intersection, which caused a lot of trouble.

"

That's right, just after the traffic improved a little, trouble broke out again.

There are no traffic lights at most intersections in Gotham because they were useless in the past. Only the big roundabout in the center of the city still retains an old-fashioned traffic light pole.

Although it was useless in the past, under the threat of force, Gordon found that this thing was indeed much more convenient than shouting.

Therefore, most of the traffic flow in the central city is directed by traffic lights, and the man on the watchtower is only responsible for force deterrence.

But as expected of Gotham City, a city with simple folk customs, this absurd city never lacks absurd geniuses.
To be continued...