Chapter 3503 Research on Cats and Dogs (51)

In the evening of that day, Schiller drove to Gotham Airport. It was renovated three years ago. Although the overall layout has not changed, it seems not so dilapidated.

He came to the pick-up passage and saw a little boy led by two flight attendants: short black hair, slightly red skin, small freckles around his nose, sun marks of varying degrees of depth on his neck, and a red sweater with a fake shirt collar, his figure was much stronger than that of children of this age.

"Hello, is it Billy Batterson?"

Schiller took out his driver's license and handed it to the flight attendant. After repeated verification, the flight attendant handed over Billy to Schiller.

During the whole process, the little boy raised his head and stared at Shiller, but he didn't say anything. He looked a little timid, but he couldn't help but keep looking around.

After the flight attendant left, Schiller touched his head, held his shoulder and let him approach a little, then squatted in front of him and said, "Are you Batson? From Wisconsin?"

Billy nodded, opened his mouth and closed it quickly.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Are you the professor Dick and the others said?"

"Yes, Schiller Rodriguez, it's great to know you." Schiller stretched out a hand to him.

Billy looked at the hand, licked his lips, then reached out and grabbed it gently.

"What's wrong?" Schiller asked, "Dick told me that you are a very lively child. Why do I think you're a little scared?"

"I... the first time I'm on a plane." Billy pinched his pants thread with both hands, glanced at one side, and then said, "It's also my first time in a big city."

Schiller sighed and said, "The flight attendant told me that you are a little noisy. You haven't thought about flying out directly during the flight, right?"

Billy looked at Schiller innocently. From his clear eyes, Schiller could tell that he had definitely thought about it and might even put it into practice.

"The plane's windows cannot be opened," Billy said. "I tried, but I can't."

"Do you know what the consequences will be if you open the windows of the plane?"

"Well... maybe I can stick my head out. There may be wind blowing in."

Schiller did not refute him. He lowered his head, pulled Billy's hand, gently touched his knuckles, and then looked up at him and said, "How old are you this year, Billy?"

"I'm almost 8 years old."

Schiller opened his eyes slightly widened, and then looked him up and down again. Billy didn't look like a child of seven or eight years old, and his bones were much stronger than those of his children of this age. He said that he had graduated from elementary school now, and no one would believe it.

"Do you work often at home?"

Billy shook his head and said, "My foster family opens a shop in the town, and I occasionally help with the goods. But my mom doesn't let me do this, maybe because she's afraid that I'll break the goods."

Schiller thought of the worst possibility: Although the magic power given by Lao Shazan could make him become an adult for a short time and would become back later, the process of maintaining the adult's body shape had an irreversible impact on his growth and development, making his bone age far exceed his age.

However, this must be scientifically examined before conclusions can be drawn, and it is useless to tell Billy. Although an 8-year-old child also has a certain understanding ability, once Lao Shazan is involved, the problem will become very complicated. Even if he knows it, he may not be able to understand the key points.

"Okay, Billy Dick should have told you that you will join a new foster care family in Gotham. It's not yet available for searching for it. Do you have any suggestions?"

Schiller stood up and took Billy out. Billy scratched his head and said, "I don't know either. The social worker said that I would live with whom I would live with. Are you a social worker?"

"I'm not. But I know social workers, and I will discuss with them and choose a suitable one for you."

"Okay. But I have to tell you that although my biological parents died in a car accident, there is no compensation. Even if they adopt me, I can't get the money."

Schiller slowed down and turned his head to look at Billy and said, "Did your previous foster family value this issue?"

"I can't explain it, either," Billy said after thinking about it, "Although they said it's okay, I don't think it's okay."

"How many children did your previous foster care family have?"

“Six.”

"How many of them are their biological children?"

"Two, the smallest two."

With just a few words, Schiller roughly understood what was going on.

In the United States, there is a group that is a professional foster family. As the name suggests, it makes money by being a foster family.

The death rate of car accidents in the United States is not low every year, and many tragic accidents have caused many orphans. Many orphans are very young and have a large amount of accident compensation from their parents, so someone will adopt these orphans and raise them until they are adults.

On the day of adulthood, they will ask the orphans to leave their homes, but they must leave some compensation. Most orphans will agree. They make money by making it.

In fact, this is a business. Since it is a business, you must naturally keep the cost as low as possible. Many foster families directly find a boarding school to stuff their children into it.

Although this is worry-free, it still costs a tuition fee, and some remote areas do not have boarding schools. Most of them are kept directly at home, and they eat at home, usually helping the family work, and when they are adults, they will pay for money and get out.

Billy obviously belongs to this. He won't be hungry, but probably he's just giving him some food. Not to mention education, he hasn't even taught common sense much. The air tickets were bought by the young Avengers.

Moreover, it is probably because they knew that Billy had no compensation and his attitude towards him was getting worse and worse, that Dick and the others would find a way to get him to Gotham.

After all, no matter what, the superhero Shazam he played has actually saved people. Although it has messed up a lot of things, you can't expect an 8-year-old town boy to do better.

In order to liven up the atmosphere, Schiller talked about the topic that Billy was interested in, that is the Internet. At that time, Shazam was very popular on the Internet, not only had a personal homepage, but also a large number of fans.

But when he mentioned this, Billy seemed particularly frustrated. He shook his head and said, "A woman came to me before. After finding out that I was a child, she didn't say anything more. My website was also banned."

"Woman? Is it black? Amanda Waller?"

Billy nodded and said, "Yes, he seemed to say that she was calling Waller. He wanted me to join any game..."

"Federal Shield?"

Billy nodded again.

Schiller sighed softly. Amanda's nose was still so flexible, but unfortunately she almost had luck. Fortunately, she still had a trace of human nature and did not force her to hire child labor.

It’s not because Schiller had any good impression of Amanda, but he felt that Amanda should be a person who hurt him. He banned Shazan’s website because he was afraid that someone would find out that Shazan was actually a child.

Although Billy can transform into Shazam, his ability is not omnipotent. The last time something happened to Mount Olympus, his ability would not be used. Once he is targeted by someone with a heart, he may not be able to escape.

Schiller took Billy into the car. Billy touched left and right with some excitement, looked out at the car window, and screamed while looking.

Schiller thought that if he were the ones, he would have been annoyed for a long time. But now he has a lot of experience in raising children, so he just told Billy not to stick his head out and then concentrate on driving.

Billy looked at it for a while and began to transform into a hundred thousand whys, constantly asking this and that. Schiller answered him as briefly as possible.

I guess I was tired of taking a plane, so Billy fell asleep shortly after a while. The car was not awake when he drove into the garage.

Schiller had to open the back door and shook him. Billy followed him sleepily. As soon as he entered the house, Billy exclaimed: "Wow—"

"I've never seen a house like this before!" Billy's head was shaking like a rattle. Schiller had to throw the slippers he took out in front of him. When changing his shoes, he kept looking left and right.

Bypassing the entrance, he screamed again, then rushed to the kitchen, followed by another scream, then pushed open the door of the backyard, another scream.

It can only be said that fortunately, each house in the villa area is relatively far apart, otherwise his neighbor would have thought that another murder occurred here.

"Will I live here in the future?" Billy jumped excitedly and shouted, "Really? Is such a good house?!"

Schiller had to hold his shoulders with both hands to calm him down, and he said, "No, this is my home. And I can't adopt you."

"Why can't?" Billy immediately seemed a little depressed.

Schiller could see that all his emotions were not pretending, but were sincere. Billy Batson was just a very simple town boy at this time, probably even more simple than Clark when he was a child. Considering his displaced childhood, this was quite rare.

"Because it's not lawful," Schiller said. "I don't meet the requirements for adopting any child. Thank you for enjoying my house, but you may not live here in the future."

To Schiller's expectations, Billy just sighed and seemed calm when he accepted this fact.

He turned around and walked to the kitchen, pointed to the refrigerator and said, "Can I open this and see? I have never seen a refrigerator that is so wide..."

Schiller walked over and opened it for him, then he looked down at Billy and said, "Don't you feel sad?"

"A little. But it's not the first time," Billy shook his head and said, "I've visited many foster care families before. Their houses are not as good as you, but they are also pretty good."

"They were nice to me at the beginning and asked me a lot of questions. But obviously I didn't satisfy them. They just asked us to go back and wait for the news, and then there was no news."

Schiller opened his mouth, not knowing whether to say it was lucky or unfortunate. There is another type of person in the United States who mainly deal with population and organ trafficking.

"I'm not dissatisfied with you, and I can honestly tell you that if I think of a solution, I should be able to adopt you, or even if I don't maintain a legal adoption relationship, at least I can raise you."

Billy turned around and stared at Schiller in confusion.

"However, I still can't adopt you." Schiller squatted down and looked at him and said, "My mental state is not stable enough. Although it looks good now, maybe one day it will become a terrifying murderer, which will not be of any benefit to your growth."

Billy thought he was joking, grinned, revealing a jagged mouth, and smiled.

"It's okay if you don't believe it, you will understand one day." Schiller shook his head.

What he said was the truth. He could not get into a relationship like most ordinary people, form a family, and raise offspring, mainly because his mental state was a bit too advanced compared to humans.

Many times it seems that there is no big problem because it has not been in contact for a long time and is not close enough. Even Jason and Schiller only occasionally give some advice instead of living together for a long time.

Of course, there are examples of long-term contact, please refer to Bruce for details. Although the bond between Batman and Joker played a certain role, Schiller's own mental state also made a contribution. Since this is the case, there is no need to cause trouble for an ordinary person.

Schiller patted Billy on the head and said, "Although I can't adopt you, I will find you a good foster care family as much as possible."

He muttered: "You should have higher education, you should understand education, have a house, a car, and a stable source of income, and it is best if you don't have other children yet..."

Schiller suddenly had an idea, picked up his cell phone and dialed a number, and then said, "Hey? Victor, I have prepared a birthday gift for you..."
Chapter completed!