"Eddie? Come with me." The uncle who was guarding the door turned around and took the lead to the second floor, located in the Lasvis area near the Hell's Kitchen. The house here is definitely not related to comfort.

Even the steps paved with cement are bumpy, comparable to the stone roads with water alleys outside.

Eddie smelled the pungent smell of the air and wiped his nose impatiently. Later, he realized that this action did not relieve the odor, and even the oil stains on his hands were stained with oil cakes, which were all plated between his nose.

So much so that his nose is now filled with the smell emitted by smelly socks that have not been washed for a few days.

This smell was smelled when he couldn't find a job after graduating from Gotham High School and was about to die.

He was slightly better than he is now, but Eddie was not completely pessimistic about his current life.

With his years of experience as a journalist, he will definitely make a comeback, and he is so firm.

The uncle who was guarding the door pushed open the old wooden door, turned his body to the side and said, "The only double room is left, twenty-five federal coins are a day, and the rent is settled, which is not counted tonight."

Eddie's eyes passed over the uncle's sparse haired bald head and fell into the dimly lit room.

I saw a cockroach jumping out from the cracks in the floor indoors, and just slipping in front of them.

Eddie looked weird: "This..."

"Don't care about this." The uncle stepped on the cockroach to death with his usual expression. His skillful movements seemed to be like he would step on that foot every day.

"What you need to care about is that this is a double room with two keys. As for how you arrange the activity space or even any inexplicable quarrels, our rental company will not deal with it. Or, if it really affects the lives of other guests, we can only ask you to leave here."

Eddie nodded: "Understand."

So, this is his next stop habitat.

This is his current home.

However, there was no pretty girlfriend Anne in this family, and that soft big bed.

There was only a sloppy man lying on the bed on his side, and a hard bed of strange colors.

Hearing the creaking sound of the door, the greasy man finally turned over and looked at the person with his sleepy eyes.

Eddie threw her suitcase on the ground, sending a friendly signal: "Eddie Brock, your roommate, should you say that?"

"Bruce Banner, just call me Banner. I'm not interested in our relationship. Maybe you might disappear in this room, just as I'm sleeping." Banner turned his head, clearly not wanting to have more conversations with Eddie.

Eddie, who wanted to understand the situation, could only temporarily extinguish his mind. Moreover, he was also disgusted with such unknown people, what it means to "will disappear in this room".

It was such a strange person, and looking at him like he was chased and killed.

Eddie shrugged: "Funny guy."

Then, he threw his body into the hard bed, and it was hard to imagine the pain that moment.

Because a wooden thorn seemed to pierce into his back.

"Shet!"

Eddie cursed and pulled out all the wooden thorns on the hard bed, and he touched his back.

"The wooden thorn behind fell off by itself? Forget it, no matter how much it is, after a day of busyness, it's time to sniff for a while, the famous gold medal reporter, Mr. Eddie Brock." Eddie lay down with a smile.

Then, he heard the sound of percussion coming from next door.
Chapter completed!