[Comprehensive British and American] Write Lei Wen in the name of Super Reverse

James didn't fit into their lives right away, no.

In fact, the night he brought him back, Connor sent a verbal message to Baguoxia.

No one spoke inside, only a few long and desolate howls.

Hearing this, Bei Guoxia was stunned, and called him in disbelief: "You really raised a werewolf?"

"No." Connor said calmly, "That's James."

"He turned into a werewolf?" Bei Guoxia still didn't react.

"Of course not." Connor replied patiently, "It's the sound of James having a nightmare."

"Oh, all of us..." Bagel Xia paused and said, "You know, we all started like this."

In the first few days when James came here, Jason never believed this male model in black who looked so murderous.

He often secretly observes what the other party is doing.

Soon Jason realized that he was worrying too much.

Because James is more vigilant than him, he often uses him to observe himself, and in turn observes what he is doing.

There is a double-headed "secret observation" between the two.

If it is described in detail, a "New Three-Body Problem: Wall Facer and Wall Breaker" can be written.

"Everyone is a hunter with a gun in the dark, no one will take the initiative to light a fire in the living room..."

Suddenly, the severed hand turned on the stove, lit the fire, and started cooking.

"Well...except when they're hungry."

In Jason's eyes, James was wandering around the room, investigating the defensive arrangement in the room.

James sat down, thinking about how to break through this place.

James went out to contact his accomplices.

And James' attitude towards Jason and Connor is:

No matter what they want to do, he will quickly grab the closest thing to him, take it as a "hostage", and let out a low moan from his chest as a threat.

Jason approached him, and James picked up the lamp, making a gesture to smash it.

Connor handed over the knife and fork, and James jumped on the cabinet, swinging the TV, as if to smash it.

This trick only failed once.

Jason was planning to call James over for dinner, but the latter picked up Damian who was passing by when he was nervous...

Then he was bitten hard by Damian.

It's hard to tell if Jason did it on purpose.

Because when Damian was biting James' hand, Jason picked up the camera he bought last time and kept taking pictures from four directions.

Excessive tension on James is still a small problem.

The big problem is that whenever he wakes up from a nightmare, he will break through the glass uncontrollably, jump outdoors, and climb to the eaves to scream.

Although the villa is haunted all the year round, and the two sides are not in touch, but too much movement will still attract discussions from the underworld and Chinatown.

They all said:

In this villa, there are either mad scientists making Frankenstein, or perverts who like to play sm.

In fact, James was in a good state on the first night of staying overnight at the villa.

After being brought back by Connor, he even obediently took a shower in the bathroom and changed into casual clothes.

Although the work of scrubbing and washing hair is probably done by severed hands.

As night fell, he had just been lying on the bed for a short time when he suddenly opened his eyes and jumped out of the room.

At the time, Jason and Connor were on the night watch.

So he broke his hand and opened "Wuthering Heights", trying to use the wind and rain and the dead spirits buried in the ground to prevent James from running out.

Connor and Jason go home.

They saw James' ankles being firmly grasped by two zombie hands protruding from the dirt.

He fell on the ground, buried his head, grasped the soil tightly with both hands, and remained motionless.

As if vomiting, as if...

"Is he dead?" Jason let him turn around, picked up a branch and poked his body.

James raised his head, grabbed the other end of the branch menacingly, and twisted it.

He lunged at them.

"I guess he wants to do some evening games," Connor said at the same time, ducking.

"I played with him for a while, and if he wasn't yelling all the time, it would have been a perfect night," Connor said.

Jason took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator and threw one to him.

Together they looked at James, who was exhausted and fell to the ground.

"He's having a nightmare," Jason said firmly.

"Bay said we all had it." Connor opened the beer ring. "He doesn't care."

"He's Ben," Jason said indifferently, "it's no wonder he would care."

In order to solve this rumor as soon as possible, the four people began to discuss and set out to solve James' ptsd problem.

Thinking about it carefully, "nightmare" seems to be a topic that the four of them have been avoiding.

Dr. Spencer would give them some guidance, and they did their best.

Or one of them would give a look and a verbal hint, letting the other know what he was going to do to escape the nightmare.

For example, every time Jason ran down the stairs in a nightmare and ran into Bagel Xia who was looking through the refrigerator, he would say cryptically, "I had that time..."

Baguoxia would always show cooperation and a subtle expression.

Only once did they overturn.

When Jason said, "I had that moment...", the TV kindly answered him:

"Fear not then, the tampon will take care of you throughout the cycle."

Connor's solution to the nightmare was to sleep standing in the closet.

They used the metal arm as bait to lock James in a closet during bedtime.

To prevent him from getting out, they put a lock on it.

This did not stop James from rushing out at all.

He also left a large hole in the shape of a human figure in the cabinet door.

Jason's solution to his nightmares is to brutalize the criminals on the streets.

They took James out on night patrol.

It started off fine.

Until they find the criminals, get James on.

James seems to have misunderstood the meaning.

He walked over and grabbed the criminal by the neck and smashed into the wall.

The criminal rolled his eyes frantically, as if he was about to die.

The two had to spend most of the night persuading James not to turn from a dragon slayer into a dragon.

"Maybe he can do something," Bei Guoxia said on the other end of the phone, "such as drawing, writing, playing musical instruments..."

"Don't listen to him," Carl snatched the phone and suggested, "Show him the channel I usually watch?"

"I have to explain that late-night shifts are not good for his condition." Jason said dubiously.

"It's not a late-night file... What are you thinking? Disgusting."

That night, James sat on the sofa, watching "My Little Pony" on the screen, with no change of joy or sorrow on his face.

Damian observed his expression from the side and came to a conclusion:

"A ruthless killer indeed."

On the phone, Damian and Carl have a heated argument over whether it's possible to impress an apathetic killer with a childish and boring cartoon.

The cartoons on the screen also quickly changed from "My Little Pony" to "Lady and the Tramp", to "Penguins of Madagascar", and to "Pokémon Unprinted".

James always sat on the sofa, like a brooding man in clothes, without fluctuation.

Jason, on the other hand, became impatient and forcibly interrupted their dispute:

"Please! We are men, man! Man! Can we put something in this house that a pure man should see?"

That night, Damian brings a videotape.

There are extremely rough and eye-catching big characters printed on the cover:

"Must See".

Jason held his coffee cup worriedly, making excuses to linger near the sofa.

"I guess it's the bloodiest fighting movie," Damian said expectantly as he put the tape into the VCR.

"Looks like a seven-day-death video after watching it," Connor said.

For the sake of their mental health, Jason did not express his guess.

As a result, in the video, there are only a group of cats and dogs walking, running, rolling, and licking each other.

While cute, it didn't live up to expectations after all.

This disappointed both of them.

Only Jason heaved a sigh of relief.

At this time, a murmur of unknown origin sounded in the room:

"I thought it was a beauty swimsuit contest."

The three of them were startled suddenly, and turned to look at James in unison.

He is still fine.

The three looked at each other.

Heck.

"Don't worry, Jason," Baguoxia said on the other end of the phone, "There will always be a moment when James will prove to you that he is human."

Jason looked at James.

The tall man was sitting at the dining table, eating the food delivered by the severed hand and metal arm like a meat grinder, without even spitting out the bones.

Jason shook his head, shaking off the scene that made him frantically recall "alien devouring humans".

They've run out of options and have decided to "go with the flow".

On the bright side, Damian has been complaining about not having any playmates his own age.

Now he barely has one.

Although James was not his age, he never resisted his orders, and at most turned a deaf ear.

This already met Damian's minimum standard for a "companion".

What's more, when this "playmate" is playing games, he will pass all the toys he gets to him without complaint.

Accidentally broke into the masquerade, James' "smoky makeup" earned a lot of candy and chocolate from the girls.

He also gave it all to Damian.

For Damian, sweets are not important, what is important is to have fun.

"I will cover you from now on." He was very satisfied.

That night, Red Hood came back from the outside and landed on the roof.

He took off the hood, shook his head and shook his forehead hair, and heard Damian talking to James in the room.

"I know about your past, we've checked it out," Damian said.

James' eyes were fixed on the screen, and he didn't seem to hear.

"Although we don't know exactly what you did, we all know that you took orders from others and killed many people."

Damian took a deep breath, pretended to be nonchalant and continued: "Actually, I am too.

"I grew up in the League of Assassins, my mother trained me to kill people, and she wanted me to be the strongest leader.

"Every year on my birthday, she would ask me to challenge her, we would have a life-or-death duel, and if I didn't fight, she would literally kill me.

"If someone asked me how to give two apples to six children.

"I would answer, let them fight each other until there are only two left, because that's how I was raised.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

James stared at the screen.

Damian turned to look at him, almost defiantly:

"So, how do you feel?"

No more voices came from inside.

Jason hung upside down from the eaves with some worry, and peeked in the window secretly:

James was not angry, nor did he intend to kill anyone.

With his back to Jason, he slowly raised his left hand and placed it on Damian's shoulder.

"Well, for a moment."

Thinking about it, Jason backed away silently.

He sat on the roof for a long time, wearing headphones, but couldn't find the time to go down.

Until Connor staggered back and landed beside him: "Are you crying while listening to the song?"

"I didn't cry." Jason pulled off the earmuffs and retorted fiercely, "I was just listening to the song."

Connor sat down beside him.

Jason hesitated, and blurted out: "When did you have that moment?"

Connor looked at him puzzled: "Want to go to the bathroom?"

"No, I mean, it feels like I'm...some kind of acceptable person?" Jason picked his words.

"Oh, a lot of times," Connor said.

"For example?" Jason asked unwillingly.

Connor thought about it, and reminded: "Do you remember, the first time we went to the bar, you were drunk."

"Then how can you feel that I am..."

"You wrote a poem to the blonde girl next to you."

"what???"

"Bey drank too much, but Carl and I both remember."

After a while, Connor suddenly realized: "I get it: you forgot when you sobered up. It's okay, I can repeat it."

"No, you must have made it up!"

"Are you kidding?" Connor retorted seriously, "I can't even make it up."

"You don't have to..." Jason was still struggling.

Connor has started:

"'Ah, sparrow, with shining golden feathers, you dance so gracefully, as if...'"

"Guess what? I've already remembered it all," Jason stopped him palely, "Now, let's talk about Ben and Carl's joke."