A retired magician raises a bucket daily

"There seems to be someone inside." He said softly.Through the glass window and the undrawn curtains, a black figure could be vaguely seen standing in the living room.

"But why are you staring blankly?" Reed bent over to look closer, and muttered, "Looking silly."

Jason had already taken out the gun, and whispered in Reed's ear, "Just open the door in a moment, and I'll take care of it."

The hot air flowed over the tips of the ears, and Reed touched his ears uncomfortably, and gestured to him with an OK gesture.

The key "clicked" to open the door lock, and there was a slight sound at the hinge of the old door.

At the same time, the black shadow standing inside the room heard the sound, trembled a little, and then began to rush towards the door with lightning speed, stepping on the ground, there was a sound of porcelain colliding.

"Hoo--" In the corner of his vision, he saw sporadic flashes of fire, and the pistol equipped with a gun was aimed steadily at the shadow.The fired bullet accurately entered the left knee.

But what was strange was that the bullet only made the black shadow stagger, it didn't stop, but approached them in a strange posture like a puppet whose joints had been removed.

"What the hell is this?" Jason fired two more shots, one in the other's knee and one in the shoulder.But the figure just leaned back following the force of the bullet, twisted its stiff joints, and walked over like an alien, but the speed had become much slower.

Reed felt for the light switch.

When the lights in the hall came on, it took him two seconds to realize what the moving thing was, and he said with some surprise, "Is this a puppet?"

It was a doll in the shape of a ceramic doll, but it was very big, with the height of an adult. Its face was the round face of a common doll, with the luster of porcelain, and it had a golden curly wig. The body is wrapped in a piece of black cloth, and a bullet is stuck in the round connecting ball on the knee and shoulder, and ceramic slag is falling all the way. As the walking posture is shaking from side to side, like a female ghost with a broken neck, the eyes are still moving. With the shaking of the head, the two transparent glass blue false eyes will blink, as if Staring at something invisible, extremely weird.

And in the center of the doll's forehead, there is a white gemstone inlaid with light light.

Jason fired again. His marksmanship should be the most accurate that Reid has ever seen. The bullet hit the white gemstone that was shaking left and right. With a slight crisp sound, the bullet shot directly from the center of the gemstone. passed through.

This time the puppet finally stopped, only two or three meters away from the two people at the door. It fell to the ground, crackling and cracking all the porcelain, and even a few severed fingers flew towards Reed. .The doll's jaw moved, making a clicking sound, and its eyes were still blinking.A shrill cry came out of its mouth, like some kind of warning.

Immediately afterwards, the delicate doll's head also cracked little by little, turning into a pile of porcelain fragments.

A blue eyeball rolled out of it, hitting Jason's shoe before stopping.The young man lowered his head, the front of his eyeballs were just looking directly at him, and the pupils seemed to penetrate him.

Jason blinked slowly, remembering something from his childhood.

He once briefly owned a kitten, with white fur and blue eyes, the same color as this one.

The little white cat is too well-behaved and timid. It can’t always compete with other wild cats. It is starving all day long. Hungry, because Jason can't often find food either.

Then one day, the white cat died, and the night rain in Gotham was icy cold. After searching for a long time, he found the little white cat under the paper board on another street corner. Its eyes were still blue, calmly watching the dark city the only warmth in it.

The day after digging the cat and burying it, Jason saw a handsome Batmobile in the alley.

"Let me check again to see if there is any tampering in the house." Reed squatted down and picked up a small piece of white gemstone. The crystals become dust.

Jason stood in the yard outside the house. He touched his pocket and accidentally found a pack of cigarettes that he had put in at some point.

The lighter clicked lightly, and Reed glanced out of the house, and saw the pine basket hanging high, he was shrouded in the shadow of the branches, only the light of a small cluster of dancing flames shone on his face, A few tough outlines were drawn, and soon the flame was extinguished, leaving a little flickering spark.

He seemed in desperate need of a hug.

Reed thought.He looks so lonely.

There were no strange traces in the room, and the small magic circles upstairs had not been tampered with.He threw no less than ten detection arrays inside, but he was still worried.

Reed came out and said to Jason worriedly, "Why don't we go live in a hotel outside?"

Jason just finished smoking a cigarette, and casually pressed the cigarette end on the tree trunk, "Did they put something in it?"

"I didn't find anything," Reed shook his head and said, "I'm just a little worried."

"It's okay, I believe you," Jason patted him on the shoulder, with a faint smell of tobacco, he seemed to have thought of something, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and said maliciously, "We can sleep Together."

But Reed's enchantment, which was so focused on him, was actually tampered with. He felt that his dignity was humiliated, and he didn't even hear the meaning behind his words. After thinking about it, he felt that this was not bad. It's better to be around him than not to see it The place is much safer, he nodded, "That's fine."

Jason clenched his fists in his heart.

An hour later, it was twelve o'clock, and the wall clock made a ticking sound on time.

That's it?

Jason was lying on his back on the bed, the ceiling was dim, only a small warm light cast from the side.

He cleared his voice, "Are you still asleep?"

"You go to bed first, I'll find something," Reed buried his head in the book without looking back, and carefully turned the next page of the book, "Did I disturb you?"

"No, you continue." He took a deep breath.

I might as well go out and wear the mask.

Jason pulled the blanket up to his chin expressionlessly.

There was still a bit of sandalwood fragrance in the quilt that had been exposed to the sun. He closed his eyes, fell into the darkness, and said in a faint voice, "Good night, bed."

He slept very lightly, as if reality and dreams were intertwined, and the dreams were also full of fragmentary and clueless conversations.

What he didn't tell Reed was that ever since he saw that puppet, the pair of glass eyeballs, his wound began to ache, and a strange swelling pain spread from his arm, as if something was moving slowly in his body .

After an unknown amount of time, he felt that the bed next to him had sunk, and a warm body was getting closer.

Reed was dazed by the gaudy foreign language, and when he walked to the bed like a sleepwalker, he realized that he didn't take another quilt.

He resolutely chose the former between the call of the bed and moving his legs to move the new quilt.The ghost knows how many magic circles he created in this house in the past few hours. If Weber found out, he would definitely laugh at it as a vampire's lair.

Because he had no sense of security when he was a child, he always set up many traps in his room, and he still kept this habit until he was a student, so he accidentally injured many people.He considers himself an expert in defensive spells, but this time the magic circle was tampered with and almost touched the bottom line. He held his breath at night and exhausted all his magic power before giving up.

Reed turned his head sideways, half of his face was sunken in the soft pillow, his eyes were half-closed, and he was about to fall asleep.

"Give me some quilt." He moved closer to Jason, reached out and pulled the quilt, but didn't pull it.

Jason frowned, he didn't sleep very well, his eyes trembled when he heard his voice, but he didn't wake up.

Reed stretched out a finger to lightly press the furrowed area between his brows, trying to smooth it out, while complaining sleepily, "It's so cold, give me some..."

The ending sound was drawn long and softly, as if he was about to fall asleep.

The temperature in autumn in the United States drops very quickly, and it is about to compete with the slump of A-shares. Besides, it will be the rainy season soon, and the sky in Gotham has been gloomy by more than one degree recently, and occasionally in the middle of the night I will hear Lei Sheng, unlike London, has a small temperature difference throughout the year, and he hasn't had a lot of colds for so many years.

Reed moved a little closer, the vampire's cool body was very sensitive to temperature.He managed to smooth out Jason's frown, and went on to pull the quilt.

Jason seemed to smell a familiar smell, relaxed a little, raised one eyelid to look at him, and opened a gap in the quilt.

Reed followed his instinct and got into bed with the coolness of the night.

The warm quilt made Reed feel almost asleep, and his eyelids closed uncontrollably.

On the contrary, Jason's eyelids trembled from the cold. He turned around and whispered, "You're so cold."

His gaze swept over the black and blue under the other's eyes, and after a while, until the breathing of the other person became steady, he stretched out his hand cautiously, brushed his fingertips on the skin on the neck that was not blocked by the clothes, and retracted his hand The person was wrapped in his arms.

Reed seemed to feel the heat source, without any repulsion, and was surrounded softly.

The time displayed on the bedside clock was three twenty in the morning. Jason sighed, pursed his dry lips, and gently kissed the vampire's tired eyes.

"Good night, Reed."