A retired magician raises a bucket daily

Reed looked up at the second floor. When he came down, he left a small light in Jason's room. It looked only dim and warm, and there was no movement. It seemed that he hadn't been woken up.

The three of them were tied up one by one by Reed and brought back home, placed in the living room, and painted with confinement. Although he said that he wanted to be a good and law-abiding young man, but they are crooked magicians who still have to serve the people as soon as possible. Eliminate harm.

Reid made a quick move, and the dagger directly disconnected the magic circuit on them, ensuring that they should never be able to use magic again in this life.

The dagger was called the Demon-Breaking Blade, a relic of his mother's, and it had been with him ever since he went to the Clock Tower.It is said that the Demon-Breaking Blade can cut off the relationship between all magic, such as the magic circle that traps Cerelia in the enchantment, or the magic power circuit that these unlucky ones have been abolished.This dagger didn't just cut off the connection on the physical level, but directly endowed the concept of 'magic is invalid'.

But it's not good for them to be covered in blood like this, they look a bit disgusting, and Reed kindly treated them for some serious injuries, lest they survive tonight and die because of the serious injuries.

Very good, now it is completely impossible to see that he has been beaten violently.

The magician clapped his hands in satisfaction, and went back to his room to get ready to rest. He would not torture him until he was full of sleep tomorrow.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Reed was disturbed by the ding-ding-dong-dong noise in the hall. He walked out of the bedroom with a sullen face, stood by the handrail on the second floor, and looked at the three men struggling on the floor upstairs with a hostile expression.

I placed them on the carpet in front of the sofa last night, and now they have squirmed to the edge of the living room, but the bottles and cans on the coffee table have been knocked down a lot, which is enough to show that the "three-in-one" way of action is really a bit difficult.

Perhaps it was because his gaze was too strong, those people shivered and froze on the floor, not daring to move.

Then they heard a light voice from above, "You're so lively, is it ADHD?"

"..." The three people whose mouths were gagged with rags felt humiliated but could not swear.

Seeing that they were not making a fuss, Reed ignored them, but walked to the next door to see Jason.The young man was still lying quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, but all his physical signs were normal. If he predicted well, he would wake up in the afternoon.

Reed helped Jason turn on his cell phone, which had a precarious battery. The screen of the cell phone lit up, displaying a screen full of missed calls and short messages. Then a new call popped up.

Reed looked hesitantly at the call with the note titled 'Devil Babe'. This poor description made him hesitate for a while whether to answer the call.

But soon the phone hung up on its own, followed by several new text messages popping up.

Devil Boy:

- you won't answer my phone?

- Explain to me what happened yesterday in five seconds.

- come out and fight me.

- Todd, you're dead!

"..." seems worthy of the name.

Reed turned off the phone, turned the screen upside down on the table, and walked out as if he hadn't seen anything.

In front of the three bundled hostages, he fried toast slices and squeezed fruit juice—several servings—and ate all the food in a leisurely manner under their hungry and expectant eyes.

He had accepted the most orthodox British etiquette in the clock tower, and now he deliberately tortured them, trying to do every step to the extreme.The whole process is impeccably elegant and very, very slow.

The gurgling sounds of several men in black robes could resound throughout the living room.

To avenge the hatred of being woken up in the morning, Reed walked in front of them and pulled out the rag that blocked their mouths. He even suspected that if it was later, the cloth might not be able to stop their saliva.

"Let's talk." Sitting on the sofa, Reed smiled slightly at the few people on the ground. His face was very young, and his age could not be distinguished with such a smile, only a deceptive good-looking.

But as soon as he thought of his ruthlessness when he attacked last night, the man in black began to tremble in his heart.

"That curse is not something you can get," Judging from the brief confrontation before, these people don't have that much ability, combined with the six enchantments mentioned by Constantine, there must be something behind them Others, "Who gave it?"

The men in black robes did not speak, and now without the black hood covering their faces, their appearances were completely exposed to Reed's eyes. It can be seen that their skins all showed an abnormal bluish-white color, spreading from the neck to the side of the face. black texture.

That is degeneration, which means that ordinary humans and demons are too close, and they are stained with some traces of hell, and their souls are branded by demons.

Reed raised one eyebrow, folded his arms and leaned back, "The curse has been resolved, I have enough time now, you only have two choices right now, first, tell me the whole thing, and let you guys understand it when it is clear." Go, second, I will spend time with you, and see if you starve to death first or if I get bored and kill you first."

There was a coldness in his eyes that didn't match his appearance.

"I, I said..." One of them glanced up at Reed quickly, then lowered his head immediately, and whispered, "Yes, it's the demon, they summoned the demon, but they didn't expect it Uncontrollable, in turn want to occupy our body, so, so we reached a p... agreement."

"them?"

The man swallowed hard, "We were all... driven out of the Wandering Sea."

Reed shrank his fingers and curled up.Wandering Sea is also an organization that studies magic, but their research direction is more inclined to the transformation of the human body (□□) and the magic of the age of gods.There has been a cold war between the clock tower and the Wandering Sea for many years, and the two sides have no contact with each other. Although they are barely hostile, the world of magic has been peaceful for a long time, and those disputes in the past are now just a casual affair. talking material.

But for Reid, Wandering Sea and him still have a little connection.

There used to be a magician named Fiablo Lovien who practiced in Wandering Sea, but he fled after a few years.It is said that he turned his penis into a sea of ​​chaos in order to gain immortality, and then became a vampire.His name, in the form of "Nero Chaos", is engraved on the list of the ancestors of vampires in the "27 ancestors of the dead".And Reed's mother was bitten by him when he was in a state of confusion, and became an incomplete vampire-this also made it very difficult for Reed to survive when he was born. The blood pulse suddenly fell on the brink of death.

Even though he later heard that someone had killed Fiablo Lovien, every time he mentioned the Wandering Sea, he would think of these heretical magicians.

The man in black didn't notice Reed's distraction for a moment, but continued on his own, "That demon said that it was fed up with Lucifer's rule, and looked down on Lucifer's consciously dividing the boundary between humans and hell. Clearly, because, because obviously... for them, swallowing, swallowing the soul can make them stronger, so why not... occupy the world..."

"All the elements of Gotham are very suitable to be... the gate of hell," the man trembled, as if he suddenly realized what the devil wanted to do, and what kind of insane content was contained in these words, " Many people die here every day, and most of them die with resentment, using the resentment gathered in Gotham as a cover, they can directly reverse Gotham and let the underground world come up..."

Ha, civil unrest in hell.No wonder, Reed thought, when he first arrived in Gotham, it was so weirdly clean.

"Why Jason?" Reed asked, "So many people die here every day, why choose Jason?"

He didn't know what Jason actually experienced, whether he died at the hand of the clown a few years ago, or survived in the end - but only the dead would have such things as 'resentment seeds', and he was How... to return to the human world?

"It was given to us by that demon, it said, it said Gotham... There are so many dead people in Gotham every day, but he is the only one who comes back from the dead, he is the best candidate...to Let's find him and put the curse on him..."

come back to life?

This completely touched Reid's cognitive blind spot.Among the people he knew, only Constantine had experienced resurrection from the dead, and he was the kind who played back and forth on the verge of death. Given his dirty relationship with Lucifer, he couldn't be used as a reference at all.The only ones left are those heroes who exist in the Hall of Valor with the concept of "heroic spirits".

"Did it say anything else?" Reed asked. He had been trying to understand why Jason's blood was so attractive to him. For example, if he was a cat, then Jason was a humanoid. catnip.

The man in black shook his head, looked up at him cautiously, "I'm done talking...can you let me go?"

"It's not in a hurry," Reed temporarily put the question aside, "I still have something to ask you."

"We've said everything we can say!"

"I want to hear what I can't say." Reed smiled, "Has the clown anything to do with you?"

The few of them seemed to be frightened by the name, and suddenly their breathing became much quieter.

"What? You even talked about the devil, and you're not afraid that the mark it left on your soul will directly burn you to ashes. It's only the clown who starts to be afraid?"

"We... don't know about the clown," said the leader. He was the one who was beaten the hardest yesterday. Although Reed helped them heal the wound, the redness and swelling on his face still persisted, so he Even one of his front teeth was knocked out, and his speech was a bit slurred.

"The clown's matter is someone else's responsibility. We don't know where they are, and they have been contacting them all the time."

"By what connection?" Reed asked.

"The communicator they gave... is in my pocket."

Reed took out a black communicator from his rag-like black robe, which looked like an old mobile phone in the past. There was only a narrow display screen on it, and there were few buttons below it.

"Can we go now?" he asked weakly.

Reed drew three glasses from the cupboard, poured them water, and untied the ropes that bound them.

"Drink some water, I'll faint later."

These people hadn't eaten for nearly a day, their stomachs were hungry, their mouths were dry, their hands were trembling when they took the cup, and they drank the water without even thinking about why Reed was so kind. .

Reed watched the eyes of the three people gradually become numb, and snapped his fingers in front of them. As soon as the clear voice ended, they seemed to wake up suddenly, looked around blankly, and asked in a daze, "What is this?" Where? Who are you? Why am I here?"

Then several people looked at each other again, always feeling that the people in front of them seemed familiar, "Who are you?"

"Have you forgotten? I met a few robbers near here yesterday, and you were injured a little. Because this place is remote and far from the hospital, I let you stay at my house for one night," Reed nonsense He gave a reason, "Now it's dawn, you should go."

They were still in a fuzzy state of mind, they believed what Reed said, stood up from the floor consciously, thanked them and walked out of Reed's house one by one.

In the world of the novel "Harry Potter", there is a magic spell called "Forgetting Nothing". In the movie "Men in Black", there is a prop called amnesia stick. Most of the time, they are used to erase the memory over a period of time.So the Magic Association has also invented similar potions. After all, magic research is secretive, and they reject all inquiries from ordinary people and interference from the outside world.This potion is combined with magic hints to achieve the effect of forgetting certain things.

Reid just made them forget about the Magic.Because he has been in that world for a long time, he knows very well that many magicians are very indifferent to the moral concepts of ordinary society. It would be too dangerous if these heretical magicians were allowed to mix among ordinary people. Have no idea what they're going to do.

As for what will happen after they lose their memory about magic and lose their foothold in the magic world, that's out of Reed's control.

The three of them were wearing tattered black robes and stood blankly at the intersection of the deserted street. They couldn't help thinking of the classic three questions of the famous philosopher Plato: Who am I, where did I come from, and where am I going?