A retired magician raises a bucket daily

The only way to get rid of temptation is to give in to it.

This quote was said by the Irish writer Oscar Wilde.

He succumbed to the one he loved, went to prison, broke, died of illness three years after his release, and his stigma would not be cleared until a century later.

Reed didn't sleep well all night, and he only started to feel a little drowsy near dawn.

He was actually awake when Jason came back in the early morning, but he didn't know what to say to Jason, so he simply pretended to be asleep.

Think about it, at one or two in the morning, your roommate quietly goes back to his room, and then you—like a ghost, suddenly appeared at his door, raised your hand to greet him, and asked him 'Hey, friend, Feel good?What did you do today? 'Is this supposed to be a sign of some kind of mental illness?

So when he realized Jason was standing next to his bed, Reed still decided to follow through with his original idea, that he had to pretend to be asleep.

After all, the night is too ambiguous, the sensibility takes over the reason, and the emotions that cannot be vented on weekdays will inevitably be revealed in the middle of the night.

Then he knew that Jason was gone, heard what he said to himself, felt the touch of soft lips, and smelled a little bit of the familiar smell of tobacco.

The touch was too short, so that when the heart reacted and began to burst, Jason had already turned and left. Reed closed his eyes tightly, and the sound of the heart beating the eardrum was heard next to his ears, in a way that could not be ignored. Forcefully grabbed his thoughts.

It's over, he thought desperately.

Reed knew at an early age that he would not live long. He was born so hard that his mother even doubted whether he would give birth to a stillborn baby.A vampire lives on human blood. The two bloodlines in his body have been fighting against each other since he was born. I devour you, and you annihilate me.

He lived in Gotham at that time and lived in this house, but he rarely got out of bed. Most of the time he just lay on the bed and read a book, sometimes looking at the unchanging street scene outside the window, thinking whether everyone is also Like him, he endured undeniable pain and lived in agony.In the fairy tales his mother told him, the protagonist was always a healthy child.So he asked his mother, what kind of child is healthy?

The mother just hugged him and wept silently.

When he was 7 years old, a major event happened. His heart was declared to be unable to bear his own body and might stop beating at any time.After that, the mother became very flustered, and she began to spend all day in the study. Only in the middle of the night, when he was chased by a nightmare, did he find his mother sitting beside his bed, stroking his hair gently, Looking at him with tired but gentle eyes, then hummed a long lullaby again.

Then one day, my mother suddenly told him, let's go to England, my mother has found a way to make you survive.

England is foreign to him, but he is no stranger to magic.His mother was a genius, and so was he.

Some people may be born for certain things, such as Reid in magic.There are a total of 82 magic circuits in his body, and the gathered magic power flows through his body every day. He likes that feeling. Magic power allows him to see many things that he could not see before, and it can also teach him He has many things.

But his body didn't allow it, and the growing magical power almost burst his frail body.His mother and his friends put a gemstone named 'Philosophy's Stone' into his heart, and two-thirds of the magic circuits in his body were directly destroyed, and the excess magic power dissipated and turned into a recirculation of life force.

And among his remaining one-third magic circuits, only a few are complete, which means that every time he uses magic, the magic power will pass through those broken mimic nerves.It was very painful, but since he was born, there has never been a time when he was not in pain. He has long been used to it, but it is a pity that he stopped here, and that there is one less thing to play in his barren life.

Later, my mother's body couldn't hold on anymore. She was transformed by a vampire, but she refused to rely on blood for food. She became thinner and thinner. When she was trapped in the white sheet, she looked like a handful of dry bones.

Mother took his hand, looked at him with sunken eyes, soaked with wet tears, and said: You have to live, Richard, live.

The woman said softly, just like coaxing him to sleep when he was a child, the outside world is huge and beautiful, I hope you can go and see it.There are still many lovely people in this world, I hope you can meet them.You have to remember that your birth is full of blessings, I love you, and others will love you in the future.

He held his mother's hand, feeling the faint "alive" voice coming from the skin-to-skin contact, but what he thought in his heart was: I am in so much pain, mother.

Where can this body support me?

Reed did comply with his mother's request that he 'live', but he also calmly accepted his own death.

Because he has no nostalgia for the world, his last fetter to the world rests on that exhausted arm.

It should be so.

He would, he would have given up.

But why, now give him another reason to stay?

I should do something.

Instead of standing in front of the table all the time.

It has been half an hour since Reed sent the ending of his novel to Amy with his brain dazed.

During the period, Amy made five consecutive phone calls to express her sincere love for the book. She said that the book would be a hit, and it would definitely double the previous highest sales volume.

Reed came back to his senses in the woman's excited voice, and finally regained a little calmness and self-control in the past. After comforting her a few words, he hung up the phone.

Jason cleaned up the room so much that he couldn't find something to do for himself now.

Only a pile of cardboard boxes was neatly placed under the stairs.

He stared there for a while, then suddenly remembered that he hadn't tidied the basement yet.

Because he was busy studying Jason's curse, he put all these things back.

Reed hugged the upper cardboard boxes, and moved the bottom ones with his feet. There happened to be a door blocked on the back wall. Reed stroked the dust, and carefully opened the old door.

But it was unexpectedly clean, there was no dull air rushing towards his face when it was opened, and there was not even too much dust accumulated on the downward staircase. He groped a bit and found the switch of the light at the stairway.

The light wasn't broken either, it was even brighter than he remembered.

Nothing should have shocked me more than this.

Reed thought his mother probably spent all her magic on maintaining the appliances.

30 seconds later.

"..." Reed looked at the simple wooden bed in the basement in astonishment.

And the basement that obviously had a breath of life.

Someone took over my basement?

Not so much, right?

Gotham house prices so high?

But the basement was cleaned up, and Reid checked it, and there was no strange magic left.

So he moved in some sundries that he didn't know where to put, but he didn't even think about removing the bed.

Just as he was about to leave, a familiar object floated in his peripheral vision.

Reed turned his head and found a broken black belt by the cabinet in the corner, which looked very familiar, and he picked it up suspiciously.

...butt straps.The one strapped to the leg.

Jason used it.

An incredible idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Then let's see which guy it is... who lives here without paying rent."

He drew a simple tracking magic, which can reproduce the movement trajectories of people who appeared in this room recently except him.

Reed watched the dots of light rising from the bottom little by little, forming a general shape.

...This figure is also quite familiar.

Because it was made of dots of light, he couldn't tell what it looked like, he could only watch his movements.

The tall man was walking around the room, as if he was sorting out something. Reid watched him put away the things in the cabinet, which might be some food, and then walked to the table. That action should be appropriate Go to the computer, then unplug the network cable - he didn't realize that someone had set up a network cable for this just now - and tidy up other things on the desktop.

Next came the bookcase. It didn't look like there were a few books, and he quickly packed them up.

At last Reed saw him standing by the wall, taking something from the wall bit by bit.

What is he holding?

The luminous body didn't go outside with those things, but walked to the side of a cabinet. He squatted down, pressed on the side of the cabinet, and then put the things in his hand into it.

In the end, as if admiring the fruits of his labor, he stood at the gate with his hands on his hips, stayed there for more than ten seconds, and then disappeared.

"..." Let me see, what exactly are you hiding here.

Following his example, Reed walked to the cabinet and reached out to touch the side of the cabinet. It was strange that there was an abrupt depression there, and he pressed it inside.

The part of the cabinet that was supposed to be solid slowly opened a hole.

This is too high-tech.

This should not be something a tramp can afford.

Reed took out the contents in surprise.

That's a weapon.

From submachine guns and assault rifles to pistols and bombs, it's a small arsenal.

God, if the government comes to search, I should be able to go straight to jail.

He lowered his head and stroked the butt of the gun, where he had scratched a few marks with a knife, which was a bit rough to the touch. Reid looked closer and felt that it looked like a 'J' no matter how you looked at it.

He paused and blinked.

He had also seen this mark on Jason's two guns.

"..."

Yes, Jason Todd, as expected of you.

Little liar.