A retired magician raises a bucket daily

He got a call from Draper.

The young man's voice sounded sleepy as always, but what he said lifted Reed's spirits, "They sent a message, it was encrypted, and I cracked it, probably asking how things are going?"

What else can I do, I have been brainwashed to start a new life.

But it seemed like they really had no other means of communication, Reid said, "just tell them everything is going well, don't startle the snake, don't let them see the clues."

The young man responded, the voice was so low that Reed even wondered if he was going to fall asleep, and the only sound of them breathing lightly during the phone call.

"I found out where they are," Tim said after a while, "and sent it to you."

Reed cut out the page and looked at the address.

He probably remembered that the area was an old factory area. There was always a thick fog of industrial waste floating over Gotham more than ten years ago. Later, the government ordered the rectification, so the chemical factories in that area were all abandoned and became a small town. A gathering place for homeless people.

"Remember to tell me if you have any follow-up," Reed changed his clothes and put on a set of casual clothes suitable for traveling, and asked a little worriedly, "How long have you not slept?"

There was a slight swallowing sound from the phone, and the crisp sound of the porcelain cup hitting the table, the young man said calmly, "...don't worry, I have slept for an hour today, completely Hold it."

No... your coffee tells me you can't hold on anymore, Reed said worriedly, "less coffee, more sleep, there are ways to make money, hope the next time we meet, your dark circles It's not as strong anymore."

"Okay," Tim said briskly, "I'll do my makeup."

How can he have time to sleep?He had to deal with the Titans, the Wayne Group, Batman's support, and Damian's raid in one day. These and other things almost overwhelmed him, and he wanted to use a day as 48 hours.

Reed: "..." Although the kid is very talkative, he is really rebellious.

He planned to step on some spots at night to see if they had any left behind.

The car was parked in an old block a little way away from the chemical plant area. He put on a black mask and walked inside.

Along the way, Reid found a lot of magic circles for detection, and he avoided them carefully, noting down their positions one by one.The night was thick, and there was only the rustling sound of the leaves rubbing against each other. Gotham people might have a natural premonition of the danger coming.

A crow flitted overhead, its low and hoarse cry seemed to be some kind of early warning.

arrive.He stood at the corner of a building, poked his head out and looked at the large warehouse opposite.

Is it here?The location Draper sent him.

The outside is blocked by iron nets, so I can't see clearly.Reed raised his head and narrowed his eyes to look at the building next to him. He scratched the wall. It was very old, and the walls made of stone bricks were full of pits and holes. Reed tried it. go.The window on the second floor was originally broken. He rolled over and went in, his arms stretched out in a beautiful curve, but when his feet landed on the ground, he didn't make any sound.

A thick layer of dust had accumulated in the room, and he walked quietly to the front window, looking at the big warehouse through the dirty broken glass.

There was light inside, and people could be seen walking up and down the side of the warehouse, all wearing long black robes.

They don't think they are conspicuous.

The sound of wheels rolling over the rough asphalt came from a distance. Reed turned sideways and saw a gray van driving from there and parked in front of the warehouse.

The people inside stopped what they were doing at the same time, and the eyes hidden under the black hood all looked in the direction of the car at this moment.

There was an indescribably weird feeling in that scene, because they looked very pious, as if they were facing the gods they made offerings to.

Is that... a clown?

Reed stared in astonishment at the back of the man who came out. It was a pale man wearing a purple suit that did not match his figure. Until he walked to the front of the warehouse and finally stepped into the light from the darkness, his green hair The hair is particularly obvious-few people in Gotham would dare to dye this color.

He clenched his hands into fists and put them in front of his mouth and coughed a few times. He seemed to be in poor health, but when he turned his head, he couldn't see his expression. From a distance, he could only see bright paintings on his face. exaggerated smile.

The man in black bowed to him and put his hand on his heart.

What, the clown got himself a cult?

But after a while, Reed felt something was wrong again.

In order to hear what the people inside were saying clearly, he borrowed a little bit of the wind element. The long wind passed through the warehouse from the distant sky, and the whispers in it were rolled up and sent to Reed's ears.

That is to say, his five senses are more sensitive than ordinary people, and he can hear the sounds clearly.

"How are things going?" The clown's voice was tinged with a sick hoarseness, his body was indeed not healthy.

"Everything is ready, as long as you decide the time, we can..." the man in black said, his tone was very respectful.

"Ahem, then—huh?" He stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, and raised his hand to make a gesture.The wind blew through his hair, and he suddenly showed a weird smile, and put his hand in front of his lips, "Shh, there is one—"

He raised his head and looked over the warehouse. There used to be a ventilation fan, which had been in disrepair for a long time. The fan had fallen off and turned into an empty iron-framed window. He saw the glass windows of the opposite building.

He bent his eyes, but the pupils of his eyes were dark black, "—Little bug."

The sound stopped abruptly here, and Reed squatted down abruptly, ending the wind magic.

That's definitely not a clown.Reed thought.

Although he has never seen the clown with his own eyes, the other party is a yearly guest on news programs. Some news media on the Internet never shy away from his cruelty and violence, and always upload various videos about clowns to the Internet. Most of the time, it's the novelty that grabs people's attention.

The clown he saw was crazy, genius, and unpredictable. His eyes mocked human society, but it definitely wouldn't look like it is now, like looking at ants.

Because he knows that when human beings abandon humanity and reason, even gods can be played with.

demon......?

As soon as this idea popped up in his mind, he couldn't help shivering.

Yes, how could he not have imagined that since the demon has been summoned, it will definitely not go back. If it does not want to be discovered by priests and exorcists, it must find a body to depend on.

And the clown is the best candidate.

He was already a lunatic, and his insanity and insanity may even prevent him from being affected by the bad influence of being possessed by demons, because he is already crazy enough.

—or, more likely, both of them co-exist.

After all, he was a clown, how could he allow outsiders to manipulate him and attack Gotham?

Not even if it was a demon.

Reed walked away quietly with a cat body. He had already obtained what he wanted to know. It didn't matter whether he was discovered or not. He was still very confident in concealing himself. The devil knew that someone was watching them, but he didn't know who it was.What's more, the current situation is that the enemy is in the open and he is in the dark. The demons still don't know that the curse they planted on Jason has been lifted, and they don't know that the black-robed men they sent out have now become the bosses of Gotham. unemployed.

Now it is he who holds the bargaining chips.

Jason returned to the safe house closest to him.

"Good evening, Sofa."

He whispered, his body sank into the sofa, the laptop was charging beside him, and the light at the interface was flickering, he took it over, opened it and looked.

On the screen is a map of Gotham City, with a red light flashing on it and moving.

Reed is out?

Jason frowned, sat up a little, and called up the previous record.

He left a couple of trackers on Reed, a few on other clothes, this one in Reed's arm, a Nanolocator that came along from Tim, the night Reed got drunk He quietly injected it into Reed's arm. This kind of tracker will be metabolized by the human body after a few months, and it will not cause any problems.

He found the location where Reed stayed the longest at night. Using satellite maps, he could see that there was an abandoned factory there. The location where Reed stayed was a pharmaceutical factory that closed down ten years ago.

There was no monitoring function in the locator, and he didn't know what Reid was doing there, so he wrote down the location first and went to see other things.

Occasionally, a few dogs barked outside the window. He didn't turn on the lights in the room, only the computer screen cast a light blue light.Jason was biting a cigarette, the faint sparks danced, and soon faded away, white smoke rose, and he felt surrounded by nicotine.

Once again, the loneliness that followed him when he just crawled out of the grave reappeared.

Solitude is good.That's what would make him feel at ease.

Don't worry about being betrayed, don't worry about being abandoned.

Because he only believes in himself.

After typing a few times on the keyboard, Jason found a video.

The surveillance cameras in that block were knocked down by thugs a long time ago. This was secretly installed by Jason. In fact, Batman also has several cameras there. Everything in the Batcave is always open to the birds. , This is an unspoken secret among the few of them, but Jason doesn't bother to use his resources.

In the video, there is a back alley with some cars parked in a mess, but the focus is not on this, but on the only corner mirror in the shot.

Jason zoomed in on that location, and the notebook was stuck for a long time, showing the clearest appearance, the video continued to play, a gray van parked on the opposite side of the road, and then Jason saw a person opening the door and coming from the house over there Walked out and got into the car.

Although the figure only appeared in a few frames in the video very quickly, it was enough for Jason to recognize him.

--clown.

Got you.

The corners of his mouth were lifted up, with a eager smile in his handsome eyebrows, he began to analyze the direction of the car.

He didn't want to wait for the clown to come to him.He wants to fight back against the clown.

Don't you want me to be controlled by the curse?Don't you want to watch Gotham fall?Don't want to make Batman bend?

How could it be possible for you to get what you want.