A retired magician raises a bucket daily

Reed found a piece of black cloth at home, which was very large and long, and could wrap him several times.

It had been two days since the Joker's cult (as Reid decided to call it for now) had sent him a message, with only one order to keep an eye on the 'cursed body'.

Until today, Draper told him that the latest news has come, they said that they will take Jason to their base at eleven o'clock in the evening, and the ceremony will begin.

Since Jason left, there seems to be no news. In the underground world of Gotham, the Red Hood suddenly disappeared. I heard that the Black Mask even annexed the Iceberg Club.

There must be a lot of people looking for him now, and hiding yourself is indeed the best way at present.

The only thing Reed is worried about now is that Jason will not investigate these things, right?If Jason showed up while he was going to deal with the Joker, there would be chaos on the scene.

Robin, who has studied under Batman for so many years, said that he couldn't find anything, and De must not believe it.

But why did the two of us live together for so long without leaving any contact information?

"Do you know how to make a cape?" Reid asked into his phone.

Another man on the phone screen rolled his eyes, "After I teach you how to use video chat, I want to teach you how to make clothes?"

The long-haired man criticized: "It's okay for you to use me as a Google search engine, but now it's getting worse. I'm very disappointed in you, Reed, a guy like you can actually become a magician!"

"I didn't accept that position, besides, being a magician and I don't know how to make a cloak don't conflict, right?"

"Do I look like it?" El-Melloi II retorted.

"After all, Weber seems very reliable." said the not-so-reliable vampire.

"Well... if you sew the cloak, I will..." A small voice came from the side.

Weber looked at the apprentice who was sitting a little awkwardly on the sofa, and sighed, "Then I'll leave this guy to you." He threw the phone into Gray's arms, and buried himself in the heavy documents again.

Then I heard a vague voice from my friend with a five-hour time difference from the phone, "Please, Grey! It was a great help, ah, you look prettier again."

Much happier than staying in the clock tower, Weber thought, this guy is doing well abroad.

After Grey's crash course in handcrafting, Reed managed to cut a full black cloth into a tattered mess.

He stood in front of the mirror and put on the black robe.

It's not bad, it looks like it, and no one will recognize it when the big hood is on.

Reed cleared his throat and imitated their voices, the deep, hoarse voices of throat cancer patients speaking.

"I'm Batman."

After he finished speaking, he looked around with a guilty conscience, and then realized that this was in his own home and no one would hear him, so he put down his mind and continued to study until he had read all the classic quotes from the Justice League.

No wonder these superheroes have their faces covered!

Only with your face covered can you have the courage to say those shameful words.

Reed glanced at the time, it was ten o'clock in the evening, and he was about to go out.

The car stopped in front of a certain fast food restaurant, and a young man with drooping black hair was lazily leaning against the wall with a big bag on his back.

"Are you sure you want to come with me?" Reed asked him.

Although Draper's eyes looked sleepy, the dark circles under his eyes were completely covered by his concealer, and he didn't look so listless.

"Just providing technical support," Tim corrected him, got into the back seat of his car, pulled out his computer from his bag, and said calmly, "As a Gothamite, I have an obligation to keep myself safe— Given that they seem to be planning something not so good."

"It's going to be dangerous," Reed said.

Tim glanced at him in the rearview mirror and said noncommittally, "I trust you."

Reed smiled, "Should I be honored?"

The car stopped where he had parked last time. Before leaving, Draper gave him a small earphone, "This is an instant communicator, which is convenient for us to communicate."

Reed took it and put it on his ear, "Will you not be found?"

Tim raised his hand to help him put the hood on, and quietly glued a miniature camera on it, saying, "No, don't worry."

This is the communicator that passed Zatanna's monitoring.

Reed pulled out a puppet-like thing that was taller than him from the trunk.

"What's this?" Tim asked, and he could tell it wasn't real, but it was human-like, and he was curious, especially since the doll was dressed so much like someone he knew.

"Props." Reed carried the puppet on his shoulders and walked towards the warehouse without explaining more.

The puppet magic is his own research, and the research is half-baked. In two days, he can drive out a puppet similar to Jason. All things were cut out and simplified, and the matter was only covered with a coat, but no details were added.

But don't look at such a shoddy doll, compared to the patchwork porcelain doll that appeared in his home not long ago, this doll is already very powerful - after all, this is the crown puppet master Ao Qicheng's own mouth Guided.

The magic power was injected into it, and the forged human meridian in the special material lit up for a moment, and the doll seemed to have life force suddenly, and there was a little breathing sound and the beating of the chest cavity.

He can only rely on this to confuse the real with the fake.

Fortunately, he knows how to deal with demons. No matter what the clown is, he is only a human being. Naturally, someone will defeat him, but demons belong to the category of inhumans, and cannot be dealt with by ordinary people. Constantine happened to be sent out Can't come back, and Reed doesn't know a few priests, so the heavy responsibility of driving this thing back to hell falls on his shoulders for the time being.

But is Constantine really reliable?

He said to call him directly after he got the demon out of the clown and he'd fix it.

But isn't it a little contemptuous of the devil to still make a phone call at such a critical moment?

While thinking about this, Reed imitated the walking posture of the man in black in his memory, avoided the magic circle along the way, and arrived at the destination.

The people patrolling by the iron fence let him in after seeing him, and just asked where the other two were.

Reid replied with a suppressed voice, "I was injured when I suppressed him, and it's inconvenient to move around."

The patrolling black-robed man's tone was full of regret, "It's so miserable for them that they couldn't see such an important moment."

Reed felt chills for a while, but tried not to show it, and walked into the warehouse with the doll on his shoulders.

The camera that Tim installed was connected to the computer, and he was just leaning on the back of the back seat of the car. As Reed walked into the warehouse, the picture became clear due to the light, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Why is the clown here?

Since the clown disappeared from Arkham, they have been persistently looking for the clown, but every time they have a little clue, the clues will always be disconnected inexplicably after following that investigation, as if there is an invisible force that prevents them from They continue to explore.

The clown and the magician got together, no wonder.

Tim hesitated for a moment, but still sent the location to Batman, reminding him that there are many magicians there, so be careful, and also compiled a copy of the route Reed walked in, and speculated on some very interesting things. Possibly the location of traps.

Batman's reply was quick, and Tim remembered that the neighborhood they were patrolling tonight didn't seem to be very far from here.

His hand was on top of the bag he had brought out, and he did bring out the Red Robin uniform just in case, but he hadn't intended to use it in the first place.

Reed saw the clown sitting on a big chair. He propped his head on his side and his hands. He didn't look very happy. The wrinkles on his painted face were like cracks, making him look particularly gloomy.

"The curse has already occurred?" The clown or the devil asked, his tone was very strange, suppressing impatience and madness, his eyes fixed on the puppet in Reed's hand with eagerness.

Part of the black mist collected from the curse on Jason still exists in his enchantment at the beginning. Although it will dissipate soon after it is released from the enchantment, it is currently used to deceive Demons should still be enough.

"Yes." Reed just looked up at him, then immediately lowered his head and put the doll on the ground.He spent more than a day pinching the doll's face, so that the doll looks very real under the lighting of this terrible environment.

When he came in, he noticed that there were about two dozen people scattered on the left and right, and Draper's voice came from the earphones at the right time.

"There are two people on your upper left and two on your upper right."

"Well... not bad, the time is almost up, right?" said the devil, and several men in black robes pulled out a large wall clock from behind. There will be a slight rattling sound that echoes softly in the quiet warehouse.

But the face of the clock seemed to be reversed, and the Roman numerals on it were also reversed. Even the hands were moving backwards, like a countdown, sliding towards twelve o'clock little by little.

Five more minutes, Reed thought.Zero o'clock is when the ceremony begins, and he will pull the demon out of the clown's body before there. After zero o'clock until dawn, it is the time for the demons, and it will be even more difficult to do so.

The magic circuit lighted up quietly, and the magic power accumulated in the past few days was concentrated on his left hand, as long as he got closer to the clown, he could make a move.

The other has already pinched the mobile phone in the black robe, ready to connect to Constantine at any time.

At this moment, he heard Draper suddenly say in the headset: "Wait, someone is coming, and he is very fast."

Reed's eyelids twitched, and his intuition told him that something was wrong.

Then he heard Draper say in a rare panic, "God, what, da...someone's coming again!"

The roar of motorcycles came from a distance, accompanied by several gunshots, the dazzling headlights shone in from outside the warehouse, the wheels rolled up the dust on the ground, and Reed blinked in the dazzling headlights.

The man driving the motorcycle had long legs, and the red and black motorcycle was parked sideways in the middle of the warehouse.He held the gun in both hands, and the bullets hit the surrounding magicians with almost no deviation, half of them fell down in the blink of an eye.

"Ja..." Reed almost blurted out.

Jason really appeared here!

The man with the red hood points the gun at the clown.

"Ha! My little bird, should I say long time no see?" This is the clown talking, with a strange smile in his eyes, "This is really an accident, you know that the one lying on the ground is also a little bird~ "

He got up from the chair, grabbed a small knife casually, and twirled it between his hands, "So, which one is the real one?"

Just as Jason was about to speak, there was an obvious sneer on the upload, and the voice sounded a little childish, "TT, clown, you have nowhere to run!"

Jason: "Tsk."

Reed: "..."

Little Robin stopped on the iron support above the warehouse, and then a huge black figure appeared from above - it was Batman - and the clown showed more joy.

Draper in the headset made a sound that resembled a desperate expression covering his face.

Reed looked away in embarrassment, and found that the remaining magicians were all staring at him in unison, then raised his hand, and the magic circle in his hand was lit.

Hiss, it's over.

This is what happens without prior communication.

The partners of justice overturned together.

The author has something to say: Wait!

Zhakang should be reliable this time!

The gun used by the barrel is now paralyzed and knocked down, it will not kill people, and he has an agreement with Batman.