A retired magician raises a bucket daily

Jason realized that he seemed to have been groggy for a long time, and it was already three or four in the morning when he woke up again.The sofa was not big, and his shoulders were sore. The wounds on his body had been treated, and his breathing became much easier, making him suspect that his ribs didn't seem to be broken. Jason felt the bandages wrapped around his body, and he slowed down. Breathing, hearing the long, soft breathing of another person in the quiet room.

Oh, it seems like a young man living alone.

He remembered that he was rescued by others, and then taken to someone's home to be bandaged.Jason blinked at the ceiling, trying to adjust himself to the darkness.He was stunned for a while, because he hadn't let himself rest for a long time, Jason even felt a little unreal.

After a while, he got up from the sofa and was about to leave here. After all, he didn't know whether the people who chased and killed him would come here, and he couldn't drag innocent people into his battle.Jason wanted to leave quietly, but before he left, he felt that he needed to leave something for this kind fool in Gotham. He searched all his pockets, and only found a blueberry scent that he didn't know how long. Candy, Jason thought about it, put the candy on the table solemnly, and then left quietly.

If memory serves, he has a safe house near here.Jason touched the tight bandage on his shoulder and back, pursed his lips and looked at the surrounding environment in the dim moonlight. He was injured and ran here to get to the safe house.

Five minutes later, Jason stood in front of the house he just ran out of not long ago, lost in thought.

Is this fucking magic?

Why did a house appear out of nowhere above his safe house?

He was sure and sure that there was no such house here before today.He ran all the way here to avoid being chased by his enemies. It is rumored that this is a haunted place, but Jason has gone in and out so many times and he has never encountered it. Instead, he stumbled across an unused basement, because There were no residents in that area, and there was no house, so Jason temporarily tidied up the basement and requisitioned it as his safe house in this block—this is the habit of almost every rebellious Robin.

But how did this house appear here?Or is it that he was finally brain-destroyed by that damn spring water, and he was prematurely demented.

"It's quite cold at night, and your coat is still soaking in the pool." Reed yawned, and leaned against the door and said to Jason who was standing in front of him.

Jason took a few steps back, but he didn't hear the man's footsteps at all.Jason looked over stiffly, thinking he couldn't be, he finally overturned his car and hit a ghost on this street?

"Who are you?" Jason quickly calmed down. After all, who hasn't killed a few ghosts these days, even he himself can be regarded as half a ghost.

"Are you asking my name? Oh, my name is Reed, Reed Christian." Reed hugged his arms, the early autumn night was particularly bleak, the wind was blowing the branches and rustling, he looked at Jie with a very cautious expression Sen, said to him, "Come into the house, if I want to harm you, I can do it as early as you are unconscious."

Reed said, shaking the things in his hand, and said with a smile, "By the way, thank you for the candy."

Jason was brought into the house again by this overly handsome man. Reed went to make two cups of hot water and sat down on the sofa.

"I haven't asked your name yet, what's your name?" Reed put the teacup in front of Jason.

"Jason Todd." He pursed his lips, picked up the cup, didn't drink, but put it in the palm of his hand, feeling the temperature through the porcelain.

"Okay, Jason." Reed said the name several times in his mouth. He had been in England for a long time, and he would inevitably pick up some British accents.

"You should also be able to see that your left hand—" Reid pointed to the arm that he wrapped with bandages, "—is smoking."

Jason used to act in the dark, even after strong training, but the human night vision ability does not mean that breaking through the limit can be broken through, so he used to think that the left hand was inconvenient because of the serious injury, but now he is under the light. But it can be clearly seen that even though it is wrapped in bandages, there is a steady stream of black smoke coming out from under it.

"what is this?"

"Curse." Reid frowned. "In modern society, almost no one would use this."

Jason thought of those few people who suddenly appeared in Gotham wearing robes and shooting like Voldemort's men.He twitched the corner of his mouth, "I'm going to die?"

Reed shook his head, "Not yet. I can save you. Although it is troublesome, there is a high probability that I can prepare the antidote."

Okay, after Voldemort he met the Potionist?Jason leaned back, raised his eyebrows and looked at the person in front of him: "Then why should I believe you?"

Reed sighed, "Because I'm a magician."

Jason:?

"You mean you can magically make this thing disappear?"

"It's not that kind of magic, you can treat it as magic," Reed explained embarrassingly, "The person who cursed you should also be a magician."

"...a couple of magicians I know should be able to help me too."

"No, we have different origins and different systems. They can't solve this." Of course Reid knew that there were other magic systems in the world besides the clock tower, but they were fundamentally different.

Reed rolled up the sleeve of his pajamas, revealing his white left arm, "Look, this is the source of the magician's magic power." The words fell, and the complicated magic circuits on his arm were glowing faintly.

"Our magic power comes from our own vitality, while other magicians... their abilities come from their soul and belief." Reed slowly put down his sleeves and explained, "All magic is beyond common sense. Existence is commonly known as magic, and magic is the magic that can be constructed by human beings, and non-sensical phenomena can be reproduced through modern technology, and those that cannot be reproduced are miracles.”

"Are all you magicians like you?" Jason showed a 'barely persuaded' expression, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, his eyes were still cold, full of vigilance and inquiry , he asked rhetorically, "Just bring a stranger covered in blood home for treatment."

"Unfortunately, most of the magicians I know are... selfish guys, including me." Reed chuckled, "I just don't want you to die in my house because of blood loss On the other hand, tomorrow I will be listed as the number one suspect by the police."

"We probably haven't seen each other before," Jason narrowed his eyes dangerously, his eyes fell on the candy on the table, and then shifted to Reed's face, his voice was low, "Do you want to learn from me?" What did you get, Mister Magician?"

"Your..." Reed suddenly stopped, "I want yours, cough, a little blood..."

Jason found himself actually seeing a little embarrassment on his face.

"May I ask, what is it used for?" A little bit of Superman's genes can make several Superman clones for the bald man in Metropolis. Although, no one should want his genes, but he doesn't want to one day. Saw an idiot who looked exactly like him on the streets of Gotham.

"Hmm... food?" Reed straightened his wording and explained.

Jason:? ? ?

Not quite right, did he meet a bloodthirsty killer or some special hobby?

Fortunately, people have a very high tolerance for beautiful things. Jason feels that his current attitude is the most cordial moment in his life. If the person in front was not his savior, he would have passed it across the board. Sen asked patiently, "Expand and talk."

"Because I... I'm hungry..." Reed avoided Jason's sight and whispered, just at this moment his stomach let out a very timely growl, the young man was beautiful His face immediately burned, he had never expressed his needs like this in front of strangers, and it took a lot of courage just to say it.

"I need an explanation," Jason said coldly with a frozen handsome face, "If you don't explain clearly, I'll call the police."

Reed showed a more confused expression than Jason's at the right time: you just got into a fight with someone, and you have gunshot wounds and curses on your body, and you have the nerve to call the police?