A retired magician raises a bucket daily

Reed noticed that Jason, who was supporting him, shivered. He recalled Jason's bad mood all day today, his heart sank, and he asked, "Why do you say that?"

Abigail pinched her skirt nervously. She felt that Reed gave her a very familiar feeling. She could vaguely see the shadow of another person from Reed. It was a kind of trust from the bottom of her heart. Although they The two seem completely different, yet some traits unexpectedly overlap in some way.

There are countless Abigails in countless universes, but there is only one [Yog], thousands of Abigails share emotions through an evil god, and she can more or less perceive that in other worlds In my own experience, I am also happy to meet the master named 'Fujimaru Tachika'.

Abigail's gaze fell on Jason's eyes, which were extremely transparent, like an omniscient and omnipotent god, as if he wanted to see through him.Jason felt the fear coming from nowhere pinching him tightly.

"Your soul is intimidated." Abigail said softly, pointing to Jason's chest, "Here, it absorbs your spirit and strength, and also gives you new spirit and strength." strength."

Abigail raised her head and asked him, the usnea branches behind her swayed, and the wind blew her fluttering skirt: "Are you longing for death?"

Jason seemed to be pinned in place by that slender white finger, because he did have such an idea today. For some reason, he was not happy because Batman from another world killed the clown for him, but the more Getting more and more anxious, that kind of anxiety is like a knife scratching the heart with the side of the knife.So now he desperately wants to find the clown and kill him with his own hands.

Even if it would intensify the conflict between Bruce and him, the precarious connection the two of them had cultivated during this period would be severed by himself.

But yes, Jason has been thinking about this all day today.

He loved Bruce, like a child in need of love, waiting for a hug from his father.

But until his own death, sealed in a wooden coffin and buried in loess, he didn't wait for that.

Will he be happy to have me back?

This was the first thing Jason thought of when he regained consciousness.

The two of them had been together for so long, and Jason knew what kind of blow his death would be to Bruce, so he immediately wanted to tell his father: I'm back.

But that sentence has not been said yet.

It's all because of the clown, because of this criminal who shouldn't be swarmed to the altar...

Jason only felt that his heart was beating faster and faster, and his blood was rushing through his body, seeming to spread some strange energy.

The replaced position, the graves left in the cemetery, no family portraits in the manor... He is an unwanted person, an abandoned lonely soul.

All of this made the horrible plans in his mind more and more clear.

When he finishes dealing with those lunatics, there will be no reason to stay here, and then he will gladly die and return to the peace of soul.

The most fucking thing in this world is that it teaches you what is joy, anger, sorrow, joy, life and death, but it doesn't let you overcome it, but let you accept it.

"Jay..." Reed squeezed his wrist, his eyes full of concern.

Perhaps because they had spent the past two days together, the vampire still had a little bit of Jason in it.The smell is really a very special existence. It pulled Jason out of the memory full of coldness and violence. Reid's warm brown eyes, which were always gentle, were now stained black by the dark surroundings. Sticking it over, the cool fingertips pressed against the skin, causing Jason's churning anger to suddenly extinguish.

But it's different now...Jason's Adam's Apple twitched.

He had already found a reason for himself to stay.

Jason stared blankly at Reed, as if meeting him for the first time, and then, after a while, Jason turned his head to Abigail, and said slowly but firmly, "I don't fear death, nor do I desire death. .”

"I don't know where this power comes from, but I will fight it."

He didn't want the clown to ruin his second life.Neither, Jason thought, could anything else.

He moved his wrist, grabbed Reed's fingers, and then tightly interlocked his fingers. The vampire's hand was a circle smaller than his, and the fingertips could feel the protrusion of the phalanx on the back of the hand, but the precarious and cruel past All of them were defeated before they circled their fingers.

He found his own world.

You are my world.

"Your soul has a beautiful color," said Abigail, with a twinkle in her eye. "I like it. Don't let it go out."

Jason raised his eyebrows: "Thank you."

"But I have one more question," Jason said. He squatted down with Reed and looked at the little girl. "Abigail, why are you here alone? This kind of place is quite dangerous."

He didn't know her identity, but from the conversation, he could feel that this really belonged to a teenage girl's thoughts-except for saying some too dark things.

"There's something calling me here." Abigail frowned her slender eyebrows, and said distressedly, "But my Master didn't know where he went."

Oh, this is a Heroic Spirit.

Reed finally understood why the little girl favored by the evil god appeared here.It wasn't some daring believer who summoned the Outer God, and He came again, but this [concept] was summoned as a heroic spirit.

"Who is your master?" Reid thought, it wouldn't be the few dead men in black robes, right?

Abigail was obviously taken aback for a moment, then shook her head obediently: "I don't know."

"..." Well, Reid continued to ask, "is there any characteristic of that? Maybe we know each other."

Abigail's long, blond eyebrows furrowed even tighter, trying to remember: "He's... a skull."

Huh, black mask?Jason was startled, how could this matter have anything to do with Black Mask?

"Red." Abigail added, drawing a rough outline in the air with her fingers: "It's so big, so—high, and the voice is not good—"

Oh, not Black Mask.Jason ruled out Roman, which should be the Red Skull.He had seen this guy's resume in Batman's database.

The current leader of Hydra, and the existence of Captain America for a period of time.When Jason saw the photo for the first time, he thought it was Roman's half-brother who was lost in Germany—how could their skulls look similar?

"So you came from far away?"

"Hmm," Abigail said while holding the biscuit that Reed had just handed her, nibbling on human food, "It's a little far from here."

The case is solved, this is the heroic spirit summoned from the island, and Tony's law of attraction has been verified so quickly.

They found a thick tree root to prop up, where several people could sit down, and biting on snacks to inquire about information—after all, this little girl was rarely candid and frank.

Abigail didn't realize that she had leaked a lot of things, but those were not secrets to her.

As she ate the snack she shared, Abigail relaxed a little, not as stiff as she had been at first.

"...I don't know what's going on, he just keeps asking me to do this and that." Abigail recalled what happened a few hours ago.

Reed and Jason: ! ! !How could the Red Skull have become so morally depraved? !

"But I don't have the ability to brainwash, he is really noisy, and then... I couldn't stand it anymore, so I put him in any space, but now I can't find him." Abi Gail pursed his lips, and now the magical link between the two of them has also been broken. Although the Red Skull is not dead, he must be somewhere very far away.

It's not her fault, how could an Outer God like Yog-Sothoth use brainwashing?Ordinary people just go crazy when they see this existence. This is not called brainwashing, but formatted human nature.

Reed guessed that the Red Skull may not know how to use the command spell, and he misunderstood the relationship between the servant and the master.

The relationship between them is not slavery, but cooperation.The three strokes of the command spell imprisoned the will of so many heroic spirits, grinding away their arrogance, but it is also a warning to the Master: You only have three chances, so be careful in your words and deeds.

"So what are you going to do next? Do you want the Grail too?" Reed asked.

"I'm not interested in that," Abigail said, her voice softened, gazing at the distant dark galaxy, looking at the darkness beyond the universe: "I'm waiting for the day when God the Father comes, but until this day When the magic of the city wears off, it's time for me to go back."

It wasn't until Abigail finished eating the last small cake that she jumped down from the tree root and dusted off her skirt, "Thank you for your hospitality."

The little girl's voice still had a sense of ignorance and holiness, "I want to go shopping in other places, this time I will remember what you said, and I won't show my human body."

Abigail waved to the two of them, and the golden photons scattered a little bit, "See you next time! Reed, Jason."

The two said goodbye to her, and the park fell into silence again.

Jason pinched the plastic paper bag, and the wrapping paper made a slight sound.

"Today..." He paused for a moment, "I made you worry."

Reed was very close to him, shoulders pressed together, the light of the moon poured down from the gaps in the leaves, faintly, this scene felt inexplicably familiar.

There are no clouds in the night sky at night, the black clouds are very thin like a layer of mist, and the moon is extraordinarily round.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight," Reed said, looking up.

"..." Jason glanced at him and said slowly, "You know that this sentence has other meanings, right?"

Reed smiled with his eyes bent, as if the moonlight fell on them.

Jason reached out and squeezed his chin and kissed him.The bright moon that embraced him.

These trees have been here for nearly a hundred years, and the roots are strong enough, perhaps a bit of the work of Poison Ivy—all the green plants in Gotham are stronger than those in other cities—it is not a problem to lie down alone.They wore stars and moons, and kissed again and again. In fact, it was just a simple touch later, but the warm feeling will gradually become addictive.

Just like two lonely stars finally meet after hundreds of millions of light-years away, even the faintest light bursts out with bright brilliance at this moment.

"You died once," said Reed, who had almost witnessed it in Jason's memory.

"Well," Jason hugged him gently, and replied in a low voice: "I crawled out of the grave...do you think it's scary?"

The magician narrowed his eyes, smiled like a fox, and leaned over to smack him on the face: "What's so scary, this is super cool, we vampires are still sleeping in coffins."

Jason smiled when he heard the words, Reed could feel the vibration coming from his chest, Jason withdrew his hand, and retorted slowly: "Nonsense."

"You sleep in my arms."