A retired magician raises a bucket daily

The old factory was hidden deep in the park, and the night owl flew away from the branches, shaking the dull air with its wings fluttering.

Reed squatted behind a tree, observing the magic circle ahead.There is a big difference between heroic spirits and modern magicians. Compared with the latter, the former is closer to the "power of gods". At best, their generation only uses the formulas of their predecessors to do elementary school arithmetic problems.These seemingly messy and random magic formations are rigorous and perfect. Reed, who has been a lecturer in the clock tower for several years, almost lost control of himself and wanted to take pictures of these magic formations one by one and take them back to the students.

These are all magic arrays that can be used as textbooks.

Jason flipped over to the tree in twos, found a hidden location where he could monitor the warehouse, and installed the micro-monitor on his body.Leaning against the tree trunk, he checked whether the bullets in the pistol and the magazine he had brought were sufficient, and then gently landed beside Reed.

"How about it?"

"It can be solved, but it will take some time, otherwise it will scare the snake." Reed said, "But it must be the work of Heroic Spirit. Those few third-rate magicians can't make such a magic circle."

The factory is now as strong as a fortress, surrounded by layers of protection. It is no exaggeration to say that even military tanks may not be able to attack here.

Can't you see that the clown is so afraid of death?

The vampire's slender fingertips drew a circle on the dirt, and a faint red light flickered a few times in the darkness before hiding in the dirt.

He made a mark here, and the magic power penetrated into the soil little by little, and within a day at the latest, he could quietly reverse these magic circles.

"Let's go," he twirled his fingers. The skin he had bitten had healed, leaving only a numb itching. He stood up and said to Jason, "In your plan, it's not time to start a war." time?"

He looked back at the factory with gray cement walls, "I'm about to figure out his cards."

Before he came, he had a guess about the heroic spirits of the clowns.He felt that in addition to killing those men in black robes, the clown might also have devoured the heroic spirits they summoned.After all, he had seen the clown before, and with the clown's physical condition, unless another powerful demon emerged to occupy the clown's body, he would not be able to support the magic power transmission given to the three heroic spirits.

Later, in the conversation with Abigail, he asked about the heroic spirit here.There is a connection between heroic spirits, and heroic spirits like Abigail who are particularly sensitive to spirits can clearly understand the number of heroic spirits in their surrounding range.

"There's only one...strange guy here." The little girl said, biting a biscuit, frowning, "It's a dirty guy, I hate him."

The pistol twirled in Jason's hand, and he stuffed it back into the holster. The handsome man with green eyes raised his eyebrows, "Okay, listen to you."

Reed looked back at him with a smile, "So unintentional?"

Jason snorted, buttoned the button of the holster, and pinched the side of the vampire's face, "It's called caring, baby."

He was the first to turn around and walk back.His hands were clenched into fists by his sides.

Jason trusted his intuition. Those of them who had been vigilantes for a long time always had a special premonition in certain aspects.

The clown is right there.

This is what he felt when he got close to the factory.Adrenaline was secreted, his heart was pounding on his eardrums, and a voice urged him to rush in and kill the clown.

But no.He just promised.

He wants to fight against this force.He wants to stand against his own pain and hatred.

So he chose to restrain himself and force himself to leave here.

Now is not the time.Jason said to himself in his heart.

Reed caught up to him, holding Jason's hand out of habit.

He was isolated at home since he was a child, observing the world through the glass window. After his mother died, he was taken away by his father. Because of his special constitution, Reed was imprisoned in a small room, even the only glass window all lost.

There is no family relationship between his father and him. They are like two programmed robots, doing everything they should do indifferently, but without any emotion.

These experiences made him a little bit alienated and indifferent. He consciously separated the individual from the human group, and felt that he was just a passer-by who hurried to the world.

So until now, Reed has included Jason in his own scope, and shared everything that belongs to him with him, completely unaware that his desire for skin-to-skin contact is also increasing little by little.

"How many people have you told this before?" Reid teased him, his eyes filled with a narrow smile.

"Only you," Jason's voice was soft and hoarse, falling into the air of the park, he turned his head to the side, looked at Reed's pretending calm face: "Satisfied?"

The vampire's eyes widened for a moment, like some kind of frightened little animal. After a few seconds, he coughed lightly, and put his hands into fists in front of his lips, blocking the corners of his raised mouth, ". ... Let's, cough, let's check the addresses that Merlin sent."

Jason guessed that his ears must be very red now.

Sure enough, it is easy to be shy.Jason thought to himself, pulled him, and led the somewhat dazed little vampire to the back seat of the motorcycle.

"Grab me in a moment." Jason said while putting the helmet on Reid, and he lowered his head slightly and leaned over, "Did you hear that?"

After Reed looked into those green eyes for a few seconds, he obediently agreed, and Jason put down the windshield and buckled it on.

Sitting on the back seat of his motorcycle, he belatedly thought: who is 5 years younger than who now?

"If these magic remnants are the same as those on the factory side, we can be sure that this is also part of the clown's plan." Reed said.

The two of them are standing in front of a house.The light was still on in the house, the master hadn't fallen asleep yet, and a woman's low sobs could be heard faintly from the open window.

The street lamps were in disrepair, and their light was dim and feeble.There is a small magic circle above Reed's palm, which is spinning. If anyone passes by, they will be shocked to see this scene.

A bright light slowly floated out of the house along with the lavender smoke, as if attracted by the magic circle in Reed's hand, and fell into it.

Jason: "If they have a relationship, what does the Joker want to do?"

Reed shook his head, "I don't know, but..."

But in magic, the part involving children is always cruel.

He watched the magic circle in his hand stop turning, the magic remnants in this room merged with those he collected in the park, and dissipated in the air with a small 'boo'.

Reed was taken aback.

"What does this mean?" Seeing that Reed was silent, Jason asked.

"...is the same thing," Reed said, "both magics come from the same person."

Human beings in the infant stage are the purest creatures, so goblins prefer human children before the age of seven. Children during this period are still the most psychic. No matter whether they are gods or demons, they have nowhere to hide in their eyes.

Therefore, among all the magic books about children, 'young children' is an extremely precious material.

The woman in the room could no longer suppress her crying, and cried loudly in her husband's arms.

Reed took a step back, suddenly feeling regretful, "We just—"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a flash behind him.

There is an electronic light screen there, which always plays some advertisements on a loop, but at this moment it starts to flicker a snowflake screen.

Loud sounds surrounded them from all directions.

Then they discovered that it wasn't just the electronic screen that was faulty, it was...all of them.

All the TVs, computers, those connected to the Internet, and those advertising on the street... They all seemed to be malfunctioning at the same time, making a messy electrical noise.

"Ahem, are you ready, can you see it?" A smiling and very familiar voice came from inside.

The screen in front of them flickered a few times, and finally showed the picture——

is the clown.

It was the clown they hadn't seen since they killed the demon.

The man with exaggerated makeup approached the camera, his bloodshot eyes widened and looked at the camera, "Oh, it looks good."

He sat upright, on a fancy big chair, and couldn't see anything behind him. The clown clapped his hands, and the crisp sound echoed throughout Gotham City: "Now it's the citywide broadcast."

"I'm an old friend of yours." Having said that, he put one hand on his chest, showed a gentleman's salute, bowed slightly in greeting, and solemnly said his name: "The Joker."

Everyone in the city saw the obvious black Command Seal on the back of his hand.

"Long time no see, do you miss me?" The clown laughed with his mouth open, the red corners of his mouth almost reaching the ears.

"Anyway, I still miss you, so next, let's play a game together." He leaned back on the chair in a comfortable position, and snapped his fingers casually, looking very comfortable: "The game It's called 'The Sleeping Game'..."

"Oh, I don't think that's a good name—you don't have the talent for names, it sounds limp," he said abruptly to the others off-camera, "Let me think about it, call it, uh... How about 'Dream Royale'?"

The people outside the camera seemed to be very satisfied. Reed faintly heard a man's praise coming from inside, and then the clown patted his hand hard, "I'm such a genius for naming!"

Standing on the street, Reed and Jason heard a man's angry 'Fuck! '

The clown on the screen continued to speak, "Next, I'll put you all to sleep and have the same dream. It's amazing, right, I think so too."

"In the dream, everyone is the same person, oh oh, there is still a little difference, that is, the richer you are in reality, the poorer you are in the dream, if you are a homeless man in reality , then congratulations, you are about to become a billionaire!"

"The rules of the game are very simple, just live to the end." The clown asked in a low voice, "How about it, are you very interested?"

A small red ball appeared in his hand as if by magic, and another blue ball appeared in his hand again: "The right to choose the red pill or the blue pill is in your own hands."

Having said that, the clown dropped the ball and stood up to adjust his purple suit.

"Then the game is about to start now." He smiled, with a bewitching exaggerated smile: "Let us work together to bring new fairness to this distorted world!"

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" The angry Gotham citizens greeted the clown on the screen affectionately.

"If I ever met you, I'd kick your green wig away! You idiot!"

Reed raised his head as if feeling something, and saw a translucent purple film appearing from the sky above Gotham, slowly covering the city.