A retired magician raises a bucket daily

The color of that brick is similar to other bricks, but a little lighter. It is really hard to see without careful observation.

Jason stuck a small knife he picked up on the ground in the cracks of the bricks, moved a little to the inside, and lifted the whole brick up a little, when he heard a slight "click" sound, the corner of the cell was The bricks at the top moved back together, revealing a deep stairway, winding down to the depths below.

Reed nodded at Jason, he could feel that the Joker was indeed down there.

People with magic power are different from other people, just like Jason has magic power in his blood, so Reed can understand his difference when he first met him.The clown also has a unique magical power, which is the little bit of energy left after the demon possessed, which is absorbed by the clown's body and becomes a part of him.

A few hours ago, Reed concentrated on searching for traces of the clown with his magic power. At the beginning, he found nothing. After all, he can’t use much magic power now, and the scope is limited, but after he came to the Gotham Police Station, he did perceive it. A little bit of traces belonging to the demon that he pulled out with his own hands.

The two of them clenched their weapons tightly and walked down the stairs quietly. The air gradually became dull. The reinforced concrete was gradually replaced by mud, and every little sound could reverberate in it for a long time. dust.Jason took Reed's hand and wrote on the palm of his hand with his fingers.

'There are too many footprints here. 'A lot of footprints can be seen wherever the flashlight shines, very messy, Jason roughly estimated that there should be eight or nine people.

'Someone got here before us,' or,' Reed paused, 'the Joker took them all in.' '

Jason thought of the news about Chief Gordon mentioned by Tim. When he was Robin, he always dealt with Chief Gordon. The other party was a special soldier and a detective with keen intuition. .

They walked for a long time, and they didn't know how Batman had the stamina to dig the room so deep. They finally reached the end, where there was a half-closed door.

Bruce may have planned to avoid Superman when he built this private execution room, so the door of the room was thick enough, with lead layers sandwiched inside and alloy outside.

Jason grabbed the pistol and loaded it.They first listened carefully to the sounds inside.There are many kinds of breathing sounds, and there are at least eight people inside, but this is too weird no matter how you look at it. Oxygen is not always available at such a depth. There are so many people staying inside, and the oxygen content cannot last long, so this journey Come down, you can see a few oxygen cylinders on the wall every short distance, but now in the game, those things can't be used.

The people in the Gotham Police Department should not be that stupid, so it is very likely that the clown brought them in, as Reed had just guessed.

This is a glaring trap.Jason's face was not very good-looking, and he held a gun to the side of his face.They knew it, but they still stepped in because there was no other way.

Reed was getting ready on the sidelines, and the defensive magic array was stacked in front of them.

Jason took a deep breath, kicked the door open, and made a sharp low noise as it rubbed against the alloy with almost no gaps on the door frame on the ground, and slammed it heavily on the wall beside him. Jason pointed his gun at the front, and The light that was too bright compared to the corridor caused his pupils to shrink for a moment, but he just blinked quickly, and the hand holding the gun remained motionless, and he quickly adapted to the intensity of the light.

"Clown, I found you." Jason said coldly to the person in front of him.

"Oh, good job, little bird, will your father give you a reward?" The green-haired man sitting on one of the electric torture chairs clapped his hands. Panicked, but extraordinarily calm, as if this was all expected.

"You changed your look, little red bird," the clown made an exaggerated expression, placing a hand in front of the 'o' shaped mouth, "I prefer your old one—"

The clown was good at drawing circles in the air, and laughed, "That reminds me of the old days, bad times and bad people."

Jason found James Gordon. The chief of the Gotham Police Department was tied up by the clown and fixed to the wall. He was accompanied by several police officers. They were all covered with tape, unable to speak. Then, his eyes were wide open, and there were a few small knives stuck in them on the wall very close to them, and they would fall on them as long as they were a little bit off.

There is another person leaning in the corner who has lost his vital signs and closed his eyes.The only difference was that they were different from the ones Reed had seen before. After those people died, their bodies would gradually disappear without any traces, but these few were real corpses.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Reed asked him.

"You are... oh," the clown wrinkled his face. The wrinkles on his old skin were embedded with white paint, which looked a little creepy. He waved his hand as if to make Reed Flicking away like a cloud, "You're that boring magician."

"However... since you're all standing here, I think I'll give you some rewards." The clown raised his red mouth, and he stood up from the electric torture chair, as if by magic, from Two small balls were found in the purple suit.

"The red pill," he said, spreading out his palm, which also contained one in the other hand, "and the blue pill."

"Which one do you choose?"

The clown has malicious intentions and jokes written all over his face: "Return to the present world or sink into illusion?"

"What did they choose?" Reed said, pointing to the bodies in the corner.

"Sweetheart, that's a secret that can't be told~" the clown said to him with a smile.

However, in the next second, two gunshots rang out in the room, and the small balls in the clown's left and right hands were blown off.

"Wow!" The clown shrank his hand, "Nice marksmanship, but you should know that you have lost your only chance."

He looked directly at Jason and walked slowly towards him.

Jason adjusted his position slightly, aiming his gun at the clown's forehead, "I won't choose either, because neither is correct."

The room was very cold, and the walls were covered with various instruments of torture. His green eyes narrowed slightly, shining coldly, like a sharp knife out of its sheath.

"Here is the tomb prepared for you."

"I know, of course I know, this is a grand gift prepared by the little bat," the clown said in a sweet voice, "I thought he would kill me for you, but I haven't waited for so long... ..Does this mean that he loves me more than you, Little Red Bird?"

Jason's fingers trembled and he pulled the trigger, but he still didn't choose to press it.

"That's because..." Jason gritted his teeth. Bruce once said that Jason was the person most like him, his best Robin. He spent a lot of time trying to understand Bruce. , and he almost did it, they appeared in the same city without incident, and they were doing good things together to fight criminals and maintain law and order.

"That's because he will never be you. He chooses to be a hero, and you choose to sell your soul."

"What about you?" The clown laughed and walked towards Jason's gunpoint, "What do you choose to be?"

"Little Red Bird, you have already lost your first chance. This is your second chance." The clown put his forehead on the muzzle of the gun and said provocatively to Jason: "Although this is just a game, I won't take it seriously. death, but the moment you buckle the pistol, it means..."

"You chose our side." The clown said in a low voice.

He stared at Jason's face: "Some people want me dead, and some don't want me dead. You want to kill me, and so does Batman, but you'll never be able to do it."

"Honey, you said that what people want is destined to be unsatisfied, don't you?"

"That's not necessarily true." Reed said, his hands were behind his back, and the magic circle glowed in his palms, and the magic engraving on his back that Jason had asked about suddenly became a lot brighter.

The clown looked away from Jason, and said to Reed, "I forgot, there is a universal wishing machine in this world, you want that too, right?"

Reed shook his head, "That's fake."

"Just like this world, it's fake."

The clown wanted to say something more, but a sudden knock knocked him out. Jason slammed his hand hard, but he didn't catch the clown, and let his swaying body hit the ground directly, letting out a 'boom' sound. The sound of human teeth sour.

"What should I do?" Jason kicked the clown's body, not expecting him to be brought down so easily.

"It will take some time." Reed pressed his fingers on the clown's body, and the magic power diffused into the clown's body like silver threads.

Jason went to help Director Gordon and the others who were tied up untie the rope.

On the way down, Tony and the others discovered the fact that this world is like "The Matrix", which is composed of huge computer data and code instructions.

"He said 'the right to choose the red pill or the blue pill is in your own hands'?" Tony's voice came intermittently from the communicator, "Hahahahaha the clown must not have watched the whole movie, in No matter the red pill or the blue pill in the movie, the world you see after waking up is all virtual."

"Every game must have a loophole. And the clown is this loophole."

His magic power penetrated into the clown's body, as Tony said, this body is just false, just like the puppet magic he did, but it is filled with vast codes.

Reed understood at an early age that his mother was on the run.She avoids many people, which is why she came to Gotham, the crime capital, alone and pregnant.

But why is she hiding?And who is she avoiding?Reed doesn't know.

Not long after he arrived in the UK after the operation, he was drowsy every day. The incompatibility of an extra piece in his body tortured him and made him forget the existence of time. Repeated high fever and rejection made him feel sick. He kept walking on the border of death.His mother would sometimes sit by his window and wipe away his tears and sweat from horrific nightmares with a wet towel.

On the day Reed regained consciousness, he still remembered the sky he saw when he looked out of the window from the tallest tower of the Clock Tower. It was the widest blue sky that young Reed had ever seen.

He woke up from the pain, and the dense bone-eroding pain seemed to put him on top of the magma. He was repeatedly scorched by the flames, and his back hurt so much that he screamed out.The woman beside his bed woke up startled, hugged him in her arms, and kissed his forehead with cold lips, "Accept it, Richard, accept it."

The woman shed tears, and the kiss that fell on Reed's face was like some kind of redemption to herself. She said in a crying voice, "That is the best gift I can leave you."

Reed didn't know what that meant until his mother was carried into the hospital bed, disfigured, and someone who claimed to be his father appeared before him and told him it was time to go home.

After he was imprisoned in the Trambellio family, one of the twelve monarchs of the clock tower, he knew that the magic seal that appeared on his back from that day on was the work of his mother's life. Although it was only a semi-finished product, it was It's enough to scare everyone.

The magic called 'Death Realm' is a magic that can change [reality].

Reed would do a lot of research on this sigil over the next few years, until finally, he finished it.

That's why he's called a genius.And a semi-cripple like him, with vampire blood flowing in his body, was able to be sheltered by a family like Tranbelio who valued blood, and escaped the seal designation of the Magic Association.

Because everyone is greedy for this thing, and everyone is waiting for him to snatch it after he dies.

This is what Reid is using on the clown now. Although he can't use all his strength in this place and can't maximize the use of the magic seal, it is enough. The ability to change [reality] is mysterious and mysterious. Sometimes Reed doesn't Know exactly what it can do.

He lowered his head, and his eyes turned blood red at this moment. In his eyes, the clown's body at this time was like a computer screen with countless code data flowing, and the silver thread spreading from his hand was exploring the loopholes in it. .

Gordon's hands were finally freed. His body was extremely sore, and his physical strength and water had dropped to the lowest level in his vision. He thanked the red hood in front of him with a complicated face.Some time ago, the red hood had given him an extremely headache, but recently he seemed to have restrained himself a lot, and Gordon didn't know how he should respond to him for a while.

"...thank you," Gordon said to Jason.

Jason waved his hand indifferently, turned around and returned to Reed's side.

"I seem to have found it." Reed raised his head and said to Jason, the red in his eyes gradually dissipated and turned back to a translucent amber.

"what?"

"A string of codes, a string of cheating codes." Reed said, connected to the communicator, and told Tony and the others the codes.

"Wait, just one minute." There was the sound of the keyboard being pressed quickly from Iron Man's side.

In fact, it didn't take more than a minute, almost half a minute, the whole Gotham shook, and the purple cover surrounding Gotham was completely broken at this moment, turning into tiny light spots and dissipating in the air.

The body of the clown in front of him became transparent and disappeared a little bit.

Before the people on the street could react, they had already lost consciousness.

The white-haired hero sitting on the top floor of a tall building stood up, looking at the twilight before dawn, the wind blew his hair, "Oh, I'm about to start working, I don't know if I can eat such a large amount How about support?"

After Gordon rescued his subordinates, when he turned his head to ask something, he found that the two people who were still there had disappeared.

"..." Ah, this familiar plot.