A retired magician raises a bucket daily

It has been two days since a remote abandoned factory in Gotham collapsed and exploded inexplicably.

The clown was sent to the hospital in full view under the official announcement and the live broadcast of the TV station. Given that the rebuilding of the Arkham Asylum will be completed, it will take half a month.The only difference from the past is that he was judged by the accompanying doctor to have fallen into a pseudo-coma state, and it is very likely that he will evolve into a vegetative state, and the possibility of recovery is extremely weak.

At the press conference of the Gotham Police Department, Commissioner Gordon announced the result beamingly, so in the following day, the entire city of Gotham fell into unspeakable joy.They have been suppressed for too long, the clown is like a land mine, you don't know where he will be, and you don't even know if he will suddenly give you a huge explosion in the next second.

Even so, a clown falls, but there are still thousands of criminals standing up.After all, there are so many crimes in this city that you can play Pokémon, and you can encounter a few in just two steps.So the conscientious big bat still insisted on working without a license, and returned with a full load in one night, successfully filling the cells under the Gotham Police Department.

The fact that the whole city of Gotham is shrouded in a strange purple veil has become an unsolved mystery.All the residents lost their memories belonging to that time period, saying that they didn’t know anything and didn’t remember anything. Although they were sick for a few days, their bodies didn’t change much. They were neither brainwashed by aliens nor developed a period Strange life, when it's time to march and protest, it still holds signs and shouts, and when it's time to party and be happy, it's still drunk.And the insider kept silent about it, as if all the absurd things became blurred and unimportant as the clown closed his eyes.

Tony hurried back to New York and signed a big contract with the Wayne Group before he left. Although no one knew what the specific content was, public opinion had already hinted that the two rich men who had been feuding for a long time seemed to want to get rich together regardless of the past. .

For a time, the love and hatred between Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne in the lace tabloids were bloody and bloody. The people of New York and Gotham ate melons from one melon to another every day, and gradually became a ruthless melon-eating machine.

In the Avengers Building, Barton was lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, flipping through the push news on his mobile phone, and stuffing a peanut butter sandwich into his mouth, he asked vaguely, "What are you doing? Tony, where are you? Did Tan meet a mugger or something that broke your heart?"

"No, no," Tony turned and pointed at Button, "You will be next, don't eat."

"Tony, are you really alright?" Steve Rogers asked him worriedly. Ever since Tony called him inexplicably in the middle of the night a few days ago, he felt that the other party had begun to behave differently. He stretched out He wanted to pat Tony on the shoulder, but the neglected Iron Man shrewdly avoided it.

"Before you... finish the psychological test, I think the two of us need to keep a certain distance." He looked at the puzzled and even aggrieved expression of the American soldier, and clicked his tongue irritably in his heart.

"Just a psychiatrist," he explained, not revealing about the Hydra captain, "after all, Fury doesn't seem like someone who pays attention to your psychological state-Hulk has been smashing in the last month. Eight times in my mansion! I think you all need to learn how to appease him, and by the way, adjust your psychology."

Speaking of this, Tony paused for a few seconds, then turned his head and asked the beautiful woman who had just walked out of the room: "Natasha, you didn't contradict the other party's words, did you?"

The red-haired woman smiled, shrugged, and took a sandwich from the bar without answering him.

"Drawing?" Jason leaned on the bed and asked Reed.

He has been lying down for a long time, and he feels that he is in very good condition now, one can hit ten.According to past experience, he should have been drinking with Roy in a bar at this time or wearing a hood to watch and fight somewhere, but this time the situation is obviously different. Under the request (threat) of his cohabitant and boyfriend, he still Staying at home well - but a few days of relaxation did let him sweep away the exhaustion accumulated in the previous period.

"Yeah." Reed sat by the bed, the warm winter sun came in from the window behind him. The weather in Gotham has been unbelievably good in recent days, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, and even the sea is calm. Scratching the drawing paper with his thumb, the charcoal was blurred into a gray-black piece, and he whispered, "I'm drawing you."

Jason raised his eyebrows, "Let me see?"

Reed picked up the drawing book in his hand and compared it with the person on the bed, then closed the drawing book with a 'slap', and shook his head with a smile, "I haven't finished the drawing yet, I will show it to you when I finish it."

The person on the bed also smiled, with crooked eyes and raised mouth corners, like a bad boy riding a motorcycle at the gate of a high school, "You won't draw me ugly, will you?"

Reed wiped his hands with a wet towel, looked at the time, and realized that it was time to make dinner, "Why?"

"I can draw your face with my eyes closed." Reed added in his heart: it's exactly right.

This is the third time the magician has checked Jason's body today. It's not that he is too cautious, but those evil gods from outside the universe are really dangerous, and Jason has been attuned to them for so long. People, then his spirit will definitely have irreversible major problems.

But Jason did have no other injuries except for some minor wounds and traces of mucus erosion. Even his mental state seemed to be much better, as if he had put down a lot of heavy things.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Jason held Reid's hand against his face and said slowly, "To be honest, I feel like I've never been better."

Jason lowered his eyes. For a long time, he was always haunted by the nightmares of the past, and repeatedly suffocated in the burning room from which he could not escape.But now it seemed as if there was a long-lasting refreshing rain that extinguished the flames in his heart, the thick walls were knocked down, and the people who rushed in from the outside grabbed him and took him out without any explanation.

Those hopes that were dull in the rotten soil grew out again.

It might be the magic circle that Constantine drew in Jason's soul before.When Reed stood in front of the refrigerator to see what they could eat tonight, his thoughts wandered for a while, and he thought it could only be the reason.

What effect did Constantine say that magic circle had?The magician took out a few tomatoes and tilted his head thinking: Guarantee that his soul will stay in this body?

If the body is occupied and the evil gods live in it, then Jason's soul will definitely be swallowed up as a nutrient.

He cut the carrots into small cubes, broke out the corn kernels, sliced ​​the tomatoes and sausages, and put them together with the rice into the rice cooker he bought in Chinatown not long ago.After finishing these, Reed picked up his mobile phone and sent Constantine a message.

Reid:

-Thanks.

The text messages were answered almost instantly, Mr. Exorcist didn't seem to have much business recently.

Constantine:

-?

- You're welcome, although I don't know what you're thanking.But you can call me money, the mobile phone is almost in arrears.

Reed, who was in a good mood, recharged Constantine's mobile phone number with 1000 yuan, which was enough for Constantine to use for a long, long time.

As long as he doesn't lose his phone.

Jason came out of the bedroom and sat on the sofa in the living room. He had nothing to do in the past two days. Gotham was peaceful, and even the illegal transactions of the gangsters were taken over by Batman one by one. He and his subordinates seem to be staying in a company that has been cleansed. They use DingTalk software on their mobile phones to contact each other every day, and report the situation after work and off work.

On the coffee table was the sample book sent to Reed by the publishing house, without a cover and illustrations, only a white book cover and typeset text.Jason picked it up and casually flipped through a few pages, then turned back to the title page and glanced at the author's signature.

"!"

Although Jason had carefully investigated Reed's background, he focused on the other party's past and family environment at that time, and did not carefully study his identity as a writer. At that time, he glanced at the pseudonym and didn't remember anything. Seeing this familiar style of writing now, Jason suddenly remembered that this was actually his novel he had read when he was 16 years old.

At that time, Reed’s first adventure novel had just been published. On the surface, Jason, who was a middle school student secretly attacking the dark side of Gotham in front of Robin, liked his book very much. He liked the character of the protagonist portrayed in the text and envied the protagonist’s experience. and journey.

After discovering this shocking secret (not), Jason glanced at the magician who was cooking soup in the kitchen, feeling even more incredible in his heart.It was only after a trance that he realized that the person with a young and beautiful face was 6 years older than himself.

Today's dinner was cooked glutinously and fragrantly. Jason, who obviously had no physical exertion, insisted on eating two big bowls, and then claimed that he had already learned how to make this rice. As long as he understands how the rice cooker works, he can reproduce it perfectly.

The magician ridiculed him for being so old that he still doesn't know how to use a rice cooker.

After dinner, they watched a movie. It was a romance movie. The hero and heroine who fell in love at first sight finally parted at the train station. They did not exchange any contact information, but agreed to see each other in this place half a year later.

"So do you think they will go to the appointment in the end?" Jason asked Reed, the young man bit the straw, and he sucked every drop of the freshly squeezed fruit juice.

"No." Reid replied, and before the other party asked why, he was the first to answer: "Because I watched the second part, they just missed it."

"There's a second part to this one?" Jason let go of the straw that was flattened by his torture, and the literary youth who was still trapped in the atmosphere created by the movie complained: "You are an excessive spoiler!"

The magician retorted: "I didn't even tell you that they met nine years later."

"Wow!" Jason rushed over, even rolled the quilt along with his body, and directly pressed the magician who was a circle younger than him, "I want to punish you!"

Jason propped his hands on both sides of Reed's body, but there was no sign of anger on his face. Instead, he smiled, and his green eyes looked straight over, transparent and bright, which even made Reed wonder if it was just a fake down yourself?

Two seconds later, the opponent's fingers touched his waist, and Reed belatedly felt a sense of crisis.

"What—wait!" Reed suddenly opened his eyes wide, and an itch shot up from his back. He twisted uncontrollably, but his crotch was pressed by the opponent, "Hahahaha, wait, wait a minute, Hahahahaha help... stop, I was wrong!"

The sensitive part was touched slightly, and Reed laughed so hard that tears were about to flow out, he pushed Jason's chest with both hands, "...No more, Jay, hahaha let me go... ...."

"Well then," the aggressive young man grabbed his hand and mercifully stopped his vicious tormenting behavior, "will you let me go out tomorrow?"

"But your body is still..." Reid is as worried about people as Alfred is, and if the injured and sick don't recover to the state they think they are good, they will never let them go out.

"Let me make money," Jason lowered his head and called him in a low voice, "Richard."

That was an intimate title that only his mother had ever called. Reed's heart trembled, and he beat faster in his hoarse voice.

Jason continued, "I don't want to be your jerk."

Best-selling author winks: "I don't mind...."

"I mind," Jason put his arms around him and turned sideways, kissed the tip of his ear, and said slowly, "I want you to spend my money, live in my house, eat what I cook, Sleep in the bed I bought, under the same quilt as me."