A retired magician raises a bucket daily

Jason heard the sound of 'ding ding dong dong' coming from the kitchen. He half-closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to block the light from the window, and asked uncertainly, "...Ah Fu?"

"Are you awake?" The man wearing the apron turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile, "Get up and brush your teeth, I prepared a new towel and toothbrush for you and put it on the sink. I made breakfast."

It took Jason two seconds to remember what happened a few hours ago. He blinked vigorously to drive away the chaotic thoughts, rubbed his sore shoulders and walked towards the bathroom.

I can't believe he's sleeping so unguarded in the house of a stranger he's only known for a day.

"This is pasta, this is bacon toast, and this is avocado milk." Reed put the food just out of the pan in front of Jason, "Do you have anything to avoid? Or want to eat, I will make it tomorrow something else."

To be honest, Jason hasn't eaten breakfast for a long time.When I was with Roy and the others, no matter whether there were tasks or no tasks, every day was upside down, and they were basically mushrooms growing on the bed before twelve o'clock at noon... Thinking of this, Jason watched look at the time.

Oh, it's ten o'clock, it seems that this can't be regarded as breakfast.He still hasn't broken his own record of day and night reversals.

Jason picked up the fork subtly, and then met Reed's gaze, his current cohabitant was looking at him with shining eyes.

If Reed was just a normal guy, this look would definitely get him in big trouble in Gotham.

Jason belatedly realized that Reed was still waiting for his answer. He cut a slice of toast and said, "There are no taboos, you can do whatever you want."

It's impossible for him to live here every day, and it's not every time he catches up with breakfast.

"I'm going out to run errands this afternoon."

"Then come back for dinner?" Reed answered naturally.

It's a fucking weird development, Jason thought, like he's on some nine o'clock morning show, which doesn't fit his vision of Red Hood as Gotham's next mob boss.

So Jason thought back to the black mask he had beaten up a few days ago and his brain-twitch subordinates-he never thought he would think of the black mask because of this-the old gangster movie at ten o'clock in the middle of the night is back In his mind, he stiffened again.

"No, it should be very late." After finishing the matter at hand, let's beat the black mask to vent his anger.

"The person who cursed you may come back to find you, don't get hurt again." Reed gave him a strange look, but didn't ask Jason what he did. "The spare key is in the porch. If I sleep at night Yes, the medicine is on the table, remember to take it.”

Since leaving Ah Fu, Jason has never encountered such meticulous concern, "You don't have to—"

He paused for a moment, the delicious breakfast made him swallow those few teeth-stinging words.

"What?" Reed asked him.

"—Did you move here recently?" Jason changed the subject abruptly.

"Almost, I have been studying in England before, which is the kind of school similar to Hogwarts." Reid said with a smile, lowered his head and rolled the pasta on a fork, "But I was born in Gotham, and when I was a child They all live here."

"Then this house..."

"Well, I used to live here. I didn't expect to go to England for so many years and never come back. I barely took care of it yesterday."

Reed didn't say much, but Jason could probably guess that, just like the enchantment Reed told him earlier, it was probably just a coincidence that he would enter the basement here. For more than a year, I have some strange magic resistance on my body, maybe I accidentally fell into a certain magic or magic circle.

Thinking of this, Jason suddenly remembered his original purpose - he was going back to his safe house, which was the basement of Reed's house.Jason looked around calmly, and found the lower level of the stairs, which was still full of sundries. There should be an entrance leading to the basement on the ground there.

"I can see it, but don't worry, I'll help you tidy up tomorrow." Jason perfectly controlled his expression.

"Thank you, but don't bother, I'll finish packing up soon, you'd better concentrate on recuperating." Reid said with a smile.

"No—trouble," Jason recalled some of his personal belongings in the safe house, as well as the first batch of published books that he found in a second-hand bookstore a while ago. "I love cleaning. I used to be a housekeeper!"

God, what is he talking about.Jason rolled his eyes to himself inwardly.

After hearing what he said, Reed had a complicated expression: Isn't it true, is the housekeeping in the United States so hard-core now?

He thought of the holsters that had been removed from Jason in the middle of the night, and the empty pistols left on the sofa.

Reed endured it but still couldn't hold back, and asked, "So you were cursed by your employer because of your poor housekeeping?"

Jason: "..." Do you really believe it?

"I'm changing careers now." Jason showed the momentum to challenge Oscar, he heard himself say in a shocking voice, "But housekeeping will always be my original intention!"

Reed: Respect all right.

Jason changed his clothes and went out. The clothes were kindly provided by Reed. He usually doesn't go out very much. Most of the clothes are loose, although they seem a little tight on Jason. The T-shirt Perfectly framed the former domestic worker's good-looking muscular curves, it looks like a tights.

Reed got into the temporary study room that was barely used as a magic workshop, and began to study Jason's curse.On the way, I also made an overseas phone call to a friend who had not been separated for a long time.

"Wei Bo, have you studied undead?"

"Why do I study this as a modern magician?"

"I have encountered a very troublesome...curse." Reed tilted his head on the phone, frowning and staring at the black mist trapped in a small enchantment on the table in front of him.After being stimulated just now, the black mist is opening its teeth and claws in it, and Xu Xu converges into a shape that looks like a skeleton, bumping back and forth.

"Is there anyone else who can curse you?" Weber raised his eyebrows, his tone full of disbelief.

"No, it was a person I met who was cursed."

Weber: "Are you so kind? If you can give me a little, then I won't be dizzy from reading the lesson plans every day."

"To be serious, I originally thought that as long as I found the 'root' of this curse, I could eradicate it, but it's strange that there is something else in this curse."

"You think it's a dead spirit?"

Reed sat on the chair and leaned back, "It's hard to say, isn't the necromantic magic used by the Spiritual Division generally not to process the magic power and resentment left by the dead to make costumes? And this curse...it's more like , the kind from hell."

"Are you saying that someone merged the existence of two different systems?" Weber stopped unconsciously. "This person is either a genius or a half-assed."

"No matter what he is, this curse will soon affect the mind of the cursed."

Reed tapped his fingers on the table, "Now I can temporarily call out the medicine to suppress it, and it may be too late later."

"You will really cause trouble for yourself. You saved a guy with an unusual status. Swallowing minds and turning people into your own marionettes, such a curse is much more troublesome than directly manipulating dead bodies."

"So, they want Jason alive and obedient...what do they want to know from Jason..."

Jason?Weber thought to himself, the name of the bad street, seven out of ten Americans are named Jason.

"Is there anything different about him? It's different from other people." The great detective El-Melloi II sighed quietly, and picked up the cigar that he put aside just now.

Reed: "You know I can smell everybody's blood, right?"

"Ah."

"His blood is very strange. It tastes delicious. Just a little bit can fill me up."

"You drank his blood?!" Weber was shocked. His hair boy had quit blood a long time ago, and before that, the only ones who would feed Reed blood as a snack were him and the white haired Melvin. asshole.

"That's why it's very strange. His blood is really attractive. When I smell that smell, I can't control myself." Reid also sighed, thinking of the sweetness he tasted that day, he was a little bit hungry.

"Tell me, the smell of his blood, can't you tell me all the different flavors of my blood perfume?"

"It's not that exaggerated, is it?" Reed touched his nose and thought about it.

Every human's blood has a different taste, and the blood that circulates through the body and bursts out with the beating of the heart contains the taste of each person.

Weber's blood was pale, like the early morning in London, the fog hadn't dissipated, with a bit of hazy confusion, but underneath it was hot.

Jason's taste is very complex, with rust - the same taste that humans taste blood, he actually tasted the taste of blood in Jason's blood - and gunpowder smoke, and then a little warm feeling, which is very strange, he As a vampire, his hands and feet were always cold, but Jason's blood flowed through his limbs, slowly dispelling the chill, and there were some messy emotions mixed in, which Reed couldn't tell.

"—In short, it's very strange, it smells bad but it's delicious."

Weber: I don't quite understand your vampire's sense of taste.

"Forget it, I'll go and look through the information, you stay on for a few more days, and I'll tell you if I have any clues."

Reed hung up the phone, stared blankly at the little skeleton still bumping into the barrier for a while, then searched around in the study, found some medicinal materials left over from before, and prepared a bottle of light-colored Liquid potions.

This is a medicine that can temporarily suppress the curse. It may still be useful for a few days, but it will not work in a few days.After thinking for a while, Reed picked up a pen and wrote down a few herbs on paper, planning to buy them when he had free time.