A retired magician raises a bucket daily

The room was dim, and he didn't turn on the light when he brought the person in. The window was half open, and the outside wind blew the curtains up.

He heard Reed's gulp, fingers clenched on his shoulder, Jason said in a low voice, "Enough, I'm going to pass out if I eat any more."

He stretched out his hand to rub the magician's head. Reed responded vaguely, retracted his fangs, and licked the wound with his tongue, "Does it hurt?"

Jason hissed, not because of pain, but for other reasons.The magician didn't know what to do, and when he was drunk, he did everything a little slower, and slowly moved closer, his lips were almost touching his skin, and he blew.

"Feel sorry......"

Humans always choose physical contact, patting, hugging, or kissing when comforting or comforting others.So Reed followed his own feelings, hugged Jason, and touched the wound he had just bitten open with a soft kiss.

Jason took another breath.He really couldn't hold on anymore.

Does it hurt that much?Reed's confused brain didn't stop thinking, he thought, human beings are so fragile.

He tilted his head, and kissed Jason's neck softly, with a sense of comfort, and then strayed all the way, he kissed Jason's Adam's apple.

The skin against his lips moved.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Jason tore the person off himself, pressed him on the bed, and asked through gritted teeth.

Reed: "..." dizzy, nauseous, uncomfortable, and a little bit stretched.

From his messy memory, he pulled out a paragraph of what Weber said to him a few years ago——

"...Don't drink any more in the future, do you hear me, can't you drink enough black tea? Alcohol is not a good thing, so you're in trouble..."

Reed could think of his friend's brow lines getting deeper and deeper day by day from this tone, and couldn't help but let out a guilty confession, "I won't drink anymore."

What's the use of regretting?You are already drunk.Jason's face darkened.

"Let go of me."

Reed shook his head, his soft black hair was messed up by him rubbing against the pillow, and looked at him with wide eyes, "Sleep."

Still sleep ass.Jason rolled his eyes.

Thanks to you, I am mentally weak now, from my brain to my body, everything is full of energy.

Reed moved and bent one leg. He was wrapped under Jason's body, which was uncomfortable.

"Huh," Jason's face froze, and Reed felt that he had bumped into something. He glanced down, with a doubtful tone, "Are you up?"

"So, let me go." Jason said stiffly, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, telling himself to calm down.

Reed said softly, "I'll help you..."

"Hold."

Jason swears, and then his head spins. When he opens his eyes again, he has been pinned down on the bed by the magician.

Reed looked down at him, cupped his cheeks in his hands, and bowed his head.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Jason asked, feeling Reed sitting on his abs. "Let go, I don't need it!"

Reed whispered back, "Oh..."

Their foreheads were pressed against each other, their breaths blended together, and their bodies smelled like the body wash that Reed bought yesterday.

Jason held his breath unconsciously. When the tip of his nose touched, the person on his body closed his eyes and fell softly beside him, breathing evenly in his ear.

Fell asleep?

Jason: "...fuck."

Staring at the ceiling, he took a few deep breaths.

Fortunately, hold on.

Reed was woken up by the sound of birds chirping outside the window. The curtains were not drawn last night, and the light came in through the patterns on the curtains.

It was a little bright, he turned over and wanted to continue to sleep, and then twisted a bit, his head began to hurt dizzily again.

..........Won't drink again.

Alcohol is gut-piercing poison.

Reed wrapped himself in the quilt, feeling like he had forgotten something.

Ten minutes later, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Yesterday he got drunk and was taken to his room to sleep...During this period, he uttered wild words to his current roommate...The severity, no matter which one can be called sexual harassment up.

Reed: "......."

I better still be in the dream.

He pinched his hand.

it hurts.

The phone next to the pillow rang "buzzing", he reached out to touch it, and answered the phone dumbly.

"Webber, what's the matter?"

"I found something," the person on the other end asked. "What's wrong with your voice?"

Reed got out of bed to look for slippers, feeling dizzy. He looked at the autumn leaves blown by the strong wind outside the window, "It might be a small cold. What did you find out?"

"About that curse," came the sound of paper flipping over there, "have you ever thought about being possessed by ghosts?"

Reed frowned, and denied it without even thinking about it, "Impossible, Gotham doesn't have a single undead."

"Isn't it strange that there is not even a single undead in a city?" Weber said, "What's more, necromancer magic is driven by the magic power left in the corpse, and the resentment and death energy of those dead in hell can also be suppressed." Collected by magic summons."

Reed went down the stairs to find a drink of water. Jason's room door was still closed, and he might not be up yet. "You mean, someone wants to use his body as a container? What's the use?"

"You said before that this curse will slowly devour his will?"

"......If his mind is completely swallowed, he will become a gate to hell and the world that can be connected at any time..." Reed murmured, "They want to out of hell..."

"I'm not sure about this, but if this is the case, the consequences will be serious..." Weber paused, "Exorcism is not my specialty, you should know who to go to."

He responded in a low voice, and poured the warm water from the kettle into the glass.

There is a difference between the creatures in hell and evil spirits. Evil spirits are born of resentment and hatred. No matter how dirty and ugly they are, they also belong to the category of 'spirits'. Demons are different. They feed on 'spirits', including but not Restricted to evil spirits, spirits and humans.

Anything involving demons will inevitably become troublesome.

"What are you thinking?" Jason asked behind him.

Reed was warming up the sandwiches he made yesterday, and he was a little absent-minded. The embarrassment of the morning was completely forgotten by him, and he was very depressed at the moment, "Show me your hands."

Jason stretched out his hand, the five wounds didn't get deeper or bigger, they were still shallow, with black smoke floating like special effects, "Do you have any strange feeling?"

"No." Jason shook casually, and broke away from Reed's hand without leaving any traces. Now that he is in physical contact with him, he will always think about what happened last night, and the skin he touches feels hot. ,"I feel very good."

"...yesterday, sorry, I thought beer wouldn't make you drunk." Reed turned his head to stare at the microwave, not daring to meet his eyes.

Most people really don't get drunk after drinking beer, Jason thought, he smiled and said casually, "It's okay, I made you drink it, and I'm responsible."

Reed's ears flushed again.

The microwave dinged, and Reed took out the sandwich and stuffed it into his hand, and walked away without looking back.

"I'll get you medicine, drink it before going out."

The sandwich was warm. Jason lowered his head and took a bite. It tasted good, and the lettuce was crispy and sweet, so he swallowed the phrase 'only going out this afternoon'.

It's just a matter of time to solve the things that were sorted out yesterday.

After he cleaned up the mess yesterday, he ran to find the entrance to the basement.

Because this place is a bit remote, he doesn't come often, so he doesn't put too many things.He put away the tracking and monitoring equipment and some weapons, and put them in a more secretive place that is not easy to find.He packed up books and clothes and threw them on the motorcycle in the yard. The remaining big bed...he assembled it himself.

Keep it, I can't take it away anyway, just take it as a little advice to Mr. Magician - Gotham is a dangerous place, be careful not to be stolen.

After finishing things, he originally wanted to go back to his room to sleep. When he passed by Reed's room, he glanced at it. The quilt he had tucked in before he left had slipped to the floor. Cold wind was blowing in from the window, and the person on the bed was huddled. Beside the bed, the hem of the pajama pants was rolled up high, stuck in the calf position, revealing a section of fair skin.

He went up to close the window, stooped to pick up the quilt, and put it back on Reed.The drunk man didn't know what he was raving about, he hugged the quilt uneasily, frowned and turned over.

The moonlight stretched his shadow very long.Gotham at night is quiet and gloomy, with dark gray and dark blue covering everything, and the darkness seems to be rolling, swallowing up the order in the reinforced concrete city bit by bit.From the window of the room, you can see far away, where there are flickering psychedelic lights, which are the vitality of the city, lonely but bright.

His eyes were blank and bewildered.