A retired magician raises a bucket daily

After realizing that the curse had something to do with the demons, Reid opened the Greek "Origin of Magic" again.

"...The place where the evil reaches is the source... If you want to connect to hell, you must first go to hell..." A thought popped up in his heart It was an incredible idea, but it was rejected by him immediately.

Reed took out his phone and looked through the address book, and finally found a name at the bottom.

He pondered for a while, pressed the name, and dialed it.

The call "Didi" rang a few times, and a mechanical female voice came, "Sorry, the number you dialed is not within the service area, please try again later—"

Reed hung up the phone, thought about it, edited a text message and sent it.

-Where are you, there is something urgent, I saw the message back.

The message was sent. Of course, considering that the recipient was probably still wandering in a weird area with no signal, Reed didn't think he would reply to the message soon.

Today's weather is good, there is no rain, and the sky is not overcast. Although there is still no sun, but in Gotham, this is considered a very good weather.

Reed decided to go out and buy a car, and then go to the pharmacy in Chinatown to buy some necessary medicinal materials. Jason's potion should be improved.

Jason drove his own scooter, passed by a path that few people walked, and drove to another safe house of his own.

He walked into the room with a large bag of clothes and books.

"Hello, invaded home." He pressed the light.

The sound of a funny talk show came from the TV.He and the red-haired youth lying on his sofa happily eating snacks looked at each other.

"Hey, Jackie!" Roy Harper greeted, popping a potato chip into his mouth.

"I thought...you and Starfire were on a honeymoon?" Jason frowned, staring at Roy who made his room messy. The last time they met was about three months ago?

"The princess and I have been arguing for the past two days."

"It's really rare." Jason said lightly. Ever since these two people got together, they were as sweet as conjoined twins. Even if they quarreled, Roy would quickly show weakness. He really knew how to make a girl happy. , "Don't spill the snacks on the sofa, I don't want to see bugs growing here."

Roy poured the remaining potato chips into his mouth, squeezed the plastic packaging, and threw it into the trash can, "Don't talk about that, I have a job here, do you want to take it?"

He turned off the TV, lifted his long legs from the arm of the sofa, turned around and sat on it, his red hair curled up, and gestured to Jason, "There's so much reward!"

"..." Jason put the salute in the corner, and asked compromisingly, "Tell me specifically, what are you going to do?"

It's not that he lacks money, it's just that people give too much.

Who has trouble with money :)

"You don't go to bed, and you want to go out at night?" After the two of them discussed the plan together, after finishing the takeaway, Jason was about to leave. Roy asked suspiciously, "I haven't seen each other for so long, don't drink with my brother?" A cup?"

He stood in the porch, carrying his red hood, and put his guns into the holsters on his thighs, as if the safe house was not under his name.Jason didn't tell Roy the truth that he was going to live with another cohabitant, and said succinctly, "Don't drink in my room, and leave tomorrow morning."

Roy thought Jason was going to be a midnight vigilante again - the kind that directly gives people physical relief.

"You Gotham people are so weird." Roy turned on the TV, folded his hands behind his head, and said lazily, not planning to go to the bar anymore.

When he was partnering with Ye Yi before, Ye Yi also had this habit.

He swayed his legs, and changed his words, "You guys in the Bat family are very strange." After speaking, he glanced at the door.

Fortunately, Jason has already gone out, otherwise the two of them might have a fight because of this sentence.

Then Roy heard an explosion in the distance. This was the third explosion he heard after arriving in Gotham today.

Yes, the folk customs are simple and honest, very Gotham.

Roy thought, do the criminals here take turns clocking in for work?How about playing a turn-based game with Batman?So fucking sick.

A black Land Rover off-road.

Jason saw it when he parked in the yard. The model is very handsome and the price is not low.

He opened the door with the key, the lights in the hall were on, the lights on the second floor were on, and the lights in the room were on, but he didn't see anyone.

Jason sighed, this is also a young master who doesn't know the sufferings of the world.

He lived in Crime Alley since he was a child, and his parents died one after another. He can only support himself by stealing, digging through trash cans, and doing odd jobs to support himself. Rent, water and electricity can be saved as much as possible.

When he was first adopted by Bruce Wayne, a rich man, he was almost stunned by the extravagant way of spending money. For several years, he was not used to the magnificent hall of Wayne's house, and Batman's daily disposable Batmobile.This also led to him being the only Robin who didn't learn the essence of extravagance and waste.

"You're back." Reed poked his head out of the room, looked him over quickly, confirmed that there was no missing arm or leg, and returned to the room.Then he came out with a bottle of red potion.

"I prepared a new medicine," Reed handed it to Jason with a smile, "it's sweet with added sugar."

"Drink now?" Jason asked, he had already drank once before going out in the morning.

"Try the taste." Reed said, and rolled up the sleeve of Jason's left hand. The black mist didn't seem to fade at all, but it got darker.

Jason's fingers twitched, but he didn't shake Reed away. The magician's fingers were soft and slightly cool, and when they touched his skin lightly, he felt a shivering sensation. He suddenly felt his throat was very dry, so he drank half of the bottle of potion.

It's strawberry flavored.

Like some kind of children's fever medicine he'd been given when he was very young.

He was half a head taller than Reed, and when he lowered his head, he could clearly see his fluffy, soft hair and long, slender eyelashes.

"It's delicious, thank you."

Reed raised his head to look at him, smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly, his eyelashes drooped like a fan, thick and dense, and the lights in the room were gathered in the light amber, which looked particularly sweet.

Jason's tongue was on the palate, and the sweetness of the strawberry flavor still lingered on the tip of his tongue.

He suddenly had a strange idea, he wanted to kiss those eyes.

"Why are you polite, I troubled you yesterday." His voice was clear and clear, which made people feel comfortable, very similar to the voice of the male anchor of the classic radio that Jason loved to listen to when he was in school.

"How old are you?" Jason asked, he looked very young, occasionally exuding a kind of naive delicacy, only when he frowned and didn't speak, did he appear mature and reliable.

"I'm 27." Reed took the medicine bottle in his hand and walked towards the room, his voice came over slowly, "I was a lecturer in school for several years, and now I quit my job."

27?But he looks about the same age as Drake.Jason thought, Alfred will come out and explain whether you have added hormones to the meals at Wayne's.

In the end, Jason attributed this to the fact that vampires have good looks.

Haven't you seen all the literature about vampires, no matter how old they are, they look young, handsome, beautiful and glamorous?

Jason took off the leather jacket and put it on his arm, followed Reed to the door of the room, leaned against the door frame and said, "I have to go out for business tomorrow, so I have to stay in another city for two nights."

"Then I'll make some more medicine for you. Remember to drink it, boy." Reid rummaged through the cabinet and took out several glass bottles.

Jason raised his eyebrows, "Do you know how old I am?"

"I'm a magician." Reid snorted.He used magic to detect Jason's body when he was in a coma. In addition to showing the wound on his body, the magic also told him the physical state of the wounded.

21 years old, 1 meter 83.

Hell, are all boys in America this big?

He filled all four glass bottles, handed them to Jason, and said, "Don't forget, I brought you an extra bottle, drink it if you feel something wrong."

Jason twirled the small bottle, which was covered with white label paper, and "Cure 2.0" was written with a dark blue pen. Jason hooked the corners of his lips and said in a good mood, "Thank you."

At three o'clock in the morning, everything was quiet.

Reed fell into a deep sleep, and the screen of the phone next to the pillow suddenly lit up, and a call came in, the phone vibrated a few times, and then hung up.

Then it was still the same number, and hung up before the ringtone rang.

The phone was quiet for a while, and the screen lit up again, showing that a text message had been received.