A retired magician raises a bucket daily

"Go out?"

One day when both of them were at home, Jason sat on the sofa and suddenly asked Reed.

"where to?"

"Anywhere."

The spring breeze is no longer as expected, and Reed's remote old house has also completed renovations. However, after that, the government allocated money to repair the potholed road, and it is estimated that they will not be able to move back until the second half of the year.

Reed paused for a moment, remembering the last few times he had left the topic, "Are you okay here in Gotham?"

"Well, recently Superman has been running to Gotham every day... the old bat is also very healthy, and Xiaohong will take a shift with Connor to patrol once a week," Jason said, raising the cat in his hand, "afternoon devil cub will come and take her away."

"How long are you going to go out?" Reed pinched the white cat's paw.

In the past two days, Damian has often come to their house. It seems that he has quarreled with Bruce. He always comes here angrily, has a fight with Jason, and then eats a meal made by Reed. Reluctantly parting from the cat, Jason suspected that it was just for food.

"I don't know." Jason turned to look at him, his eyes sparkling, he looked more like a cat than the cat in his arms, "Go? Go? Didn't you propose it in the first place!"

That was all last year. Although Reid thought about it later, he didn't ask Jason because he was so busy every day.

Reed looked at him, rolled his eyes and smiled: "Okay, then I'll fix things."

Friday, April [-], cloudy.

Virginia.

The weather in Gotham today is not good, it is cloudy and rainy - it can't be said that it is not good, this is the normal level of Gotham, but not long ago, the consecutive sunny days were like a dream, and in a blink of an eye they were trapped again. In the water.

The city of Gotham is located along the east coast, and they are now planning to drive across the entire United States to Seattle in the west.

Not long after the car drove out of Gotham, the sun could be seen, and the big burning ball was on top of the black clouds, and the warm light was shining on the wasteland in front of it.

Jason found a free map from the car company. He changed the radio station and held up the map to look at the soft blues music.

Reed sat in the co-pilot and tilted his head to look, "Will you get lost?"

Jason's car has been modified by him, and he has changed all the redundant devices. There is currently no display screen navigation-they don't usually use that.

"Then look at the GPS when you get lost." Jason said vaguely, biting the cap of the oil-based pen, while circling the place he wanted to go on the map, "Going to Seattle to listen to the symphony?"

"Hmm—is it still punk?" Reed recalled that there seemed to be no suits among the clothes he stuffed into the trunk in the morning, and they were all shirts, T-shirts and slacks.

"Alright." Jason finally drew a five-pointed star on Seattle, folded up the map and stuffed it in the front cabinet of the car, and stepped on the clutch.

Generally speaking, classic American road movies are inseparable from cigarettes, violence and sex.

The gun is kept within easy reach, the cartridges are enough, the condom lubricant and the snacks are thrown together, and you can dig it out with your hand-except that the two of them are currently quitting smoking, so those movies are haunted. The white smoke and tobacco smell are replaced by various fruit-flavored lollipops.

The radio station that originally played blues also unknowingly turned into rock, and the male voice mixed between electric guitar and bass shouted:

[So just let me life! 】

[I got the lust of life! 】

[I'm going to play is it style! 】

Reed pulled down the sun visor and stared aimlessly at the wasteland that hurriedly passed by outside the car window.There are many abandoned roads near Gotham. Due to various external force majeure and previous explosions, they have been horribly messed up, and now they are full of weeds.

"There are still a lot of homeless people around here." Several brightly colored tents flashed through Reed's eyes.

"Those people used to be Gotham people," Jason said without looking sideways. "They went bankrupt, owed debts, killed people... Anyway, they couldn't get along there, and they couldn't stay in other cities for a few days. It’s all gathered in this place.”

"But Gotham is much better now than before." Reed whispered, "Although unpleasant things are still happening, it is always moving in a good direction."

Jason was silent for a while, "But superheroes can't save a country."

"Really?" Reed stuffed a candy into his mouth, squinting his eyes in the wind that came in from the car window.

"But 'heroes' carry a spark of hope."

Because I went out late, the car barely found a small town before the sunset set on the distant horizon. The sign standing at the corner has been polished by wind and sand for several years, and the letters on it can't be seen clearly, but fortunately, this place is local There are a lot of pubs and cheap motels, and the streets are full of backpackers with different skin colors and coming from nowhere.

"It's possible to go to Metropolis and New York to pass through here." Jason turned the steering wheel to park the car, "Desperados only go to Gotham."

It's also why tourism in Gotham is so bleak.

The proprietress of the motel was standing not far from the parking space. Reed pressed the window and asked her if there was any room left.

The woman was holding a cigarette, and her blue eyeshadowed eyes were scrutinizing. She passed their faces before she nodded slowly, "Single room, double room? Outsider?"

"Double," after Jason stopped the car, Reed took out two driver's licenses from the front box, jumped out of the car and handed them to the proprietress, "From Gotham."

The driver's license is of course fake. Jason has a bunch of people with different identities, unless it is necessary, such as leaving a message to Entertainment Weekly. The rest of the time, the Wayne family uses fake names and fake IDs when they go out. It can be said It is the ultimate in knowing and breaking the law.

The proprietress glanced at it, and then returned the driver's license to Reed, "Come with me."

She was wearing stiletto heels, and she could walk like flying on the uneven yellow land. When she pushed open the door of the tavern, the doll hanging by the door shouted "Welcome!" , Singing into "We, We, Welcome!" The woman took a ballpoint pen that was dying of ink and recorded in the notebook-Jason Barrow and Reed Parker-after the two pseudonyms, throwing Get a key with a number on it.

Of course, the environment of a cheap hotel with [-] dollars a night will not be much better. Reed and Jason did not have high expectations from the beginning. After checking whether the room was clean and safe, they left the simple luggage in the In the room, I went to the nearby tavern to find something to eat.

The tavern was cleaned fairly neatly, and the air was filled with the smell of overcooked beef being stewed.

People cheered with beer mugs, the two of them had a good meal, and before the end, the TV in the tavern began to broadcast the NFL (American Professional Football League), and the Patriots won another game after three years. The drunks in a tavern all stood up and booed, laughing and joking as if they had already won the Super Empty Bowl championship.

Reed and Jason were pushed to the bar by the cheerful crowd, and a glass of cold whiskey was stuffed in their hands. Someone shouted from the back that the boss treats guests today, so the drunks' ooye sounded together, and there were glasses everywhere. With the sound of plastic bottles colliding, Jason squeezed over to help Reed change to a non-alcoholic drink.

"Sit a little longer?" Jason asked, leaning his head into Reed's ear.

"Go back later." Reed took a sip of non-alcoholic juice, frowned because of the overly sweet taste, and pulled a high chair from the side.

Jason was entangled by a few strange enthusiastic drunks, and was forced to swallow a few glasses of beer. Reed turned his head and chatted with the passengers next to him. From the NFL to the Champions League, he didn't know where the drunks were lying After listening to the whole thing, he suddenly sat up and yelled "HalaMadrid! (Come on, Real Madrid!)", and someone on the other side shouted "ForcaBarca! (Long live Barcelona!)", so before the scene turned into a century-old feud , Reed and Jason quickly settled the money and sneaked out.

The street was cool in late spring, it was about midnight, and the street was still very lively, a kind of noise rarely seen in Gotham. Filled the streets triumphantly.The two of them wobbled back side by side.

Reed didn't drink well, and didn't even drink. After being kissed with alcohol for a long time, he began to feel a little dizzy, and he stuffed himself back into the motel before both of them fell down on the street.

Saturday, April [-], sunny.

Missouri.

Already on the way from the east to the west, the change of climate could be felt, the clouds were getting higher and the light was getting stronger and stronger.

When they woke up in the morning, they could almost have lunch. After packing their luggage and coming out of the room, Jason was still a little dizzy. As if a glass of iced wine could make him drunk, Jason lay in the back of the car, although the back seat was too crowded for his height, he could only prop one leg under it and the other bent , pulling a leather jacket and covering it casually.

Reed was driving on US Interstate 70, surrounded by a vast and yellow land with no border in sight, and in front of him were distant hazy mountains and a sky so blue that it seemed to melt the clouds.

The map was spread out on the co-pilot's seat, and he occasionally turned his head to look at it, but there was no sign passing by for a long time, and Reed was a little unclear about their current location.

The off-road vehicle just moved forward, kept moving forward, and left those unchanging scenery behind.

Jason raised his hand and fumbled down the rear window a little, hearing the whirring sound of the wind being cut.

Today's music station is playing country music, the deep male voice mixed with the soft guitar sound, blown out by the wind, and landed on the yellow land.

It’s really strange to see Americans in this way. They always aim to make a name for themselves in places like Wall Street and Silicon Valley, but the music still retains the rural atmosphere and childhood dreams.

Jason turned his head, and his eyes fell on Reed's pale fingers on the steering wheel. After a while, he moved to the strings of decorations hanging under the rearview mirror. The small bells would jingle when the car was up and down. , a few pieces of clear jade were crackling and bumping into each other—these were all bought and given away when he and Reid went shopping, and they were usually not needed, and they didn’t want to lose them, so they were all tied in the car.

The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated at this moment. Jason sighed, bit the candy in his mouth, and took out the phone to answer the call.

The caller ID was the ex-partner who had been out with his girlfriend for more than half a year. Jason noticed that the phone was not charged yesterday, and now the power was in danger, so he sat up while answering the phone, and leaned forward from the front cabinet. Flip the data cable inside.

"Hello, Jaybird!" Roy's happy voice came from the other end of the phone, "Are you in Gotham? We're here to play with you!"

"Outside," Jason pulled the data cable over and connected it to the phone, and took out a big apple. Regardless of whether it was washed or not, he rubbed it on the soft white inside and ate it, "Recently Not in Gotham."

"Why-what-ah-I and Starfire are almost in Gotham," Roy said in a long voice, "Is it a mission? Have you joined the Justice League, or the Titans?"

"Unfortunately, none," Jason sneered, biting an apple, "just going out to play for a few days."

"With Reed?" Roy moved the phone away and said something to Xinghuo, "Where are you going, it's more fun to date four people!"

The car slowed down, and there was a temporary gas station in front of it. Although it looked dilapidated, there were still a few cars parked around in twos and threes, so it should be still usable.

"Get some gas, and go buy some food?" Reed asked him in a low voice, Jason nodded and gestured, indicating that he was going to buy something.

The staff at the gas station put the oil gun in, and Jason leaned against the side of the car and continued talking on the phone with Roy, "I like the world of two, so don't bother me."

"Hmph, then you're going to lose us!" Roy said threateningly.

The heavy smell of gasoline enveloped Jason tightly. Standing at the rear of the car, he could see Reed's elbow resting on the window. The white arms after rolling up the sleeves were so shiny in the sun, Jason licked his dry lips, "Losing is losing, baby Luo, hang up, we will get together when we come back."

He picked several packs of potato chips and biscuits from the store in the gas station, took four bottles of energy drinks from the freezer, and paid the bill with two large boxes of mineral water.

"So much?" Those that couldn't fit in the trunk were put in the car. Reed glanced back and raised his eyebrows.

Jason twisted a bottle of drink for Reed, "Maybe we will pass through no-man's land later, and there will be a desert or something. It's always right to bring more water."

"Oh." Reed stretched his waist and held up the map to look at, "We are still so far away from the next town."

He compared the length of his fingers to Jason, and said, "It's still so - far away from the city, is there a place to rest on the way?"

Jason opened the co-pilot's door and sat down. He said nonchalantly, "I'll sleep on the road if I don't meet you. Didn't you say that you want to wear the stars and wear the moon?"

He pulled out his sunglasses and put them on for himself, and smiled at Reed, "It's not bad, it sounds much quieter than the hotel yesterday."

The two of them lay dizzy in the hotel yesterday, took a brief shower and fell asleep wrapped in blankets.

In the second half of the night, the person sleeping next door was recruiting prostitutes, and the battle was fierce. For several hours, the two of them were so annoyed that their sleep quality plummeted, and they had to sleep until the sun was up.

So until the sun was about to be swallowed by the horizon, they did not find a place to live.They drove the car off the road and parked in the gravel beach on the side.

Witnessing the rising and setting of the sun in a vast place is a very spectacular sight, like sparks splashing out, the blue sky is mottled and shining with burning, everything is red, even the distant green mountains, withered yellow The grass, the gray and black dead branches, but they all looked like fiery red at the moment, so blatantly so that Reid was stunned for a few seconds, and after a while it seemed that he was almost burnt by fire, Startled, he took out the SLR camera from the bag in the back seat.

"Jay! Jay, look!" He tilted his body to show Jason the picture captured by the camera in his hand, but when he raised his head, he got a close kiss.

When his eyes closed, they enveloped the last rays of the setting sun.

Sunday, April [-], changed from sunny to cloudy.

Kansas, 3:00pm.

They finally arrived in the city in the afternoon, and the car was switched to Jason again. There was a big traffic jam ahead, and Reed wore his seat belt and tilted his head to feel the breeze blowing at 5 mph in the bustling city.

The car stopped and started, and Reed looked at the red marks on Jason's neck, licked his teeth unconsciously, and asked him, "Are you hungry?" Snacks are never enough.

Jason lay on the steering wheel, staring at the flashing brake lights and movement tracks of the vehicle in front of him like a big lazy cat, "It's a bit... what about you?"

"I'm fine." It's all due to the swaying stars, the crisp breeze, the faint chirping of insects, the absurd sex and Jason's good-smelling blood last night. He doesn't feel hungry at all now, except——

"But I want to take a shower." Reed said that they almost wasted half a box of mineral water yesterday.

"Stay in a hotel today and have a good meal," Jason said.

"I have to go to the bank to get some money - those gas stations only accept cash, and they don't even use POS machines." They only walked a third of the way, and they will encounter many gas stations, which will cost a lot of money. cash.

Opposite the hotel is a large commercial street, department store, pet supply store, furniture decoration store, large Chinese music restaurant... Anyway, they have everything they want. They wanted to withdraw the money before the bank closed, but they were waiting for the banknote inspection at Reed and Jason. While the machine was counting the money, a group of masked men in black suddenly walked in outside the bank gate, knocked the security guard unconscious with three or two knocks, pulled down the anti-theft rolling door, and raised the gun in his hand.

"Don't move around! Shut up - shut up the fuck, I'll shoot anyone who makes a sound! Go squat there!"

They have a clear division of labor. There are two people who threaten bank customers with guns, one who guards the gate, and two people who hold big bags and instruct the front desk people to put money into it.

Reed and Jason looked at each other, did not act rashly, and squatted obediently in the corner. Today is Sunday, and there are many people in the bank. Besides the office workers, there are many children and old people.

The man at the head was wearing black clothes, but it could still be seen that he had a strong figure—that was already a very strong physique, and it didn't look like a human being could have it at all.

"Don't be inked! Hurry up and pretend—!" The other party's voice was also very loud, with the end sound like the roar of a wild animal.

Reed moved a little towards Jason without showing any signs, and said angrily, "They are all mutants."

Jason nodded, his eyes never leaving the few people walking around with guns. He carried a weapon on his body. It would not be difficult for him to deal with five people in other places, but there are too many ordinary people here. , They can be a hostage by just mentioning anyone.

The sirens were getting closer, and then the police shouted to the kidnappers in the bank outside the door.

A little boy next to Reed couldn't hold it back, and let out a low sob, which attracted the angry glaring of the man with the gun in front. Reed turned sideways and blocked the boy behind him, blocking the bloodshot horror eyes.

Fortunately, the police quickly attracted all their attention. Reed fumbled in his pocket and found a fruit-flavored candy. Said softly before the lips: "Don't worry, it will be over soon."

The eight or nine-year-old boy held the candy and looked up at him, sniffed, turned his head and whispered, "I'm not a child, so I don't want to eat candy."

Reed was overjoyed, and asked him, "Where are your family members? Did you come with adults?"

"I..." the boy glanced at the other side, "I came with Alice, her mother works here."

Reed noticed a little girl wearing a printed skirt on the other side not far from them. She squatted on the ground and covered her mouth with both hands. Tears filled her eyes, for fear that she would cry out loud. Become a dead soul under a bullet.

"Beast mutants." Jason concluded, "The leading man should be a tiger with strong explosive power. These are leopards with relatively fast speed. We must deal with them first, otherwise it will be troublesome to be held hostage. The one at the door is probably some kind of bird, maybe he can fly, but he's big and easy to aim."

The police are still shouting, telling them that they can ask for it, as long as the hostages are not harmed, they will be allowed to leave.

The mentally retarded can guess that this is to let them relax their vigilance, and the leader yells to prepare a car for them, otherwise they will kill a hostage every 10 minutes.

After he finished speaking, he fired a shot at the back, and the glass at the front desk shattered and fell to the ground. Reed pulled the boy into his arms in time, fearing that the glass shards would hurt him.

The crowd finally couldn't hold back their screams, the women cried with their heads in their hands, the children yelled, and the old man leaned against the glass tiles and panted heavily...

The boy also cried when he saw Alice, who was very close to the kidnapper, who was staring at her sullenly. The difference in size was so huge that it seemed to be able to swallow the little girl in one gulp. The boy struggled in Reed's arms Just a moment, "Alice—"

Jason covered his mouth. When the handsome man with short black hair looked over, he didn't know why the boy felt his beating heart suddenly eased, as if he had been given a booster at the most tense moment.

"Wait a little longer, it will be fine soon."

Jason tilted his head slightly, his posture was half squatting, his legs were gathering strength, as if he had heard some order and was about to rush forward.

Just when the policeman raised the horn outside the door, the white noise was blurred with the footsteps for a moment. The kidnappers didn't react, and even the boy didn't react. Jason and Reed had already appeared in front of them. behind.

The two men who threatened them with their guns just now were knocked out neatly. Before their bodies landed, the gun butts hit the other two people's faces hard, and the mutant was knocked unconscious Dazed, Jason kicked the gun into the corner before he could pull the trigger.

The leader roared, his soaring muscles almost tore through his clothes, Jason threw the fainted mutant aside, and was about to use his close combat skills to fight the opponent hand-to-hand, his strength was stronger than this mutant The vampire, who was several times bigger, had already grabbed the opponent's arm and threw it over his shoulder.

Before Jason could catch his breath, the opponent had already been thrown to the ground. He grabbed the gun he had just confiscated in his hand, and when he bent down to press the opponent's head, he still laughed: "Grass."

The crowd didn't know who said "saved" first, and after a few seconds of silence, they started to cheer as if they erupted.

Sunday, April [-]th.

Kansas, 6:10pm.

The police put handcuffs for mutants on the kidnappers. The policewoman was trying to appease some emotionally unstable people. They were going to call Jason and Reed to the police station to take notes. The rescued few Passers-by gathered around the policeman and recounted the scene just now, patting Jason on the shoulder and saying to him, "That's cool! Dude!"

Thank them for their help, and after checking the surveillance video, the police let them go.

"What are you looking for?" Jason was so hungry now, he just wanted to go to the restaurant to fill his stomach quickly, but found that Reed's head was turning around, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

"The one just now—ah, over there." Reed tugged at Jason's sleeve, and the little boy he met in the direction he pointed stood, while the girl in a printed skirt in front of him was sitting by the flower bed Wipe away tears.

Jason saw the little boy stretch out his hand clumsily, and handed the candy in front of the little girl.

"Don't cry..." the boy said carefully.

The girl choked, "But, but, I almost—"

"I will be as powerful as that big brother in the future, and I will become a superhero to protect you." The boy tore off the candy wrapper, and stuffed the round citrus-flavored candy into the girl's mouth, "So don't cry I promise, there will be no next time."

"Oh," Reed smiled, and walked away with Jason, "Heroes...everyone wants to be a hero."

He looked up at Jason, "Really?"

"..." Jason rubbed his stomach, not wanting to answer his question, and walked in the other direction first, "I'm hungry."

"Then what to eat? Steak? Pasta? Chinese food?" Reed trotted a few steps to catch up.

"Anything is fine, as long as it fills the stomach."

"Then go eat this—where shall we go tomorrow?"

"Just move forward."

Tonight is over and there will be tomorrow. Anyway, their journey has not yet reached the end, and the prelude to the heroic song has just been written, and the future is ahead.

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