K-type Mage

Yuanshen's convenience store is in a good location, with convenient transportation and a wide view. You can see the moat a few miles away.

When the sky was twilight, Yuan Shen managed to lift his spirits up, took a pen and paper and began to draw the chaotic breath he had noticed at a certain time in the middle of the night.

That is the breath of Nyarlathotep Tip.

After a while, he dropped his pen irritably, and he didn't know which unlucky ghost was spotted. Judging from the concentration of elements-the soul was gone.

That idiot really likes to do this kind of thing.He put away the pen and paper and decided to go out.

A thin golden dawn leaps out of the sky, the sun is about to shine on this world again, the darkness slowly recedes, and the shadows are also dyed with a layer of cool waves.

Diet is actually not necessary for projection, but he still sticks to the human routine, thinking deeply about going for a walk, skipping breakfast. After all, the reason why he himself is irritable is because he guessed what Naiya's idiot will do .

What is important for the traverser who is being watched?

memory.

He walked slowly across the street and came to Gotham's moat, quietly gazing at the golden river surface soaked by the rising sun, thinking of the past.

After [Yuen] died, the traveler who was on the verge of collapse temporarily left everything before, and followed legends and miracles to the city of the dead in the wind and sand.

It is the entrance to the world after death, barren and dead, and not a single blade of grass grows, but those who come can see the joy of retaining their own life.

Beautiful hallucinations can paralyze people's minds and stop the living from rushing towards the dead.

The sun was rising and the sun was shining. He was in a daze watching this scene, recalling what happened to him in that city.

...Ah, it is the golden color that the traverser almost indulges in, full of happiness and happiness.

Across the river Styx that divides life and death—

The City of the Dead opens its doors to the living in search of the dead.

*

Jason Todd was lying on the bed. After various tests in the Batcave, it was confirmed that there was no damage to the body, including the brain.

So he looks like he's asleep, but he's actually asleep...?

——Everyone in the Bat family didn't believe it.

Several people who hadn't slept all night gathered together, and the atmosphere was oppressive and low.

The bat computer made a beep, and Batman raised his eyes to look at the screen, which showed the central area where the continuous death incidents that did not end last night gathered.

Even though he was worried about his unconscious adopted son, he intuitively sensed something was wrong when he saw the area marked in red.

——The convenience store that I went through during the night watch is there.

Unfamiliar Asian faces, foreigners, and newly opened convenience stores.

He looked serious.

"Little Wing is still lying on the bed..." Dick scratched his hair in anger and frustration, and said, "I just want to say that there was nothing wrong when I found him."

The thoughtful Batman caught the flash of inspiration and said, "Tim, how long has that convenience store been open?"

Tim was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on the area marked in red, a little puzzled, and he quickly answered: "Half a month..."

What did he realize.

The death cases in the first half of the month were too scattered, but in the second half of the month, just like the display on the bat computer, the red area was the center of the contraction instead of spreading.

The convenience store is right there.

This is the only difference.

He recalled the store manager he met last night—or maybe the part-time cashier—and found that the other person's face seemed so ordinary that he couldn't remember it.Even if it's just a one-sided relationship, it's impossible to forget it so quickly, and if he didn't recall it now, he wouldn't realize it at all.

The vigilantes in Bludhaven looked at them blankly, but they knew about the continuous death cases in Gotham in the past month: "Does it have anything to do with the current situation of Little Wing?"

"..."

The Batcave fell silent again.

Not sure.

"It's already morning." The butler's voice sounded, "Don't let me remind you." He smiled gently, even though he was also worried about Jason, "Breakfast is on the table."

Batman contacted the magician Zatanna last night, but maybe it was jet lag, but he still couldn't get in touch.

Just at this time, the bat computer was sent a communication application. ——No, it's not a request for a call, but a message that was typed in haste and has grammatical errors.

[Outland gods invade the earth, humans, and monsters, be careful.Find the human named "Yuan". 】

Batman sat back down again.

……

Jason Todd is currently in the process of refreshing the worldview.

"Where is this place—" He widened his eyes in disbelief, the empty streets were reflected in his eyes, but there were the sounds of living people moving in his ears, like a lively market, "Sound?"

"...Voice. That's it," Minamoto repeated incomprehensibly. "People who came back from the dead... no wonder they can cross that bridge." He smiled at the young man whose pupils narrowed as he pointed it out. Laughing, "This is the city of the dead, and the living who come here will see what their hearts desire most."

Jason was taken aback.After listening carefully, those voices were indeed mixed with familiar voices, but they were vaguely inaudible.

"You are special, so you can only hear voices." Yuan explained patiently, "What's more, this city only welcomes my arrival."

"...what did you see?"

Call it an offensive temptation.

"Everything I cherish and hope for." The black-haired young man replied, "But none of it can match the best friend I lost." He seemed to think of that person, his eyes slightly bent, his smile was gentle and tender, the previous gloom and Indifference is also hidden under it, "I'm very nervous and worried now. So I want to talk to you."

...You don't look nervous or worried at all.However, is this the reason why he can be so calm?It's such a subtle thoughtfulness that people don't know what to say.Jason thought silently, and nodded his face: "I did die once before." After soaking in the water of Lazarus Pool, I came back to life again.

But something is still wrong.He asked the exit: "Do you know Orpheus?"

Yuan calmly said: "...it sounds familiar, is it Greek mythology?"

really.He couldn't help showing a smile under the mask: "Let's not suspect that this is an illusion. Are you from Earth?"

"...Well." Yuan nodded, without stopping. He looked at the young man beside him, changed his original direction, and led him into an empty room—once he didn't miss those illusions, he would The smoke cleared—picked a chair and sat down.

"I've been in this world for over 200 years."

Travelers over two hundred years old have never seen the same kind before, but they just met one here... Something is obviously wrong.Some kind of strange feeling of being watched and the incongruity of intuition made him already have a guess about his current situation.

——Everything that "Red Hood" encounters at this moment, together with the source itself, are just phantoms of the past.

So why does "Red Hood" appear in the phantom with the time traveler as the main character?

Either the future traveler did it himself, or some spicy chicken did it on purpose.

Jason blinked, and almost reached out to rub his ears: "200 years? Did I hear correctly?"

"That's right." Yuan laughed, "I don't think you remember the reason why you are here. But if you wake up, you will probably see me in the future." He put his hand up, "A little, a little regretful. "

"...To be honest, I don't understand what you mean at all." Jason said, "Aren't you going to find your best friend?"

"Give up." The traverser sighed, "If I take you there, no matter what I do, I will be seen by the black hands behind the scenes." He took out a piece of hard paper from his sleeve, and looked at it with a dazed expression. Looking at the two portraits above.

For a moment, Jason thought that the other party wanted to pass the paper over, but in fact, he just took it back and looked at him gently: "You should wake up."

"...The progress is really fast." Jason said, "The people behind the scenes didn't expect you to do this, did they?"

I always feel that I have skipped a lot of things, and standard American popcorn movies can fast-forward the plot critically.

The young-looking black-haired youth just smiled.

Consciousness gradually dimmed, and he vaguely remembered that Jason, who seemed to have a sense of vision, was trying hard to remember the other party's face. He didn't quite understand the other party's previous words, but he vaguely sensed the ominousness that symbolized fate.

"...Will you turn back?" He asked a final question.

Will you turn your back on the dead "Eurydice"?

"...Of course not." Yuan replied softly.

Jason completely lost consciousness.

Yuan faced the empty room with a troubled expression on his face.

"Why... use a husband and wife as a metaphor for a close friend? This kind of wonderful analogy and symbolic words are really inappropriate at any time." He expressed his truest thoughts.