When Chaoying meets Little Siren

Just a cardboard box.

Jason stopped, looked at the corner, and thought of those abandoned cats asking for adoption.

It should be a child, curled up in an abandoned cubicle in the corner of the alley, using old cardboard to build a small barrier to isolate the outside world.The lower end of the cardboard was saturated with dirty water and a hole was gnawed by a mouse.

His eyes were sharp, and he caught a glimpse of a skinny calf from inside.

Gotham and homeless kids, the combination doesn't sound like a surprise.Although Wayne Enterprises spends a large amount of money to support shelters, there are still places where the assistance cannot be reached. The ignorance and vigilance of the aided people about the assistance projects, or the level-by-level corruption of the decentralization of funds... There are too many reasons .Jason also didn't want to go into detail.

He squatted down and poked the calf with his fingers.

That calf retracted immediately.

A pair of wary eyes poked out from a gap above the cardboard.

Ah, still alive.Jason blinked, meeting his (or her?) eyes.

He had no intention of interfering with the orphan's living conditions, but the child didn't seem to be in a good condition, with obvious tiredness and irritability in his eyes.

It was as if he had just been abandoned, without even the basic ability to survive.

After all, what can cardboard block?Jason mused.

"Help me do things, I will cover food and housing, do you want to do it?" Jason said.

The kid just stared at him dullly and impatiently.

Jason wasn't a patient guy, and he didn't expect a response.

It is normal for street children to have thorns on their bodies, and he also came here like this.

He put down the plastic bag in his hand, picked and picked out three deli cans, a box of pizza and a bottle of Coke and put them on the floor.

Then he got up and left with a plastic bag of nothing but pumpkin and chickpeas.

There was the rustling sound of cardboard rubbing behind him, Jason kept walking, he was not in a good mood.

The next day Jason passed by this alley again, paying special attention to the cubicle. This time, the kid learned his lesson and filled the hole with waste paper.

He specially stepped on his footsteps to remind someone to pass by, but the cardboard did not move.

He went to learn to "knockknock" like knocking on the door. When the cardboard moved, the creatures behind the cardboard also moved in a panic.

Still with those vigilant eyes, like a cat, Jason even had the illusion of hearing the sound of purring.

Is this supposed to be fried hair?he thinks.

Today is milk and chicken burgers, hot chicken burgers, just bought and made fresh, the meaty aroma of the chicken itself is mixed with the special sauce, and the aroma of freshly cooked food bursts out after opening the seal of the box.

Jason heard the obvious swallowing sound.

His eyes were fixed on the chicken burger, and Jason was as persuasive as a kidnapper: "Do you want to stop thinking about it?"

While talking, he observed the child, and found that the child did not respond when he spoke.

This is just a guess on his part.

He knew even Gotham waifs couldn't do so badly.Unlike other places, many part-time shops in Gotham accept child labor. Even if they don’t work as child laborers, they can barely fill their stomachs if they are organized by ambitious people as begging tools, and they won’t shrink into cardboard anyway.

And this observation confirmed his conjecture.

deaf.Jason judged calmly.

If this kind of child is congenitally deaf and dumb, then the abandonment should also be abandoned at birth.

Therefore, the child was either acquired deaf-mute and was abandoned, or the family suffered a sudden change. The family did not teach him basic survival skills, so he could only stay away from the crowd and pick up garbage in this place to eat.

Contact special containment.

Think so.Just as Jason was about to take out the phone, he saw the child hesitantly lift the cardboard, glanced at him, moved out a little, and glanced at him again, as if he was afraid that he would repent or do something.

Jason stepped back a few steps knowingly to keep a distance, and put the phone back on hand.

The kid took the hamburger and swallowed it quickly with small mouthfuls restrainedly. It should be thanks to the bread that Jason left yesterday. He didn't look very hungry, but he was still choked and his face was flushed.

Jason went up and tore open the milk carton while he was not paying attention, and put it against his mouth. The child let go, ignoring the hamburger that fell on the floor, and gurgled down the carton of milk.

After drinking more than half of it, he let out a sigh of relief, blinked his eyes, and suddenly bit his lips, his eyes were filled with wet water.

It was only when the light was slightly better that Jason realized that they were a pair of very unique light green eyes.

At the same time, it is easy for him to judge that the child was probably separated from his family due to a sudden|accident. A child who has been neglected since childhood will not be so fragile, and will not be wronged by a box of milk. He has not eaten anything at first sight bitter.

He didn't cry in the end, judging by his skeleton, he was no more than 12 years old, and a boy of eleven or twelve years old should be sensible, crying and crying at every turn, like a woman.

[I hired you to do something, come with me? 】Jason than sign language.

After his resurrection, he was in a daze for a period of time, mentally aphasia, and became incoherent when he was excited, so he learned sign language by himself.I didn't expect that there would be a day when it would be useful again.

Living up to Jason's earnest hope, the child's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he stretched out his hand in a panic, but froze in mid-air, hesitating for a while before nodding.

【what do I need to do? 】

He gestured, a little hesitant.

Well.Jason thought hard.

【Cook? ] Jason hesitantly compared the four letters.

Anyway, just tidy up the child a little and send it to a special shelter, just find something to make do for the night.

【I can. 】He gestured, but didn't see the happy mood.

That's how things were discussed.

Obviously only twice.Jason walked ahead, lost in thought.

He deliberately slowed down his pace, turned his head and glanced at the little guy with bright eyes who tucked his thumb and index finger around the corner of his clothes and followed him step by step.

He thought, how can there be an illusion of feeding stray cats and being brought home by Pengci?

I'm going to kill myself three hours ago, Jason thought painfully, his face buried in his hands, taking deep breaths again and again.On the verge of a head grab and about to jump off.

The boy he thought was a girl.

As for how he found out, he didn't want to recall.

The little girl who was caught by Jason gnashing her teeth suddenly, tightly wrapped in a large men's pajamas sat obediently on the sofa, her short light chestnut hair, which was washed away from the dust and dirt, was slightly curled and fluffy against the little girl cheeks; the face washed out by the fragrance spray was tinged with redness from the heat, and a pair of emerald green eyes blinked and blinked.

As innocent and bewildered as those eyes were, Jason was as broken as he was.

"Oh fuck." He took another deep breath without holding back.

"Did you grow up in a sterile warehouse?! No one taught you that men and women are different!" He growled in disbelief, unable to imagine what would happen if he changed someone. "Next time! Come out after wrapping me up so I can only see your face!"

Isn't this a teenager? !Don't understand this?

Facing the little girl's frightened and bewildered gaze, Jason covered his eyes, silently recited "the ignorant is not guilty" ten times, and then put down his hands, viciously sign language.

[Don't be naked in front of people. 】

The word Naked was scratched out by him as hard as cutting a stone with a sharp knife.

The little girl shrank her neck and stretched out her hand hesitantly.

[But this is a "room". 】

She gestured lightly, and the washed fingers had scratches and shallow blood scabs.

【I should……】

The little girl raised her head and stopped what she was doing in a little bewilderment.

The information she revealed in a few short sentences made Jason's heart sink.

Deaf, used to being naked, but no scars.No obvious psychological trauma was seen.

It reminded him of a case he had been in contact with, where the criminals abducted and imprisoned innocent children for...

Jason closed his eyes, trying to calm down the discomfort in his stomach.

[It will not be allowed in the future. 】

Jason gestured, his face gloomy.

[In the future, you must dress neatly in any place, including the room. 】

The little girl nodded obediently.

Jason looked at the clock, the hour hand was about to reach eleven o'clock, and he still had a batch of "goods" to hand over at twelve o'clock.

His safe house has only one bed, and all the injured patients brought back by him can only sleep on the sofa. Dickie has complained many times about this, but he mercilessly sent them back.

There are gun boxes under the sofa cushions and under the bed, which are not suitable for her to sleep on, to be honest.

The main reason is that I am worried that something will come out. The ghost knows whether this girl is really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. It is a trivial matter to take his things and run away, but it will be a problem if any documents are touched.

Jason's disguised identity looks like a dumb guy, but Red Hood really isn't.

There was only one safe house available in his area.

Originally there was another one, not far away, only about three kilometers away. It was exposed when dealing with an unidentified person a few days ago. Although the other party did not seem to be hostile on the surface, he always felt out of touch, so he simply abandoned it. up.

Jason sighed sadly, it was too difficult for me, I picked up ten cats and didn't pick up a single person.

It seems that we can only keep the monitoring on and pay attention to it all the time.

Finally made a decision, Jason turned to look at the little girl, only to find that she had fallen asleep on the sofa.

Probably because you are too tired. After wandering for an unknown period of time, the nerves that are tense all the time are put down after the hot bath, and the exhaustion immediately surges up, overwhelming you tightly, from head to fingertips, there is no nerve At your beck and call.

He was quite familiar with this feeling.

It's too early to let go of vigilance. If someone has evil intentions... Jason frowned.

He pulled down the blanket that had been on the back of the sofa for a long time and covered the little girl, subconsciously walked into the bedroom softly, unlocked the weapon cabinet with double fingerprint passwords, and began to arm himself.

"It's actually you." A familiar voice said.

Jason sighed loudly, wearily and bored, he turned around, and as expected, he saw a muscular figure roll over from the container in front of him.

The blue bird with outstretched wings on the chest of the opponent's uniform shone in the night.

Like a target.Jason laughed as usual.

"Hey, Little Wing! I heard it!" The other party pretended to be angry, but actually complained happily: "The bat told me to intercept a batch of goods, come to support, today I want to make a quick decision."

"I want to too." Jason clicked his tongue, refused without hesitation, and turned his head to gesture to the group of strong men carrying things. "Would you please let me have at least the last two hours of the day?"

"It's from the League of Assassins." Nightwing said, the adrenaline rushing through the night was cooled by the night wind, and his voice calmed down a little: "The bat is entangled by Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. It might take a bit of work for people to figure it out.”

Jason clicked his tongue: "Okay, you owe me one more time."

He saw that the things were almost moved, and reckoning that there would be no problems, he turned around and handed over the rest of the work to a trustworthy subordinate.

"Locate me." Jason took out the claws, the rope retracted rapidly, and the wind whistled by his ears.