[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Jason carefully restored the layout of the rear compartment. He also arranged the opened locks to look like the owner left in a hurry and did not close the rear compartment tightly, leaving behind several trackers and bugs.

Now he just had to sneak back into his room and wait before Bruce caught him stalking outside...though he doubted Bruce knew he was sneaking out and just turned a blind eye.But as soon as he gets out of the bag, Batman will immediately come down from the sky and hold him by the neck: "Did I already say..." preaching.

The case finally had a new breakthrough, and Jason couldn't bear Batman's imminent grounding punishment at this time.

The bug started echoing just as Jason crept back into the room to strip off Robin's uniform.With the "bang" and "bang" of the car door opening and closing twice and the roar of the engine igniting, the mysterious Buffy duo began to talk:

"Oh my god, this place is rotten!" The first person to speak was a young man who sounded like he was complaining about the environment of Crime Alley, and there was probably the sound of clothes being rubbed.

"Hold on, Dean!" The second voice was a middle-aged man, probably about the same age as Bruce, and judging from the way he ordered the first person—Dean—this person should be the leader.

"Yes, sir." Sure enough, Dean quickly obeyed the "sir"'s instructions and quieted down.

"So, did you find anything?" After a moment of silence, "Sir" asked the question.

"No." Dean quickly replied, "Most of the traces have been cleared away, I asked the neighbors, these three people are not popular characters, and the residents here are not the kind who will watch out for each other. type."

"Any common enemies?"

"I think you should ask 'Is there anyone who doesn't hate them?' The answer is 'No.'" Dean sneered, "I wonder how they lived to be so big."

"Because we are from Gotham." Jason huddled under the covers and faced the pillow to answer Dean's question, "Wait, so this means that they are not sent by the government to deal with the biochemical killer dogs, but to investigate?"

Weird.

Why would someone travel all the way to Gotham to investigate animal attacks?

Also brought a carload of vampire hunter gear.

"Hmph, I think so too. A cunning beast knows how to pick its prey. But it won't be too arrogant for long." A strong disgust came through the earphones, and Jason could just hear the tone of "Mr." Picture an uncle who has been hurt and who strongly hates a certain group of people.

——Or the "beast" and "it" here refer to animals in the literal sense?Wouldn't there really be a genetically modified crazy murderous dog running around in Gotham?

"Uh...I don't want to say something depressing, but you don't think it's...challenging to find a werewolf in such a big city?" Dean's voice was a little nervous, probably because he was worried about annoying "Mr." Not the point.

The point is that he said "werewolf", in a very normal tone.Not in a sarcastic or joking tone.As if he's really sure he's going to catch the werewolf—the fantastical creature that the full moon transforms into howling at the moon.Well, that explains their holy water and silver bullets in the trunk.

seriously?Wouldn't it be another special case of mental illness?

"It may be difficult if it keeps a low profile, but it's starting to miss. The three people and the dead in the warehouse area have been exposed in the media. If it's smart enough, it will stay away before the next moon cycle. Listen. Now, Dean, the real crafty ones of the pack are the ones who don't let their hunts be known. The ones who think they're hiding in a big city and killing one person a month won't be discovered, so never Those who cover up the traces will sooner or later be hunted by hunters."

"Yes, sir."

"Very well, now, let's talk about Sam! What's wrong with you?" Suddenly, the tone of "Mr.

New information!Not two, but a group of three.

"What's the matter? What did I do again? I just follow the usual practice. You go to the police station to pretend to be the FBI to inquire about the case, and Sam and I go to the school to complete the formalities." Dean also raised his voice.

"And you sent him to that shitty noble school."

"Oh come on, that's a school, full of little kids! You know Sam got good grades, so he applied to the 'free' private school, and in what age does anyone put private school It's equated with a noble school. Even if Sam can only study for a month, we still make money!"

"Boy, don't play tricks in front of me. And when the school starts asking around to annoy you, you'll know if you've taken advantage of it!"

"Okay! Okay! I agree with Sam going to a private school, and I will take care of it! If the school asks questions, I promise not to let this affect my work." Dean's answer obviously satisfied "Mr. , because the roar of a rock band suddenly began to sound in the car, mixed with the occasional sound of "Mr." humming along.

Jason jumped out of bed during this period, ran across the room barefoot, grabbed his notebook, and wrote down the key words:

Dean, Sam (current student), Mr.

Classic Chevrolet Impala, Kansas license plate: KAZ-2Y5, silver bullets, holy water (?), a lot of knives.

Minors (enrolled on October [-]th), pretending to be the FBI, calling Gotham animal attacks as "cases".

Focus: Werewolf, Monster Hunter.

"Okay, check the license plate first, and then transfer students who have to go through the private school admission procedures on this day, the possibility of starting from middle school should be relatively high."

Scribbling down notes, Jason followed Dean and Mr. to listen to Metallica all the way until they arrived at their destination.

"The journey takes 7 hour and [-] minutes, deducting the time of the signal lights in the middle...should be able to capture the approximate range of their base."

Clicking on the map on his mobile phone, Jason quickly delineated an urban area with dense motels. Judging from what "Sir" said, they are always running around, and the economy is not rich, so cheap motels should be the best. Areas where accommodation is possible.

Circled the last point, Jason watched his reasoning process with satisfaction.

"It seems that I am also very capable of detectives!"

He couldn't have expected more from Bruce's face when he knew he'd solved this animal mystery.

So the next day Jason came to school with a good mood, looking forward to the history class this afternoon, and planning how to persuade Afu to let him investigate the werewolf and monster hunter by himself after school, maybe he can Said it was for the Dracula book report?

Mr. Martinez stepped into the classroom on time, but he was not alone.

"Good morning, students, we have a transfer student today—come on, let me introduce myself to you." Mr. Martinez guided the freshmen with shy smiles to the classroom.

"Uh, hi." The freshman nervously raised his hand and waved it slightly, "I'm Sam, Sam Winchester."

Jason sat up straight unconsciously, staring at the boy in front of the blackboard who was awkwardly pinching the hem of his uniform with his eyes wide open.At this moment, he felt that Lady Luck was not only smiling at him, but also showing a mouthful of white teeth that could be used in commercials.

"Sam, where are you from?"

"Do you like watching baseball? Which team do you like? The Gotham Knights have recruited a new pitcher this year..."

Freshmen always arouse everyone's interest, and Jason has also experienced such a quick question and answer session.Most people don't really want to know new classmates, but want to know whether this newcomer can be included in their own small groups.But their questions could help Jason gather more data that might be useful.

For example, he now knows that Sam has a brother Dean who is five years older than him. They often move because of the nature of Dad's work and his mother died unexpectedly when he was a baby.It is very tear-making, affectionate and unrepentant story of a single father pulling two brothers to grow up.A group of girls all exclaimed "Whoa!" and showed Sam a look of maternal love.

"Then what do you usually do?"

This is a very common question, but Sam accidentally got stuck on this question, and answered vaguely: "Uh, I... like to read some things."

"Like what? Jason over there is a Jane Austen fan."

"Hey! Be careful what you say!" Jason stretched out his hand and licked the back of the head of a fast-talking guy, "And Jane Austen is awesome! Argue if you don't agree!"

"She's just a little bit older, okay? In modern times, she's another Stephanie Meyer. They're all about love stories, and they're all popular routines."

"George, honey. Your English homework won't turn into a literary masterpiece in 400 years. Even if it's a routine, it depends on who is playing it, you, Austin—that's the difference."

"That's enough of you two, we're asking Sam now!" A female student sighed dramatically and gave Sam a motherly smile, "Never mind those two idiots over there, you like to read What?"

"Uh, fantasy...fiction?" Sam looked like an ordinary person thinking about how to classify his favorite fiction category, but Jason could tell that this guy wasn't telling the truth, and he didn't like the genre. Lies are commonplace.

"Oh, really! I've been reading novels about werewolves recently, do you have any recommendations?" Jason deliberately approached Sam, pretending to be interested in finding a colleague.Ignoring the shock of the others behind him: "Who are you and what did you do to our Jason!"

What a prejudice, he also knows how to read fantasy literature, okay? Tolkien praises it!

Whatever the process, by lunchtime Jason had finally managed to get himself Sam's after-school library guide.Although there were other girls in the class who showed their willingness to take care of the new classmates, Jason inadvertently reminded them that they had other more important things to deal with.

Convincing Alfred not to pick him up after school is also a successful excuse: he's Jason, the class president who likes to help new classmates!

"... That's it, don't worry, I'll be home before dinner, Fu. Okay, okay, break!" Jason pressed the red end call button, turned around and gave Sam a friendly smile, "Okay Alright, let's go to the library, Gotham College's library is very powerful, it's completely different from the library of ordinary middle schools!"

Sam stood there blinking, blinking, staring at Jason.

"What's wrong?" Jason touched his face, "Is there something on my face?"

"You have a butler." Sam mechanically replied, "The butler, the kind of existence that only exists around a certain duke. Wow, I'm looking at a living nobleman!"

"What?" Jason has never been called a "lord", even though he is now a member of the Wayne family, in the eyes of the upper class in Gotham, he is still one of Bruce Wayne's charity cases.Only someone with a pure blood like Bruce is a noble lord with roots.

"No, you misunderstood me, I'm not a nobleman! I'm just...Jason."

"But you have a butler..."

"It's not what you think, I was adopted by a rich man. Yes, something like this, so it's not strictly my housekeeper, but Ah Fu is like family, you can think of it like a grandpa Role. But with a deacon coat and perfect etiquette." Jason explained quickly, reminding himself that he was here to investigate the animal murder case, "Do you still want to go to the library?"

"Of course!" Sam tightened his schoolbag and followed Jason's footsteps.

Jason proudly admired the shock in Sam's eyes when he saw the Gotham Academy library.It was so interesting from the perspective of a bystander, he can now understand why the classmates who showed him around the school had a puzzled smile the whole time.

"This is the library of our school. Except for some special professional books that cannot be found here to go to Gotham University, you can find basically all the reference materials for homework here." Jason said with a closed Ear-to-mouth Sam walked through the rows of bookshelves, like a real library guide, "This is the periodical section, and from here to there are science bookshelves, if you like fantasy novels , Literature is here... Oh! There is also a section for folklore, you know, goblins and druids."

After turning around, Jason pointed to the literature bookshelf: "I'm going to find this book, do you have any other places to go?"

"No. There is no gate control at my house, so I should also find something to read."

"You're welcome, just call me if you have any questions, come here, I'll give you my phone number!" Jason played an over-enthusiastic student just right, and half-forced Sam to take out his old-looking phone to exchange with each other Exchange numbers.

"I'll send you a message!" Jason smiled and shook his phone at Sam, walking into the novel bookshelves.

And Sam also walked around the bookshelf twice, and then walked quickly to the "folklore" area that Jason specifically pointed out.And after Jason enthusiastically demonstrated the method of automatic borrowing and returning books, he borrowed two legendary stories introducing shapeshifters, and Jason also pretended to take the middle part of a werewolf N-part youth novel.

When the two teenagers walked out of the school gate together, Jason could clearly feel that Sam's initial tension had decreased significantly.Even when he deliberately asked Sam about the book in Sam's hand, "Do you think a werewolf can really look like a wolf?" Acting elements) instead of looking for reasons to prevaricate him.

No matter how you look at it, Jason believes that this is his lucky day.

Until he saw the blue heavy machine at the school gate, and the young man leaning against it, looking down and swiping his mobile phone, nothing remained.Probably because his expression changed too drastically, the new friend Sam looked at Jason and then at the owner of the heavy truck, and slowly moved his schoolbag from behind to his chest, and asked, "Jason, what is it?" Do you know anyone?"

The mention of Jason's name made the man look up at them.A big smile appeared on his face while his eyes were in contact with the two, and he waved cheerfully to Jason, whose expression contrasted sharply with his own: "Hey! Jason! I heard Ah Fu say that you will be back later, and I happened to In town, so why not drop by and see if you need a ride home!"

"Oh, so you two know each other." Seeing that Jason didn't object, Sam relaxed his guard and put his schoolbag back on his back.

No, I don't know this guy!Jason screamed inside.But Goddess Luck obviously laughed until the corners of her mouth twitched today, so she left Jason and walked away without looking back.

"I'm Jason's big brother." Although the young man was still smiling, he looked a little hurt, "Didn't he mention me at school? I thought I was still popular when I was a student here!"

Seeing this, Jason almost couldn't help applauding—this is such a superb acting skill!As if they were really close brothers.And Sam also took the bait without any suspense, scratched his face in embarrassment, and faltered that he was a freshman and came to class on the first day today.

"I see! Then I should say welcome to Gotham Academy! I'm Dick, nice to meet you—"

"Sam, I'm Sam. Nice to meet you, Jason is a nice guy, he helped me a lot, and even took me to the library just now." Sam acted like he was trying to help a friend in front of his parents Good brother who speaks kind words.

"Is that so? I'm so glad you made friends, Jason! Sorry, Sam, it's just that Jason's always been a little bookworm here, and not very good at interpersonal communication. Thank you for putting up with him."

If eyes could kill, Jason would have chopped up "Dear Big Brother" by now.

"Uh... I also like reading books, so it's okay." Sam seemed to realize that things were getting out of control, and pointed to the side opposite Jason awkwardly, "I'm going to take a step first, you guys... ...Good chat? See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow." Jason tried hard to squeeze a blunt smile out.

"Okay, you should be careful on the road." Dick said goodbye to Sam cordially. If a passer-by came, he would definitely think that the two of them were good friends.

"It's just us now, let's get in the car." Dick fished out another helmet and threw it to Jason, "I'm not joking when I said I'd give you a ride along the way."

Jason considered the chances of smashing his hard hat at that sunny, handsome face and escaping.In the end, he sighed and put on the blue hard hat (stupid color, red is much better), stepped on the motorcycle and reluctantly wrapped his arms around Dick's waist to stabilize himself.

"I won't thank you, DICK!" Jason angrily added the accent on Dick's name that couldn't be ignored.

Dick used a very low pressure car to turn from the curve in front of the school to the main road.

"DICK! YOUDICK!" Jason chose to let go of his voice and explode his lung capacity.