Forced to focus on daily life [Comprehensive English and American]

Probably no one would have imagined that the famous anti-hero in Gotham City, the red hood with blood and brains flying from the side of two guns, is also the car wash worker of the Maserati 4S store in Gotham City, living in a civilian area with a worrying environment on the outskirts of the city, every day At night, it is illuminated by a tungsten lamp. While listening to the illogical drunken talk of the drunk outside the house before dawn, he sits at a desk that looks quite old, and carefully wipes his two guns.

After cleaning the two guns, he put them back into the holsters around his waist, stood up, moved the chair behind the door, and turned around to look at Rosie who was lying on the bed.

Rosie was still dressed as a night witch, but the black witch hat was placed on the bedside table. Because of her previous waist injury, Jason took her back and cut the fabric of the wound with scissors. It had been treated, so there was a pile of blood-stained bandages piled randomly beside the bed.He threw the bandages back into the trash can, walked back to the window, and looked down at Rosie who was asleep.

Her blond hair was a little messy, like a ball of golden thread that had been removed, and it was laid on the pillow.His cheeks were flushed, his eyelids were trembling uncomfortably, and he even had shortness of breath.

Jason frowned at her, then stretched out his right hand, and pressed his palm lightly on her forehead. He withdrew his hand after feeling a burst of heat. He moved his gaze to the wound on Rosie's waist, Seeing that there were faint bloodstains on the bandage, he frowned even tighter.

He was stretching his hand towards the wound when he suddenly heard a brisk electronic ringtone coming from Rosie's body. mobile phone.

It's four o'clock in the morning, and the phone screen says "Boss 3" is calling.

Jason naturally knew who Rosie's boss was, but he didn't care about it. He just hung up the phone after a little hesitation. Before he put the phone back, the phone rang again. For the first time, he simply turned off the phone and put it on the bedside table.

And Rosie also heard the familiar ringtone of the mobile phone in a daze, but at this moment, she only felt that her eyelids were extremely heavy. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open her eyes. He opened his eyes slowly, but the first thing he saw was not the mobile phone, but a knife that flashed a cold light under the dim tungsten lamp.

At this moment, no matter how painful her head was and how exhausted her body was, her consciousness still woke up immediately. Even faster, before she jumped up, she had already pressed her shoulder with the other hand and pushed her back on the bed, and then she heard the other party "don't move" with a hint of impatience.

Rosie raised her head and saw Jason, who was looking down at her with his back to the light, and his gaze shifted to the knife in his left hand.

At this time, her senses returned to the cage a little, and she carefully observed the knife that frightened her so much, but after only one glance, the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

What Jason held in his hand was a scalpel.

"You..." Rosie hesitated to speak, then looked up at Jason again, "This is?"

"I didn't know you had a gunshot wound before." Jason said in a normal tone, "You have to dig out the bullet."

Rosie opened her eyes wide: "Could it be that you were a doctor before?"

"No." Jason said, and with the other hand, he took off the gauze wrapped around her waist, held the scalpel in his right hand, aimed at the bloody wound, and was about to stab down.

Although Rosie, who was lying on the bed, couldn't face the scene directly, she still vaguely felt the chill coming from the tip of the knife. She swallowed and said quickly, "Wait, wait, Jason!"

Jason paused for a moment, but didn't look back at her, he just asked, "What's wrong?"

"You..." Rosie let out a breath, barely raised her head, and then said cautiously, "I, I'm not questioning you, but I think the gunshot wound should be sent to the hospital..."

"Are you an idiot?" Jason cut off her words and said, "Gunshot wounds need to be recorded in the hospital. If they are not guaranteed, someone will find out your real identity from your wounds. You really want to let others know Do you know that you are a night witch?"

Rosie blinked her eyes, as if she was discouraged, and smashed her head back on Jason's not-so-soft pillow, then closed her eyes tightly, held her breath, and waited for the scalpel to penetrate her skin of severe pain.

However, after waiting for nearly a minute, Jason still had no next move. Just when she was a little confused, she heard Jason slow down his tone and whispered: "Don't worry, I have taken out bullets many times."

Before she had time to think carefully about the meaning of his words, another burst of pain in her waist had already eroded all her willpower. She clenched her teeth and clutched the bed sheet under her body, enduring the severe pain, and said no throat.

The tungsten light bulbs on the ceiling flickered and made a faint electric hissing sound.

The drunk man outside the house murmured away, and the morning light peeped at everything in the house through the gap of the closed curtains, leaving a smear of light on the window sill that was not hot.

When Rosie woke up, she didn't know how long the time had passed. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling covered with yellow water stains for a long time before slowly turning her head to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table , the rusty alarm clock was placed with her witch hat, if she could not hear the second hand clicking, she would have thought that the alarm clock would have died long ago.She moved towards the bed with some difficulty, and after 5 minutes passed, she finally moved to a place where she could see the surface of the alarm clock.

The alarm clock leaned against her witch hat, and the second hand moved forward unhurriedly, while the minute and hour hands stopped at ten forty.

After Rosie looked at the alarm clock face to face for 3 minutes, her whole body shook violently.

She immediately lifted the cup on her body and wanted to jump off the bed, but just as her upper body sat up, a sharp pain in her waist spread all over her body. She let out an "ouch" and fell back on the bed, staring at the tungsten light bulb on the ceiling. mournful.

At this time, the door was opened from the outside, and the sunlight immediately flooded into the dimly lit room. Rosie narrowed her eyes reflexively, and when she opened them again, she saw that Jason, who was wearing a dark green jacket, had turned around. God, close the door and drive the sunlight out of this room.

He turned around, put the lunch box in his hand on the desk next to the bed, and said, "I know you must have woken up at this point, and I brought you something to eat." He paused and said , "I don't know if a young lady like you who grew up in Manhattan is used to eating."

Rosie asked in a low voice, "What is it?"

"Chicken schnitzel," Jason replied.

Rosie: "... the patient eats this?"

"if not?"

Rosie: "...Well, aside from other things, I still like chicken fried steak."

In Rosie's view, the fried chicken chops in Gotham City are naturally not as delicious as the chicken chops restaurant she worked in the past, but after a long time, the joy of eating junk food again has overcome the picky taste. Sitting on the head of the bed, holding the paper bag containing fried chicken cutlets in both hands, swallowing in small bites, looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table from time to time.

Jason was standing against the wall beside the bed. He took out a cigarette from his coat, looked at Rosie who was gnawing on the chicken chop, put it back, and said, "Your self-healing ability is better than ordinary people's." If you shoot too much, after the bullet is taken out, the wound will heal faster, and it should heal soon."

Rosie froze for a moment, then nodded again.

"If you want to go back to New York, I'll borrow a car to take you back later," Jason said.

Rosie turned to look at him.

Jason said without changing his expression: "The neighbor's house has a Chevrolet pickup that doesn't drive all the year round. I'll drive that to tow you back."

Rosie thought carefully about how she was lying in the cargo box of a dilapidated Chevrolet pickup truck, being dragged back from Gotham City to Manhattan, New York by Jason, her shoulders shook again, and she said, "My mother will probably call the police. of."

After she finished saying this, she froze again, then frowned: "No."

"What's wrong?" Jason asked.

"My mother guesses..." Rosie's eyes widened. "My mother has probably called the police by now!"