There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

"This is apartment 413, a place where you can realize all your wishes."

"Wish come true, ha, sir, are you treating me like a three-year-old?"

Jason opened the window, and the Boston autumn wind was blowing on his cheeks. It was an atmosphere that was incompatible with Gotham...

Jason could clearly see a few pedestrians walking scattered on the street at noon, and the comfort on their faces could not be faked.

Jason confirmed that this was not his room in Wayne Manor, nor was it the perennially gloomy Gotham.

Samuel was still sitting on the chair with an old spirit, he was not afraid of the other party jumping out of the window at all.

Because this is 413's territory, if 413 is unwilling, no one can open it from the outside, and no one can escape from it.

"You don't even forget the wish you made, do you? Could traveling through time and space make you lose your memory?"

Jason's body froze because of these words, "Travel through time and space?"

He turned around suddenly, even though he tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

Jason thought he wouldn't believe such a nonsense lie—but since he can come back from the dead, who can say that Jason Todd can't time travel?

It didn't seem surprising that one or two more strange things happened to him.

Jason's eyes were heavy, and he thought of the hallucinatory "wish to pay". At that time, he really hoped not to be found by Bruce - he really didn't, he just appeared in this place inexplicably.

And if someone in this world knows the layout of Jason's room, it also means that the other person has entered Wayne Manor, and even knows the identity of their family...

This was almost impossible, Jason didn't think he had any need for the other party to go to such lengths to lie to him.

Then based on the known information at the moment, it can be inferred that the fantasy-like statement in the mouth of the man is very likely to be true.

"How do you prove that you are telling the truth?"

"Well, facts speak louder than words, why don't you make a wish and try?"

Samuel looked at him with a smile, and enthusiastically introduced the wishing process to him: "As long as you say your wish within the scope of this apartment, it can help you realize it. But the premise is that you can afford the price, otherwise... "

Otherwise, Samuel didn't say any more about the failure of the wish or other more serious consequences.

Jason was taken aback by his casual tone. He looked down at the spot of light on the ground and whispered, "I make a wish..."

As he thought about it, the bloody memories in his mind were clouded, and the thoughts of revenge and destruction were so loud that he almost blurted out.

But there are still some things that are as unshakable as a huge mountain pressing deep in the soul, and Jason cannot easily say it.

...Perhaps he hoped to end all these incidents with his own hands, rather than erasing them with flirty words.

"I have no wish."

Jason licked the tip of his teeth, showing a violent sneer: "I will avenge my revenge myself."

He'll smash every bone in the clown's bones one by one, make him so painful that he can't cry out, make that madman stop laughing, let him have a taste of it himself!

And the most important thing...he has to verify it with his own eyes.

Samuel was not frightened by his determination, but was shocked because Jason didn't make a wish.

He quietly connected to 413: "This is the first guy I've seen who doesn't make a wish."

413 hesitated in answering: "Is it because he has no money?"

Samuel: "...It's possible."

He secretly felt sorry, it seemed that multi-millionaires couldn't just waste their time.You see, when a wish comes down, the wallet is emptied directly, and the net worth becomes pauper in seconds.

After giving up the wish, Jason's expression became much calmer, and he glanced at Samuel lightly.Although I don't know the identity of this person, he seems to be a guy with no hostility.

But Jason wasn't the kind of person who would be reassured just because others seemed harmless, so he decided to leave here right away—even though this familiar hut seemed so alluring that it only appeared briefly in a dream.

Seeing that Jason was about to leave, Samuel stopped him: "Hey, where do you want to go?"

"It has nothing to do with you." The voice under the red hood was a little indifferent.

Jason walked around Samuel, he pulled the door, only to find that he didn't pull it at all.

Jason: "..."

Jason glanced down, the doorknob showed his young body harmlessly, not knowing where he was stopping the young man.

"Don't bother, you can't open it." Another person who disappeared from the beginning suddenly spoke out at this moment.

Jason immediately looked in the direction of the sound, but he only saw a wall.

It seemed that he knew he was staring, and red bold English letters appeared on the wall: "Hello."

Faced with such a unique way of greeting, Jason calmly took out his gun.

413: ...

Samuel laughed, "Don't be so excited, we don't have any malicious intentions. This is 413, and it fulfills your wish."

413 snorted angrily: "Speaking of which, you still have to thank me..."

"Thank you for what? Thank you for taking my 1000 million savings?" The wisher asked back.

Jason had a good memory, and he immediately thought of what he had paid for that so-called wish—although Jason couldn't figure it out himself, where did he get such a large sum of money.

"Hey! That's the price you have to pay, okay?" 413 said angrily, "Since you think it's not worth it, don't make wishes to me in the future."

Jason sneered silently under the mask: "As I said just now, I have no wish."

"Then you can stay here forever!"

"Not only do you want to buy and sell by force, but you also want to imprison me here?" Jason's temper is not very good, he raised his hand and pointed his gun at the wall that kept writing, "If you don't let me out, I will break out by myself. "

"Etc., etc!"

Seeing that they were really arguing, Samuel stopped watching the show.

He quickly comforted Mr. Firecracker No. 413, who seemed to be on fire at any moment: "Don't be angry, in fact, what [-] said is the truth.

"The location you are in now is the internal domain of 413, without signing a contract with it, no one can enter or exit at will.

"If you want to go back, you can't do it with your own strength. The easiest way is to make another wish to 413..."

The more Samuel spoke, the lower his voice became. He felt a little depressed in his heart, and he felt like a dog-headed military strategist who helped robbers persuade hostages to surrender.

Jason was silent for a moment when he heard the words. He looked at Samuel and pointed out a question that was easily overlooked: "What if I sign the contract? Can I come in and out at will, and go back at any time?"

Samuel really wanted to applaud his ability to focus: "Yes, if you sign a contract with 413, you will become a tenant here, and you can return to your original world."

Jason looked deeply at Samuel for a while, wondering what he was thinking.

Finally he held out his hand to Samuel: "Where is the contract? I will sign it."

Eh? ?

Samuel has a feeling that a person is sitting at home and the hamburger is coming from heaven.

Mingming thought that renting out Gotham's base would be a problem, but it didn't take long before someone took the initiative to take over the trouble.

413, who had been paying attention to their conversation, also said at this time: "Hey, after you sign the contract, you are not allowed to do anything messy in my body."

When Jason heard the words "my body", his signing hand trembled.

He frowned coldly: "Don't worry, I just want to get out as soon as possible, and I won't live in your body."

After the signature was dropped, 413 let out a "huh".

"Deduction failed?"

"what?"

"Jason Todd, your account balance is insufficient!" 413 yelled angrily, "What kind of contract do you have no money to sign? Do you know that you can't break the contract!"

Jason checked his account balance on his mobile phone, and it turned out to be a glaring single-digit number.

Jason: ... Where's my money?

Rubbing the center of his brows through the mask, Jason said coolly, "Maybe you charged too much for the previous wish—haven't you heard that you can't kill the sheep at once by pulling the wool?"

413 was so annoyed by his calm attitude that it would sulk when it was alone, and thought of another payment method under Samuel's secret reminder.

The line of words appeared in front of Jason's eyes again:

[The contract is established, please select the payment method:

1. Currency payment

2. Emotional payment]

But this time the color of option [-] was darkened, and it seemed that the only choice left for Jason was to pay for it emotionally.

"Okay, I choose two, emotional payment."

Jason didn't care how the other party got paid for this option, he didn't even feel any change in himself, he just saw the text in front of him change.

[The bill has been paid. 】

what is this?Deal done?

Jason thought casually, and tried to turn the handle again.

Undoubtedly, this time he unscrewed the door.

Looking at the familiar dark and empty warehouse in front of him, Jason burst out laughing in the empty room.

The laughter echoed and stopped abruptly.

Jason subconsciously covered his mouth, his expression uncertain.