There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

Jason: I'm not, I haven't.

What Jason thought was actually very simple. He took the initiative to invite Sherlock, which was similar to the way he interrupted 413 before.That's why Jason didn't want Sherlock, who could cause trouble at first glance, to fall into 413's language temptation.

Although he and Sherlock were strangers, Jason had seen many tragedies, and he didn't want to witness another tragedy happen in front of him again.

"I thought you weren't the kind of person who would be kind." Sherlock said suddenly.

"what?"

Sherlock glanced at Jason, "It looks cynical, like it doesn't care about anything, but it also has a strange sense of justice—seriously, I won't thank you for your 'rescue'."

Jason really felt that he had a good temper. He didn't get angry when Sherlock said so... Oh, wait, Jason remembered, it wasn't that he wasn't angry, he couldn't be angry at all!

Thinking of this, Jason didn't care about getting entangled with Sherlock, the guy who spit venom. He didn't have time to answer the question he asked Samuel before.

"You won't take all my emotions away at once, will you?"

413 recalled it for a while, and said slowly: "You paid for three days of negative emotions, and you can only deduct one month's rent."

When Samuel heard it from the side, he suddenly felt unbalanced, "What? Three days? Then why did it take me five days to go to London?"

When it comes to the price of wishing, 413 has never been sloppy.It said to Samuel angrily, "You are space teleportation, do you know how much energy it takes to space teleportation! From Boston to London, calculate how far you have traveled!"

Jason pretended not to see that the coffee table controlled by 413 was shaking angrily, and he turned to Samuel nonchalantly: "Should I be able to take people to Gotham?"

Samuel was yelled at by 413 and his ears hurt. He knew he was wrong, and when he heard Jason asking him a question, he quickly answered it seriously: "That's okay..."

As soon as Sherlock heard that he could go to the city where Jason was, Tony leaned over before Sherlock said, "I can pay for the round-trip ticket for you, and I'm one of them."

Tony wouldn't want to miss something like time travel.

"I'm afraid there's no reason for you to pay here, Tony."

Sherlock took a sip of tea unhurriedly, "Details, pay attention to details—have you forgotten? As I said, I live in London, but yesterday we went together with Mrs. Maria Dining..."

After Sherlock reminded him, Tony quickly connected the clues.He found out in his memory the details of the relationship between the two since they first met, and soon discovered the clues.

He still remembers the situation at that time. When they first met, everything was normal and nothing out of the ordinary happened—Tony completely ignored how absurd the proposal of hiring a friend was—and then he and Sherlock went out together...

"I know!" Tony looked at Sherlock with piercing eyes, "Did you know then? Sherlock, you really know how to act."

Sherlock smirked behind the teacup: "Didn't you already know that?"

Hearing what the other party said, Tony almost immediately thought of the four-eyed bookworm in disguise.

Tony: "..."

Tony skipped that unpleasant memory, and turned to Samuel for verification: "That is to say, who is the first person to open the door, and the city after opening the door is his corresponding place of residence?"

Samuel nodded, confirming his guess.

That would be very convenient, Jason thought, he tentatively opened the door of 413.

Without waiting for Jason to greet, Sherlock and Tony walked over quickly together.

The two of them stood at the door with their heads poking around for a while, Sherlock seemed very interested in the dark factory, and walked out alone.

Tony stretched out his arms into the night of Gotham, his body still shrouded in the light of the apartment, the boundary between night and day blurred in the crook of his arms.

Seeing this scene, Tony murmured a little absent-mindedly: "It's incredible, just a wall can span space and time..."

Gotham was still at night at this time, but the surroundings were not quiet, and the sound of abuse and speeding motorcycles could be heard faintly in the distance.

Jason didn't expect that, just following the door he opened, they would be able to come directly to his world from the apartment.

Tony stood at the door with great research spirit for a long time, but he didn't feel anything unusual.

Behind him is the radiant Boston sunshine, and in front of him is the dark abandoned factory in Gotham.Such an extreme contrast appeared in front of his eyes, and Tony wished he could immediately take out the instrument to study what was the difference between the inside and outside of this door.

When Tony finally turned around, he was taken aback—Jason didn't know when, and put a red mask on his head.

Tony looked at him a little confused, "Why are you carrying such a thing? And don't you feel uncomfortable when your nose is pressed like this? Can you still see things?"

Before Tony asked a series of questions, Jason said succinctly, "If you still want to come with me, just shut up."

Tony, Tony deftly stopped his barrage of questions.

He thought a little aggrievedly, once he had studied 413 thoroughly, he would lock Jason outside and laugh loudly at how ridiculous his red hood was.

Red, Tony pouted, the color is pretty good, but if it is put directly on the head, this color scheme looks too silly.

Sherlock, who had started exploring in Gotham a long time ago, turned on the flashlight that came with his phone. He lay half on the ground without caring about his image. After observing for a while, he only heard him say thoughtfully: "The chase game between two people ?”

Jason didn't answer, but said something inexplicably: "It's really right to bring you here."

His eyes fell on the simple but still conspicuous clothes of the two of them, "You can't just go out in such a swaggering manner, otherwise... young masters like you, who are unarmed at first sight, will be torn apart halfway in pieces."

Jason smiled viciously, as if he wanted to see the jokes between the two of them.

It's a pity that Tony was still looking down at the phone screen. He looked at his phone's location-his map of the United States now showed him in the city of Gotham.

Hell, when did America have Gotham?

And Sherlock just looked at him in surprise, and Jason found his flamboyant expression very annoying: "What? Don't you know how to protect us?"

Jason: "..."

Of course, Jason would protect these two brats who had no sense of danger at all!

He looked at the two young masters who had grown up in a pampered way before him, and for a moment he wondered why he had brought them here before.

Now he has to endure Sherlock's unscrupulous poisonous tongue, but also protect the safety of the two of them, and he has to avoid some old bats...

Jason now began to be thankful that he was not depressed anymore, and at the same time he was grateful that the anxiety had left him for a while - he felt that his heart was calm, even though Sherlock and Tony kept whispering in his ears, Jason was so calm Like a saint.

And the sage Jason also patiently taught the two little bastards who are not at all reassuring about the rules of survival in Gotham.

"Listen, Sherlock. Gotham is not your imaginary playground, nor is it a place for you to do brain teasers... Here, you will encounter unexpected situations if you are not careful-it is definitely not what you want. To meet..."

"And you, Tony. Don't look like you don't know anything when you see everything. You can rob others here-provided that you won't be stabbed with a knife, or be countered. robbery……"

Tony, who was being taught, looked at Jason in disbelief.

What did he just hear?Someone actually said to him, he, Tony Stark, has no knowledge?

"Please, I've seen it just now. Your equipment is actually not much more advanced than our world. It's just some small changes. Don't look so amazing."

Jason didn't answer the cheapskate's words. He thought he didn't know who was holding his gun and looking at it over and over again.

You never know if there are muggers or other dangerous elements lurking in the next alley you are about to step into in Gotham.

Their luck was very "good". Before they had gone far, the three of them encountered a wave of gangsters aggressively trying to rob them.

Jason simply dealt with a few punks.

This group of low-level robbers was going to rob Tony and Sherlock-the two of them are not natives of Gotham at first sight, and they still look like rich young men.

Jason tore off the black cloth covering their faces, and handed the black cloth to two small oil bottles under the confused eyes of the gangsters.

"As I said, you will be watched like this... There will be surveillance if you walk any further. You two had better not be photographed."

Tony looked at the wet veil that had just been torn from someone else's face, and resisted the idea of ​​strapping it to his face.

He subconsciously spread his hands: "What? Is my face still not on the stage?"

Tony is still very confident in his appearance, and he believes that if he wants to, there will be lines of girls willing to date him.

"Don't think about it," Jason couldn't see what Tony was thinking, he said coldly, "I just don't want an old bat to come and yell at us."

Tony disagrees: "There are talking bats in Gotham?"

Jason under the mask smiled slightly: "Yeah, he will say..."

Jason deliberately lowered his voice, "...Get out of my Gotham!"

Before Tony could react, Jason leaned forward and laughed as if he had heard a big joke.

The gangsters who were wronged and curled up in the corner all shivered.

Punks: "..." Damn, this red hood is really sick.