There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

Jason is not a person who doesn't know how to judge the situation. If there is a problem, he should solve it from the root cause. If he has negative emotions, he should go to the landlord.

It happened that Samuel was in his living room, and Jason could even hear the melodious background music from the player.

Are you going to ask him?

Jason didn't want Tony and the others to wake up the next day, and he couldn't help but ask the two to join the plan.

Three minutes later, the owner of the house stood silently in front of Samuel who was watching the drama innocently.

Samuel paused the heart-piercing plot of the phone, and looked at the other party suspiciously: "...what's the matter?"

Jason sat on the other side of the sofa, and he whispered, "I want to ask about paying for negative emotions before."

Samuel was puzzled: "The time limit is three days, and it will be over soon..."

"It's not a matter of time limit."

Perhaps the negative emotions included shame, and Jason realized that what he had done in the past two days was too straightforward.

Including the current conversation with Samuel, he didn't feel annoyed or ashamed about what he was about to speak.Concealing his plan a little, Jason finished his situation in a few words.

Finally, he asked seriously: "Negative emotions don't change people's true thoughts, do they?"

Samuel laughed dumbly: "You want to ask, are those thoughts that you think are not your own ideas?"

Jason was silent.

"If that's the question, the answer is yes. Yes, emotions can affect the thoughts we have, but at the end of the day, we are the ones who make the thoughts."

As the saying goes, cannibals are soft-mouthed, but short-handed.Having tasted Jason's sugar-coated bullets, Samuel received his most of the night counseling well.

As the first victim of 413's emotional payment... the wish-maker, Samuel experienced this earlier than Jason.

Not to mention anything else, just talk about the generous rewards in Samuel's small treasury, which are all obtained by him by following the tenants.

Seeing Jason's contemplative expression, Samuel comforted this young man who often showed determination: "Actually, it's already a sign of a strong will that you can persevere until now."

413 Quietly huddled in the Sea of ​​Consciousness to eat melons in the middle of the night. Hearing this, he couldn't help complaining to Samuel: "Yeah, you turned your back in less than three seconds."

Uncovered Samuel:  …

He ruthlessly threw 413 out of the sea of ​​consciousness. Samuel gritted his teeth secretly, and remained calm on the surface: "Since you are so entangled, why don't you just talk to Sherlock and the others face to face?"

Samuel saw what Jason was going to say, but he said first, "It won't be that 'for your own good' again, right?"

Jason: "..."

Samuel thought to himself that sure enough, this law cannot be escaped in all relationships - even the plot he and 413 just watched happened to be where the male protagonist shouted "I'm all for your own good" in the rain.

Seeing Jason's tacit attitude, Samuel understood.

"Forcing your own will on others, and finally saying that I'm doing it for your own good..."

Samuel sighed: "Think and think for yourself, have you gone astray?"

Jason: "..."

Jason was speechless, and he even felt that Samuel's unexpectedly sharp words seemed familiar.

Samuel noticed that Jason was a little loose, and immediately seized the opportunity to take a step closer: "In my opinion, your troubles are actually not a big deal."

Hearing this, Jason couldn't help but look sideways.

Samuel smiled and pointed to the plate that was once full of desserts but is now empty. His words were inadvertently filled with urgency: "Can you make another one tomorrow morning?"

Jason: "...OK."

What Ah Fu said when he taught himself how to cook is true. If you don’t overwhelm yourself with too many skills, who knows when they will come in handy.

Samuel clapped his hands: "Deal - when they wake up, I will tell them to wait for you in the study."

Before Jason could ask a question, Samuel immediately said, "Communication is the bridge of the soul. If you talk to them, this matter will of course be resolved."

Although he no longer felt angry, Jason still felt his eyelids twitch: "What's the difference between you saying it and not saying it?"

"At least it pointed you in the right direction."

Samuel retreated into the sofa again, as comfortable as in his own castle: "Besides, Sherlock and the others have their own ideas, why don't you ask them?"

In the early morning of the next day, when Tony rubbed his eyes and walked into the living room, he was stared at by three people who looked like a tribunal.

He took a strange look at his attire, standard T-shirt and jeans—perfect, guaranteed to be a Stark day too.

"What's the matter with you? Don't make a fuss."

Ignoring their stares, Tony poked his head over the table, wow, Jason's breakfast was even better.

"Tony, we need to talk."

"Oh—talk—"

Tony reluctantly pulled over a chair. He leaned on the back of the chair with the expression I knew he would have: "Jason, do you know how much your tone of voice resembled my dad's just now?"

On the surface, Tony didn't seem to care, but he had already ruled out the bad things he did... well, probably not because he found out that he secretly hid a transmitter for experimentation.

Tony glanced at Sherlock, who was in a wandering state, and guessed that he couldn't get any news from him, so he waited helplessly for Jason to ask questions.

"Jason, we don't need to go through the process. You can ask me quickly and answer quickly. It's best to guarantee that I can have breakfast right away in 3 minutes."

Samuel turned his head and glanced at Jason, well, with a natural expression, he seemed to have gotten used to Tony's behavior.

Seeing such an attitude really made him, the landlord, want to shed tears of sympathy.

When Jason said he wanted Tony to help him hack into Arkham's network security system, the teenage prodigy said nothing.

But when Jason said he didn't intend to involve the other party, Tony slapped the table angrily: "With me here, who else do you want to help you?"

Samuel: Wow——

Jason's persuasion was blocked by Tony's reaction for a while.

No, this is not the picture that should appear in his imagination.

Tony frowned like a distrustful cat: "You don't want me to participate, so can Sherlock do it?"

Sherlock, who was suddenly named, blinked: "If saying this can comfort you, Jason didn't even think about me."

He was up earlier than Tony, and Jason had already talked about it.

It's just that Sherlock has been thinking about a question just now.

During the discussion with Jason, Sherlock thought of Mycroft—it was undeniable that even if Sherlock didn't want to admit it, that fat man still cared about him.

After seeing Sherlock's reasoning ability and fanatical attitude towards the case, many people looked at him as if they were looking at a future criminal.

As Sherlock's older brother, Mycroft has always been concerned about the growth of his younger brother—sometimes, being too smart is not a good thing.

And Jason's description of wanting to use his reasoning ability gave Sherlock a flash of inspiration.

Since I am interested in solving crimes, and there are too many unsatisfactory trivialities to be a pure detective, why don't I directly provide help to those who need to solve crimes?

Just like the group of goldfish in Scotland Yard, Sherlock can always get some fresh first-hand news from them that ordinary people can't get.

Just thinking of this thought made Sherlock feel his cerebral cortex get excited.He couldn't wait to join the conversation between the two of Jason: "I thought of it!"

"I can be a consulting detective." Sherlock spoke quickly about the work content of this wonderful profession, making his own eyes shine.

Although he was a little confused by Sherlock's sudden speech about his future career plan, Tony still subconsciously blurted out: "I've never heard of the career of consulting detective, you made it up!"

Not only did Sherlock not show any shame when he heard this, but he nodded reservedly: "I'm the only one in the whole world. Even in Jason's universe, I'm the only consulting detective."

After confirming his position, Sherlock put his hands together and switched to Tony's familiar reasoning state: "Jason, now I can help you."

Witnessing this farce-like career declaration from beginning to end, Jason was speechless for a moment.

But Tony also followed Sherlock and raised his hand: "Thank God I brought my own combat equipment - as long as my baby can connect to the Internet, I guarantee you can walk sideways in that mental hospital."

Tony snapped his fingers simply: "Do you need me to play music for you then? It's the kind where you walk in and step on the spot."

Jason: "..." Wait, how did things turn out like this?

Jason looked at the instigator in disbelief.

Samuel looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, as if immersed in his own world, unmoved by Jason's sharp eyes.

Jason vaguely felt cheated: I shouldn't have trusted this guy.

Jason felt that he didn't understand what the two adolescent brats were thinking at all. Tony had already turned on the device on the coffee table and called up Arkham's information.

"Well, your Gotham is really..."

Tony and Sherlock looked at the dense patient information on the computer together, and Sherlock made a pertinent evaluation: "Talents come forth in large numbers."

Jason felt that this scene was not what he wanted to see at all, but just as he was about to stop him, Samuel happened to look over.

At that moment, Jason felt as if he had been seen through by Samuel.

Samuel smiled and pointed to the two teenagers who were already muttering excitedly, and asked in a low voice, "What are you still doubting?"

Jason was taken aback.

Tony looked at Jason eagerly: "So what's the plan?"

Jason took a deep look at Tony and Sherlock.

"The plan is this..."