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The two did not speak for a long time. He Shenyan is simply drinking coffee and watching TV to pass the time. And Alfred was thinking.

He actually knew that his young master's ability to make changes in such a short period of time had a lot to do with the man in front of him.

But he didn't want to care.

Alfred is even willing to make a deal with the devil as long as Bruce can stop his damn drag game. What's more, even if the man in front of him was a demon, he recognized it.

All the things he asked Bruce to do were good for Gotham.

Just as he was thinking, there was a knock on the door of Wayne's mansion. Who would knock on the door of Wayne's mansion at four in the morning?

The old man walked vigilantly through the dark corridor, and he took a shotgun from behind a painting. This reliable old man can guarantee one thing - if the knocker is a lunatic, it will be able to hold him through the door. 's head shattered.

He walked to the door and asked loudly, "Who is it?!"

No one spoke outside the door, only the whistling of raindrops and the wind blowing across the empty porch, and Alfred felt dizzy for some reason. He stood up straight against the wall, and the mage's voice was far away, from the inner hall all the way to his ears standing in front of the gate.

"Open the door, Alfred."

"But, sir—" Alfred didn't know how he managed to keep his voice clear even after such a distance, but he still had doubts in his heart. The mage continued with a smiling voice: "Trust me, you won't regret it."

The sound of sniffling came from outside the door, and a hoarse voice came from outside the door, a little distorted, but it made Alfred tremble: "I'm so cold, Alfred."

Turn around.

The dizziness in his head was even stronger, but his body acted one step faster than his thoughts. The old man dropped the gun in his hand and let it slide away in the dark. He opened the door with such force that his wrists hurt so much, but he didn't care at all at this time.

A boy stood outside the door.

He was wearing the suit he had been buried in, and he smelled of earth. The rain did not wet his hair and clothes, but the cold wind still made him shiver. Seeing him open the door, the boy walked in. He complained, "Why are you here, Alfred. I've been knocking on the door for a long time. Cold, where's Bruce?"

"Hey—" Alfred stood there sluggishly,

Watching him walk in, a scream like a dying person came out of his throat.

His shoes made a series of dirt footprints on the floor. Jason Todd, the kid who had been dead for four years, was standing in front of him now, wearing his burial suit and even saying he was cold.

Alfred didn't know how to answer, he closed the door and rushed to Jason's side in three steps. He took off the suit he was wearing and put it on him. The old man didn't care so much, he only knew one thing.

Whether it's the devil's deal or the monkey's paw legend, he's willing to pay any price—any price.

It's just that he still has questions: Why does Jason seem to have forgotten what he has experienced... those things? Didn't he realize the irrationality of all this?

Jason Todd came to the inner hall in the dark, and a strange man he did not know sat in front of the TV. He frowned, put on that standard 'Bruce Wayne's adopted child' smile, walked over, deliberately put on an innocent look and asked, "Who are you?"

The man turned his head. He was handsome, thin and tall, and so pale that Jason almost thought he was dead.

"I?"

"Yeah, why are you still at my house so late?"

With his back to Alfred, Jason made several warning gestures he had learned from the old man, motioning him to notify Bruce. At this moment, the man suddenly laughed.

"You're smart and vigilant. But there's no need to know who I am, Jason Todd. Now, go take a shower and get some sleep." As he finished, Jason felt a sudden drowsiness. This sleepiness even surpassed his willingness to continue the conversation, making him involuntarily take his body and do as he was told.

Alfred stood there, looking worriedly at Jason Todd, who was yawning and leaving, not knowing how to speak.

The mage took the initiative to say what he wanted to ask for him: "If you are thinking about him, you don't have to speak. I brought him back from death, that's all."

Alfred's first reaction was dry mouth as he thought of the other two. The wizard glanced at him and said, "Don't take my momentary kindness for granted, Mr. Alfred. I just saw the whole process in the Joker's mind, and the injustice this child has suffered makes it hard for me to stand by."

"You, you are right. Sir." Alfred nodded after silence.

He knew what the mage was talking about - Jason's death was an absolute no-no in the Wayne House. He was kidnapped by the Joker for three months, beaten, tortured, and imprisoned. Even got a mark on the face by that bastard with a soldering iron. And when Batman finally found where the Joker was hiding, it was already empty.

All that was left was a tape - and Alfred swears to God that after watching that tape, it was the first time in his life that he had such a deep murderous intent on a person.

The tape is very simple, it is a woman standing in front of Jason and the Joker - she is Jason's biological mother, a drug addict. The child was abandoned on the street when he was young. The Joker finds her and puts a bag of cheap dummies with her baby for her to choose.

She pounced on the bag of white powder without hesitation.

Then, the clown took the video recorder, he laughed, pointed the camera at Jason, who lowered his head in silence, and said, "Bat boy, you are too slow... So I played with your little sidekick. Some other fun, are you happy to watch it?"

A month later, Batman found Jason's cold body in Arkham Asylum. He had been dead for more than two days when he was found, bony. The Joker managed to bribe the Arkham staff by playing a low-level blackout trick and playing everyone around.

And now, the poor child came back, the old man's hands were shaking, he didn't know what to do. All sorts of complicated emotions raced around in his head, and they finally exploded together. The mage let out a helpless sigh and cast a spell to make the lost old man fall asleep again.

He himself was sitting in front of the TV, watching the comments from all walks of life in Gotham on Bruce's speech, chuckling from time to time.