[Comprehensive Yingmi] It’s all the face that hurt me

Atar walked out of the bar under the colorful lights, only to see a motorcycle parked at the door, as if he had been waiting for a while.

His fingers in black fingerless gloves were tapping on the handle of the motorcycle, making a crisp click, but his expression was calm, and he was holding a motorcycle helmet in his arms.

The crowd who were preparing for the day and night carnival had all entered, so only the crooked red carpet and the loose red ribbons were left.

When Atar walked out of the exit, he immediately saw the figure of the other party wearing a leather jacket. His side face was slightly lowered, but the dim light at the door of the bar still illuminated his overly good-looking facial features.

"...Jason?" Atar tentatively called out the name of the person who came.

As he approached the other party, Jason raised his head and looked at him. The white hair dyed in front of the black hair was slightly messy, and was brushed aside by the master indifferently, revealing a delicate appearance——Undoubtedly, Jason Sen is a guy who really stands out from the crowd.

"Why are you?" Atal continued to ask, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Isn't it Roy..."

Roy was connected to the previous call. He thought it was him, but unexpectedly, it was Jason who appeared here.

Jason grabbed the handle of the motorcycle with one hand, kicked his long legs to support the leaning motorcycle, raised his eyebrows at him, and asked, "Why can't it be me?"

He turned on the headlights of the locomotive that were originally off, and tilted his head towards Atar, "Come here, and take you home."

Atal walked over, stretched out his hand naturally, helped Jason straighten the messy white hair on his forehead, and then sat on the back of the motorcycle.

He looked at the car, it had obviously been modified, it looked smooth and expensive, and the dark shell reflected light slightly in the dark.

After confirming that Atar was seated, Jason straightened the motorcycle, and then tried to start it. The motorcycle trembled and let out a roar. The owner of the boots stepped on the pedal and looked back vaguely. Attar's hair spin.

"Roy and I got the sculpture." He casually dropped a bomb, "We've already put it in the study of Quinn Manor."

When Atal and Connor were troubled by Oliver, the extrajudicial team was doing business, and Roy's promise was not just words.

"Thank you." Attar said, he originally thought that tonight's auction would be cancelled, so he would not be able to get it, but unexpectedly, the extrajudicial group got it.

Then, Jason hung the helmet on the left handle of the car. He stretched out his right hand to fish it back, pulled Atar's right hand up and put it on his waist, and patted it on the way.

Although the movements were very gentle, he said unceremoniously: "... If you don't want to be thrown away by me, just be honest."

Just when Atar was about to speak, he sneezed involuntarily.

Jason clicked his tongue and said, "...and Peter Parker ran out, don't you know to bring your coat?"

"He didn't know to remind you?" He clung to Peter, as if he had provoked him, "And it is said that he went back first."

Having said that, when the locomotive started, Jason still subconsciously slowed down, and Atal could feel the night wind from Star City gently brushing against his side, bringing a sense of relaxation as if it had been a world away. , He couldn't help tightening his arms around Jason's waist.

"Is Roy okay?" he asked, restlessly looking for the most comfortable place to sit on Jason's back. "Why didn't he come?"

Why is it Roy again? It's not his partner here. Atal is clearly sitting in his car, but he keeps asking others, as if Jason doesn't exist.

This hamster-like behavior tickled Jason, and he became more and more irritable, so he said in a muffled voice, "Don't move around."

Atar really listened to him and stopped moving, but Jason felt even more depressed for no reason.

"Something happened near the sea in Star City tonight, just about half an hour ago," Jason sighed, trying to suppress the weirdness in his heart, and explained, "Both Connor and Roy rushed over there. There is a monastery, and it is said that the scene is very tricky, so Roy asked me to come over."

Atar didn't dare to say anything immediately: "..."

If he remembers correctly, he and Constantine came to the monastery half an hour ago, and then his anger stirred up the calm sea, razed the dilapidated monastery to the ground, and exposed the secret hidden in it for three years. Thick bones——

All the wrong moves to get his attention.

He probably got something wrong, and there was a reason for his past self to watch the incident from the dark, but not to move.

The truth is not that he left clues for his future self to decipher it as he thought, but he knew that if he stepped forward to stop it, it would cause even greater disasters and let those people find more reasons to do evil.

For example, now that he and Constantine have messed up everything, I am afraid that what happened tonight will alarm those who came to Star City because of him, and become the trigger for the spread of the dark factor in Star City...

Mistaking Atal's silence for worry, Jason's voice came from in front of him: "It's okay, they should be able to solve it."

Atar didn't intend to let more people know the strangeness of his life experience, so he just nodded and said, "Got it."

It might be that his voice sounded a little listless. When the locomotive passed a series of warm orange street lights, Jason made the locomotive stop suddenly by the bridge.

Then he stretched out his long legs to support the ground, got off the car neatly, and gestured to Atal to stop him, signaling him to stay quietly on the locomotive.

"You don't need to come down." He said indisputably, and walked across the street, "Wait a minute."

It was almost midnight in Star City, and the stars were dotted like diamonds in the dark blue to blackened sky, and their natural beauty surpassed any man-made things.

Atal didn't know what Jason was going to do, so he watched his back across the street, and came to a shop with a string of colorful light bulbs. He opened the door and walked in, making a crisp bell sound.

Atar played with his fingers a little bored, and did not wander around obediently.

He always felt as if he had forgotten something... Then he remembered that his piano case was still on Peter.

The other party has been helping him carry the piano box without complaint, but he was enchanted in the corridor.

Although poor Peter was sent back to the bed in Quinn Manor by Constantine, he hadn't put on his pajamas, and he might still be pressed down by his equipment. He might have a particularly sore back in the morning...

It would be too sinful if it affected his growth.

Atar decided to treat him better tomorrow, otherwise his conscience would ache.

He waited for a while, but still didn't see Jason coming out, and began to look around.

Then, Atar's eyes fell on a certain place, a young boy was carefully scribbling something on the wall, it was a wall that had already been painted with all kinds of dirty words, but he was brushing them silently A layer of white paint is applied, and then some patterns are drawn with black paint.

He wasn't very interested at first, but the boy's side face made him feel a little familiar... This is the waif who was eager to move his bicycle at the door of the bar before.

Speaking of which, when he came out, he really didn't see the bicycle. The other party must have stolen it and exchanged it for money.

While thinking, Atal got off the motorcycle and walked towards the boy quietly.

The other party knew nothing about his actions, and still turned his back to him and daubed on the wall, with an expression of indescribable piety, as if what he was doing could bring him some unknown power, but this piety was With evil intent on destroying everything.

He watched silently as he finished drawing a whole symbol...

This is a familiar symbol. He has seen it in the photos of the suicide scene, and even in his own dreams. Atal has already left a deep impression on it, and he will never admit it.

"What are you doing?" he couldn't help but say.

This sudden sound startled the other party, he immediately threw away the paint-stained brush, jumped away from Atar, his eyes showed vigilance, and then grabbed his dirty coat.

He covered his entire face, and put on a defensive movement, as if Atal would bite off a piece of flesh if he took a step closer to him.

"What is this?" Atal pointed to the wall.

"It has nothing to do with you!" the boy roared viciously, "rich people like you won't understand!"

Apparently, he also recognized Atal's famous face.

Atal was about to ask him a question, but the other party stepped back tentatively, seeing that he didn't reach out to stop him immediately, so he quickly ran away without looking back, leaving a whole bucket of paint and brushes in place.

He rubbed his fingers against the wall, then crushed his fingertips, feeling that the touch was not quite right, so he put it under his nose and sniffed——

The smell of iron is blood.

This was not the paint he thought. Atal frowned and squatted down, picked up the brush and stirred it in the paint bucket, and immediately there was the disgusting strong smell of blood.

He raised his head again, thinking that the boy had already run away, so he didn't have time to touch up the symbol, too much blood slipped from every scratch, like a cry of blood rain.

Atar took out his mobile phone, took a photo, then put the mobile phone back in his pocket, crossed a street as if nothing had happened, and walked back to the locomotive.

Jason had already returned, with an anxious expression on his face, as if he didn't know where Atal was. He turned his head and saw Atal walking, so he walked towards him quickly and gave him a hand.

"Didn't I tell you not to walk around?" Jason said hastily.

He didn't expect that it was almost late at night, and there were still many people in that shop. This was the place he and Roy found during the day. He thought that Atar hadn't come, so he decided to bring him a copy.

Jason didn't dwell on this issue for too long, he just frowned, and after seeing that there was nothing unusual about Atar, he took off the plastic bag from the handlebar of the motorcycle and handed it to him.

Atal took it without knowing why, opened his pocket and looked down, and found that it was a cup of warm drink, still bubbling with warm steam, which gradually warmed his somewhat cold hands, bringing it into the night warmth.

"I don't know what flavor you like," Jason's voice came from the top of his head, with a trace of inexplicable emotion, "I bought the original flavor for you, remember not to catch a cold so easily next time."

The straw for the drink has been inserted very considerately, which is indeed in line with Jason's silent character.

Atar immediately bowed his head and took a sip, feeling a warm current passing through his body, dispelling the cruel cold caused by the late night.

The heart that had become slightly cold and hard because of seeing the strange symbols gradually softened. He raised his head and looked at Jason: "Thank you."

Atal's clear blue eyes looked at him with rare clarity and unreserved trust, shining slightly in the deep night of Star City.

Under such gazes, Jason felt the familiar feeling of irritability rushing to his heart again, as if a hand was pinching his heart.

So Jason didn't leave immediately, he leaned slightly to look at Atal's face, the latter didn't avoid his eyes, and there was an unclear emotion in his eyes.

……

Jason slowly reached out to take off Atal's glasses, then moved closer to him, stopping a few centimeters away.

This distance is indeed a bit close, not suitable for the relationship between him and Atal, but it is enough to make the heart beat faster.

Jason tried to find the reaction he wanted in his eyes, but found nothing, and Atal was calm.

"Is there something dirty on my face?" Atar reached out and wiped his cheek, "Did I get the drink on my face?"

After a while, Jason opened the distance between the two of them, and he actually showed a little frustration.

"So you haven't grown up yet." He said irritably, and got on the motorcycle, "...Forget it, go back."