92 Gotham: Resurrection
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There are no less than ten Red Hood safe houses in Gotham. In addition to the main safe house used as a base for outlaws, another important location is here: not only because most places in Gotham can be reached within fifteen minutes by motorcycle from here, but also because of the excellent lighting here.
In rainy Gotham, sunlight is undoubtedly a scarce resource. Red Hood picked and chose among his many safe houses to select this one with the largest area of sunlight - to grow succulents.
These plants, native to the desert, don't need much water, but they do need plenty of sunlight. When there's no one around, or when he simply wants to be alone, Jason Todd likes to come back here and fiddle with the flowers and plants on the balcony.
Therefore, the safe house was not tidy in the standard sense - the disassembled gun parts were placed casually on the table, and several bullets were huddled together; there were several books stacked next to the sofa, and judging from the position of the bookmarks, two of them were almost finished; the bed was acceptable, and the habits he had developed in the past had become an inseparable part of Red Hood's life... but it was definitely not suitable to be shown to the farmer.
When Jason Todd opened the door, he thought for five seconds whether to quickly pack up these things. Aria had already squeezed in like a beagle trying to squeeze out of the door every day. Her voice sounded happy: "Is this your home?"
She has now visited many of her friends' homes, and each one has a different decor. The farmer is happy to learn more about her friends' living environments. This excitement even dilutes the sadness of having just eaten the cup.
Before setting off on the expedition, the farmer turned to the homeowner and asked, "Can I take a look around?"
"It's a temporary base, not a home. Please make your own way." Jason Todd half-leaned against the doorframe, watching her wander around inside with some helplessness. This safe house didn't have any secrets that the farmer couldn't know, so it didn't matter how she wandered around...
Just like now, the farmers clearly consider other things more important than the lethal weapons on the table.
Aria pressed the page with her hand briefly and pulled out the lottery ticket she had been thinking about day and night. She was quite surprised: "You actually used it as a bookmark?"
No wonder she always felt that there was something vaguely attracting her when she visited Red Hood's room. It turned out to be this... Although how to use the reward after it was issued was entirely a personal choice, the farmer still wanted to scream.
This is the lottery ticket issued by Lewis! When she walked out of Lewis's house, she wanted her trouser pockets to be stuffed with this thing, but someone didn't care about it and put it in an ordinary book.
Although the fact that Red Hood was reading a book also shocked the farmer, as if he had accidentally learned that a rapper had actually completed his college education - compared with Red Hood's abominable extravagance, reading a book did not seem so shocking.
Perhaps the vigilantes in Zuzu City all have cultural requirements, so the farmer, whose bookshelf is just for decoration, felt guilty and felt that he was about to be drowned in this ocean of knowledge where books are supreme.
"Why, do you think this little piece of paper is more worth seeing than all my weapons?" Red Hood stepped closer, took the prose collection from the farmer's hand, and snapped it shut along the spine. "But to me, it's just a thin piece of paper."
"I don't need the Gotham government's hypocritical 'rewards'. This kind of trick can only fool those 'kind-hearted people' who get carried away easily." No matter how nice a politician's words are, they are still politicians. Even the devil's kids won't buy it, but some people still rush to get ahead like fools.
Red Hood sat sideways on the sofa, his gloating expression almost overflowing from the bucket when he said this: "But I heard that some people didn't even get the reward for fooling the fool?"
Hey, hey, hey, that's a bit too much. The farmer should be killed, not humiliated. Aria reached out and tapped the book in Red Hood's hand—his gun-calloused hand firmly held the red cloth cover of the book, making it obvious that it couldn't be snatched by force—and then pointed to a nearby trash can.
"You can find a home for unwanted things in the trash can," Aria said the first half of the sentence with pretended indifference, but she broke down before finishing the second half: "...Remember to tell me where you throw it." The farmer could immediately perform a trash can cleaning just to give each redemption ticket a home.
"I'll let you know when it's lost." Red Hood put the book aside, took out his three-piece maintenance kit, and slowly lubricated the weapons on the table, waiting for her next words.
However, the farmer said nothing. She sat down on the stool and stared at him intently, as if he were a physical being. Red Hood was so frightened by his gaze that he rubbed the oil on the same spot twice. Finally, he threw the gauze aside and said in despair, "So this is why you came to see me today?"
After defeating the Court of Owls, Red Hood prepared for the farmer's visit and decided to reveal his identity to her—there was nothing to hide, especially after Black Mask, who had previously revealed his identity, became demented. The remaining inquiries also relinquished their talons. To enemies, the question of who lies beneath the Red Hood is a crucial one, but to friends, revealing one's true identity might be the first step toward true openness.
Sometimes Red Hood couldn't help but wonder if he could reveal his alter ego to the farmer, she would probably just gasp in surprise and get on with her business. Identity was probably the most insignificant thing in the farmer's eyes. As long as they were human, she didn't seem to care what their names or pasts were.
But that didn't mean Jason Todd wanted to reveal his identity in this situation, in front of the farmer's gleaming eyes. It made him seem guilty! It didn't make sense. She had never asked him who he was or what his past was, but now he was the one feeling guilty about his dual identity?
Aria looked at the weapons being lubricated with envy, unsure of their attack power. She imagined how wonderful it would be to carry them into the mines—though reloading would be a problem. Hearing his words, the farmer snapped out of his grand vision and looked puzzled, "Aren't you still busy?"
Although it is possible to interrupt the NPC's ongoing work and talk to him, since she is asking for help, Aria feels that she still needs to have some attitude.
She heard Red Hood take three deep breaths and put his weapon aside. Although she couldn't see his eyes behind the goggles, his gaze was clearly on her: "Just tell me if you have something to say." A quick knife that falls directly is much better than a slow knife.
"I have a feeling you might have some experience in this area," the farmer said, glancing over at the thriving plants on his balcony. They were all doing quite well. Compared to her method of just planting crops and leaving them alone, Red Hood had clearly put more effort into these projects. He'd even created a small patch of artificial shade for plants that weren't sun-tolerant but loved the heat. "Plus, you probably have more resources than I do... so perhaps you know some way to bring them back to life?"
She knew some plants were incredibly resilient: the Selaginella, having evolved over hundreds of millions of years, could still revive in water even after dying. The ancient fruit, supposedly dormant for tens of millions of years, had unexpectedly died from a single squeeze. But at this point, the farmer didn't want to blame it for being fragile, so she decided to ask Red Hood if there were any plant communicators out there who could give it a last ditch effort. If even unconventional methods proved ineffective, the farmer would tearfully accept the situation.
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If the eye contact before was a hint, then this was almost as obvious as it could be. Watching the farmer talking about other things, Jason Todd sighed - he should have told her his identity earlier, so that Aria would not use some seemingly plausible gossip to hint at him to confess his identity.
The Red Hood clasped the hood with his ten knuckles. With the sound of the internal lock opening and closing, Jason Todd first revealed his handsome jawline, and then the hood that had been with him for some time fell off his head - revealing his messy but soft black hair.
This face fits in just about anywhere. If you meet him on the street, you'd mistake him for a model with a striking, aggressive aura. If you bump into him in an alley, you'd easily mistake him for the real boss behind a gang. And if you meet him in a library, people will often take a second look behind the books, then ask their friends what major he's in.
But this was Zuzu City, and the farmer wasn't wandering the streets, venturing into alleyways, or even reading a book. She asked if there was a way to revive the plants, but Red Hood simply removed his hood to reveal his face, leaving Aria a bit bewildered.
"Wait..." Did Red Hood mean to use his face to bring plants to life? This game probably doesn't have that feature yet, or else the farmer would have done it himself. Could it be that Red Hood actually has some special power? Like eternal youth and vitality... But if she really used this barrel to grow ancient fruit, what would happen to Red Hood? He must have his reasons for wearing the mask. It's better to be kind.
…Things seem to be getting weirder and weirder.
Seeing Aria's increasingly strange expression, Jason Todd, who had taken off his hood, lowered his eyelashes and blinked heavily. When he opened his eyes again, he spoke in that nonchalant tone: "Jason Todd, perhaps you have heard some things about me - I used to be Batman's Robin, died, and then lived again."
He rolled all the heavy things in the past into an extremely simple linear time with only three nodes. It was extremely brief, but each one left a strong mark in his life.
"There's nothing much to say about my past." His face was calm, as if he had accepted the absurdity and fickleness of fate. But the farmer saw a small flame burning stubbornly in his blue eyes. "I don't know where you got this information, but it's true that you're looking at a corpse that has been resurrected."
Jason's lips curled up in a challenge, but not at her. "I've been to Hell, but it was too boring, so I crawled back out—it's a lot more exciting up there than down there."
Wait, wait, wait. Aria was dumbfounded. She originally thought that there might be a plant resurrection technique in this world, but she didn't expect that there was a human resurrection technique.
That grandpa... Oh, grandpa has turned into a handful of ashes, and probably doesn't meet the conditions for resurrection.
But there is still hope for her ancient fruit!
...However, before starting a special seminar on plant resurrection, there is still a problem that needs to be solved urgently.
The farmer stuffed the plant corpse into Red Hood's hand, and under his puzzled gaze, he rummaged around the room for a long time before finally finding a pack of tissues.
Aria picked up the tissue and sat down on the sofa. This was the first time Red Hood heard her speak of something so gently.
"This is an ancient fruit--" she introduced. Although the body of the plant was already shriveled and dilapidated, the farmer still looked at it as if it were a priceless treasure: "It has been buried in the soil for a long time just like you... Maybe, maybe a thousand or ten thousand years." At least that's what the plant introduction said.
"But seeds are seeds. Even if they've been buried for a long time, they can still sprout and grow in spring, summer, and autumn after being discovered... You might ask, what about winter? In winter, we have greenhouses where all cold-sensitive plants can spend the entire warm winter... Just like we humans celebrate Christmas, maybe they have their own festival in the greenhouse."
Red Hood wanted to sneer at the farmer's clumsy way of coaxing a child, but the smile quickly disappeared from his face.
Because Aria handed him a tissue and said to him very seriously: "But you can cry for a while now."
“…When the ancient seed lay alone underground, it might have secretly shed tears.”
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Please attack the opponent's weakest point
Aria: Are you still reading?
Red Hood: The mayor won't even comfort a fool?
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Aria: I feel like you have some experience in this area (growing plants). Do you have any method to bring the ancient fruit back to life?
Red Hood: Are you hinting at me revealing my identity? Come on then.
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Ancient Seeds: Dried old seeds from an ancient plant. Apparently, it died a long time ago...
Introduction to Ancient Seeds: Can they still grow?
Introduction to ancient fruits: fruits that have been hibernating for millions of years.
According to the first law of bad luck for farmers: if the person involved is not unlucky, the unlucky one is the third person, Bushi. So who is it?
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