Chapter 50 Recognition

　　"Mr. Luosha, are you going to participate in this martial arts competition?" asked the girl in yellow in the streets of Luofu. Her eyes were bright and lively, like the finest gems.

　　Su Shang intuitively felt that this humble merchant was quite capable.

　　"I am not keen on competing, but I am just taking advantage of this popularity to sell some things. I really don't dare to embarrass myself in front of everyone."

　　Luosha smiled gracefully, was humble and polite, and there was no sign of him trying to deceive an ignorant girl.

　　"You really didn't do anything illegal?" Jason looked at him left and right, but couldn't find any flaws. Damn it, does that mean he's not a good person just by looking at his face?

　　"Why is this young man so hostile to me? Does Luofu have a curfew at night?" The yellow-haired man responded with a smile.

　　"Jason, he's Jason Todd." Su Shang interrupted.

　　"Little brother Jason?" Luosha smiled, but his eyes were deep and unfathomable.

　　As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. Jason didn't want to stop him for too long: "Okay, sorry, I lost my temper. You can go to the Cloud Cavalry to complain about me."

　　"Brother Jason and Miss Suchang are both chivalrous people. They do this to maintain the law and order of Luofu. How can I blame you?" The good-tempered merchant said this and finally dispelled Jason's guard.

　　"Have a nice night. Goodbye, Mr. Rakshasa." The girl said goodbye to him with a smile, and left holding her colleague's shoulder.

　　"Let's go, let's go, it's time to get off work~"

　　Jason and Su Chang left. Luosha stood there and watched their backs disappear around the corner. They were full of youth and playing around. He sighed with emotion and a smile with an ambiguous meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth:

　　"Resurrection from the dead is truly a miracle. Even in the case of the miracle of abundance, it is difficult to achieve such a perfect resurrection. Even the immortal Vajra clan is just reincarnation. It is truly enviable."

　　"You're right, Miss Jingliu," he said to the empty street.

　　Click, click, the sound of footsteps suddenly appeared, and a white-haired woman walked out from behind him. She had a layer of black gauze on her eyes and was wearing the unique clothes of flower growers. When she restrained her breath, she looked like an ordinary blind girl.

　　"Don't do irrelevant things, Rakshasa." She said coldly, as if she could see it.

　　"I'm just curious, why can he do what even the most powerful Dragon Lord of all time, the one who ascended to the throne of Baiye with the body of a short-lived species, couldn't do with the help of the immortal dragon transformation magic and the sudden flesh and blood of the God of Abundance."

　　Under the moonlight, the woman's momentum gradually became fierce: "Don't do irrelevant things."

　　"Both the soul and the body are exactly the same as they were before they died. Miss Jingliu, don't you want to understand the mystery? Otherwise, why would Luofu allow a foreigner with unknown origins to become a member of the Cloud Cavalry?"

　　"If it was two hundred years ago, maybe I would, but now there is only one thing I have to do." Frost gradually spread, ice crystals climbed up Luosha's legs and feet. The white-haired woman slightly revealed her eyes under the black veil, and bright red blood flowed in her pupils.

　　"——I will cut off the stars for her."

　　Luofu's day starts with a glass of soda soy milk.

　　"yue——" Dick was lying in the grass vomiting, a can was lying at his feet with its eyes open, and Tim patted his back with glee.

　　"That's lame, Dick. It's just a drink. You can't break your promise to the fox girl~"

　　"Yue, if you have the ability, try it, Yue——"

　　Dick continued to spit out rainbows, and looked like he wanted to dig out his throat and wash it out.

　　"Goodbye, I don't want to try it." Tim shrugged. Bruce didn't know where to go early in the morning. Several people from Beloberg also had tasks to do. Only he and Dick were bored, so they were sent out to study the customs and practices of growing flowers.

　　Dick vomited for a long time before he felt better. He wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve and stood up with the help of the tree. He rubbed the suspicious marks on his chin while complaining about the flower grower's strange taste buds:

　　"I didn't expect this thing to be so unpalatable. It feels like sour water that has been left for more than three days and is emitting gas. To be honest, even Bruce's chocolate turkey pie might not be this bad..."

　　"A poor little fox girl who can't do business and can't sell anything, huh?" Tim winked at him, waiting for Dick's rebuttal.

　　But Tim didn't get the response he wanted.

　　"…Dick?"

　　Tim looked up and saw that his adoptive brother's eyes suddenly widened and he looked a little dazed. He had experienced this symptom once before.

　　"Jason!" Dick shouted. Tim covered his ears because of the noise. He quickly cleaned himself up and immediately strode towards the street ahead.

　　"Jason! Wait! Jason!" He shouted as he ran, performing real-life parkour on the crowded Xuanwu Street, leaving his poor third brother far behind.

　　"Dick, wait a minute! That may not be..." Tim helplessly stretched out his hand, but all that was left for him was a puff of drifting exhaust gas.

　　Jason was accompanying Yanqing to buy things needed for martial arts practice.

　　"Wound medicine, wooden dummy, compressed energy biscuits... Seriously, why don't you participate in the martial arts competition? How about fighting all the way to the end to challenge me, the youngest guard? The one who will join the Cloud Cavalry the fastest?"

　　Yan Qing was holding a pile of things and stuffing them into his compressed space one by one, while joking with Jason who was standing beside him. The freshly made precious sword was carried on his back with great care, emitting a cold light.

　　Jason was also holding something and rolled his eyes. "Come on, don't. I'm beaten by you every day. What's more, you know my situation. How can I explain it to my parents?"

　　"Don't worry, the general said that no matter what situation you encounter, Luofu will stand by you... Wait, who is calling you?" Yan Qing was talking and suddenly paused, as if he heard something.

　　"?" Jason's first reaction was which neighbor needed help. He and Su Chang often did this job, but it didn't sound like it. He thought of the yellow-haired green tea man from last night and got goose bumps all over his body.

　　"Who is it?" He turned around impatiently and saw a strange man standing in front of him, panting.

　　"Sir, who are you? Do you need any help?" Jason was slightly puzzled, stretched out a hand and waved it in front of him, asking politely.

　　"Dick, I'm Dick." The man grabbed his hand and stared at his face with his fiery blue eyes, not missing any corner.

　　"Um, okay, Dick, is there anything I can help you with?" Jason tried to pull his hand back, but it was useless. This handsome man had strange strength, and he didn't want to use the power of [Hunting] for the time being.

　　Damn it, I'm holding something!

　　Dick actually held Jason's hand, but he still felt like he was floating in a dream. Was this boy really his brother? Why did he look exactly like Jason?

　　Many questions filled Dick's mind, but uncontrollable joy still emerged from his heart. Between doubt, suspicion, rejection and acceptance, joy and immediately announcing it to the world, he asked cautiously:

　　"Your name is Jason? Is it Jason from Jason Peter Todd? It's spelled like this in English..."

　　Dick was clumsily drawing letters in the air with his fingers, not noticing that Jason's expression suddenly froze.

　　"Ahem, you two, if you have anything to say, let's go to the side and talk about it. Don't block our way here, okay?" Yan Qing stood up with a sword in his hand and interrupted Dick.

　　Dick jumped as if awakened from a sleepwalker: "... is it you? The flying swordsman?"

　　The media always likes to give these outstanding characters some strange names. As long as the main characteristics are highlighted, they don’t care about the literary quality at all.

　　Yan Qing scratched his head in annoyance. "What kind of strange name is Flying Swordsman? My name is Yan Qing, and I am the general's personal guard. This Jason is my colleague. If you have anything to say, please go to the side and talk."

　　Jason and Yanqing were standing side by side in the front, with Dick and Tim, who had come running, behind them.

　　Jason whispered to Yan Qing: "Although I know this is a bit of a coincidence, but if they really are..."

　　Yan Qing gave Jason a reassuring look: "I will ask Master Taibu to check their background, but the rest depends on you."

　　In the back, Dick and Tim were biting their ears.

　　"Is he really Jason? But he looks exactly like Jason. We have to find a way to get his hair or blood." Tim was so anxious that he was spinning around. Due to the special nature of the flower growers, there weren't too many people who wanted their blood.

　　Dick looked at the boy in front of him melancholy, "I'm not sure. Do you think we should inform Bruce? He knows Jason better than any of us."

　　"Are you sure Bruce won't make things worse?" Tim remembered when Batman just lost Robin, and he almost broke that line.

　　They agreed to keep it a secret from Bruce for now.

　　The four of them came to a pavilion, which was open from top to bottom and sparsely populated.

　　To Dick's surprise, it was Jason who spoke first, while Yanqing just stood aside with his sword in his arms and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

　　"Hello, Dick, and this——"

　　"Tim, Tim Drake, just call me Tim." Tim immediately sat up straight and blurted out the self-introduction that he had pondered hundreds of times.

　　"Okay, Tim, do I look very similar to one of your relatives or friends?" Jason nodded and directly asked the most important question.

　　"You and him look almost exactly the same. His name is Jason Todd, and he's my adopted brother." Dick said with a sad tone.

　　Jason nodded in understanding: "What a coincidence, my name is also Jason Todd. And, excuse me..."

　　"How many years has your Jason been dead?"

　　"It's been more than two years since he left us. To be more precise, it's been two years, six months and 28 days." Seeing Dick lost in his memories, Tim quickly answered and gave an extremely precise number.

　　The time of death matched the one given by Dan Dingsi, and Jason understood it, but still had some doubts: "Okay, I understand how you feel, but I can't believe you for a moment. Does anyone have a photo of Jason?"

　　Dick's expression suddenly froze.

　　Tim nudged him with his elbow and whispered conspiratorially in front of Jason: "Hey, you don't have any?"

　　Dick whispered back, "Who brings pictures of their dead brother with them when traveling? Let him see places he never saw before? Don't you think this sounds a bit gay?"

　　What he said made so much sense that Tim was convinced: "I'll try to remotely control... the computer to see if I can get Jason's photo, but Bruce has locked everything about him, and I can't do it without alerting him."

　　Jason watched the two men whispering in front of him, and suddenly felt that his (?) family was a little twisted: "So you don't have a photo of your deceased brother in your phone?"

　　Tim immediately raised his hands in surrender: "It's not my fault. I was adopted after Jason died."

　　Jason gasped. Although he guessed that his position might be replaced, the fact was too sudden. He had only been dead for two and a half years!

　　Somehow, a surge of anger suddenly welled up in his heart, but not towards this suspected adopted brother, but towards the unknown parents, or to be more precise, the father hiding behind the scenes.

　　Tim smiled at Jason. What could he do? Could he take out the photo of Robin that he secretly took back then? The problem was that Robin was wearing a mask, so how could anyone tell?

　　Now the pressure is on Dick.