[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

Although Lula didn't come to the police station often, the girls in the police station still remembered her. After sitting in the family area for a while, she had a lot of snacks in her hand.

When Randall saw Lula, the little girl had bulging cheeks and was still stuffing food into her mouth.

"Go home." He stepped forward and rubbed the little girl's hair. Lula raised her head to look at him, and subconsciously rubbed against his palm, like a soft little beast. Randall's heart The anger suddenly dissipated a little.The little girl fumbled in her bosom and took out a cookie for Randall to eat. He lowered his head and bit the cookie away.

"Someone sent us back today," Randall said.

The little girl tilted her head from her seat to look behind him, and saw Dick's face, Dick smiled at her, "It's a bit cold at night, I'll drive you back."

Lula lowered her head again, rummaged through her snack bag, took out a small biscuit, and handed it to Dick.Dick, who would have been stared at if she ate a hamburger, took it flattered, "Oh, thank you."

Dick drove the two of them away in an ordinary car used by the police station for tracking. After getting into the car, Randall was obviously still thinking about something. Dick turned off the music in the car and glanced behind the rearview mirror. La is still concentrating on eating. She is in the growth period now, and she will not gain weight no matter how much she eats.Randall lowered his head, and the warm-colored street lights outside the car window flowed over his skin one by one, as if with a porcelain white luster.

"...There is a problem with his mutant ability." Randall said abruptly.

"Why do you say that?"

"Mutants are born. Mutant genes exist in our bodies from birth. There is no such thing as 'acquired'." Randall frowned, "I thought he might be a person with abilities , or have undergone some kind of radiation... In short, this kind of superhuman is not uncommon, right? But then the mutant's restraint bracelet can't work on him, which is very strange, unless his previous physical examination was wrong, What's even more strange is that once the bracelet is activated, I can't feel his chaotic and crazy emotions, but as long as I take off the bracelet, I can catch it... It's as if those emotions are not his, but exist in him mutant genes."

"Uh, so what does this mean? He's not a lunatic, but his abilities are?" Dick was a little confused by what he said.

"...You're right to understand that, anyway, the source of his power is very strange - so many mutants have appeared in Bludhaven recently, I guess it must have something to do with this." Randall said, "That powder What exactly is it, and who developed it for what purpose... There are too many things to know, and too few clues."

"We've got to find Frank Toller first," Dick said. "Since he seems to have a disguise, I think it's going to get more than a little troublesome."

Randall sighed, leaned back, and looked out through the car window with his head tilted. The moon was not as round as it was two days ago, and it was changing from a full moon to a last quarter moon.

Crescents, scars, powders, mutants... What kind of connection is there between these things?

"Take a shower after you get back and rest early." Dick put his elbows on the car window, looked at the two people who jumped out of the car, and instructed with a smile.

"I know, I know." Randall waved his hand perfunctorily. After walking a few steps, he turned around and said to him, "Be careful on the road, good night, Officer Dick!" What he said to the fans before, but Dick still crooked his eyes and smiled, which made him feel the long-lost days when he had family waiting in Gotham.

Lula raised her snack bag symbolically, shook it, and bounced upstairs with Randall.

Dick waited in the car until the lights in their room came on before starting the car and driving back to the police station.

Lula had a good time eating today, but it was already very late, she ran into the bathroom like a wind, took a shower, and quickly returned to the room to hide under the blanket.

After Randall supervised the little girl brushing her teeth and washing her face, she went back to remove all the makeup on her face. The hair curled with a curling iron had long been straightened by the night wind, and the exposed skin was cold. He went to I was jolted by the scalding water when I was under the shower head.

The water flowed from the top of his head, slid along the light-colored hair, slid across the back, climbed the muscles of the legs, and gathered on the ground.Randall closed his eyes, remembering what happened when he was about to come to this city two years ago.

He was still training that morning, and the teacher who taught him gymnastics in the training room was sharp and merciless. He was hit several times by powerful fists, and his lower abdomen was burning with pain. The sharp metal brushed away from the side of his face, and his skin could Perceive the coldness that is close at hand.His teacher, who doesn't know how old he is now, but who is still physically strong, withdrew his hand and sharp claws, patted his shoulder, frowned and said in a low voice: "You are not in shape today, I will fight next time. "

Randall turned around in a trance, picked up the towel on the floor, didn't understand why he couldn't get up all day, and when he looked up, he saw his principal, Charles, being pushed by Hank in a wheelchair at the door of the training room Look around for him.

He grew up here and studied here. After his parents died unexpectedly, he lived here for a long time. Every teacher and classmate in the school is his most familiar person. Randall wiped his sweat and ran over to ask, "What's the matter, why did you all come to see me?"

Hank was about to say something to him, but was stopped by Charles. The principal watched him calmly, and said to him in a gentle voice that has been the same for ten years: "Go and tidy up first, change your clothes and come to my office. I have something to tell you."

"Oh...well..." Randall keenly sensed the solemnity in the air, it was a sad feeling, and he didn't know what he was sad for, but Randall's heart still tugged for no reason.

When he stood refreshed in the principal's office after taking a shower, Charles looked at him—Randall thought that Charles Xavier had the most beautiful eyes in the world when he entered school—and said softly: "Brudhaven An obituary from the police department, your brother Wilder died in a mission."

"..." He suddenly felt a little ringing in his ears, as if when he understood the meaning of those words, a certain part of his world began to collapse, and the sound of heaven and earth was deafening.Randall's body shook, his voice was so dry that it seemed to come from another world, "...what?"

It turned out that the sad feeling was for him.No wonder he couldn't fall asleep since midnight last night.

Charles sighed: "Come here, Randa."

Randall raised his feet and walked over blankly, like a soulless marionette.Charles put his arms around his shoulders lightly, and the elder lowered his head and touched his forehead, "Sorry Randa, I know this is hard to accept..."

The other party's gentle and calm emotions slowly spread with the skin-to-skin contact.Randall could feel the wrinkles on Charles' forehead, the traces of those years, and some warm body temperature... He shed tears in them, and the tears squeezed out of his eyes, and he couldn't stop, He whispered: "Wilder is... me, the last..." After that, all the relatives connected with his blood were gone, and he was the only one who stepped on the ruins in his collapsed world.

Charles hugged Randall, and the world's most powerful telepath could only use his clumsy kindness to soothe the sobbing child in front of him.

Randall rushed to Bludhaven with Professor Charles in the afternoon, Hank and Charles went to talk to the then police chief, and Randall was taken to the autopsy room.

Ai Qian had just changed into the surgical gown. She looked at the boy with a medical mask and said to him: "Although we haven't asked for your opinion in advance, we will conduct anatomy and medical analysis on his body next. The cause of his death is It's a little strange—you don't have an opinion, do you?"

"Why...why would he die?" Randall asked this sentence with difficulty.His elder brother Wilder was five years older than him. After his parents passed away, his elder brother was his only relative. Wilder became a police officer in Brudhaven very early on. The two of them talked on the phone the night before yesterday. Why today... And Wilder's body has no obvious wounds, no gunshot wounds, and no marks of sticks. If those corpse spots are ignored, he is as clean as if he just fell asleep.

"I don't know," Essie shrugged, "so we're going to do an autopsy to see why."

"..." Randall pursed his lips, "Can I touch him?"

"Please feel free."

Randall stepped forward to hold Wilder's hand, and the palm that was wider than his was now cold.A lifeless loneliness surged up and engulfed him, as if he were trapped in the deep sea.

Immediately, a dim picture appeared in his mind, he heard heavy panting, it was his brother's breathing, Wilder was sitting in a corner of a certain room, a man whose face could not be seen was squatting beside him In front of him, he was holding a tube of potion in his hand, which was being pushed into Wilder's vein little by little. Those gloves were white gloves, and there was a strangely shaped tattoo on the exposed skin.

Randall felt more and more suffocation, and his vision became more and more blurred until it was completely dark.He let go of his hand at once, and took a big breath as if he was breathing air suddenly. His voice was sad and hoarse, and he said in a crying tone: "—his arm...ha, what... "

That was the second time Randall experienced this feeling, the feeling of death.

The first time was when he first knew he still had this ability, the day his parents died.

A man generally dies only once, but he dies many times, and broken hearts are put together again and again.

Randall stood in front of the mirror expressionlessly, holding a hair dryer to dry his wet long blond hair. Water drops rolled down from the corner of his forehead, like tears.

He must find out what is the connection between the crescent-shaped scar on his brother's body, the injection of the man with the tattoo on his hand, and these similar marks and new drugs.

That's why he stayed in Bludhaven.Only the power to find this truth supports him to persevere in life and death again and again.