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

Dick touched his lower back. The leather jacket was covered with a butt strap. He had to make sure that he could take out the pistol immediately in case of danger.

When they walked into the door of the bungalow, they heard the faint sound of TV broadcasting advertisements from upstairs. The ground was cleaned up very clean, except for a string of footprints left by the cat that just ran out.Dick and Randall walked up the stairs softly. The closer they got, the more clearly Randall could perceive the suffocating breath of death that hadn't had time to dissipate.

The second floor is where Dr. Truman usually treats patients. The doors are wide open, and the beds inside are neatly arranged. It smelled, and the smell of blood permeated the entire third floor.The door of the room where the TV sound came from was ajar, and Randall opened it with a slight push, and the old wooden door made a dull 'squeak' sound.

There was a body lying on the heavy flower-colored floor, and blood spread from above his body, seeping through most of the wool carpet little by little.

The dead man couldn't see his appearance. If he wanted to say why, it was because the corpse lying on the ground had no head. Randall and Dick guessed whether it belonged to Truman based on his size and clothing.After checking that there were no other strange places in the whole room, Dick stood in front of the corpse again, and Randall was squatting beside the corpse to observe the cross-section of the neck.

Although he had seen many corpses in the past two years, most of them had been cleaned up by forensic doctors before he saw them. He rarely faced such a bloody scene.Randall's face was pale, and his shaved cheeks looked real now. Dick patted him on the shoulder worriedly and asked him if he was okay.

Randall suppressed the feeling of nausea and shook his head, "His death is less than an hour away, and it seems that his head and body were directly pulled away... Ugh, do we need to call the police? Here will It won’t be too much trouble, the authorities’ attitude towards this place has always been very ambiguous…”

"I've already notified the police, and they'll come over later." Dick helped Randall along his back, "I just found out that there is surveillance in this room, but the chip cards are all destroyed Yes, the other party did it very meticulously, leaving almost no traces."

"Yeah, it's a pity they didn't expect..." Randall turned his head sideways and breathed a sigh of relief in Dick's arms, "...my mutant ability is such a bug."

Dick knew Randall's ability, but he didn't expect this mutant ability to have such a strong sequelae.

As soon as the young man's hand touched the exposed skin of the corpse, a short scream came out from his throat. His body seemed to have been attacked by something suddenly, and he fell back suddenly, and Dick quickly fished it back.

Randall's ability can be traced back to ten seconds before death at most. He has counted it carefully. It depends on the individual's physical fitness and the degree of fear of the things experienced before death-the more fear, the longer it is, the more straightforward it is The more short-lived.

Dr. Truman, let’s call it that for now before confirming the body... Randall looked at it from Dr. Truman’s perspective. The TV in the room was still playing, and a family comedy was playing before the advertisement, and the laughter was distant and ethereal.Several big, mutant creatures suddenly broke in from the door. Randall felt himself standing up from his seat, and said something loudly to the mutants angrily. , the next second, the leading mutant was enraged, Randall did not see his figure clearly, the mutant was already standing in front of him, the palm was much bigger than ordinary people, and the dark nails on the fingers were sharp And sharp, he pinched Dr. Truman's head forcefully.In the next second, a sharp pain came from the neck, and Randall was dizzy in his head, and his eyes were blurred, unable to distinguish between reality and reality.

All he could think was that the curvature of the ceiling he had seen as he fell back was subtly overlapping with what Dr. Truman had seen last.

"Landa, are you okay?" Dick's anxious voice seemed to come from far away.

Randall blinked, and at the same time his consciousness came back, his eyes began to focus, but it was Dick's two huge panda eyes that were the first to see clearly.

Randall: "...Pfft." He turned his eyes away, harming others will eventually harm himself, every cause must have consequences, he did not expect his retribution to be this.

"I saw something exciting..." Randall grabbed Dick's arm and broke free from his embrace. He stood up and stomped his numb feet. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch himself Randall felt a strange suffocation: "He should be Dr. Truman, that's right, he seems to have done something to offend those mutants..."

He bypassed the corpse and walked over to the desk, which was full of various folders and cases. Randall glanced at it briefly, put aside some irrelevant documents, and picked up the folder that was pressed underneath. One copy, with 'Genetic Evolution' scrawled in ballpoint pen, made Randall wave to Dick with a jump in his heart, "Come on, look at this."

Seven or eight different cases were collected in the file, and several mutants who were caught by them yesterday were also among them.Randall and Dick looked together for a while. Although they couldn't understand the medical terms, they could still see that Dr. Truman seemed to be investigating the fact that ordinary people suddenly turned into mutants.

"So, he might really be able to turn those people back?" Randall turned to the end, and there were notes left by Dr. Truman in the document. He thought that these things should be put away and taken back for a professional Research research.

"But he is already dead." Dick said, "But since the person who killed him is also a mutant, the scope can be narrowed down. There are two types of people with high motives for committing crimes. One type is those who have had disputes before. This should be It's not hard to find, this is the black market, and this kind of information circulates quickly; the other is that the things Truman is investigating now infringe on the interests of the other party... For example, those who have developed drugs that can turn ordinary people into mutants people."

"what!!!"

A sudden high-pitched scream startled them both, and Randall looked up to see a young woman standing in the doorway with a basket, looking over in horror, her fingers trembling in the air.

"You, you... actually killed Dr. Truman!" Although the woman's legs were weak, her voice was still very loud, and a group of people came after she yelled, most of them were poor people who had lived in Block 66 for a long time. I usually received the favor of Dr. Truman, and when I ran up the stairs, the stairs were shaken by many footsteps.

"No, we are the police—" Randall tried to defend himself habitually, but Dick dragged him to the window with a hook.

"They're going to run away!" The woman shouted at the door, and the roars of other people came from behind.

"Let's go first, it doesn't make sense with them." Dick reacted quickly. The two of them couldn't solve so many ordinary people. A very troublesome thing.

Jumping from the third floor was very easy for Dick. He flipped out of the window with his hands, and landed on the ground lightly. When he looked up, he found that Randall was still standing hesitantly by the window.

"Landa, come down quickly," Dick said to him, jumping from the window here is just outside the fence of this bungalow, and they can run out of 66th Street from behind.

"..." Randall turned his head and glanced behind. The men were frightened by the corpse on the carpet, and rushed to his position after seeing Randall.Randall has lived so long, he can run and jump, he has gone to the bottom of the sea to kill aliens, he has gone up to the 88th floor to work as an agent, he can use swords, guns, swords and sticks. The former headmaster's old friend Eric Lanshere always liked to tease him. The powerful mutant who can control the magnetic field is obviously the leader of a hostile organization, but he came to their school every day to play chess with the headmaster. Randall was clingy at that time. Beside Charles, he would always be placed in the air by Eric with his mutant ability, and he would not be allowed to disturb him. Over time, he had a little psychological shadow on Xuankong.

This problem is usually not serious, and basically does not affect his daily life, but it is a bit difficult for him to suddenly jump from the third floor.

Dick climbed up the fence and stepped on the fence. He seemed to see Randall's timidity, and his voice was still the same as when he first met. Dick raised his head and said gently to Randall: "Don't be afraid, I'll catch you."

Randall's nose twitched sadly, and it was the first time someone said such a thing to him... It would have been better without that funny visual smoky makeup.

He squeezed the document in his hand, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and jumped out of the window.

The speed of the fall was very fast, or faster than he expected. Before he had time to recollect the feeling of weightlessness, he was firmly held in his arms by a pair of powerful arms. He felt as if he had been smashed into a piece of wood. In the forest—he finally realized that the perfume smell on Dick was some kind of woody fragrance—Dick snorted, even if Nightwing was catching a person of about the same height and weight falling from a height, it would be a little bit like that Fortunately, he used to be a member of the circus, so he barely managed to stand on the wall, and then jumped off the wall with one hand around Randall's waist, leading the people to run behind.

The police will come soon. There are police uniforms on their cars. At that time, they just need to change their coats and remove the makeup on their faces. After all, they still don’t want their colleagues in the police station to see their current appearance. of.

Dick breathed a sigh of relief, and ran with Randall to pick out places with hidden objects. Hearing the cursing behind him getting softer, he turned out of the side alley within a few minutes and sneaked back to the car inside.

The two people who escaped from the sky don't know at this moment. From this day on, two hippies who don't know their names but are said to have dark circles heavy enough to compete with giant pandas have become blacklisted by all members of Street 66. The top of the list is the degree to which if it is found, it will be beaten to death.