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

"When was the last time you saw the dead?"

"Yesterday evening...about six o'clock in the afternoon, I just came back from school." Randall sat on the sofa in his room, the door was open, the room next to him was full of people, some policemen and forensic doctors were in front of the door Hurrying through the narrow corridor, the sound of the siren below kept ringing. As the evening approached, the red and blue police lights rotated, reflecting broken colors on the glass windows.

"Are you still in school?" Dick paused for a while, feeling a little unbelievable, and looked at the man in front of him with delicate and heavy makeup again.

"Don't I look like a student?" Randall smiled. He fished in his coat pocket, took out his student ID card, and threw it to the policeman in front of him.

"...Randall Mestas, you're only 19 years old?" Dick slid his finger across the number on the thin student ID card, and finally raised his hand, comparing his seemingly It's a mugshot cut out of a fashion magazine, "Whoa, your makeup is...well, amazing."

The photo on Randall's student ID card is not exactly the same as his current appearance. It can only be said that it has nothing to do with it. .

"If you want, I can help you too. You have a face that is very suitable for makeup, Detective Grayson." Randall smiled at him with his eyes bent, the pearly glitter under the silkworm Like sparkling light, it lined those big light blue eyes even more cleanly, and almost made Dick's heart beat faster for a few seconds.

"No...uh, I mean, I can make an appointment when I'm free." Dick Grayson—a beautiful boy who has been bewitched by all kinds of beauties all year round. Although he himself is also a beauty, who can refuse a beautiful woman What about an invitation?

"Is there anything else I want to ask? I have something to do later." Randall looked out the window. He hasn't cooked dinner yet. He has a few outfits to shoot tonight, and his photographer is still waiting for him. As for the sudden case next door, whether it was a homicide or a suicide... To be honest, he wasn't very interested.

"you--"

"——Grayson, his suspicion has been cleared. Around the time of the deceased's death, he did broadcast live on YouTube... The team is closed, we have to leave first." Dick's partner called him at the door.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Randall, I've interrupted your time, I'm going back to the police station first." Dick stood up, and put the small notebook that recorded the statement into the back pocket of the sweatpants , Randall suddenly realized at this time: the ass of this police officer Grayson is a bit too high.Even Lula, who had been sitting timidly by the side, lingered on it for a while.

After walking two steps, Dick folded back and pulled out a business card from the inside of the leather jacket. On it was Dick's phone number, name and BCPD police badge, "If you think of any clues, you can call me at this number .”

"Goodbye," Randall took the business card, and the thin business card also smelled of the detective's perfume. He put the business card on the table and waved at the black-haired policeman in a good-tempered manner, " If you want to make up, you can come to me."

"Lula, what do you want to eat tonight? We're in a hurry, can we have pasta?" After the police station was almost gone, night had already fallen, and the city of desires lit up with bright light little by little. , who obviously wanted to eat people, but was born resplendent and resplendent.

Lula was still a little embarrassed sitting on the sofa. She is not afraid of strangers. When she and Randall went outside to shoot together, she even ran back and forth without any shyness, but Lula was very afraid of gunshots. Today, the gunshot next door frightened her all afternoon, and she probably couldn't coax the cake in two or three days.

Randall was quick with his hands and feet, and made the pasta in a short time. He was pleasantly surprised to find a meat jar that hadn't expired from the freezer, heated it in the microwave, and mixed it with the pasta.

He didn't know how to cook food before. When he was a child, his mother was good at cooking. He ate nothing heavy for half a month. Later, when he went to school, he ate nutritious meals specially adjusted for him by his teachers, although they were not delicious. , but no nutrition was lost, and he was fed a big man with a thin waist and 1.8 meters long legs, until later he ran back to Brudhaven to go to school alone, and picked up a dirty little girl to prepare Only after taking good care of her did she start to learn how to cook, for fear that the little girl would turn back to her previous yellow and thin skin.

When Lula saw the food, she forgot all other messy things. After all, in the eyes of a cook, nothing is more important than cooking.

Randall took the time to touch up his makeup, changed into the clothes he was going to shoot at night, threw the empty bowl into the sink, found a big windbreaker to put on and was about to go out, Lula consciously carried him on his back The cosmetic bag followed behind.

"It's okay if you don't want to go out today." Randall said to her.

The little girl shook her head and gripped Randall's clothes tightly.

"That's fine." Someone who has turned into a big beauty sighed, and rubbed the little girl's soft black curly hair, "If you encounter something, run away, run to a crowded place, don't worry about me, anyway You run fast."

The little girl blinked her big eyes, she didn't shake her head or nod now, and obediently followed him out the door.

Whether Brudhaven’s law and order is good or not, it’s commonly known as Schrödinger’s law and order. I heard that when former police chief Redhorn was still there, Bruderhaven was almost on the verge of being called two flowers with Gotham next door. Sisters in the dark, but after the current director took office, the reforms can be said to be drastic. Although the crime rate is still the same, the police force has increased, and many black sheep have been eliminated. I heard that there is a new one recently. The superhero of Bludhaven is a midnight vigilante.

It’s just that Randall still doesn’t want to buy a car. After all, cars parked in Bludhaven have a 60.00% chance of being robbed by smashing windows every day. Even if you are driving on the road, you may be robbed on the spot like GTA. Randall felt that he didn't have that much money to support this kind of loss, so it would be better to take a taxi to be safer. After all, those taxi drivers have experienced strong winds and waves.

The place where the photographer and Randall met was a neighborhood with few pedestrians, where the elites usually go to work, the security is relatively good, and the retro and elegant buildings of the last century are still preserved, which is the same as what Randall is going to shoot today The clothes fit well.

"Please Atum, let's make a quick decision today." Randall greeted the photographer, and the dark-skinned photographer clicked and adjusted the camera parameters.

Atum is a mutant photographer that Randall met when he was studying in New York. Although he has a rough face and bearded rock band limited T-shirts, his photography skills are excellent. He has won many international awards, and I heard that many star teams have invited him, but Atum has rejected them all. I have to say why - because of his mutant ability.Not everyone in this society is willing to accept mutants. Even those superheroes who save people from the fire and water have a large number of opponents who go to the city hall to protest every day. Taking pictures of celebrities is a job that is particularly easy to expose their identities. However, it is still too bold for an ordinary mutant like Atum who lives in the gap between humans and superhumans, so Atum has always only photographed scenery and acquaintances.

Atum's ability is 'light', he can adjust the intensity of light and its form and color, so in his photos, the light always exists just right, and the changes of light and shadow make people addicted.

Randall checked his makeup for the last time, and after confirming that there was no problem, he took off the trench coat and handed it to Lula who was beside him.He moved his shoulders, shivered in the slight night wind in early spring, and walked tremblingly on high heels, "Let's start, Atum, I'm ready."

Originally, only the clear moonlight and the faint light refracted by the street lamps in the distance on the uneven surface of the bluestone slab, at the moment Randall's words fell, many light spots appeared out of thin air in the dark alley, just like the night sky The stars are dotted, as if there are many elves revolving around Randall. They maintain a distance that will neither be photographed by the camera nor be too far away, and softly cast light on Randall's body.

The dress had a narrow waist and a long, deep purple half off-the-shoulder dress. There was a slit on one side that reached to the thigh, fully showing Randall's 1.1-meter-long legs.

Randall has been trained since he was a child. He has good physical fitness and a good figure, but he has not yet reached the appearance of those hard muscles in the gym. His arms are long and slender, and he still retains a bit of youthful youthfulness. He is powerful but Never too much.

He walked slowly in the night wind, the heels of his high-heeled shoes stepped on the bluestone floor, making a crisp sound, which echoed in the alley, with gorgeous red lips and slightly downward gaze, and retro silver earrings on his ears. Indescribable sadness shrouded Randall's body, and he seemed to be a ghost from the past, wandering in the city.

"Great, great!" Atum couldn't restrain his excited voice, "I can guarantee that this is the most perfect set of pictures I have ever taken! Landa, you are my muse!"

Randall could almost hear the continuous shooting of the camera in the opponent's hand.

About two hours later, the few sets of clothes that Randall brought were all photographed. He finally took the coat handed over by Lula tremblingly, wrapped himself in it, and put the clothes under his feet that were about five feet thick. The centimeter-high high heels changed back to his own sneakers, "Bye Atum, I'll trouble you again this time."

The black friends are still in a state of frenzy, wishing they could edit pictures on the computer now, and have neatly packed up their things and got into the car, "I will definitely give you a set of photos that will amaze the world, I Muse! See you next time!"

"Ah... goodbye—"

As soon as the car stepped on the accelerator, it left ruthlessly, leaving only an invisible buttock for them. It didn't look like an attitude towards the 'Muse', but more like hiding from enemies.

Randall: "..." He shivered in the gradually decreasing temperature, and when he lowered his head, he saw the little girl looking forward eagerly, with her hands on her stomach unconsciously.

Randall guessed that Lula must be hungry, and suggested: "Let's go eat something?" He also knew that the little pasta cooked at night would not fill him up.

Lula, the cook, naturally nodded happily, how long would it be if she didn't cook at this time.

Randall took the little girl's hand and walked towards the crowded business district. At midnight when the moon was about to climb into the sky, he said solemnly: "By the way, I can broadcast it live. Now is everyone's favorite time to eat and broadcast."