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

Frank sat behind the one-way glass, he was sober now, his forehead was bleeding from Randall's blow, and he was wrapped in a bandage several times.He sat in front of the table, looking even more sombre.

"He didn't want to say anything," the police officer who brought them over looked inside, "not even eating."

"We'll let him talk," Dick said, smiling at the officers. "There won't be a lynching."

When Randall opened the door and walked in, Frank didn't even look up at him, like a dead robot, unresponsive.

"Joyce Isabella, female, 26 years old, born in the lower town of Bludhaven, was found dead in her rented apartment 5 days ago." Randall pulled out a chair and sat down in front of Frank. , with a steady tone, he put a stack of documents on the table, and continued sternly: "When she died, she held a Browning M1911 pistol in her hand. A 0.45 caliber bullet passed through her brain. The pistol | There were only Joyce's fingerprints on it, so the police suspected it was suicide."

Frank Toller raised his head because of the name, his eyes were cold.Randall is keenly aware that the other party's emotions are shaking-at least this ability can still come in handy at this time.

"But her cause of death was actually sudden death, which had nothing to do with the shooting. The gunshot wound was added after her death." Randall stared into Frank's eyes and said slowly, "Kids know that "Biochemistry" "Crisis" is just a movie, and the dead can't move, so why on earth did Joyce have a gunshot wound on his head that appeared after he was dead?"

"How would I know," Frank sneered, "won't the police investigate themselves?"

Randall opened the first document, "Don't worry, I will show you the results of our investigation now."

"This is the residue of the substance we checked in the sink at Joyce's house," Randall took out another pack of white powder from the evidence bag, "This is what you gave me yesterday. To be honest, we The composition of this thing has never been studied, they don't even exist in the periodic table of elements, but thanks to this thing is difficult to analyze, so when investigating the walls of the tank, the results came out quickly."

Frank looked at Randall's hand with an ugly face. He froze for a while and said, "What does that mean, this thing is not only available from my place."

"I haven't even said it yet, but you know that the ingredients found are the same? They all contain what you call 'silver element'?" Randall raised his lips and smiled, shaking the plastic bag, "I'm very Curious, why is it called 'Silver Element', there is obviously no ingredient related to this name."

Frank's eyes drifted between Randall and the powder, and after a while he said as if gnashing his teeth: "Who knows? Maybe the person who made this thought 'Argentum' was a romantic word."

Randall nodded, "In this case, let's talk about you, Frank Toller, male, 28 years old... You are a famous person. When we investigated you, we found that all the casinos in the city knew you. No less than twenty casinos have owed money, and the amount is quite a lot—wow, is this still gambling?" When he met someone who was not with him, Randall double-standarded.

"However, all the information you left is false. The person who gave us the information couldn't even match your appearance, so it took several days just to find you."

Frank didn't answer, and Dick sat aside to take notes, and found that Frank's expression was very stiff since Randall mentioned Joyce, and there were many more small movements-his fingers were nervously scratching the edge of the nail cover. Barbs, sometimes fingers clenched into fists—what the hell was he thinking?

"There is no information about you in the federal population database, you live in this country like a ghost, so we changed our thinking, for example... you are actually a mutant who can change your appearance , so I changed my appearance early," Randall looked at the mutant suppressor in Frank's hand meaningfully, "You even lost the house to the casino, so you should have guessed that sooner or later we will I can find you."

"Frank David, this should be your real name, died at the age of 20... Wow, you died eight years ago, it seems that you have escaped the census for several years." Randall turned out a In a photo from a few years ago, the color has faded a lot, but I can barely make out that the teenager in the photo looks somewhat similar to the person in front of me. According to the records, Frank David disappeared due to the flood in less than a year after he was released from prison, until a few years later, a black man named Frank Toller appeared in this place without a trace. In the world, by the women he knew to give him relief."

"I'm not welcome," said Frank coldly.

Randall shrugged. "But Leonardo DiCaprio, Tom Cruise and Chris Evans are still popular."

"Whatever you say, it's just your guess."

"Really?" Randall was noncommittal about this, "Then why did Joyce help you pay off your debts? She has worked as a croupier in so many casinos for so many years, no matter what she can save a lot of money , but when the police station checked the assets, they found that there was not much money left in her bank card, and even after she paid the rent, utilities, she could only live for one month, and Joyce had no other properties under her name. Or a car, her parents left her when she was a child, so Joyce had no elders to support."

Frank pursed his lips and closed his eyes. His mood was depressed, and there was a kind of depression visible to the naked eye all over his body, just like a hedgehog erecting its thorns all over its body.

"The bank's remittance records showed that Joyce took the money out of her bank card within a day. So we asked the people in the casino, and they said, 'There was a woman who brought the money here not long ago, Said it was to pay Frank's debt', and this woman was Joyce."

"..." Frank breathed a sigh of relief, his green eyes were pressed by eyelids, looking gray, Randall felt Frank's sudden chill as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

After Frank was silent for a while, he said without a word: "...she said that we can move to Central City after earning enough money, but I can't quit gambling, and I have been owed money. I... have no luck Well, being able to meet her may be the only time in my life that I got three 7s." But this luck, which was more than 20 years late, was finally killed by him.

"She is the first and the last woman who really loved me... She doesn't like any mutant abilities. She said that she only likes me, the real me, so I will never have to pretend in front of her."

"Then why did you kill her?" Randall and Dick looked at each other, and they both knew that Frank was telling the truth.

"I don't know...I really don't know," the man rubbed his thumb against the side of his middle finger, as if trying to make the wound bigger, he shook his head, his curly hair drooping, "She Says she hasn't been sleeping well lately and has nightmares, so I added some to her water... I just wanted her to sleep better - that's what the guy who gave me the stuff said, said it would make people sick Relax - I really didn't think about killing her."

Frank's eyes fell on a certain void, as if he was recalling, or seeing someone, "She felt unwell after taking a few sips, I asked her to go back to sleep, but she passed out after walking two steps , I didn't realize she was dead until I touched her."

"You know that thing can turn people into mutants, right? Then you give it back to Joyce?" Randall said.

"...I know, but it's really dangerous recently, and being a mutant can give you a little bit of self-preservation—" Frank said in a low voice, "I didn't know at the time that some people would have a rejection reaction after eating this. "

So after panicking, he cleaned up the scene, disguised Joyce's death as a suicide, then hid in the corridor, and finally used his ability to transform to mix among the police convoys, and left quietly .

He may have loved Joyce, but he loved himself more.He had already forgotten whether his hand was trembling when he pulled the trigger with Joyce's cool fingers. Was his expression sad or calm?

Wilder, Joyce, the gangsters Randall met, and even more, those who died of unknown reasons and had crescent-shaped scars on their bodies, probably all died because of this kind of thing.This kind of drug seems to be able to stimulate a person's ability to mutate, and the risk that comes with it is that some people will have a rejection reaction during the genetic mutation process, and they will die inexplicably like this, and those powdery things have long been Incorporated into the body, and as the body loses its vitality, they also become silent in the cells, undetectable - the only feature is the crescent.

Randall suddenly remembered one thing. The Latin word 'Argentum' comes from the Greek word 'Argyros', so the chemical element symbol of silver is Ag, which means 'light color, bright'. Ancient Westerners used the term moon symbol to represent silver.

"Who gave you something, and why did you give it to you to sell?" Randall finally asked him, "As you said, what you want is always accompanied by loss. If you still want For her forgiveness, you—”

"...Mr. M." Frank said with his head down, "I only know that they call that person Mr. M. I have never met him. They just provide me with goods, and I can get a part of it. And that A large part of the people in the bar is because of this ordinary person who has evolved into a mutant."

……

Randall was depressed after he came out of the interrogation room. After finishing the report, Dick found that Randall was sitting on the chair next to him. The swivel chair kept turning in circles. Randall occasionally tapped the ground with his toes to make the chair continue to turn. Going down, he frowned with a dignified expression, Dick was afraid that he would turn himself into a dizzy head, you must know that not even a day has passed since Randall was injured, the child looked pale and was helped to the sofa by him It also appeared in front of Dick from time to time.

Dick reached out and pressed the back of the chair, "Don't turn around, I won't be able to eat later, Detective Randall."

"Is this over? Closed the case?" Randall said feeling very unhappy.

"Frank admitted that the cause of Ms. Joyce's death was his fault. He also confirmed that the young men who died in the police station and Jem had all obtained the 'silver element' in their own place. As for the people in the speakeasy who were detained ——The leader committed suicide, and the prison guards didn't catch up. He killed himself when he woke up and found himself locked in the prison. The rest of the people were either crazy or speechless. Look at the judgment made by the psychiatrist... and that Mr. M, we don't have the slightest clue now."

"What about Dr. Truman's manuscript? There's nothing useful in that pile of papers?"

"Still researching, it shouldn't be so fast."

"..." Randall chewed viciously on the biscuit that Dix gave him, "So we have nothing to do now?"

"If you can do your own reporting, we're pretty much free."

"Okay, can you play games?" Randall asked him.

"Don't pretend you can't hear it—what game are you referring to? I should..." Dick recalled that the racing game record he set with Wally is still unsurpassed in the Titan Tower, and he was in the manor with Jason He has also played a lot of games, at least he is not bad at playing games.

"It's fine if you know how to call. Do you want to go to my house after get off work today?" Randall nodded and asked naturally.

"Cough, uh—what?!" Dick raised his voice a bit. When other colleagues looked over suspiciously, he scratched his cheek and gently reminded: "Aren't we going a little too fast like this?"

The innocent minor blinked: "...Is the LOL diamond double row too fast when you first come up? How about we play two Mario games first?"

The ashamed adult Dick Grayson rubbed his red ears: "...Ah, you said League of Legends, cough, I can..."

The author has something to say: Xiaolan: I really don’t have that kind of worldly desire.

Dick: Almost overwhelmed by worldly desires!

Stick with the bosses! !

感谢在2021-04-1323:54:59~2021-04-1500:57:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: 1 Lululu on the shore;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!