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

Randall slept through the night and woke up early, at least before his alarm clock went off.

He felt hot, as if he was wrapped in layers, airtight——after he lifted the quilt, he found that he was not only wearing a complete set of pajamas, but also a coat outside the pajamas Without taking it off, apparently the person who put him to bed didn't realize that a goose down comforter was warm enough.

Randall turned over on the bed, lay on his back and looked at the ceiling. There were still some imperceptible stains on the painted white ceiling. He blinked, and the recent events were in his mind Go through it again.Randall sighed, pressed the alarm on his phone before it went off, and walked out of the room grabbing his long, tangled blond hair.

He is going to take Lula to meet Dr. Hannibal on Saturday. He doesn't want to miss today's class. Considering that his credibility with his old professor may have been completely overdrawn, he will still be the last class of this week. I'm going to brush my face.

Randall approached the mirror and tore off the band-aid on his face. Those superficial wounds had healed in half, leaving a few darker scars.He took the ointment provided by Dick kindly and applied it little by little, and then put on a few new sterile patches. Mutants have this advantage, their healing ability is much faster than ordinary humans.

Lula was not woken up by the sound of him brushing his teeth, washing his face and making breakfast early in the morning. Randall went into the room and lifted the kicked-off quilt for the little girl, sealed the breakfast with plastic wrap before going out.

When I arrived at the school, I found that Dr. Hannibal's popularity was very high in this school.Randall thought it was early enough to go out today, but he was still surprised by the crowds when he entered the classroom. The size of the open classroom was comparable to a lecture hall, and it was filled with students from other branches besides their majors.

He wore a peaked cap, thick-rimmed glasses and a mask on his face. At first glance, he looked like a sneaky criminal. Before he walked in, he was stopped to check his student ID.

Gris struggled to find two positions in the crowd, and dragged Randall to sit down. The former patted his chest with lingering fear, and exhaled; the latter looked around curiously, and asked, "Why is there such a thing today?" How many people?"

"Oh, you don't know yet," Gris said while pulling out their professional books from the bag, "Several students have disappeared from school in the past two days, and even the curfew time at night is listed. The number of security guards has also doubled."

Gris looked around and said in a low voice, "I heard that people from the police station speculated that this was a serial crime. It happened that Professor Hannibal was giving a lecture on criminal psychology recently, so they all came to listen."

It seems to have heard a little.When he was wandering around the police station recently, he heard that someone was filing a disappearance case. Dr. Truman's manuscript research progress was slow because most of the manpower was devoted to supporting the disappearance case.Randall recalled his class schedule, and felt that he should have time to go to the police station to inquire again in the afternoon.

If the remaining clues of the previous drug case cannot be found, they can only be shelved temporarily. At least the murder case of Joyce and the others is considered closed...

Randall frowned, remembering the transfer order that he didn't know where he had thrown it. According to the statement above, his partner relationship with Dick Grayson was only maintained until the end of those few cases - that is to say , he is now another free man who can skip work whenever he wants.

A few days ago, he was not very satisfied with what was written on that piece of paper, but now he actually felt such reluctance.

Dick Grayson is not what he expected. He is funny enough, handsome enough and calm enough. He has his own ideas when investigating the case and will not add some strange troubles to Randall. It takes more trouble to go.

By the way, he found Dick's test file yesterday. Although he didn't see the other party subdue criminals or other battles with his own eyes, Dick's file said that his fighting ability, detection ability, and emergency decision-making ability were all A+. The ability to use is also very powerful, moving target practice basic guns can hit ten rings, and even the sniper team has come to poach people.

From this point of view, apart from his lack of qualifications, Dick is simply a perfect partner.

"How's your face?" Gris poked him, looking curiously, Randall's equipment was too impeccable, and Gris couldn't tell what his face was like now, "always with How stuffy it is to wear a mask."

Randall pulled off the mask, tilted his head, and showed his friend the face covered with a few white sterile stickers, "It's not healed yet."

"Wow," my friend slumped exaggeratedly, "If I meet those gangsters, I will definitely beat them all up, hum, I have learned Sanda before."

Randall smiled, and put on the mask again. I don't know if his camouflage in school was too good. People in this school haven't identified Randall with the beauty blogger on the Internet for the time being. Randa', after all he puts on some makeup before even showing his face on air.

While they were talking, Professor Hannibal had already entered from the door. He was still wearing an exquisite suit, with cufflinks, tie buttons and brooches in place, and a slight smile on his face, dignified like an aristocrat somewhere.

Randall pinched the corner of the book, and there was applause around him. He echoed a few times, but his thoughts were still thinking about Dick.His partner, oh, should be his ex-partner now, and he should have started to investigate the disappearance together. I wonder if I can ask him for some information this afternoon.

In essence, criminal psychology is just a discipline that studies the will, thoughts, intentions and reactions of criminals. "What causes people to commit crimes" is the object of their in-depth research. That is to say, in addition to the samples of criminals or themselves His empathy profiling ability is very strong, otherwise it is completely whimsical to imagine that he can evade criminals just by observing a few classes.

Randall took a sip of mineral water, and the noisy and chaotic crowd around him gave him too many unnecessary emotions, which made him feel a little irritated in his heart. It was not long after they parted, and he began to miss Dick and Lula again. A flat mood that rarely fluctuates.

The uncontrollable mutant ability made him feel uneasy. If tomorrow goes well and Lula's condition is normal, he should arrange a time to go to Westchester to see his teachers and old friends.

The person on the podium was wearing an impeccable smile and sharing the case in a gentle tone, but Randall still keenly sensed the other party's 'disgust' for the current situation hidden under the gentle surface.

Randall looked at Dr. Hannibal in surprise, not expecting him to be such a person.

Sure enough, there are more social animals in this world who are running around in the money society, and I don't know how much the old professor spent to invite him here.

If Dr. Hannibal knew about this idea, he would be so speechless that even he would roll his eyes.

Fortunately, Dr. Hannibal's professionalism is amazing. Even if it is overcrowded, teaching so many people is a different price (Randall thinks), he did not show any dissatisfaction, and ended today's session very gracefully. Lessons—and leave no topics to discuss.

Gris urged Randall to rush to the cafeteria to grab a seat, but Randall dawdled and shook his head, "You go first, I have something to talk to Dr. Hannibal about."

Gris hesitated for a moment, then whispered to him: "Then be careful, I think he, er, Dr. Hannibal...he's a little strange."

"What?" Randall asked strangely. The doctor Hannibal in front of the podium was personable, explaining every detail to the students around him, and he couldn't point out any mistakes except that he still expressed 'disgust' to all of this in his heart. , but that's understandable, Dick will put on a bad face every time he has extra work, showing this emotion.

"He... Forget it, anyway, you should pay more attention." Gris patted Randall's shoulder with a complicated face, not mentioning the last time Dr. Hannibal looked at Randall like a pervert—maybe It's just that he's too sensitive.

Randall sat in his seat for a while, and when he checked his phone, he found a few messages that he had missed in the morning. They should have been sent to him when Dick left yesterday.

[If you need to open the box next time, you are welcome to come to me at any time. 】

[I took a bottle of Coke as a reward, and I will buy you a drink when I see you next time. 】

[But I found that you have too much beer in your refrigerator, you are still underage, don't always buy alcohol with your police badge! 】

"..." Has no one really told Dick that he looks like his mother?

And how did he know I bought the booze with the police badge? !

Randall was speechless for a while at the text message, and then laughed silently shaking his shoulders.The two years he lived in Bludhaven were too one-way, and the appearance of Dick made him feel the kind of gentle power and the beauty of being cared for for a long time, um... Anyway, Dick is now in his The ranking in my heart has risen a little bit - Lula is of course ranked first, and it is not as good as Professor Charles and the others. The vigilante who helped him several times is also ranked above Dick.But it’s not too low, at least for someone like Randall who is resistant to this world, Dick is the one who can make him drop what he is doing and go to the appointment without hesitation.

"Mr. Mestas, do you have any questions?" Doctor Hannibal finished his after-school tutoring, and turned his attention to the last student in the empty classroom.

This is also one of the few prey he wants to catch here.

Hannibal has always been doing whatever he wants, and Randall has a strange attraction to him. He noticed Randall the first time he entered this classroom. Those blue eyes were like the deep seabed. With a glance in the past, it pulled him down.

"No, I just want to know the time of psychotherapy tomorrow..." Randall smiled sheepishly and pulled down the mask, "I'm worried that it will conflict with your work."

Hannibal reported a series of addresses, "You can come here to find me, I will live here temporarily for a month. I have nothing else to do tomorrow, so you can call me before you come, so I can prepare in advance." It was the property he owned in Bludhaven, and his dead relatives left him a large inheritance, enough for him to dazzle anywhere.

After all when he decided to 'do' something in Bludhaven, hotels were not a good choice.

Randall Mestas.The name rolled on the tip of Hannibal's tongue. Hannibal stood in front of him and observed the exposed white skin of the other party, and couldn't help but salivate.

The food made with a part of the person in front of me should be delicious, right?

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