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

Half an hour after Dr. Hannibal opened the door, the Bach piece finished playing, the record player fell silent, and Randall was idly playing the game on his mobile phone. When he heard the sound, he immediately looked up.

Lula came out of the room first, her expression didn't change, she was still indifferent, and her mood didn't fluctuate, as if she had just woken up.Seeing Lula walking towards him, Randall took out a candy from his pocket and stuffed it for the little girl. He didn't eat candy, but when he went out with Lula, he would often stuff a handful of candy in his pocket.

Dr. Hannibal walked slowly behind Lula. He put away the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, glanced at the cold but untouched black tea on the table, and finally landed on Randall's On his face, he smiled slightly, with a low and gentle voice: "Due to heart disease, it is a bit like hysterical aphasia, which occurs frequently in women, and the language function is degraded due to greater fright or changes in family accidents. , but that kind of disease usually comes and subsides quickly, according to what you said, Lula has been in this condition for two years, she hasn't suffered traumatic brain injury, right?"

Lula sat next to Randall calmly, biting a candy, shaking her legs.

"No, she didn't suffer any injuries when I took her for a checkup." He took Lula for a full set of checkups before going through the adoption procedures. Bludhaven's system in this area is not perfect, and the government is busy with other things. Things, the homeless population has always been in a state of laissez-faire, human rights agencies have not come to the door, all things are arranged by Randall.

Although the little girl didn't cooperate at that time, Randall checked everything that could be checked anyway. The vocal cords are fine, and there is no tumor in the brain that oppresses the nerves. Apart from malnutrition, there is nothing wrong. For other problems, he treated him as a little mute—so when Lula sang and uttered his voice for the first time, he was taken aback, and he urgently brought someone to discuss with Ai Qian, two people who had no experience in this aspect After making a lot of phone calls, Bafang asked for help and considered again and again, but only came to the conclusion of a psychological disorder, and Randall also embarked on the path of psychology because of this.

"I understand, but she is too young, and many medicines are not suitable for use, so I will not prescribe medicine for her. The heart disease needs to be relieved slowly."

Hannibal nodded, lowered his head and wrote something in the notebook in his hand, and said to Lula: "If you want, you can come over next week. I will be in Bludhaven this month. We can Let's talk again... with your, uh, favorite music."

Dr. Hannibal handed the finished paper to Randall, in which he briefly wrote about Lula's psychological state and the severity of symptoms, as well as the measures Hannibal might take next, such as relying on hypnosis to make Lula fade away. The pain that has been in her heart or face it and overcome it, as long as she is willing to start accepting, the next thing will not be a big problem, the point is how to get her to start accepting.

Lula didn't want to speak, but they wanted to find out what Lula was really afraid of in this silence.

"This is the location of my clinic in Baltimore. If you need anything in the future, you can come here to find me." Hannibal handed over a business card.

"Thank you."

Randall frowned and read all the thin paper. Hannibal is obviously a person with strong profiling skills. He can figure out the other party's heart through a short contact with Lula, and the opinions he gives are also It's quite satisfactory, but it is indeed an angle that Randall has never tried before, because Lula is very resistant to going to the hospital, this time he took something to 'bribe' in advance, and Randall was injured and Lula didn't want to show a bad look , so I agreed to come over.

"If Lula is willing next time, I'll send you a message." Randall put the things away and put them in his pocket. "The cost of treatment is easy to talk about."

"We can make an appointment in the morning next time. I can treat you to lunch." Hannibal stood up and buttoned up a button of his suit. "Cooking delicious food is one of my hobbies."

He sent the person outside the door, "There is one more thing, I wanted to ask yesterday, student Mestas, what happened to your face?"

Randall raised his hand to touch it, and there were still some traces of the wound on his face. Randall didn't want to put on makeup, so he just changed a few sterile stickers and continued to stick them, "It's just... I met a few robbers, so I was hurt. It's a little bit hurt, it's fine, it will be fine in a few days."

"Really," Hannibal looked at him thoughtfully, "It's really important to be careful."

After parting with Dr. Hannibal, Randall took Lula's hand and walked to the side of the road. While checking if there was a taxi on the road, he asked Lula, "What do you think? Would you like to let Dr. Hannibal take over?" Are you coming down for treatment?"

Lula looked up at him, the little girl's amber eyes looked straight over, the gray sky rolled in the bright pupils, as if observing Randall's reaction, after a while, when Randall thought he had When there was no response, Lula nodded slightly.

"Really? Then let's come back next week." Randall raised his eyebrows, his mood visibly increased, but he still put his arms around Lula and said softly: "If you don't want to, I won't Force yours."

The little girl lowered her head to look at the ground again. Her emotions were always within a certain stable threshold. Apart from being able to perceive Lula's violent fluctuations in emotion when Lula was frightened, Randall could only rely on observing Lula. facial expressions to identify her mental activity.

Unlike Dick's possibly trained sense, Lula is more like some kind of precision instrument, only responding to certain situations, but usually only has a poker face-as if something is in her body. The side kept reminding her of fate, telling her: Don't show more emotions for others to see!

"I'm going to Westchester tomorrow, Lula, do you want to come with me?" Randall asked her, "You went there once two years ago, that old gentleman in a wheelchair, you do you remember?"

That was when Randall went back to get his things. Not long after he adopted Lula, the little girl grabbed his clothes and refused to let go, so Randall had to pack him and take them to Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys.

At that time, he also tried to ask Professor Charles for help. This child didn't know his past experience and his family's name, and his mental state didn't seem to be very good. It can be said that it was terrible.But the most powerful telepath in the world expressed helplessness, and Lula's brain seemed to be surrounded by iron walls, and Charles couldn't read her heart at all.

In this regard, Eric Lanshere, who once made an extremely ugly steel helmet to resist Charles's telepathy, expressed curiosity and wanted to study Lula, but it was a pity that he was the same as Randall, who had some resistance to Magneto. , Lula is not too close to this little old man, and runs away when she sees anyone, which makes the life of the empty-nester Magneto with children suffer another serious Waterloo-he likes to play with children, but the children seem to be a little afraid of him.

Lula gripped Randall's hand tightly.

"Okay," Randall, who read Luyu Level [-], understood clearly, "Then I'll book two air tickets."

As soon as they entered the apartment, it began to rain outside.The room next to Randall's has been quickly cleaned up. Ms. Joyce's personal belongings were packed and taken away by the moving company, and the vacant room had not been vacant for a day before the agent brought someone to see the house.

The probability of accidents in this city is not low. Few people care whether someone died in this room. Compared with that, the most important thing is whether the rent is cheap enough.

Randall chose to rent a house here because the rent here was low enough, the size of the room was just enough for two people to live, and it was very close to his school.

Lula doesn't have many friends, but she has a good relationship with the old lady who manages the apartment on the first floor, so he has no plans to leave for the time being. It's just that he has saved money for two years, and he can almost buy a house in Bludhaven. A big enough house.

If you can't solve your current situation with Professor Charles, maybe you should start thinking about a single-family house, like the one that Dr. Hannibal lives in... But their side is a bit too gloomy, which makes people uncomfortable Comfortable, suitable for living or in a place with better Feng Shui.

He remembered that there were a few good fortune-tellers in Chinatown, and he could consult them after he really made up his mind.

Randall quickly booked a ticket to New York tomorrow morning. There is no direct flight from Bludhaven to Westchester. They can only go to New York Airport first, and then transfer to Westchester County Airport. The distance between Westchester and New York City is not very far.

At this time, he would miss the X-Men's Blackbird fighter, not only fast, but also with optical camouflage.

Early the next morning Randall dug Lula out of the bed, the sleepy little girl yawned and washed in the bathroom, and heard her guardian answering the phone in a hurry in the living room, "Dick? What's the matter—wait, I The slices of bread are getting burnt—"

Randall tilted his head in a hurry and clamped the phone with his shoulders, while shoveling the bread slices out of the pan, the hot cheese slices melted on top and flowed down the edges of the crispy bread, "It's all right now, what? thing?"

He picked up the plate and put it on the table, then took out the warmed milk from the microwave, calling for Lula to come and eat quickly.

"Did you mention the exchange meeting between BCPD and GCPD last time?"

Hearing the sound, Dick should also be on his way to the police station. There are noisy car horns all around. Once they get busy, they won't even have a day's rest left.

"Well, it should be a while later. Last year was before Midsummer. It lasted for half a month. I just went to help out and left after a few days, because I couldn't leave Lula here alone. For a long time...why did you ask this suddenly, did someone from the police station talk to you?"

Dick paused on the phone, "...just curious, nothing."

When he exchanged information with Tim and the others at night, he found out that the orphanages in Gotham that were empty overnight might be inextricably linked to the ongoing kidnapping in Bludhaven. They don't plan to tell others about the matter, at least in the information they investigated, some organizations that are not convenient for ordinary people to get involved in it are involved-like Hydra.

Why every time something abnormal happens, there must be the participation of this kind of organization behind it. Could it be that the same kind will attract each other, and people with brain problems will end up mixing with organizations with problem brains?

"What are your plans for today?" Dick changed the subject. "Sounds like you're in a hurry."

"I'm going back to my alma mater." Randall bit a piece of bread and explained vaguely: "There seems to be something wrong with my ability now. I'll go back and consult with my instructor... I'll only go for one day. Will be back."

Oh, he's going to New York...

Dick swallowed the second half of his invitation to go out to dinner with him this afternoon.

Wait a moment!Why have a dinner date?Dick frowned, and suddenly realized the blind spot that he had been neglecting all along.

Probably the reason why he dreamed of Randall for several days in a row, the boundary between dream and reality gradually blurred, so that he naturally thought that the relationship between the two of them was relatively close...but every day he would dream that the other party was already A very weird thing, maybe he will take the time to ask Zatanna if she is cursed by some magic - Landa is one year older than Tim!

"Then you, cough, pay attention to safety." Dick hung up the phone in a panic, his hand holding the motorcycle was a little uncomfortable.

It's a good thing he didn't do anything to the minors, otherwise he would have turned himself in directly after punching his card at the police station.

Inexplicable questions and inexplicable hangups.Maybe Dick is finally going nuts with the non-stop overtime?

Randall decided to bring Dick some New York specialties when he came back, so as to appease Dick's heart being oppressed by his unscrupulous boss.

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