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

Dick Grayson opened his eyes in the morning with the ringing sound of the mobile phone alarm clock. Although only four hours had passed since he returned home, changed his uniform, took a shower and went to bed, he was still in good spirits, but...

Maybe my vacancy period is really too long.

Dick sat up in bed and ran through his hair gloomily.It has been more than two months since his last girlfriend left Bludhaven with a suitcase, saying that she wanted to pursue her dream. During this period, she had received hints from other people, but it was just because Dick was busy. The work of the police station during the day and the nightwing activities at night have led to an extremely ascetic life in the past few months, but no matter how ascetic it is-it can't be like this!

The upturned mouth of the beautiful woman who appeared in his sleep still remained in his mind, and the soft voice of the other party remained with it: "I'm not yet an adult, Detective Grayson, and you didn't see Come out? I'm a man..."

People can't, at least they shouldn't.

Dick spat at himself for a few seconds, then realized with a profound realization: My sexuality might really be doomed.

Then he finally got up from the bed with a sigh, pressed the alarm on his phone, and walked slowly to the bathroom.

It was just a dream, Dick thought as he squeezed out the toothpaste, and it might not happen again in the future.

In the last few minutes before being late for work, Dick managed to come to the police station to punch his card. He was a little absent-minded when he walked upstairs, and didn't notice that his partner had walked behind him.Louie slapped him so hard that Dick nearly staggered.

"Yo, rookie."

Holding on to the handrail by the stairs, he turned his head and said to the people behind him, "Good morning, Louis...wow, why are you dressed so formally today?"

"Now there are two bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" Louis walked up with his shoulders.

"Is there any practical significance to this question--let's talk about the first one."

"Because this is more ritualistic. First of all, you also know that our police station is short of people, right? So, I, a ten-year veteran security officer who has experienced many battles, and the winner of the last BCPD track and field meeting, was entrusted with the It's a heavy responsibility to guide this year's public vigilante training, and you won't be able to see your dear and reliable partner in the next two weeks, it's a pity, little rookie." Louis said with a smile that deserved a beating.

Shouldn't this be good news?Dick quietly hid this joy, not revealing too much, "What about the second bad news?"

"Hey, don't you miss me at all?"

"It's only been two weeks," said Dick, and he smiled. "Don't you think too much about me."

Louis looked at Dick's smiling face, and took a deep breath in his heart. He thought that Dick deserved to be named the new police officer of BCPD privately by them on the first day of his tenure. My wife's people are almost bent, so dangerous.

"Tsk, one more thing is the suicide case we handled yesterday... no, it is no longer a suicide case. The autopsy report from the forensic department shows that it is not a suicide, but a homicide, and it may be a serial crime. Anyway This case will be the first major case you have encountered in your career...but about this, I have to advise you first, this case will involve a lot of things if you investigate it in depth, you have to be careful." Louis looked The busy police officers on the second floor lowered their voices and whispered in Dick's ear, "Because they are very unwilling to investigate this, so it fell on your head."

"Only me?" Dick raised his eyebrows strangely. He didn't mind the difficulty of this case. For the chief disciple of the world's number one detective, the truth is the most attractive.And there is a freshly released autopsy report on Dick's desk. He knows very well that generally there are at least two police officers on duty or in handling cases, because there are always all kinds of people who are alone. question.

"Actually, there is another person... But, he... well, you will see him soon, he should be at the police station now." Louis said with a little hesitation, he is usually very open-mouthed and enthusiastic Man, quite informal, which made Dick a lot of curiosity about the character he was talking about.

"In order to help your rookie partner not encounter Waterloo in the first big case, why don't you tell me some information about this person first? I don't want to have a bad relationship with my temporary teammate in these few days." Dick asked with a smile Louis.

"He...well," Louis looked around at his colleagues, and then pulled his stool over, "You have not been here for long, so it's normal not to know, but I don't know much about him, because of his status It is kept secret from the outside world, I only know that he is the only external detective of BCPD, and many dead end cases in the bureau will ask him, and the murderer can be found in the end."

"He's good? Sounds like an old hand," Dick asked.

Louis shook his head: "No, he has only been here for less than two years, and I heard he is still a college student."

"Wow, this is too young." For some reason, Dick thought of the beautiful boy in a skirt who had a lot of fate with him yesterday, "Good intuition? Or can he empathize with criminals? That should be considered a dangerous person, right? "

"A big part of it is that he's a mutant."

"Mutants?" Dick was stunned for a moment. As far as he knew, except for some special national organizations, ordinary police stations generally wouldn't hire mutants, and even ordinary universities didn't accept mutants to apply for the exam.Although there are no explicit regulations on these, everyone tacitly acquiesces. After all, human beings are a race with a very low ability to accept 'heterogeneous'. Even people of color and men and women are still far away on the road to pursuing equal rights, let alone What about 'mutants'?

"It is said that his ability is to be able to see the last picture the dead saw before they died."

"Oh, this is really..." God appreciates the ability to solve crimes, in 90.00% of homicide cases, the last person seen is basically the murderer.

Louis patted him on the shoulder: "I don't know any more, I should go to the training room to report, you should work hard, oh yes, don't forget to go to the forensic department, the forensic doctor is looking for you, and, you go down Don't be so late again, I won't be your microphone for two weeks."

After Louis left, Dick lowered his head and carefully flipped through the report in his hand. It was the autopsy report of Miss Joyce Lernack yesterday. It said: The fundamental cause of death was sudden. Brain-dead (doubtful), brain-dead and secondary damage by bullets.The time of death was consistent with the testimony. There was a crescent-shaped scar hyperplasia on the back of the corpse, and there were no other signs of struggle and injury. There was a suspected death case, which was speculated to be a serial murder case.

Serial murder... Dick's eyes stayed on the words 'crescent scar' for a while, and he turned to the front to compare the pictures.There was a bloodstain about two centimeters wide on the left shoulder blade of Joyce's back, and the description was correct, it was indeed in the shape of a crescent.

What about suspected deaths?Have you ever had a crescent-shaped scar like her?

Dick made a cup of coffee and walked towards the forensics department. It was on the basement level of the Brudhaven Police Station. I found that there were not many people on the road, even if I met a few, they all ran past him in a hurry.

Dick stood in front of the office door and knocked. The autopsy report on his desk was from the female forensic doctor Ai Qian in the front office.

"Come in." The unexpected male voice made Dick feel a sense of deja vu.

"I'm looking for Miss Essie..." Dick opened the door and went in, but the entire office was empty, only a man with blond hair and a black and white jacket was writing with his head down, and the paper rubbed against the pen. There was a rustling sound.

"They're all busy. Are you in a hurry? We'll have to wait a while."

"What's the matter, there don't seem to be so many cases recently." Dick felt more and more familiar with the man in front of him.

"The gangsters who were sent to the police station last night suddenly died suddenly during the day. They are investigating this... Ah, it's you." The man who spoke finally stopped his hands and looked up at Dick, with black-rimmed glasses The blue eyes at the back looked over brightly, as if a pet had seen food.

He stood up from his seat, walked up to Dick, and held out a hand, "Detective Grayson, isn't this the first time we've met? I'm Randall Mestas, remember me?" ?”

Dick: "..."

The boy with makeup, the boy in the skirt, the boy who appeared in his dream...!

Help!How could we meet again after less than an hour? !

Yesterday's dream had impacted him so much that Dick was deeply impressed by the details of that dream. Now that the protagonist in the dream appeared in front of him, he uncontrollably recalled some unnecessary details.

Underage is the bottom line!I don't want to know the law and break the law!

Dick forced a smile, reached out his trembling hand to shake Randall's hand, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to help." Randall curled his lips. Today's him is very different from the one Dick saw yesterday. Yesterday's makeup was to deliberately soften the contours of his face. As long as he doesn't speak, everyone People would only think he was a woman, but today, Randall just tied his long blond hair behind his head, no makeup, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his face, but he looked nothing The rustic feeling makes his face smaller, but it looks like he has very obvious masculine features.

"Oh yes, haven't they told you yet?" Randall held the drawing board he was just correcting under his arm, and rummaged through the pocket of his jacket with the other hand, and found a picture he had folded into He shook the paper with one hand, spread it out and brought it to Dick's eyes: "This is the transfer order, and I will be your new partner until this case is over. "

"...I thought it was only two weeks?" Dick glanced at it, and then looked at Randall's face with a complicated face. Now he always feels a twisted guilt towards Randall.

"It's almost two weeks, anyway, I didn't expect to find much..." Randall murmured and shoved the police order into Dick's arms, "But don't worry, I have also been trained , don’t pay attention to me when there is danger.”

I know this well, I have seen it with my own eyes in the early hours of the morning... Dick stuffed the transfer order into his pocket, and he sighed, "So what is the situation now, besides what is listed in the autopsy report, what else is there?" Can it be used as evidence?"

"Ah, this, I'm drawing a portrait of the suspect... because I can see the last picture the deceased saw before he was alive," Randall shook the drawing board in his hand, and explained succinctly, "This is my variant Ability...by the way, you don't discriminate against mutants, do you?"

"I'm an egalitarian," Dick said, curious about such a handy mutant power, "Have you drawn it yet?"

Randall handed him the drawing board, "It's done, but I think... um... maybe a little, illegible..."

Dick glanced at it and gasped.

Good guy, the scribbles he made with chalk on the ground at the age of five are more realistic than this thing.

Dick: "...you are the contemporary Picasso?" This man's makeup skills are obviously superb, why is he so... stretched in drawing?

"Haha, I'm sorry, I'm really not very good at drawing." Randall was still very self-aware of himself, he put the painting back and hid it behind him, "I'm waiting for the profiler to come... but there is another one According to my observation, this person should be Joyce's boyfriend."

Dick: If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't know it was a man.