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

GCPD and Randall came back with little change -- maybe a little bit, they replaced the oft-broken gate with a new one.

Darkness and dullness are all Randall's impressions of GCPD.

Above the police station is a large piece of transparent glass windows, which will make the whole room look darker in the always gray weather like Gotham. Coupled with those pale incandescent lights, Randall can Feel their oppressive vibe.

Dick seemed to be familiar with everything here. After all, he was a Gotham man, and every Gotham man had been to GCPD at least a few times.

Randall followed behind them and secretly stuffed a candy into his mouth.Be a beautiful vase that can only smile, with a good-looking face to smile at everyone passing by, and walk through the chaotic hall with them.

Director Gordon is a little younger than Director Robert, but there are many wrinkles on his face, as if each of them contains countless sad past and pain, which is a symbol of experience and the city's deep helplessness.

Randall was standing in the back row, a non-staff who wasn't on the official list, but Commissioner Gordon came over anyway and shook hands with each of them.Randall felt the deep tiredness transmitted from Chief Gordon. He pursed his lips and did not speak. When he bowed and raised his head, he saw the other party's frowning.

The welcome ceremony—it cannot be said to be a welcome ceremony, but simply introduced them to the working environment for the next month—was very brief. After Randall took the GCPD ID card handed to him by someone else, Their topic turned directly to the disappearance case.

The number of people missing in Gotham is no less than that of Brudhaven, maybe even more. Several orphanages have lost news one after another. From the head teacher to the children, they all disappeared collectively, but the surveillance cameras at the major intersections outside the city did not record the loading. Suspicious vehicles with a large number of people entering and exiting.They suspect that the missing people should still be in the city, but there are too many old houses and abandoned factories in Gotham, coupled with the interference of some criminals, it is almost impossible for them to start.

The good news is that Batman rescued several children on the missing list, and their status is the same as that of the acquired mutants who ate Argentum, which is enough to prove that this is the same wave of people. The bad news is that these children have been killed. Abandoned, they could not find the person behind it based on these clues, and there were several corpses that were about to rot together with these children.

Dick and the others only had time to drink half a glass of water before they were dragged directly to investigate the case.

Randall is an extra, half a therapist, half a detective, and three armed men, but overall he's an idler right now.

Standing not far away, the little mutant squinted his eyes and saw Selene, who was wearing a white hip-wrapping skirt today, walking towards Dick with a document.

I didn't notice it before, and now Randall noticed that Selene is a mixed race. She is somewhat similar to Lula, a kind of mixed race of Latino and Europeans.

She is very beautiful, as beautiful as a beauty flower growing out of the mud, with exotic charm in her facial features.

Randall licked his teeth, and after melting the outermost layer of sugar coating, the strawberry-flavored candy was so sweet that it made his teeth ache.

He realizes that, after he's seen a lot of similarities between Dick and Nightwing, he's just sick of seeing it.

What is the similarity between Dick and Ye Yi, but the voice is a bit similar, the buttocks are almost raised, both have a pair of bright blue eyes, and they both have a comfortable touch when hugging... that's all.

Is this my problem or is it why I don't see Nightwing often?Randall thought to himself, Hannibal never said that people with emotional deficits can have such delusions.

He bit the candy into pieces, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it all. He reached out and took out the phone in his pocket, frowned, and typed in the dialog box that he hadn't closed before. In just a few words, he took back the phone again.

Randall turned his head and grabbed a little police officer who was walking past, suppressing the weird feeling in his heart, and asked calmly, "Is there anything I can help here?"

The other party was stunned by the pretty face so close at hand, and only recovered when Randall asked again, stumbled and said: "I, my side are... er, those dead people Reports... and reports of several missing children."

Randall smiled, isn't this his old profession.

"I can help with profile."

"Okay, the nervous police officer glanced at the passport hanging around his neck, "...then, please follow me, er, Mr. Mestas. "

Dick absently responded to what Selene said, and looked up in Randall's direction, only to see a figure walking down the stairs.

"Dick, are you listening?" Selene asked.

"Sorry," Dick smiled perfunctorily at her, "I have a text message, hold on a minute."

He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and the little mutant's aggrieved words could almost become a physical expression appeared in front of his eyes.

【I miss you TAT】

Dick: I suddenly hate myself so much!

Randall did not enter the autopsy room. One reason is that the GCPD autopsy room is a little far away from the police station. The other is that their police station has not had time to perform an autopsy. Batman, who sent the body over, dumped them with the autopsy report. up!

It was the first time Randall heard that such an operation could be performed, and he gasped, thinking: This forensic doctor is too cool!Where did Batman fly out from, the male Bodhisattva, came out to save these humble social animals? !

However, that report is not very complete for Randall. The existing technology can hardly reach the level of his mutant ability. Only death retrospective can make Randall's ability to profile and empathize with the murderer and the dead more profound. .

But after all, they just arrived in Gotham today, and they were already full of travel and dust. Director Gordon asked them to have a good rest and go back to work tomorrow.After carefully checking all the reports, Randall was coaxed out of the police station by the cautious police officers, and went straight to get off work.

This is the normal off-duty time. It is approaching eight o'clock, and the dark clouds are sweeping across the sky and pressing down from a distance. The city looks extraordinarily weird after nightfall.

Dick and the others were still arguing about the case, and Randall was only halfway up the stairs and could hear them arguing with the GCPD police officer.And Lula sent him a message saying that she had finished dinner, and the hotel's automatic ordering robot was very intelligent, so Randall decided to take a stroll outside first, and then go back later.

Randall ordered a crepe and walked slowly along the streets of Gotham with the crowds, where KTVs, shopping malls and pubs were everywhere.

With one hand in his pocket, he stood at the corner of the street and looked up. There was a club in front of him. The light-colored LOGO flashed in the dark night. Er certainly wouldn't go into this kind of place, but—it was run by the Penguin, and the intelligence also said that the Penguin and his subordinates would often appear here.

Iceberg Club.

Randall swallowed the last piece of shortbread, took out his own lipstick from his bag to add color to his lips, finally tore off his hair tie, and walked over with the corner of his mouth raised.

The security guard at the door did not stop him, but the waiter in a tuxedo told him with a look of embarrassment after he passed through the corridor that the Bingshan Club is full now, and that there are VIPs arriving today, and that their club is membership-only, although they usually receive Other guests, but still give priority to providing services to members.

Is this a bar or a nightclub or something...?

Randall glanced behind the waiter in confusion. It was a circular baroque hall, very grand and luxurious, with a stage in the middle, and dancers dancing, surrounded by dining tables, which could be clearly seen from the first floor to the second floor. to the very center of the show.

"I can share the table with that gentleman." Randall said in a choked voice, the waiter looked him up again, and under the dim stage light, he could only see a little bit of Randall's indistinguishable beautiful face and those pair of as if Blue eyes in which the starry sky is hidden.

"I don't think the guest will agree, so please—" Before the waiter finished speaking, Randall stretched out a finger and pressed it lightly on his lips, with a little bit of poignancy The smell of eau de toilette.

"How do you know if you don't ask?" Randall blinked at him, and the waiter only felt that his vigilance towards the woman in front of him had dropped a lot at the moment, as if his heart suddenly relaxed.

"...I can ask you a question." The waiter bowed slightly and walked towards the seat where only one person was sitting. Randall raised his eyebrows and walked behind him.

"Sir," the waiter said in a low voice. The performance on the stage had just ended, and the dancers ran back to the backstage holding their heavy skirts. The lights were slightly brighter, and the background music turned into a melodious serenade. The lady wants to..."

Randall pulled the empty chair straight away, "Can I sit here?"

His voice is still a hoarse contralto, which is called by female fans on the Internet that he can directly bend them. It just so happens that he is wearing a light white casual suit today. At first glance in this environment, Can't really tell he's a guy.

The black-haired young man looked up at Randall. Those were a pair of dark green pupils, which were rare but really beautiful. However, there was a bit of coldness and ferocity on the face of this handsome man for no reason. .

He stared at Randall for a long time, and when the little mutant's smile froze for a long time, he nodded, raised his hand in a gentlemanly manner, and said, "Please, I never refuse beauties—"

The waiter slowly backed away, and Randall sat down in his seat, and the black-haired man in front of him slowly finished what he hadn't finished.

"—Whether it's a female beauty or a male beauty."

Well, met the old hand.

Randall smiled helplessly, and stretched out a hand, "Nice to meet you, I'm Rana."

The man hesitated for a moment, then reached out and shook his hand for a few seconds, "Jason."

That hand was calloused and scarred, with vicissitudes that Jason shouldn't have at his age.

More importantly, within a few seconds of contact, Randall's perception system was severely shocked by the fierce emotion transmitted from that hand.

He glanced at Jason in disbelief, the anger and chaos almost filled Jason's body, yet he was able to behave so calmly, as if everything was only burning in his dark green eyes, like Nameless phosphorus fire.

The author has something to say: Good night!

This chapter has been changed for a long time TAT

Stick with the bosses!

感谢在2021-06-0217:43:30~2021-06-0423:51:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 24 bottles of cxj; 3 bottles of Lululu on the shore; 1 bottle of Muzi didn't lose weight today;

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