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

"She has a boyfriend?" Dick thought back. He also checked the items in the room after arriving at the scene yesterday. To be honest, it didn't look like he had a partner at all. There was no other person left in the bathroom dresser closet. Even for a person like Dick who might change his girlfriend in a few months and a half, after cleaning up, he would dig out a few bottles of forgotten lotion or a few T-shirts that were not taken away from the cabinet of the rental house. shirts.

"I've heard her mention it before, but I've never met his boyfriend." Randall shrugged. Although he and Joyce are neighbors, they really don't have much time to meet each other. The other party lives day and night every day. The days are upside down, and he is a college student, that is, Lula has been in contact with Joyce for a little longer, and occasionally goes to eat, and he will ask Lula when he returns home.

"You are all here, hey...Landa," the door of the office was pushed open, and the female forensic doctor who had just returned from the dissection room leaned against the door and yawned. Unable to cheer up, she weakly threw a few photos in her hand to show them, "Congratulations, you found a big 'surprise'... Haah, I can't do it, I have to sleep for a while, and there are two corpses It didn't work out."

Ai Qian walked past them like a wandering ghost, sat down in her own seat, picked up deodorant and sprayed it on her body a few times indiscriminately, then fell down on the ground.

Randall was about to reach for the photo, when Aixi raised her head with disheveled hair like a female ghost picking up a dead body, and saw her holding her eyelids shut with a ferocious face, which scared Randall to the ground. Shrunk back again.

"I also took those powders for analysis, but... Well, the progress is very slow. I asked a cutting-edge studio I know to help with the analysis, but it may take a long time... Good night, remember to take it with you when you go out. "After finishing these words, Ai Qian smashed down with a 'boom', and fell into a deep sleep.

"Ok, good night..." Randall picked up the photos, dragged Dick out of the office lightly, and closed the door before he looked down at the photos carefully.

It stands to reason that the corpse has just been dissected, and the autopsy report will not come out so soon, but the things in the photos are enough for Randall to understand the connection of the matter-those photos are from different corpses, they The only commonality is that a dark crescent-shaped scar appeared on the skin somewhere on the body, and these corpses were the gangsters Randall met last night.

Under normal circumstances, after a human body dies, no matter what kind of bloodstains or gores there are on the corpse, it will eventually turn purple, mixed with corpse spots, scattered on the blue-gray skin, if it is just a small trace , is actually not eye-catching, but the shapes of these 'crescent moons' are really too exquisite and similar, as if they all have the same tattoo, it is difficult for people not to doubt it.

"Is this a coincidence? Or... a religion? Maybe they are all believers in a strange religion," Dick asked suspiciously next to Randall, "or they joined some 'moon' organization, and Is this the mark of a member?"

"I haven't figured this out yet, but Essie said that this scar is actually caused by cell differentiation, proliferation and hyperplasia, which is different from the blood accumulation in corpse plaques. In other words, they are all experiencing A certain kind of cell died during the process of 'evolution', and there are many reasons for this result, the most likely one is the 'drug|drug' found from these gangsters, but... there is a very It's strange, neither they nor Joyce, or those people before, have detected any drug components in their bodies, and their deaths are like...natural deaths after excluding subjective factors."

"So apart from these few people, has something like this happened before?" Dick thought it was an unexpected incident at first. He also revealed that he was familiar with these things. He noticed that Randall's fingers pinched the photo so hard that even the nails began to turn white.

"Well, it has appeared occasionally in the past two years... It's just that it's not common recently, I thought..." Randall said in a low voice, his eyes on the photo seemed to be examining something he had hated for a long time, this is For the first time Dick saw the truth in his face, stripped of all false masks. "Anyway, I've got to find out what this is."

"Then let's check the surveillance first? Since these guys died in the police station, the process must be under the surveillance cameras." Dick suggested, "Maybe we can find some clues."

"You're right." Randall blinked his blue eyes hidden behind plain lenses, took back all the emotions that were exposed, and changed back to the harmless college student. He laughed and took a picture He touched Dick's shoulder, took advantage of the situation, and walked out with Dick, "They said that you just came here and you are a rookie. Now it seems that you are quite good."

Dick laughed awkwardly. Since he became Robin, he has solved countless cases with Batman. Although he has only been in the police station for a few months, he may have more experience than those old police officers.

The guards in the monitoring room were familiar with the time of the accident, and the surveillance video of the cell where the criminals were temporarily placed was transferred out. They had already been in chaos for a while in the middle of the night yesterday, and while playing it, they complained: "Who can see this? They sleep They fell asleep and fell asleep, and it was only when the patrolling police officers found that they were not moving, that they were not even breathing."

"No signs?" Dick asked.

"Not at all." The guard shook his head and began to play the monitoring record.

The picture started when several of them were put into the cell. These gangsters had already woken up, including more than half of the alcohol. Because they were stunned by Randall, they still felt uncomfortable in their necks. The four of them sat in the same room. In the cell, each sat on the simple bed, it seems that they have not recovered from the shock of being caught and taken to the police station as soon as they opened their eyes. Some people tried to call the guards to prove that they did nothing, but they were not caught. He answered, but woke up the other criminals who were sleeping next door, and was severely cursed. They were silent in the room for a while, and then fell asleep one after another.No other physical discomfort was manifested during this period.

"About this time, he was the first to die." The guard pulled back the progress a little bit, and after almost two hours, one of them stopped snoring suddenly, and even the rising and falling of his stomach stopped. Yes, and then the other person who was not too close to him stopped moving, the one who grinded his teeth stopped grinding his teeth, and the one who snored stopped snoring, and the one who would move and turn around dropped his arms down. In 10 minutes, everyone in the room died silently like this. "The room and the water they were given to drink have also been checked, and everything is normal. They, they just... died in their sleep."

"Okay, it seems that the clues here are temporarily cut off... Can you back up this video for me?" Randall pointed to the display screen, and he didn't seem to show much regret for the result.

"It was backed up before." The guard handed him a USB flash drive.

"Let's go, Officer Grayson, it's time for us to go to lunch." Randall stuffed the USB drive into his pocket and pushed Dick to leave the monitoring room.

"You don't look very depressed," Dick asks him, and Randall walks beside him in such a good mood that he's even humming, just a little out of tune.

"Because I didn't expect this to find anything." He turned his head and smiled at Dick, his blue eyes were curved, and Dick noticed that although he didn't wear makeup today, his golden eyelashes were still curled up, shining brightly when he flapped his fan. "Where did these powders come from? Is it drugs or poison? What role did Joyce's boyfriend play in it... These are what I want to know. You should know that drugs just suddenly appeared. Is it popular in Bludhaven? In the past, the easiest people to catch in Bludhaven were arms | gun smugglers and money launderers."

"Well, the number of drug dealers has only suddenly increased in the last month." In fact, when Dick found out about this, it was a few days before the police station, and it was a group of drug dealers caught by Tim in Gotham. According to the traffickers, their smuggling was accidentally exposed, and they were picked out by Batman and Robin and beaten up. When they confessed the source of their smuggling, they mentioned that there have been a lot of drug trading orders in Bludhaven recently.

"If it is assumed that Joyce's death is also the cause of this powder, that is to say, this powder has only been on the market for less than a month, and the probability of death is so high, which is too strange." Randall slowly Slowly analyzing the information he knew now, his voice lowered a lot, he was not so much discussing with Dick as he was sorting out for himself, "If a drug wants to sell well, in addition to being addictive, it must also There is low risk, otherwise how can they make money? As soon as they have customers, they eat to death, unless they all overeat... But Ms. Joyce needs to save money, how could she spend money on such a bottomless pit, she Growing up in the ghetto of Bludhaven, it's impossible not to understand how scary drugs can be."

"So what do you think?"

"Someone forced her to eat, or... Forget it, there are too few clues, I can't think of it..." Randall frowned, his eyebrows and eyes were almost wrinkled together, and then lowered his head in frustration, "I can only Find Joyce's boyfriend first...ah, why hasn't the profiler come yet! Why is the only portrait profiler in our bureau still being loaned out? Is the director's salary too low?"

"Hi, Randall, you came to work today!" On the way to dinner, they met several female police officers, and they all greeted Randall in a friendly manner.

"Yes, if you don't come to clock in, you won't get your salary. The director is really stingy."

Dick found that Randall was able to adjust his mood in a very short time. He was depressed one second, and could happily argue with others the next second.

"That bar..." Dick said as he took his seat in the cafeteria, and then suddenly shut up after speaking halfway. He realized that the current 'policeman Dick Grayson' didn't know what happened outside the bar last night. But fortunately Randall didn't seem to notice this detail.

"What bar, oh, yes! You reminded me, tonight I'm going to investigate the bar where they stayed yesterday." Randall put down his full lunch, his rice bowl was almost full of meat, two The small cucumber slices are like a little green among thousands of flowers.

"You're only nineteen, aren't you?" Dick said helplessly.

"I'm already 19 years old." Randall raised his eyebrows and emphasized.

"Our state stipulates that 20 years old is considered an adult in the legal sense."

"I'm a policeman."

"You're still a student." Dick pointed out without blushing, but he didn't know that he had already started his Robin career when he was twelve or thirteen years old and still in elementary school, fighting criminals every night.

"Students are not a profession," Randall said angrily, his blue eyes widened. "This is within the scope of reasonable investigation!"

"...Okay, I'll go with you that night." Dick compromised under the gaze of blue eyes.

After all, who can resist blue eyes like these?Dick suspects that's where he's stuck, whether it's Bruce or Superman... He can't refuse the requests of these blue-eyed planets in most cases.