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

"You don't look like the kind of police detective who will follow the rules." Randall said to him. Although the young man wore a pair of big glasses on the bridge of his nose, he couldn't hide his good-looking face at all, which was enough to make a reporter from the Metropolis The black-rimmed glasses are genuine Kryptonian black technology.

"Why do you say that?" Dick laughed when he heard the words. If he had to say it, Randall actually guessed right. He really didn't 'follow the rules', but that was only when he was the character of 'Nightwing'.

"You have a popular face," Randall said slowly, after swallowing the food in his mouth. Bond, Ethan Hunt... girls will tell all their secrets for you."

Dick couldn't help but pick up the water glass to cover the corner of his upturned mouth: God, this should be more applicable to Bruce Wayne, he is the one who keeps the secrets of all men and women hidden.

"Crack!"

The two were still talking, and there was a crisp sound of taking pictures from their vicinity. Dick and Randall looked sideways looking for the source of the sound. The female police officer who forgot to turn off the sound of her mobile phone blushed with shame and put her hands together. Apologize to them.

Dick gave her a gentle smile, and didn't really care. He was used to being photographed since he was a child. Whether he was the flying Grayson family or later attended certain banquets with Bruce, he would always be confused by the flashlights of reporters big and small. Take a break, and Randall seems to be fine with it—Dick remembers Randall as an anchor.

Dick: "You're very popular, too. They all like you."

"It's hard to say," Randall looked away, and his blue eyes focused on Dick again, and he laughed as if complaining: "Before you came, I was still the policeman here, and now I'm the ex. "

"Cough—!" Dick choked on the water. Of course, he had heard the jokes that were circulated privately in the police station, but it would still make people a little embarrassed to mention this in person.

After they had finished their lunch, the portrait profiler who had been loaned out finally rushed back, and was hurriedly called by Randall to paint portraits, saying that it would be later and he would have to touch it again if he misremembered Corpse, he didn't want to do such an unappetizing thing right after eating.

Dick didn't have any plans in the afternoon. His kind-hearted former partner helped him finish most of the work before going out to train the citizen vigilantes. He even wrote and handed in the case report he met yesterday.And his current partner is now sitting with the profiler in a room with transparent glass on three sides, as the only unconventional witness, describing the man he saw to the profiler.

Dick stood at a distance and watched them for a while. The young man rested one hand on his forehead and looked down at the table. His fallen golden hair was pulled behind his ear, and there was a silver ear on his exposed ear. The hoop earrings, not too big or too small, just stuck on the earlobe, and Dick finally realized what he always felt inconsistent after seeing Randall—vulnerability and alienation.There was always a weird sense of vulnerability about this young man, hidden under that smiling exterior, but it would occasionally show when he lowered his head, when he forgot to pretend.

Dick went back to his desk and turned on his laptop.

The internal network of the police station records the personal information of all police officers, and Randall is no exception. Since he can freely enter and leave the police station and requires an employee ID card, his information must also be backed up in the police station. of.After all, since Ledhorn resigned, his successor has been a cautious character on par with Batman. If Randall's identity is too special, he cannot have such great privileges in the police station.

Dick typed Randall's name on the keyboard, but there was very little content displayed, which could be read at a glance, not even as detailed as the student ID that Dick saw yesterday.

Well, not enough permissions.Dick curled his lips, who made him just a newcomer who just came to the police station not long ago.

But this is by no means a reason for the generation of Robin to give up.Dick cut a system and was going to hack into the BCPD database quietly, all he had to do was check the information... He was already familiar with hacking into the Gotham Police Department database before, and Brudhaven should Not too far from Gotham... right?

Ten minutes later, Dick's fingers jumped rapidly on the keyboard, and he almost pushed down the keycap with a bang.

Where did someone rewrite the Bludhaven Police Department's database program?How did it become so troublesome?Dick took the time to look up at the room not far away. The profiler was almost at the end of the drawing and was making final revisions.Dick typed a line of code on the screen, and before he was ready to fight again next time, he finally managed to hack into the police station before Randall walked out.

There are still some loopholes.Dick relaxed his body, and while looking for Randall's information, he thought to himself, this is easy to be invaded by others, and he will add a few patches to the system when he is free.

A certain police officer who knew the law and broke the law without guilt thought seriously.

It is not a convenient thing to find "Mestas" among so many complicated cases over the years and past police records. The search engine grabs keywords from many files and slowly turns them around Until omitting those miscellaneous case signatures, two folders finally popped up, one of which was named 'Wild Mestas' and the other was 'Randall Mestas'.

Well, there must be some connection between the two names, but he didn't have time to take it easy right now.The two people in the room had already confirmed the portrait of Joyce's boyfriend, and they stood up and were about to leave the room. Dick quickly copied the two folders to his hard drive, and the progress bar turned towards him when Randall closed the door. Before walking over, Dick neatly cleaned up all the traces and exited the system. He sighed and shook his sore hands. He deeply felt that he and Tim should be at the same technical level after so many visits. up.

"I have sent the pictures to the heads of various police stations... What's the matter with you? You look very hot." Randall came over and said to Dick, with his arm resting on the baffle of the desk, he put his glasses on After taking it off, the blue eyes without the glass lens blocking them seem to be a little more transparent.

"I, I forgot to open the window for ventilation this morning..." Dick closed the laptop in front of him awkwardly, and reached out to open the window next to him, "No wonder it's a bit hot... How are you doing? Are you painting okay? "

Mentioning this, Randall put aside all other doubts. Since he was a child, the art of painting has never been opened to him. It was so miserable that he would be disgusted even if he painted the secret garden with Lula. Therefore, he has always blindly worshiped people who are good at drawing: "It's amazing! No matter how many times I try it, I still think it's amazing! I can draw the person in my mind just by describing it, and it's exactly the same !"

"What kind of person?"

Randall handed him the phone, which was the photo he just took. The man in the picture doesn't look very good. Although he doesn't seem to be very old, he has deep bags under the eyes, which added a few spots to him for no reason. At the age of [-], the corners of his eyes are pressed down, as if he is squeezing his eyeballs, he has a dark feeling, he can barely be called handsome, but he puts on a bitter and vengeful appearance and is unshaven. He always feels that life is not satisfactory.

"His features are quite conspicuous," Dick said. "As long as he doesn't stay at home all the time, it's not difficult to find him...Have you compared it with the portrait in the information library?"

"I used it for comparison, but to be honest... the surveillance cameras in our city are old and broken. They haven't been repaired for a long time, and there aren't many things stored in the portrait library. It may not be possible to find this person."

"...You're right, let's go to the bar at night and ask." Since Dick came to live in this city, he has expressed emotion countless times, although there are actually not as many criminals in Bludhaven as in Gotham, But for the surveillance cameras, they seem to have PTSD for many years. It seems that they can't get along without breaking a few cameras. The cameras all over the street seem to be bluffing, but in fact, the wires and screens are all broken.In comparison, the lunatics in Gotham never mind being photographed by surveillance. They even wish that the surveillance video can be played on the big screen in a loop 24 hours a day, so that they can show off their "achievements" to Batman.

In the afternoon, Randall went back to look for Essie's forensic doctor. The female forensic doctor, who had barely slept enough, was holding coffee, with a mild attitude, and discussed with Randall the four bodies that suddenly died suddenly in the early morning.

"The gunshot wounds appeared after death, which means that the cause of death of these five people is actually the same." Randall looked at the five freshly released reports, and there were still some previous files on his desk. document.

"Well, natural death, or a sudden drop in vital signs in a very short period of time, until brain death." Ai Qian leaned back in the chair and looked at the young man in front of her, and she suddenly remembered what happened when she first met Randall .

They have known each other for almost two years. If you want to ask who is the most common person who sees Randall in this police station, besides the guard, it must be her.Two years ago, Randall was a very immature boy with short hair cut. He was in the growth period, his muscles could not keep up with the growth rate of his bones, and he was thin and tall. He wore a white shirt and jeans. Somewhat empty.Randall rushed back to Bludhaven from New York alone. When these beautiful blue eyes looked up at her, it seemed that tears would roll down at any moment, and even the eye sockets were red, which made people wonder if Been crying all night.

When Randall stood by the bedside of her anatomy room and shed tears without saying a word, her thin shoulders seemed to be crushed by some invisible force at any time, pale and brittle, as if from some mural The angel who ran out was pitying and mourning for the world.Two years can change a person so much, let a young boy grow into the current appearance of not being surprised when encountering anything.

Even sometimes a little underwhelming.

"Why is there a sudden death, or is there no reason?" Randall asked, "Could it be those powders?"

"Until the analysis report of the composition comes out, none of us can confirm it. We can only say that according to the current investigation results, they died suddenly."

"Then these..." Randall squeezed a photo tightly, staring at those crescent-shaped scars belonging to different people and different times, but strangely similar.

"Will you tell him?" Ai Qian asked Randall suddenly.

"Who?"

Ai Qian smiled softly, "Your new partner, that handsome guy, he just came here not long ago? There are many girls here who want his phone number."

"Detective Grayson?" Randall tilted his head and said in confusion, "Why did you tell him?"

"You don't seem to reject him. You have never been willing to accept a partner before."

"It's just a temporary partner, and I can still bear it for two weeks." Randall suppressed his smile. When he pursed his lips, his facial features would appear sharper, his jawline was tight, and he added a bit of cold color. Just like after he usually puts on makeup, there are definitely more Yujie-type characters than Tianmei.Randall collected the photos on the desktop one by one and put them back in the envelope, "I'll come back in a few days, and let me know if there's any news."

"I see, kid, what are you putting on airs for?" Ai Qian rolled her eyes and threw the envelope into the cabinet, "Bring me some chocolates next time, it's my reward for helping you for so long."

Standing by the door, Randall waved his hand, and changed back to the smiling look at the beginning, "Bye."