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

Randall took a deep breath, feeling dizzy in his brain. He stood at the top of the stairs and looked down. The overlapping stairs looked like an endless maze, "Why didn't you notify me?"

"I'm sorry, it was quite chaotic at the time, and she showed the police card to our colleagues, so..." It happened to be the time when the city's alarm was sounded, everyone was evacuating urgently, and the front desk might not be free Send Randall a message.

Female policeman... Randall was stunned for a moment. The only female policeman he knew in Gotham was Selene who came with them from Bludhaven.

But how would Selene know Lula was here?And it was at such a coincidental time—the alarm only sounded for 3 minutes, and she took Lula away like a prophet.

When Randall walked to the gate, he happened to meet the army and the police who were about to go upstairs for inspection. The army captain who had just met Randall outside looked at him suspiciously.

"Excuse me, lady, we are from the Ministry of Defense, please come with us—"

Only halfway through his words, several familiar GCPD police officers squeezed up from behind and grabbed Randall's arm, "—he's from our side."

"This is a police officer from our police station." Louis pulled the corner of his mouth and forced a smile at them, pulled Randall back, turned his head and whispered to him, "Dick is waiting for you outside."

Randall pushed back his broken hair a little irritably, his brows were furrowed, and he seemed in a bad mood, "Do you know where Selene is?"

"She..." Louis paused, tilted his head and looked at other colleagues, and shook his head, "It seems that I haven't seen her since the afternoon, but Dick has her number, you can ask him."

"I see, thank you." Randall nodded slightly to them, and strode out.

It's a mess outside, but government employees have already started to clean up. Gotham has experienced many similar things, and the logistics team will always rush over as soon as possible.

Dick had parked nearby and had changed back into his Nightwing uniform for a light blue police shirt tucked loose into his jeans.After all, he is a member of the police station, and he can't leave directly like Batman and the others. He has to stay and show his face to prevent his colleagues from thinking that he is missing.

The rain stopped, the ground was wet, there was a not-so-thin layer of rain, and there was still a chill in the air that hadn't dissipated.

Seeing that he came out alone, Dick was taken aback and asked, "Where's Jason?"

"He's leaving first," Randall looked around, Jason's red motorcycle was gone, he lowered his eyes, looking a little listless, "Let him calm down for a few days before Let's talk."

After Randall got into the co-pilot, Dick reached out and touched his arm. The white arm felt cold to the touch, and there was still some cold moisture left, as if it had just been fished out of the water. Dick brought the windbreaker from the back seat Covering Randall, he asked worriedly: "Landa, what's wrong with you, are you too tired?"

Randall sighed, leaned back, and leaned tiredly on the back of the chair, "Lula is gone. The people in the hotel told me that a policewoman took her away."

Dick's car had only started a few meters before it was stopped by a sudden brake. He turned his head and could only see Randall's frowning brows, which had faded from the rain.

"...Do you think it will be Selene?" Dick asked. "Actually, I just wanted to ask her about the results of the double-face interrogation, but I didn't call her."

"Go back to the hotel first, let's check the surveillance." It seems that only when Lula's matter is mentioned, he will show a fragile expression that is not easy to detect.

The car drove to the hotel, the street was not as empty as before, and the private car that had gone out to seek refuge drove back again because the alarm was cancelled, and the road was full of curses and horns.

It wasn't a very long distance, and it took them twice as long to arrive because of the traffic jam.

Randall and Dick hurried to the front desk, showed their police certificates, and asked for surveillance. The lady at the front desk was taken aback by Randall's rare pale and tired look, and stumbled for a few seconds before stumbling to the ground. Call up the monitoring records and show them what happened during that time period.

"This lady took the man away," said the lady at the front desk, carefully examining the expressions of the two people. "Because she showed us the police ID, we gave her another room card."

In the surveillance, a long red-haired woman in a light-colored suit took Lula's hand out of the elevator and walked out of the hotel gate.Not surprisingly, this person is Selene, whom no one can contact.

"Is there surveillance outside the hotel?" Randall asked, his gaze stayed on the paused scene where Lula raised her head to look at Selene, Lula's expression showed no reluctance or disgust—although Said that she usually put on this kind of cold face in aspects other than eating, but Randall seldom, or it can be said that she almost never saw Lula's face towards a person she met for the first time. Show such confidence.

"There should be...uh..."

The front desk frantically adjusted the page. Seeing this, Dick patted her on the shoulder lightly, smiled gently, and said, "Leave the rest to me."

This hotel is owned by the Wayne Group. Even if they don't have the identity of a policeman, Dick can openly request inspection and surveillance.

Dick called up the surveillance outside the hotel in a few moments, and rewinded the time to the moment when Lula and Selene walked out.

In the surveillance video, there was a black car parked outside the hotel, right on the edge of the surveillance, so they couldn't see the license plate clearly. They could only see a tall man who looked like a bodyguard pulling away for them. After opening the door, Selene and Lula sat in the back seat, and then the car started to drive to nowhere.

"That man just now..." Randall asked Dick to go back and zoomed in on the man who opened the door. Fortunately, the quality of the Wayne Group's surveillance camera was high and the image quality was clear, so that Randall clearly recognized this man. Who the hell is the huge guy.

"I've seen him before," Randall said. "Dr. Truman was the one who killed him. Some time ago—when I first met Jason, this guy was with Sidra."

Dick took a breath, and quickly copied these surveillance videos into his mobile phone.

They went back to the upstairs room first. The TV in the living room was still playing commercials and hadn’t been turned off. A bag of unfinished potato chips was opened on the coffee table. It was not much different from before Randall went out in the morning, and he couldn’t see it at all. There was no trace of any struggle.In the video, Lula is even wearing the see-through raincoat she usually puts on when she and Randall go out together.

"I asked Tim to investigate where they might have driven in the car," Dick said. "We'll interrogate Sidra later. He's still awake... If nothing else, the police undercover It's Selene."

"But Lula knows her," Randall said in a low voice, "how could they know each other... When I was in Winchester, Iron Man gave me a piece of information about Hydra's monitoring of Lula , where Lula's number is 'LUNA-002', 002... which means that Lula is not the first, there are others like her."

Dick stopped typing on the keyboard, with a disbelieving expression on his face, "Lula was once a Hydra test subject?"

"Well," Randall pulled the pendulum necklace out of his pocket, "I don't seem to have talked to you about it carefully."

He sat on the soft bed, and the quilt surrounded him like a cloud, as soft as if he was floating in mid-air, giving him an unreal illusion.

Perhaps it was the sequelae of overuse of abilities, his limbs were sore and unable to lift up, every bone seemed to be run over, Lula's sudden disappearance was like a gust of wind blowing the cards to the highest spire Fall, fell to the ground with a crash.

Randall slowly explained to Dick what Aziraphale, Crowley, and Lucifer had said to him, and the more he talked, the more his head went up, and the sharp needle-like sound whispered in his ears.

"It's probably like this... Cough, they have something to do with Hydra..." He hung his head listlessly, as if he could fall asleep at any time.

Dick had just finished rebuilding his worldview—although he knew a few mages on the magic side, it was indeed the first time he had come into contact with such an existence as a god and angel—as soon as he looked up, he saw Randall's complexion was not very good, his skin She had a sickly pallor, but her cheeks were very red.

Dick walked over to him and called softly, "Randa? Are you sick?"

"Ok?"

The little mutant raised his head to look at Dick dully, his eyes were filled with hazy mist, and he seemed out of focus, then he stretched out his arms and hugged Dick, clinging to Dick's body like a big sloth, The voice was hoarse and low, "...Let me charge up, boyfriend."

The familiar feeling made him slightly open his frowning brows, and the gentle heartbeat made Randall quiet down through his chest again and again.

All the voices were slowly moving away from him, turning into shouts at the far end, and his consciousness gradually dissipated in a chaotic trance, and he felt that he was about to be immersed in darkness.

"Landa, Landa, your forehead is so hot." Dick patted him lightly, touched Randall's forehead with the back of his hand, felt the excessive body temperature, grabbed his shoulders and knelt down carefully At first glance, Randall had fallen asleep drowsily, the end of his eyes and cheeks were red, and there was a burning sensation in his breathing.

have a fever.

Today, the sea breeze was blowing again, fighting in the rain while wearing a skirt, and being frozen by the ice several degrees below zero for a while, let alone using the ability on a large scale, the physical strength was already exhausted, and I was anxious after knowing that Lula was missing , unavoidable by the cold.

Dick sighed, moved close to the corners of his eyes and touched them with his lips, "Take a rest, get up and find someone."

He packed up the computer he was going to bring, bent down and picked up Randall, who was limp on the mattress, and left the hotel.

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