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

After Randall handed a stack of case materials to Dick and said, "I'll go out first, Dick never saw Randall again. Before leaving get off work, he asked the guard who last saw Randall." The old man said that Randall had already gone home, he had always been like this, and he was lucky to see him at the police station three or four times a month.After all, Randall is only a special detective of the police station, and the BPCD does not encounter difficult and miscellaneous cases every day, nor does it rely on only one mutant to solve all the problems.

Wow, so free.I would love to have this privilege too.Tears of envy were shed by someone who would not be able to pay the rent if he did not work hard and his wages were deducted.

Don't think that Dick, who is the adopted son of the richest man in Gotham, can be so rich. He was penniless when he came to Bludhaven in a fit of anger, and the Cold War for more than a year didn't cost the Wayne family a penny. , just relying on work-study programs and scholarships to barely maintain the economy. Later, he also got used to self-sufficiency. It is also good to be a happy moonlight bird. At least his favorite cereal is not expensive, and his salary is just right. Sustaining the needs of life each month also gives him the motivation to go to work next month.

But on the way home, Dick finally received several messages from strangers on his mobile phone in his pocket.

[Sorry Detective Grayson!I was busy going home to make dinner for my sister, so I didn't bother you when I saw you were busy.See you at the bar at [-]pm! 】

[I guess you should know who I am?It's too shameful to introduce myself in a text message :) I sent you the address. 】

Follow the punctuation on the mobile phone map below.

Looks like my business card wasn't lost.Dick saved the number in his phone, noting Randall's name.

But it seems that there are only Randall and his sister in their family?Dick thought about it, and there were indeed only two traces of life in his impression. Did their elders live in other cities?Or……

Dick quickly stopped his thoughts that were going further and further away. In the notebook in his bag, there was still the personal information about Randall that he had just fished out from the police database this afternoon, but he hadn't had time to take a look at it.

The person who appeared in my dream ten hours ago became the subject of my investigation ten hours later.Dick sighed, it was a bit of a jerk, but... what else could be done?No matter if it was any one of his brothers, they couldn't help but investigate this man to the end.

Dick went home to find something to eat, and while his cupboard seemed to be empty of anything but cereal, there were a few slices of toast left over from the previous two days on the table, and today was on the last day of the best-by date .

Bread, bread again, he can't take this as three meals a day, can he?Alfred used to always say that he ate bread every day, and that if he ate bread, he would look like bread.

But there's nothing more convenient than bread on toast, and it goes really well with cereal.Dick brought the hot toast and prepared cereal to the sofa, turned on the TV, and watched the latest news while devouring the bread for dinner.

The anchor on the TV news was talking about the recent robberies of mutants, ranging from petty theft to bank robbery. There are already many ordinary people on the Internet calling on the government to quickly draft a document restricting mutants.

"...What happened to these mutants? Why have there been so many unregistered mutants recently... These are still under investigation, but it is undeniable that the crime rate of mutants has become higher than that in recent years. It was much, much higher than in previous years..."

Dick is an egalitarian. Although he is just an ordinary person with pure earth blood, without mutation or any special ability, there are many aliens, mutants, superpowers and even magicians around him. He knows a lot The tragic story of special people being oppressed and enslaved, so I am happy to work with them to find a way to coexist peacefully with ordinary people.But criminals are criminals, no matter what kind of person it is, it is wrong to use one's natural abilities as props to hurt others.

Dick couldn't help but think about the idea of ​​upgrading his equipment. If there are really so many mutants making trouble recently, he will always encounter them during night patrols at night. He must keep a few backups just in case. one.

When Randall opened the door, he was not surprised to see that the homework he left for Lula before going out during the day was still on the table in the living room, and the sound of the TV in the little girl's room resounded throughout the room.Randall closed the door softly with a sullen face, and walked to Lula's room.

The voice of the male lead singer of rock music is hoarse and sharp, the drum set and the electric guitar are mixed together in the small house, and the little girl is stepping on the soft bed and jumping with the pillow in her arms. On the contrary, it was as if the confinement had been lifted, and she would start singing along with the lead singer shaking her head, and her immature milk voice soared up with the original singer.Randall pushed the door open and stared at Lula with his arms crossed.

"...Wheneverybody'sfightin',

For their promised land,

And,

I don't need your civil war,

It feeds the rich while it buries the poor rrr*…”

The little girl's passionate emotions were suddenly extinguished the moment she turned her head and saw Randall. She suddenly stopped her voice, squeezed the pillow cloth tightly, and stood on the bed at a loss, looking at her actual guardian.

"I know they're charming," Randall pointed to the band on the TV screen, picked up the remote and turned the volume down, "but that doesn't excuse you from not doing your homework."

The little girl jumped off the bed limply, walked over and grabbed his hand.Randall knelt down and said to Lula earnestly, "You can't go to school and study hard. I don't want you to become illiterate...because I can't be by your side forever."

Lula, who had left the music, was unwilling to speak again at this moment, Randall sighed, "I'm going to make dinner, I'm going out later, you stay at home obediently, and do today's homework for me over."

He pinched Lula's cheek, "Did you hear that?"

The little girl whose cheeks were pinched into a smiling face nodded timidly.

Randall found the business card that Dick left for them yesterday from the pile of snacks on the coffee table, sent him a message, and took some time to reply to some messages on Twitter.Fans are very worried about him and want to know how the matter is resolved. Randall said that everything is safe, but these two days are very busy, and there may not be a live broadcast.

At [-]:[-] in the evening, Randall took a taxi to the vicinity of the street yesterday, and when he walked in, he found that Dick had already arrived.He was wearing a leather jacket and black sweatpants, leaning against the side of a motorcycle he was driving, black sunglasses stuck on the collar of his baggy T-shirt, looking down at his phone, the screen printed on Dick's face a bright color.

After rejecting the invitation of the unknown number of people, Dick finally saw Randall walking towards him, "Hey, Randa...can I call you Randa? I heard that's what they call you. "

"Of course, how long have you been waiting here?" Randall smiled at him, tucking his long blond hair blown by the wind behind his ears. He put on lipstick, and the light lip color was reflected in the surrounding lights It looks very moist underneath.

"Not long, let's go in." Dick shook his head and put his mobile phone back in his pocket. He was investigating the background of this store just now. The owner of this store is a foreigner who came to Bludhaven from California. But the identity is very clean, it seems that there is no contact with those guys of the third class, and even the account of the bar is very clean, it is neither like a violent organization to launder money nor like it is used as a cover by the rich people's fundraising—— —The only thing is that these records are too clean, too clean to look like a bar that can last in Bludhaven.

Dick suppressed the doubts in his heart, and walked in with Randall.

The stereo sounded and roared, the gorgeous lights of various colors danced and flickered, and the dance floor was full of dissolute crowds, full of lust and copper smell, and ambiguous emotions seemed to be breeding everywhere in the dim space.Although Randall said that he loved poverty and seemed to be able to handle everything with ease, it was actually the first time he entered a bar. He was not used to the environment here, and was crowded by the crowd around him. Emotions rushed towards him from all directions, making him almost out of breath.

But those high emotions are affecting Randall at the same time, adrenaline is secreted uncontrollably, and his heartbeat is getting faster and faster.Until he was pulled over by a hand, the calm and gentle emotions wrapped Randall firmly.

Randall turned his head to look at Dick, a beam of light blue light just slipped down the bridge of his high nose, and his eyes were brightly colored, giving those blue eyes a layer of bright light, Obviously he seems to be very interested in the surroundings, but his thoughts still maintain a strange calmness and self-control.

"How are you? Why are you standing still?" Dick asked him, his soft voice mixed with the loud music, but it was not difficult to distinguish.

"...I'm fine, let's go first, let's ask someone first?" Randall felt a strange discomfort. He didn't hate crowded places, but he didn't like the environment where there were always crowds. .

He's a born mutant, and his mutant powers are getting stronger as he ages, even if his powers aren't the lethal ones.Through physical contact, he can see the last thing a person sees before he dies, and he can also feel the emotions of the living people who touch his body, whether it is joy or sorrow, anger or fear, those emotions are more or less At least it will bring some irresistible influence to Randall.

The surroundings are full of alcohol and lust. Randall moved his feet and moved closer to Dick. The other's hand was still on his shoulder, which calmed his dizzy head. The familiar smell of perfume soothed his chaotic heartbeat.