[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

"Hey, I seem to hear a pig barking like a dog?"

There is just the right amount of sand in the woman's voice, like a snow-colored hook in the dark night, dangerous and tempting bait.

——But obviously, nothing good will happen after biting this bait.

It is rare to wake up from the immersion in alcohol and drugs. The probe that represents the premonition of crisis explodes. The heart of the tattooed man clamors "Flee! Run away!" It is impossible to see who is restraining him.

A "ho ho ho" gasp came out of his throat unconsciously.

He rolled his eyes desperately, but he could only catch a glimpse of a strand of long, raven-colored hair curled up out of the corner of his eye.

And eyes of cobalt blue that loomed between the long raven-colored hair.

……nightingale.

Even though I had never heard of this name or met this person before today, I subconsciously drew an equal sign in my mind.

She is Nightingale.

It hurts...

Just before he almost thought that he was about to be strangled to death, a humanized "owoo" sounded full of dissatisfaction and coquettishness, and the attention of the people behind him was immediately diverted.

"Oh... my fault Sweety, how can I compare the scum's stinky mouth to a dog..."

She probably turned her head and gave some instructions—the long hair swayed in the air, and then a man who appeared out of nowhere and looked like a bodyguard came to take over, twisted the big man's head and threw it out of the bar.

During the whole process, the waiter served the guests compensation drinks, the ambiguous lights were dimly lit one after another, and the jazz music was melodious.

The warm and friendly atmosphere once again filled the bar, and no one cared about the fate of the troublemakers.

"Oh!"

Before he smashed hard on the gravel, through the thin, thick, or overlapping legs of the drinker, and the wooden legs of the high stool, the tattooed man finally saw clearly the "sweetheart dog" looks like:

It is surprisingly big, rolling on the ground with its body turned over, with a lazy and delicate posture, revealing its absolutely trusted white fur belly to the owner of the pair of black high-heeled shoes.

Silver fur on the back, hairless and long pointed snout, straight ears, turmeric slanted eyes...

After noticing the gaze, the gaze projected over like a blade, and the long tongue slowly licked a circle of scarlet gums, revealing the sharp fangs.

The fangs dripped with saliva.

...Where is that dog?

That is a lone wolf who has been trained to be wild even in the steel forest, leaving only his weakness to the Lord.

The man resisted the blunt pain in his body and neck, broke out in cold sweat, and desperately prayed that it would not pay attention to this side, so that all grievances and grievances would come to an end at this moment.

But at this moment, he doesn't know why his hearing is so damn good, he can hear the woman laughing and teasing wolves from such a distance.

"Hmmmmm..."

"What compensation do you want, my sweet little Shelley?"

"How about eating something good today, Lengtouqing, who just came to Gotham, looks very fresh..."

No no no no no no no!

It's not night now!The sky is bright!

The silver wolf named Shelley had turned over and landed on the ground with its sharp claws grinding on the ground.

The big man struggled to get up, looked around desperately, and pinned all his hopes on the police car parked at the end of the alley under the rare sunshine of Gotham.

He shouted heartbreakingly: "Inspector! Inspector! Help me! Help me!"

"puff……"

Someone in the bar laughed.

——It was the gentle and fair-skinned bartender.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Quack! What a coward!"

— or many others.

……

"Hart, I think I hear someone calling for help?"

On the avenue, in the police car painted with "GCPD (Gotham City Police Department)", the young inspector Andrew White rolled down the window and asked his partner.

He's a young man with sunny hair and a chiseled face, and his dark police uniform is buttoned up to the point that it doesn't match his baggy partner.

His partner (and guide) Old Hart took a bite of the lettuce burrito with a "click" and said vaguely: "Huh? Nothing, and it's LunchTime now! Do you understand? Lunch! Time!"

"As an old man, the first lesson I will teach you today is—lunch time, no business."

After saying this, the sloppy old inspector pressed a button with his backhand and closed the car window next to Andrew again.

Young blond inspector: "...No, Hart, I just heard it."

Before he could finish his sentence, he touched the gun on his waist with one hand, and pushed open the car door neatly with the other. Before Old Hart could react, he jumped several meters away.

"...Fuck!"

Old Hart swallowed the burrito in his mouth and had to wipe his mouth to follow.

"I just said that I hate bringing unruly rookies the most, shit!"

……

Someone in the alley was really calling for help.

Andrew White noticed the five bruised and purple pinches on his neck at first glance.

——It was unexpectedly thin, and there was bloody skin scratched by the long nails on the marks corresponding to the fingertips.

After exhausting all his efforts to call for help, the victim, who was unable to stand still and knelt on the ground on one knee, said in a hoarse voice, "There is a wolf inside! Superintendent, that wolf wants to eat me!"

Andrew was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

He was only transferred to Gotham this week, and he has indeed seen how chaotic and difficult it is to manage Gotham, a place that the seniors said "would rather resign than work there".

But in his opinion, no matter how chaotic Gotham is, it won't turn into a jungle where large carnivores run around?

He subconsciously looked up at the sign of the bar, wanting to make sure this wasn't a pet store.

Although hidden in a secluded alley in Gotham, the signboard design of this bar is unexpectedly fresh:

Instead of neon pavilions and sequins, gold and green vines twine around a dark blue bird with a drooping tail.

Under the bird's slender paws, there is a line of cursive words, "Nighting".

Nighting?What word is this?

night?When the night goes on?

"...It's Nightgale." Old Hart rushed over a step behind him, and his expression changed when he saw the blue bird.

The old fritter inspector lowered his voice: "Come back with me, don't make troubles!"

But when Andrew heard this, he thought he meant that the bird was a nightingale.

He frowned and turned his head, wanting to confirm to the "victim":

"Are you sure there are really wolves in it? It's very disturbing for the townspeople..." Quan.

However, the "victim" had already quietly moved towards the entrance of the alley while the two police inspectors were talking, and was about to leave the alley.

"He left early." Old Hart rolled his eyes.

Under Andrew's condemning gaze of "Why didn't you stop him?", the senior inspector put his hands on his hips and ignored him.

——Until the blond young man turned his head and stepped into the bar door.

Old Hart: Fuck? ? ?

……

The first time he entered the Nighting bar, Andrew didn't see the wolf.

Like many bars in Gotham, there are mixed men and women sitting here, and the overall lighting is dim, as if stepping into the night.

No, it's different, because apart from the smell of wine and food, there is no smelly smell of numbness that he is used to this week, and the atmosphere is much more "harmonious", which makes people feel refreshed Cool.

This made the man unconsciously recall the words "N, No Trouble (drugs and drugs, don't enter, if you are looking for trouble)" written on the small wooden sign hanging on the side before entering the bar gate.

Ha, it seems that the owner of the bar should be a reasonable person.

So thought the young and honest Inspector.

As long as there are no wolves here...

However, he soon heard a low howl that was clearly not a canine.

The men and women in the bar didn't seem to hear it—the regulars knew the rules, and they didn't seem to worry about the beast getting out of control.

But there's a big circle of empty seats at the end of where they're sitting, far apart...well it's Gotham.

Andrew frowned.

The light at the end of the bar was even dimmer, so the luster on the silver wolf's fur became even more glossy.

What is more conspicuous than the beast's fur is the white calf that is constantly rubbed by the fur.

The slender, slender, muscular lines are too good-looking.

The inspector subconsciously took a few steps forward.

—until a hand in a white glove stopped his chest.

"gentlemen."

The waiter has an elegant smile.

“Drinks are ordered at the bar.”

It cannot be refused.

As strong as pliers.

— I have practiced.

Andrew: "No, I'm not here to..."

"Yes, yes! Is there any stout?"

Old Hart grabbed Lengtouqing's partner by the shoulder from behind, and pulled him directly to the bar.

Andrew still wanted to speak, but was stared back by the former gnashing his teeth.

……

"Black milk?"

"That's no taste, Mr Inspector."

Inside the bar, the bartender slowly took out two glasses, and slowly wiped them with a cloth towel.

The bartender who was previously called "Little White Face" was really handsome, his brown hair was neatly pulled back into a suave little bun, and under his broad forehead and deep browbones was a pair of rare heterochromatic pairs. Hitomi.

One light brown, one blue.

Old Hart glanced at the bartender's face inadvertently, his whole body froze immediately, and it took him a long time to laugh dryly.

"Aha... It's not easy to get drunk during working hours, please forgive me, forgive me!"

He scolded his damn new partner countless times in his heart.

The bartender smiled with the corners of his lips hooked, and said meaningfully: "It's a good habit to obey the rules."

The beer can that he slowly opened with one hand released a slightly sweet malt smell with a "poof". It was the dark beer called "black milk" - the baby wine in the bar.

Dense air bubbles build up the clinking ice cubes in the glass.

With the reflection of the mirror-like light rising slowly from the dark strong wine, Andrew secretly observed the direction behind him.

Observing the silver wolf and the owner of the silver wolf—the female figure with long curly hair like a raven, whose face cannot be seen clearly.

Wolf is very good.

The more obedient it is, the more unusual the owner is.

"Shelley is such a nice dog, isn't he?"

The glass was suddenly pushed in front of him. The bartender leaned over and smiled softly, staring at Andrew White with one brown and one blue pupil.

"Shelley?" Andrew was not afraid, but provocative, "The name of the wolf?"

"How could it be?" The corner of the bartender's smiling mouth twitched nervously, "——he is a loyal dog."

Andrew, who wanted to refute, suddenly sounded an alarm in his heart.

His premonitions had saved him from many dangers.

So he shut up.

The bartender was behind the bar, waiting for his "approval".

The young police inspector, who graduated from the Higher Police Academy with a minor in psychology, only now noticed...

The bartender's movements have always been slow, and he looks very lazy, but if you observe carefully, you will find that his hands, jaw, and eyebrows are always twitching intermittently.

And that slow motion is only used to cover up, or suppress, potential... madness?

"……Yes."

Andrew took a breath vigilantly.

"A loyal dog."

The author has something to say: [Andrew had this character in the early stage, which may not be pleasing, but it will change in the later stage. 】

I'm a little curious, this article hasn't been listed yet, so there is no exposure at all, how did the little angels who haven't read my article before discover Little Nightingale? ? ?

PS:

The more important names of the original characters only need to be memorized: Andrew White (White, 小白白), Alger, Posey, and the bartenders in this chapter (only one name will appear if the basic name is common or there is no name. two chapters).

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