American comic book police officer survival manual

When Victor opened the door to the ward, he saw little Mary covered in mud and a police officer he had never seen before.

Noticing the wariness on the man's face, Lucius immediately introduced himself: "Hello, sir, I brought this child back. She found some flowers at Gotham University by herself, saying she wanted to give them to her aunt..."

"Thanks for your hard work."

With a cold expression, Victor ignored the policeman standing at the door and carefully wiped the mud off little Mary's face before taking the pot of flowers his wife loved most.

"Is...Mary here?"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, the woman on the bed slightly opened her eyes and began to speak.

"Yes, Nora, don't move..."

He placed the flowers on the counter where his wife could see them, and immediately went to her side to inquire about her health.

Seemingly used to this situation, the girl called "Little Mary" sat down on a chair and explained to the puzzled Lucius, "Aunt Nora is not doing well, and Uncle Victor has been trying to find a solution."

"Victor?"

"Yes, Uncle Victor is also a professor at Gotham University, which is why he brought Aunt Nora to Gotham University Hospital for treatment."

The well-behaved and sensible little Mary did not disturb the couple at this time. She simply greeted the woman on the hospital bed, chatted quietly for a few words, and then carefully sat down next to Lucius, swinging her feet as if she were thinking about something.

Lucius glanced at the man guarding the hospital bedside and vaguely felt that the name Victor sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place who it was.

The main thing is... the couple's situation gave him a strong sense of déjà vu, as if they should have quite a few scenes in the story...

Nora's waking time passed quickly. The seriously ill woman couldn't even say a few words to her relatives before falling into a deep sleep again in her weakened state.

Having confirmed that his wife's condition had stabilized, Viktor slowly rose and formally examined the police officer who had entered the ward, his words laced with a hint of skepticism and hostility:

"Sorry for the delay, officer, but how come you have time instead of properly 'handling' the dangers in Gotham City?"

Ok?

Sensing something amiss in Victor's words, Lucius frowned, feeling that the Gotham University professor seemed to be implying something.

I've heard that many officers in the Gotham Police Department are extremely corrupt. Does this Mr. Victor think he's one of those guys who collude with the mob?

As his eyes swept over the many strange design drawings scattered haphazardly in the ward, Lucius's sense of foreboding intensified!

Although he didn't yet know what role Mr. Victor played in the comic book, the design drawings displayed in the hospital room alone were definitely not simple things!

"You may have misunderstood. I'm a new police officer who just arrived in Gotham City, and I'm not very familiar with the 'danger' you're talking about."

With a smile and a brief explanation, Lucius subtly took a step toward the door of the ward.

"Furthermore, I will maintain a proper distance from all kinds of dangers..."

Including you, this potential threat...

Lucius silently cursed in his heart, already preparing to flee.

Getting involved with these potential 'villains' or 'superheroes' will not help you survive.

"Really? That's good..."

Knowing that the police officer had no connection with those gangs, Victor felt a slight sense of relief. But looking at the officer's face, his expression suddenly changed, and he spoke uncertainly:

"...Wait a minute. Haven't we met somewhere before?"

He felt a sense of familiarity with this handsome police officer, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

"What? There shouldn't be, right?"

Lucius's heart skipped a beat, and as he faced Victor's curious gaze, he felt a cold sweat seep down his back!

What does this mean? Does this "dangerous individual" know the previous owner of this body?

Or is this just an excuse to get closer?

Faced with the wary gaze of a dangerous individual, Lucius had already begun to consider backing out.

No, this place is not safe to stay any longer; we should leave as soon as possible!

"Alright... Now that Little Mary has found her relatives, I should probably head out. I still have some neighborhoods to patrol."

Leaving behind this statement, Lucius left the ward without giving Victor a chance to persuade him to stay.

"...Was I too cold-hearted?" Watching the kind-hearted police officer leave, Victor's rare doubts and guilt were quickly replaced by anxiety about his wife's illness.

"No, I don't have that much time to think about random things anymore..."

You've probably only seen it in newspapers or on TV; there's no need to worry about it.

Picking up the various blueprints scattered throughout the ward, Victor once again immersed himself in studying the equipment and instruments, trying to find a way to save his wife...

......

Gotham City, Central Third Street, Crown Apartments.

In the simple yet exquisite room, Lucius, off work, was clutching several diaries, frantically catching up on the experiences of the original owner of this body...

"Victor... Professor Victor... Victor Frith, Professor of Cryogenics at Gotham University."

Back in his apartment, the first room he arrived in after transmigrating, Lucius threw all his clothes, stained with blood from the fight the night before, into the washing machine. Now he's in front of his computer researching information about Mr. Victor.

To Lucius's relief, upon opening the nearly ten handwritten diaries, he found no record of this dangerous individual.

"Fortunately, the original owner shouldn't have had any contact with any dangerous people, but..."

As Lucius flipped through the pages of the diary, his expression became somewhat strange.

"On the 15th, I danced with Mrs. Raven at the party. Mrs. Raven's buttocks were the best I'd ever seen in any beauty... especially compared to her slender waist, they were like a full, ripe peach."

"Oh my god, Miss Natasha from the Secret Service actually asked me out! Did my lucky day of the 15th work again? Those teardrop-shaped beauties are truly captivating..."

"It's that lucky day of the month again, and I've received an invitation to dinner from Miss Diana... Miss Diana's thighs are so healthy and beautiful... even the feel of them is the best I've ever touched!"

Looking at the long stretches of special descriptions in his diary, Lucius, sitting at his desk, had a complex expression.

The subway, the elderly, the mobile phone.

Before transmigrating, as a naive young man, Luther's knowledge of these things came entirely from the internet.

But after transmigrating... he discovered that the original owner of this body was actually quite...

Bold and unrestrained.

"Damn it, what kind of person is this guy?"

Lucius flipped through the notebook in his hand quickly, his expression growing increasingly awkward.

He naturally hoped that his predecessor was a socially anxious person, and that the simpler his interpersonal relationships were, the better it would be for him to take over the identity and avoid revealing any flaws.

But what about now?!?!?!?!

This former playboy seems to have seduced every single one of his female colleagues in the Manhattan Shield Police Department in New York City!

In this guy's diary, there are only two things in life that bring him happiness: helping his friends solve their problems and having sex with women.

If the accounts in these diaries are true, then this guy, while not a bad person, has had far too many girlfriends!

"I just transmigrated and already have five or six exes... what kind of plot twist is this?"

Thankfully, I've been transferred to Gotham. If I had stayed in Manhattan, I'm afraid I would have been exposed in less than a day.

"Sigh..." Having not obtained much useful information, but having read a lot of erotic novels, Lucius put down his diary in frustration and painfully rubbed his temples.

Furthermore, why does every intimate encounter always occur on the 15th?

Could it be that Lucius genuinely enjoys exercise, or that all the diaries are just a pretense, merely recording a special date to symbolize the predecessor's completion of some important task?

"The 15th... the day after tomorrow is the 15th."

Quickly flipping through the diary, Lucius discovered that this guy had recorded his dates with his sweetheart almost every month on the 15th...

"If everything recorded in the diary is true, is it possible that something will really happen the day after tomorrow?"

Just as Lucius was worried that anything was possible in the world of American comics, a call from Sheriff Gordon made him temporarily put down the heavy diary in his hands.

"Lucius, we need you to monitor the transit of a shipment of contraband tomorrow."

"Contraband? What exactly is it?" Lucius asked instinctively, holding up his phone as he found the address for "Third Avenue".

"We don't know. All we know is that these things might be related to 'The Penguin,' so be extra careful tomorrow!"

"ha???"

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