American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Wayne Manor is now surrounded by police.

Police lights were flashing everywhere—in the woods, on the paths, and inside the estate.

More than sixty police officers were mobilized because a madman dared to attack Wayne's only son.

There were more than 50 police officers conducting a thorough search of the woods alone for Bruce Wayne.

Even Gotham Police Chief Loeb was so angry when he heard the news that he smashed a cup in his office.

God knows how a madman could possibly attack the Prince of Gotham? Isn't that just reckless?

As the highest-ranking corrupt cop in Gotham, Lob has done many things that are simply incomprehensible to ordinary people.

But this time, even he was frightened by the audacity of this group.

Because these lunatics broke Gotham's unspoken rules, putting everything out in the open, and targeting Bruce Wayne no less.

"You bunch of bastards, you have to catch those people!!"

Harvey stood before Dio, neck stiff, face flushed, berating the policeman in front of him.

"That's exactly what Director Luo said back then; he pointed his finger at me and started yelling at me!"

"Damn it, you guys are saying these three guys didn't escape from Arkham?"

"Uh, detective, they definitely didn't escape from Arkham."

"ha?"

Harvey continued to play the good cop, pretending to be angry, and continued to berate the people in front of him:

"This is something else! Besides lunatics, who else in Gotham would attack Wayne?"

"Fuck!!"

"How could you possibly not have information on these three lunatics? Are you idiots?!"

"Get out of here, all of you!"

"Harvey, don't waste your energy."

Dio patted his arm and shook his head.

"These people are killers, professional killers."

"Yes, these people are professional killers; they can't be traced."

"Harvey, give us some space, I have something personal to do."

Gordon walked over and gave Harvey a knowing look.

The latter instantly understood, nodded, and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Guys, give us some space! I need to talk to my partner about something!"

"Now! Put down everything you're doing and get out of the living room, okay?"

The police officers looked at each other, and none of them moved.

But seeing Harvey's increasingly dangerous gaze, they wisely withdrew from the scene.

After all, Harvey is the Gotham Police Department's most senior detective, with the widest network of connections and the most girlfriends.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the police inspector were to die in the line of duty one day, this kind-hearted, chubby Irishman would be the undisputed successor.

Even after the previous police superintendent was beaten to death by drug dealers for accepting bribes, he served as acting police superintendent for more than a month.

Therefore, in the Gotham Police Department, no one with a brain wants to offend him.

After all, being a police officer is just a job; it's not worth it.

"It's up to you now."

Harvey patted Gordon on the shoulder and, as he passed Dior, casually ruffled his hair into a mess.

"Harvey!"

Dio slapped him, but he nimbly dodged it.

Hahahaha.

Harvey left with a smile.

"He hasn't laughed this happily in a long time."

Gordon raised an eyebrow, turned to look at Dio and Alfred, who was tending to his wounds, his smile fading as he lowered his voice:

"I've found a clue; it's about a wealthy man named Lovecraft."

Dior raised an eyebrow.

It's the same person?

Is it a coincidence?

Gordon continued:

"After I learned all this, I was preparing to arrest him, but then..."

"And then you discovered he'd disappeared?"

Dio nodded subconsciously, then frowned and looked up at Gordon:

"Wait? You just said arrest? You applied for an arrest warrant?"

"you mean..."

"I'm afraid so."

Gordon nodded heavily.

"I just applied for an arrest warrant, and they sent me and Harvey here."

The three exchanged a glance.

Gordon had long suspected there was a mole within the police department, but when the mole was finally revealed, his heart sank.

"These guys have tarnished their badge! Damn it!"

Gordon clenched his fists, his eyes filled with resentment and dejection.

"Don't look so grumpy, we have two leads," Dio said in a low voice.

We have two clues, and they're two hard-won clues, so we must split up and do both!

Perhaps Lovecraft and the mole have some important clues, or maybe they are even involved in the case themselves!

Gordon nodded silently, stood up, and at that moment, his eyes were filled with determination.

"Then let's split up and act separately."

"Never mind that for now!" Alfred interrupted them anxiously. "We need to find Master Bruce right away!"

"They went to Gotham."

Dio stood up and walked outside. As he passed Harvey, he casually took the keys from his pocket.

"Harvey, can I borrow your car? Alfred, let's go."

"Yes, Master Dior."

Alfred quickly followed, hesitated for a moment, and then advised:

"But next time, let's not steal the keys."

Harvey's furious roar came from behind:

"You brat! That's my new car! Damn it!"

"Next time I'll definitely ruffle your hair into a bird's nest!"

"Is it possible that Dior stole your keys because you ruffled his hair?"

Gordon looked at his partner with amusement.

"Shut up, Gordon!"

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Selena led Bruce through a deep, dark tunnel.

She looked around, her eyes filled with amazement.

This tunnel, which is older than her grandmother, has wooden tracks that are remarkably well-preserved, with no collapses whatsoever.

This is incredible.

Thanks to her nocturnal habits, Selena can see everything around her clearly in the dark.

She could see clearly any obstacles, spider webs, or even water droplets seeping from the walls.

Bruce followed behind her, quietly tightening his grip on the girl's hand, and moved her little by little.

He wasn't scared at all.

Since his parents died, fear has rarely been a feeling in his heart.

From that day on, only a moving black shadow remained in his heart.

But deep down, Bruce felt he should have acted a little scared in front of Selena.

Even just a little bit?

Splash, splash.

A swarm of startled bats swept overhead, the sound of their flapping wings echoing through the tunnel.

"It looks like it..." Bruce looked up at the group of dark figures, lost in thought. "Shadows."

"What did you say?"

Selena turned her head in confusion.

Bruce shook his head and decisively changed his story:

"I mean, why are we taking this path? How did you know?"

"Dior told me."

Selena spoke without turning her head.

"Dior told you."

A knowing glint flashed in Bruce's eyes, but he wasn't surprised at all.

Both Dio and Alfred were well aware that Dio was a pawn planted by someone else.

Dior himself knew that they knew.

The three of them were actually pretending to be ignorant all along, putting on a show of everyone getting along well.

But Bruce didn't expect that Dior would tell Selena about the escape tunnel.

Even though his unexpected death as the first heir would be most advantageous for Dio, the adopted son of the Wayne family, ...

Bruce recalled the calm and collected boy who fought back in the alley, and the days they spent searching for clues together.

A thought popped into my head uncontrollably—could I really trust Dior?

The black-haired boy's eyes wavered for a moment, but he finally shook his head, forcing himself to stop thinking about it.

After all, trust, as Dior said, is a luxury, a fragile thing, the easiest to obtain, and the hardest to obtain.

"How much longer do we have?"

"I don't know," Selena said, looking at the gradually brightening lights ahead. "But we should be almost at Gotham by now."