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

Gotham police arrived late in the morning after receiving the emergency call.

Chief Luo flew into a rage at the police station again, reassigning the unfortunate guy who had been on night shift the previous night to the basement.

After doing all this, he immediately sent someone to Wayne Manor.

The leader was no longer the familiar Xavi, but another German with long hair.

Arno-Frass.

At that moment, Officer Frass was eating a hot dog.

"It seems our young masters are perfectly fine, hehe."

He took a bite of the protection money he'd collected from someone else's stall and chatted idly with the police officer beside him.

"I was initially quite agitated, thinking that another madman had come to provoke a major taxpayer."

"I was so scared this morning, I thought we were all going to get fired, but it turned out to be a false alarm."

The policeman next to him nodded:

"If I get fired, I'll have to go on unemployment benefits."

God knows, he collects protection money all day long and doesn't spend much money, but he still runs out of money at the end of the month.

He didn't even have two hundred US dollars for emergencies. If things continued like this, he might as well join the underworld.

"Are you still paying alimony to your ex-wife?"

Fros glanced at him indifferently and knew immediately why the kid had no money in his pocket.

They're all corrupt cops in Lob's gang, yet some have money while others don't—it's quite a strange situation.

"Yes, it's three thousand dollars a month. If I don't pay, the bank will deduct it automatically." He sighed deeply as he said this.

"Chief Luo also had a divorced wife..."

Forras hooked his arm around the neck of the young policeman next to him, gave a sly smile, and offered a suggestion.

"The bureau chief used to give that stupid woman a sum of money every month, but later he stopped."

"I know about this."

The young policeman nodded, recalling the report from back then.

The newspaper wrote:

The ex-wife of the police chief, Luo, went to a bar to have fun with taxpayers' money, but died unexpectedly.

Since the plaintiff no longer exists, there is naturally no need to pay alimony.

"Wait! You mean—"

"I didn't say anything."

Fress shook his head, smiled mysteriously, and was about to turn and leave----

"Detective, why isn't Harvey here today?"

At some point, Dio appeared behind the two of them like a ghost, without them noticing.

"Oh my God!"

Forlas was startled, but upon recognizing the newcomer, he immediately broke into a fawning smile.

"Young Master Dior, hello there, I am Freya."

For him, the main task of coming here today was to find out if the two young masters were in any trouble.

Director Luo gave a firm order.

If the Wayne family's young master has any problems, even psychological ones, he will be expelled.

He didn't want to have to collect unemployment benefits from the Wayne Group after being fired from the Wayne family.

"By the way, you mean Harvey?"

"A body was found on the dock this morning, and Detective Brock is investigating the case."

Upon hearing this, Dior immediately showed interest and gestured for the fat man in front of him to continue.

Seeing that the other party was going along with his words, Fros breathed a sigh of relief and continued speaking.

"I heard it was a very strange case; a young girl was brutally murdered on the dock."

"A rich second-generation, who has never experienced sexual pleasure, is the eldest daughter, and her parents are a high-ranking official and a senior executive."

"She was dressed in a white dress and hung high up, surrounded by all sorts of strange symbols."

As he said this, he subconsciously swallowed, his whole body covered in goosebumps:

"They say the killer is some kind of bullshit goat killer, or Gotham Goat."

"Damn it."

"The media must be ecstatic that someone is hunting down the children of Gotham's rich, but the city is in chaos."

Dior's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he raised his head, unconsciously uttering the name.

"The Spirit of the Goat".

This is a story his mother used to scare him when he was a child living on a farm with her.

Just like Grandma Yaga, they all scare children.

I can't believe it's true?

Forlas stared in surprise at the blond boy in front of him:

"Do you know about this case from ten years ago?"

Dior also looked surprised:

"Is this a case from ten years ago?"

"Yes, there was a similar case ten years ago, and it was Harvey who solved it."

Foras said everything without a single lie, acting like a complete lackey.

For him, if the young master Dior in front of him became depressed because of what happened last night, he would also become depressed.

"This case has been around for ten years, and it was Harvey who solved it."

Dio finally understood why the ghost stories his mother told couldn't be traced back to their source.

The love story is real, so the source cannot be found.

From a fateful perspective, the story of this goat spirit had crossed paths with him ten years ago.

But why are people repeating this old, tired case again today?

Unless this isn't a repeat of the past.

Was the original killer not dead? Or did they regain consciousness after being killed?

Dio stroked his chin, thinking about his special constitution that made him easily caught in the vortex of fate, and paused for a moment.

Could it be...

He remembered the claws frozen in the cold storage.

That guy didn't die, he just lost consciousness.

This might lead to a solution that maximizes benefits.

No, I have to go and take a look.

Thinking of this, Dio took a deep breath, his face instantly turning pale, and he said weakly:

"Uh, Detective Forlas, I suddenly feel a bit unwell, probably from the fright I had last night."

"I might really need a GCPD therapist to help me get a diagnosis."

"watt!!!!!!"

Fros was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that he nearly jumped out of his skin. He immediately clutched his chest, his face flushed.

"Are you kidding me? I hope you are!!! Please!"

He felt as if his job had grown wings and was saying goodbye to him.

Do not! ! !

Bruce, who was in the distance, was drawn by the pitiful cry and came face to face with Dio.

Dio blinked his right eye discreetly, and when he turned back, his face had returned to that weak look.

"Detective Forlas?"

"Ah! I understand! I'll take you there right away!"

As if realizing something, Frost put on his hat with a serious expression.

I will definitely keep my job!

for sure!

He made up his mind in secret.

Today, a police car with GCPD markings sped recklessly through the streets.

A traffic policeman was sprayed with spittle after being pulled over by a traffic officer for speeding.

Only after the police car drove away did the traffic police officer realize what had happened and wipe the spittle off his face.

What kind of situation is this? Even if you're in a hurry, you can't speed!

I haven't even received the ticket yet!

Soon after.

boom! ! !

The GCPD door was flung open, and Frost rushed in, shouting:

"I need a therapist, damn it!"

"What are you all standing there for?! I need a psychologist."

The door to the police inspector's office was pushed open by a Black woman, Sarah Essen, who is also a police inspector for the GCPD.

Seeing his subordinates acting so loudly, Inspector Essen's already pale face darkened even more.

"Fras, when did our department get a psychologist?"

"Did you party too much last night? Come to my office!"

The imposing aura emanating from Forlas immediately wilted, like a frostbitten eggplant.

"Yes, I understand, boss."