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

As they watched as Fleiss was called into the office by the grim-faced Inspector Essen, the other detectives and police officers showed varying degrees of schadenfreude, with some even letting out a sneer.

As is widely known, the Gotham Police Department has never had a psychiatrist because nobody has mental health issues.

Murder? You need administrative leave? And a psychological evaluation? You can just fill out that form randomly, or even have someone else fill it out.

The situation in Gotham is completely different from other cities. Who among the people sitting in this office doesn't have a life on their hands?

Especially with Loeb as the current director, you can't do this job without a scandal.

Everyone in this police station has, to varying degrees, dealt with some "inconvenient" people for the gang.

Their minds are already distorted, so of course they don't have a normal mental state.

"He must have taken too much."

"Yeah, maybe he had too much fun with the strippers last night."

"Poor thing, getting scolded after something like this happens, tsk tsk."

At the entire police station, only Harvey was looking at the case file in front of him, his face full of worry.

"A two-centimeter incision near the skull? And a 1813 cent was sewn in?"

A distinctive, deep voice came from behind.

Harvey shuddered, snapping out of his daze, and turned around with a furrowed brow.

After seeing who it was, his eyebrows relaxed again.

"Dio? What are you doing at GCPD? Have you gotten into trouble again?"

As he spoke, he consciously pressed the files on the table down under the other documents.

Dio noticed Xavi's subtle movements but didn't pay them any mind.

Anyway, he always felt that his solution to the claw problem was related to this case.

"Gotham is bustling, the news is everywhere, the Spirit of the Goat, I thought it was just a story."

Harvey blocked Dio's probing gaze, his expression turning serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"Don't pry into things that have nothing to do with you. You know you're one of his targets, right?"

"As the eldest son of a wealthy and powerful family in Gotham, I don't think that madman would care whether you're an adopted son or not."

As a veteran detective and a former GCPD field agent, Harvey knew perfectly well what Dio was up to.

They just want to get involved in this case.

That's why he couldn't agree.

"I will not agree to that, Dio, unless God comes to me and tells me himself."

"There's no need to make such a fuss."

Dior pulled out a chair and sat down, his tone calm and confident.

"The spirit of the goat won't kidnap me, after all, I have no family left to worry about me, right?"

Harvey fell silent, a silence he hadn't heard in a long time.

Yes, the spirit of the goat hunts the eldest sons of wealthy families because their parents would worry.

But Dior?

Legally, he has no other relatives besides Bruce Wayne.

"No need to say that, Mr. Brando."

Police Inspector Essen walked out of the office with a smile.

"The Gotham Police Department will protect every taxpayer."

"If you feel unsafe staying at home, you are perfectly free to stay here."

Upon hearing this, Dior's confident expression vanished instantly, replaced by a look of utter terror.

With those handsome, even somewhat eerie, features, he looked utterly pitiful.

His voice was broken and intermittent:

"Okay, okay... That madman is killing people indiscriminately outside, I'm terrified."

"If you could send a detective to protect me, that would be wonderful."

Harvey, who was still in a state of euphoria, stared wide-eyed at the pitiful Dio, his eyes filled with accusation.

A very bad feeling rose from the bottom of my heart.

He opened his mouth, about to say something...

"I know Detective Brock well, so it would be even better if he could protect me."

"Great! Officer Brock is the best detective we have here. He'll definitely be able to handle this job."

Police Inspector Essen readily agreed, but before leaving, he gave Harvey a warning look.

"Right? You'll do it, won't you, Brock?"

Harvey froze completely, his mouth slightly open, his eyes filled with despair.

At that moment, he truly realized what a "dog tycoon" was, and what a handsome "dog tycoon" was.

"...Yes, Inspector."

Police Inspector Essen left, satisfied. Only Harvey and Dio remained at their workstations, staring at each other in bewilderment.

"Damn it! You brat!"

Harvey frantically scratched his blond hair, which was almost as thick as Dio's, and growled in a low voice.

"You must have been sent by God to torment me!!!"

Dio listened silently to his roar, calmly adjusting his cuffs.

"Harvey, let's make a deal."

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to drown out Harvey's breathing, yet just enough to avoid reaching a third person's ears.

"Take me with you, and I'll help you get Gordon back from Arkham."

"I know you like him; you see a reflection of your past self in him."

He paused for a moment, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the man with patience, not urging.

"Think about it carefully, Harvey."

Harvey's roar got stuck in his throat, neither coming out nor coming down.

He stared at the twelve-year-old boy in front of him and suddenly felt that the boy's overly delicate face was even more irritating than the police inspector's dark face.

But upon closer inspection, one can always vaguely see the shadow of the younger sister who grew up with him but was kidnapped by the blond-haired man in the boy.

"Your mouth is just as disgusting as your father's."

Harvey's voice gradually softened, even his profanities sounded weak and feeble.

"You had already planned this out before you came, right?"

Dior neither denied nor admitted it.

He simply stretched out his hand, palm up, fingers spread, like two adults finalizing a business deal.

"Enjoy the collaboration?"

That hand was fair and slender, with neatly trimmed nails, like a girl's hand.

Harvey stared at the hand as if it were a grenade with the pin pulled.

Finally, he slammed it down hard.

"Three days. If Gordon doesn't come back in three days, I'll throw you into the Gotham River to feed the fish."

He paused, then pushed the files on the table toward him.

"Now I know you're smart, kid. Help me find anything I've missed."

"I can confirm that this case is not a copycat crime."

Dior put away his playful expression and seriously opened the file.

The story of the spirit of the goat is very strange.

Harvey solved this case ten years ago, but it has resurfaced ten years later.

The strangest thing is that this was not a copycat crime.

Because Harvey concealed the killer's habit of sewing coins into the back of the victim's head.

But this time, the killer had no contact with the killer from ten years ago, yet he did the same thing.

Based on the case file, there are now two possibilities.

First, there really is a so-called goat spirit in Gotham that can possess people.

Second, this is a complete conspiracy; someone deliberately created the spirit of the goat.

Thinking about it carefully, the second one is more likely.

The mastermind behind it all recreated a goat spirit.

Or, to put it another way, a hypnotist hypnotized a person into believing that he was the spirit of the goat.

Dior slowly put down the file, his eyes filled with thought.

If one can learn this hypnosis technique, it can be used to create a personality for Claw, who has lost his personality.

A personality that obeys his commands...

"I really made the right choice coming here."