American comic book police officer survival manual

In Chinatown, the traditional Chinese medicine shop that Lucius once visited welcomed another special customer.

"Hello, I need to purchase some medicinal herbs..."

Pamela, now fully "recharged," entered the pharmacy. From the moment she stepped inside, she could smell the bitterness in the air.

"Oh, what do you need?"

It was rare to see such a face, so the pharmacist couldn't help but take a second look.

"Uh... here, just take it from this."

She handed over a list of medicinal herbs. Feeling something uneasy about the small room, Pamela frowned slightly and instinctively wanted to leave.

"Madam, are you alright?"

Seeing the customer covering his forehead, looking troubled, the shop assistants found it rather strange.

"I'm fine..."

Suppressing the strange emotions welling up in her mind, Pamela forced a smile. Her gaze towards the medicine boxes held a hint of pity.

Ever since that experiment, she has been able to sense certain special emotions.

At first, Pamela had no idea where these strange sensations came from.

But as time went on, she probably understood the reason behind all of this.

Perhaps it is because of that great will that she can now always sense the emotions of plants, as if she can resonate with these creatures on a spiritual level.

But... what can she do?

When those poor plants conveyed their pain to her, she could only endure it silently.

In this world, nobody cares about the rights of plants.

"Hello, are these medicinal herbs alright?"

Following Pamela's list, the man fetching the medicine quickly found all the types of drugs.

However, when he re-examined the list to see if anything had been missed, the list of medicinal herbs made this clerk, who had been reprimanded by the shopkeeper before, feel a headache coming on.

Why does this list look so much like the medicinal herbs that person bought before?

Coincidence?

"Um... I forgot to mention, there are specific requirements for the medicinal herbs themselves, so I need to select them."

"!"

Ignoring the clerk's surprise, Pamela was about to take out her phone when she realized that a police officer had fallen asleep because of his own little selfish desires.

"Um..."

Frowning at the herbs that had been processed in various ways, Pamela gave a stiff smile and could only begin to use her own methods to distinguish their quality.

"Alright... these are all similar medicinal herbs, please choose whichever you like."

With a strange expression, he listed out all the medicinal herbs of the same category one by one, and the clerk had already sensed that something was wrong.

Could it be that this lady and Mr. Lucius have some special relationship?

The head office said that if they could find Mr. Lucius's trail...

The thought of the hefty reward made the man's heart race uncontrollably...

That one. Not bad. What a pity.

"Um?"

Unable to discern the quality of the medication, the girl was taken aback, only then realizing that the information seemed to originate from her own mind.

The massive consciousness transmitted fragmented concepts, causing Pamela to shift her attention to a particularly profound medicinal herb.

"That one is good too."

Guided by a certain consciousness, Pamela began to pick and choose from various medicine boxes, and soon selected several suitable medications.

"Okay, that's all. Thank you for your hard work."

Carrying these plant "corpses," Pamela's feelings were complicated.

Using these methods to cure Lucius's illness always made Pamela feel as if she were betraying the will in her mind.

But the thought that all of this was for Lucius quickly dispelled Pamela's guilt.

"Just this once..."

Pamela silently made a promise to that sacred consciousness in her heart, unaware that a man eager for the bounty had already followed behind her.

......

"squeak..."

As Pamela pushed open the door to her private ward and stepped inside, she felt a surge of jubilation.

When the girl looked towards the bedside in surprise, she saw Lucius holding a glass of water, watering the lavender beside the bed...

The joy she felt seemed to emanate from that small pot of lavender.

"It's back? It looked a bit dry, so I watered it out of boredom."

Lucius warmly accepted the medicine packet from Pamela's hand, and with just one glance, he knew that these were exactly the medications he needed.

"When did you wake up?"

The girl looked very nervous; her eyes darted around unnaturally, and even her slender limbs seemed slightly stiff.

Didn't we put Lucius to sleep with the scent of flowers before?

Why does he seem to be fully conscious the whole time?

Not understanding why Pamela seemed nervous, Lucius took the medication out of its packaging and casually replied:

"Me? I just woke up, I don't even know how I fell asleep..."

"..."

Watching Lucius skillfully grind the medicine into powder, and recalling the scene of watering the plants earlier, Pamela suppressed her nervousness and suddenly felt a great deal of curiosity about Lucius himself.

What is his view on plants?

It seems that from the very first time they met, he valued these tiny creatures just as much as I did.

"Lucius."

"Um?"

Do you think plants should be killed and eaten?

"..."

The officer looked up in surprise at Pamela's question and noticed a hint of expectation in the girl's eyes.

It seems... she takes the answer to this question very seriously.

"...No living thing should be killed and eaten. If there is anything that is born to be eaten, then it should only be fruit."

Understanding how much Pamela cared about plants, Lucius, though somewhat puzzled by the question, still shared his thoughts.

Only the pulp is a gift from plants to animals, and it is also the reward for carrying their seeds on their long journey.

"But unfortunately, you can't survive by eating only fruit."

Lucius ground the herbs into powder, packed them into small bags, and sighed softly.

"To live means to kill and eat, whether you are an animal or a plant. You will die if you are eaten, and you will also die if you don't have food."

Seeing the sadness on Pamela's face, although he didn't understand why she was like this, Lucius still tried his best to persuade her: "Tragedies happen every minute of every day in this world, so you'd better take it easy and not get caught up in the ups and downs of life."

In Gotham, even living people can't predict when they will die, let alone plants that can't move.

Gotham's chaos is inextricably linked to the various forms of pollution resulting from its rapid development.

Various mutated creatures, mutated humans... even the mentally mutated individuals influenced by the environment and various illegal drugs...

"You really like plants?" Knowing that Pamela had this little hobby, Lucius felt he should support her.

"...Um."

Nodding, Pamela found herself becoming increasingly concerned about the feelings of those plants.

She can sense the emotions of all the plants around her, which compels her to pay attention to her 'companions'.

These are the 'companions' she controls, who accompany and protect her.

"If that's the case...why not build a botanical garden?"

Putting the herbs away, Lucius felt that Pamela could definitely set a goal. "Make some money, then buy a piece of land where you can turn it into a plant paradise, plant whatever you like, and no one will bother you."

Recalling how much Pamela had valued those few flowers, Lucius could only guide her in this way.

Having received reasonable advice, Pamela's gloomy mood was quickly lifted, and even her dull eyes lit up—

"yes!"

If one's emotions are affected by the plants around them.

Why not just create a 'paradise' that belongs only to yourself and the plants?

......