American comic book police officer survival manual

After enduring the noise that lasted until midnight, Selena finally left the apartment through gritted teeth once everything had stopped.

Lucius didn't wake up until several hours after the thief had left without a sound.

Listening to the even breathing beside him, and turning his head to see Pamela's delicate and pretty face, Lucius's indescribable emotions slowly dissipated.

Her long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly with her breath, and her fair, rosy skin seemed to still retain a trace of the afterglow of last night's passion.

Nestled close to the sleeping Pamela, Lucius gently stroked her long hair, gazing at her increasingly beautiful and alluring figure.

Over this period of time, Pamela has changed more and more. The little flaws that once made her look like a plain college girl seem to have disappeared without her noticing.

If Pamela were dressed up now, she would probably be even more charming than a certain beauty working in Arkham...

"Um..."

Pamela opened her watery, affectionate eyes, raised her head, and faced Lucius, who was so close to her, feeling a sense of ease and satisfaction.

However, the toxins that had returned to a chaotic and uncontrollable state within her body prevented Pamela from being as relaxed and at ease as she had been the night before, and her face regained some of its usual restraint.

"Hey...does it look good?"

After their intimacy the night before, their relationship deepened once again. Pamela, who had become a little more reserved, held the officer's arm and asked him questions tenderly.

"Of course..." With his forehead pressed against Pamela's, Lucius could even feel the trembling of his lover's heartbeat.

Worried that Lucius might do something daring while she was asleep and get infected with the toxin, Pamela tossed her red hair and asked with a slightly strange expression, "You didn't secretly kiss me, did you?"

"No, I was completely engrossed in watching. Of course, I wouldn't do anything strange while you're resting."

Holding Pamela's smiling face, Lucius felt genuinely relaxed in this way of being together.

Compared to Pamela, who was so assertive and somewhat crazy last night, this gentler girl is the lover he prefers to be close to.

"That's good... I still prefer you to do those things when I'm sober..."

Still basking in the joy of the previous night, Pamela did not let go, her face still bearing an alluring charm.

"Now...should we continue doing something bad?"

Having already tasted the sweetness of it on their first encounter, Pamela whispered seductively in Lucius's ear.

Although the uncontrollable toxins in her body prevented her from acting as freely as she had the night before, she could still manage to keep her mouth clean.

Noticing the girl's body slowly pressing down, Lucius's expression changed, and he hurriedly said:

"Hey...wait a minute, Pamela, we have to attend Gotham University's opening ceremony today...hiss~"

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Gotham University, next to the sports field.

The couple who missed the opening ceremony because of some intimate gestures are now waiting in a special shooting range for the shooting competition to be arranged.

"Mr. Lucius, it is an honor that you accepted our invitation to participate in the shooting competition."

The same editor from the Gotham University newspaper was still in charge of receiving her. Lydia, dressed in a professional suit, held the microphone, and her face no longer showed the restraint and embarrassment she had shown during the incident yesterday.

The bustling and vibrant Gotham University continued its activities as usual, as if the Black Dove member who died last night had never existed, causing no ripples or disturbances.

Looking at the smiling editor, Lucius responded indifferently, "It is my honor to be invited, and I hope it will not cause any trouble for your school."

Invited to Gotham University with a sense of being flattered, Lucius was met with students who were indifferent and numb to death. Despite his apparent popularity, Lucius found it difficult to be happy.

The case from last night remains unresolved. The Black Dove gang member who committed suicide is currently being kept in the morgue of the university's medical school, and no further forensic examination has been conducted.

Seemingly sensing Lucius's bad mood, Lydia showed no displeasure. Instead, she moved her legs, encased in black stockings, slowly closer to the police officer.

"In today's shooting competition, Jeremy Wilcox is the school's best chance of winning the championship. He's a medical student and a member of the Black Dove Society, so Mr. Lucius, please be careful and don't let him slip away unexpectedly..."

After giving this meaningful message, Lydia bowed and left with the members of the Gotham University newspaper. It was clear that Lydia had other tasks to complete.

Lucius frowned as he watched the woman's departing figure, not quite understanding what role she had played in all of this.

"Mr. Lucius, how are you? Feeling stressed?"

Barbara, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, approached the police officer with a stack of documents in her arms and her eyes shining.

"Um?"

Surprised that the girl hadn't followed the other members of the newspaper, Lucius instinctively asked:

"pressure?"

"Haha, traditional shooting events are different from live-fire shooting. We can only use air rifles with iron sights to shoot targets smaller than the crosshair within the field of view."

Seemingly extremely enthusiastic about firearms, Barbara raised her hand as if to shoot, her face filled with excitement.

"The feel of an air rifle is completely different from that of a standard-issue pistol, and Jeremy is an elite member of the Black Dove Society, so you'd better be careful~"

Do you really need to remind them twice in front of me? These two guys...

Looking at Barbara's smiling face, Lucius nodded:

"I'll be careful. Why aren't you with the editor?"

"Me? I also want to go see the classmate who had the accident last night. I heard he hasn't had an autopsy yet, and I'd like to watch him do it."

Despite being a computer science student, Barbara seems to have a strong interest in criminal investigation.

This attitude, so different from that of the other students, prompted Lucius to ask:

"Is that student someone you know? Or do you want to become a forensic pathologist after graduation?"

How could a beautiful young girl want to come into contact with a corpse?

"No, I still prefer computers. It's just that there have been a lot of cases of corpses being stolen from the medical school lately, so I thought I'd go and investigate."

After waving goodbye, Barbara ran out of the stadium with small steps, but the words she left behind made Lucius, who wanted to solve the case, frown again.

Corpses keep disappearing from the medical school?

But why did none of the Gotham University newspapers he had read before he came mention this information?

Lost in thought, Lucius was gently nudged by Pamela beside him.

"Lucius, it's almost your turn for the shooting competition."

"oh."

Rising from his seat, Lucius took the gas pistol and, under the expectant gaze of countless students, went to the shooting point ten meters away from the target.

Facing the tiny target with a diameter of just over one centimeter, Lucius closed one eye and muttered to himself.

"Even though I haven't done anything, I feel like I'm being watched by countless people..."

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