The Legendary Life Beginning from American Comics

"Detective? Continue to share your experience in handling this case!"

Gordon slowly retreated behind Edward as everyone clapped their hands with a look of relief.

That look contained an "ulterior motive" of care from a leader to his subordinates, but it made Edward feel like he was carrying a thorn in his back.

In comparison, Meng Ge below looks much more pleasing to the eye, especially like the kind of simple-eyed... native dog in the village.

Watch everyone pick up their notes in unison!

Edward was slightly speechless.

If you had studied so seriously back then, you would have gone to Wall Street to become wolves!

Since Detective Gordon was only over 1.7 meters tall, after descending the two-step printing paper, he was smoothly submerged in the crowd. Edward became the "pillar" in everyone's eyes again, standing in front of everyone.

Edward's face is slightly dark. In the eyes of his colleagues, he is a good colleague who is kind, hard-working and responsible. In the eyes of his leaders, he is a good subordinate who is reliable and does not compete with others...

The last person to receive such a rating was crushed to death by an ambulance!

But when he was asked to talk about his experience in handling cases, Edward was embarrassed again. I have Mao's experience in handling cases.

Are you telling them that the poor use tactics and the rich use firepower to cover them?

Or let them read more books, read more newspapers, eat less snacks and sleep more?

Apart from that, he could only tell them the truth, but telling the truth was an absolute no-no.

Originally, I just wanted to reduce my sense of presence and be a bastard. If I told them that I knew how to make paper puppets, who knows what some IT nerds in the police station would do to those poor pieces of paper!

Moreover, the popularity of superheroes is too high.

If anyone knew about his "superpower" of transforming into a paper man, he bet that Walt Company would be the first to trouble him.

Treat them to guests, behead them, and accept them as dogs.

This third-year old man must have gone through it all over him.

He doesn't want to be restrained. Look at those superheroes. They are obviously very powerful, but when there is crime at night, don't they still have to come out and work overtime for Vought Company?

During the day, I make movies, do activities, and promote, and at night I have to work overtime to fight criminals.

How miserable!

Not free at all.

Walt's company can monopolize all superhero programs and have so many superheroes serve it. Edward doesn't believe that it is just a star company.

Thinking of this, Edward could only sigh in his heart. He couldn't talk about this, and he couldn't talk about that, so he could only... have nothing to say.

And he found that no matter what he said, it would always be interpreted "maliciously" by Gordon, so he decided not to speak at all this time.

Illness comes in from the mouth, and disaster comes out of the mouth.

I don't believe it. If I don't speak, can you interpret it as "malicious"?

So Edward just looked down at them.

And they looked up to Edward.

The long minutes of silence made countless curious eyes change from full of desire, to excitement, to doubt, to boredom, and finally to deep thought. These minutes interpreted the meaning of those short few seconds for some people.

Finally, someone broke the calm.

"I know…"

Meng Ge smiled like a child. When he found that none of the classmates had answered the question given by the teacher, he found that he was the only one who got the final answer. This dog with particularly innocent eyes grinned. , laughed out loud.

Edward quickly found the source of the sound. It was Meng Ge. He had miscalculated!

I actually forgot that there was another one on site.

Gordon stabs, Gordon stabs, Gordon stabs over, Mongo stabs!

"Detective, can I tell you what I think?"

Edward wanted to say: No.

But Director Gordon appeared out of nowhere, with a hint of encouragement in his eyes, "Inspector is not such a stingy person, it doesn't matter if he is wrong, right, Inspector Edward."

"..."

Looking at Director Gordon's slightly proud expression, he could guess what Director Gordon was thinking: I'm such a giant, I actually helped Edward find such a great teammate, I will definitely ask him to buy me a drink after get off work. .

"Then I'll tell you!" Meng Ge cleared his throat and gave his answer to the classmates who had not finished yet to copy it.

"The detective didn't say a word for such a long time. Do you think it's strange? For those of you who have never had contact with the detective, of course you will find it strange, but for those of you who have had an in-depth relationship with the detective, For me, who understands and participated in one of his case-handling experiences, I still find it incomprehensible.”

"???"

"But don't be surprised. The detective's vision is wider and deeper than ours. You can think about it, what is the detective doing at this time?"

Think along Mongo's thinking.

At this time, the detective was already sitting at the computer desk with a cup of coffee, working "seriously".

"And what are you doing at this time? Talking about the movie starring the Deep Sea Man yesterday, or the movie made by the Transparent Man?"

"So, the detective is telling us that we don't have any experience. It's just that the detective used the time we spent chatting on work!"

"So, experience is not something you talk about, it's something you do. No matter how many times you tell someone something, it's impossible for everyone to truly absorb it. Only by truly experiencing it once can everyone understand it."

Others looked enlightened, understanding that, in general, it meant less beeping and more work.

They nodded seriously, as if they really understood Edward.

"..."

Edward walked down silently.

Love it as you please, it’s already like this anyway, no matter what I say they won’t believe it, because they only believe what they believe.

When Edward returned to his seat, he felt that the world was full of malice toward him, but luckily, he still had at least a hundred thousand bonus in hand.

Edward glanced at the table. Suddenly, there was an extra piece of material on the originally clean table?

He flipped a page casually.

"Information on the Superhero Train Man Investigation"

WTF?Who the hell put me in my seat?

Suddenly a little policeman ran over.

"Sorry, Detective, this case has been withdrawn and has not had time to be processed."

"What do you mean?"

"It's like this. Yesterday, a locomotive hit and killed a girl on the street. Someone called the police, so it was treated as a criminal case. But as soon as the materials were printed out and before the case filing form could be submitted, the other girl's parents reached an agreement with the superhero locomotive. I understand, and the case has been dismissed, but the information has not been processed.”

"Robbery? The one involving people from the motherland?" Edward asked casually. Fortunately, there was finally some good news today.

"Hmm... I'm not sure. According to what he said, it was another bank robbery case."

Edward frowned, angry.

Such a big thing as robbing a bank!No one informed him?

Do you know what a huge loss this is to a caring citizen?

"You look so worried about the country and the people, I think you are more suitable to be the mayor, Detective." When Edward was feeling sad, Gordon's leisurely voice came from behind.

"..."

What's going on?Do you think this is Gotham and anyone can be mayor?

Edward rolled his eyes, disapproving.

If cats and dogs can become mayors, then I might as well run for president!

Edward glanced back at Gordon, feeling as if Gordon was standing there in deep thought.

He suddenly had a bad premonition.

"You...can't be serious!"

Director Gordon just smiled, said nothing, did not admit it, and certainly did not deny it.