American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Can you eat slower? I'm a little scared..."

In the old KFC restaurant, Gordon looked at the seedlings that came from afar to see him, and his joyful expression suddenly disappeared.

If this is how he eats, he'll have to consider buying on credit.

He picked up a fried chicken leg, dipped it in ketchup, and stuffed it into his mouth. With a simple poke, he spit out half of the bone.

The dogs shook their heads.

"No, Chief Gordon, it's just twenty boxes of chicken legs. There's no need to be like this. Although I have no money, you have money."

Miaomu picked up another chicken leg and put it in his mouth to chew. He didn't know if it was a sequelae of martial arts training, but Miaomu felt that when he ate, it was like a bottomless pit and he digested food extremely quickly.

It seems that after eating, it can be digested and stored as energy. The hunger is not that strong, but I just can't stop eating.

"There's no need to call Sheriff outside. Just call me Gordon." Gordon picked up the Coke cup beside him and took a sip.

Milo next to him was shyly showing off his burger, because it was Sheriff Gordon who treated them, so the ordinary beef burger became extra delicious.

"You work at the Arkham Police Department, so you're not penniless. You're not married yet, right? How's your salary?"

Gordon put down his Coke and asked curiously, "Although young people nowadays don't have any plans for spending money, it's only been a few days since we got paid? Even he still has a few hundred-dollar bills in his pocket."

“It’s a long story. I was probably sick, so I sent some alimony to the man’s wife… no, it was his ex-wife.

"The key is that I still don't know whether that guy is dead or alive. If he dies, I will lose a lot of money."

Miao Mu shook his head and said, picking up another fried chicken leg and stuffing it into his mouth and chewing it, and at the same time poured the untouched French fries on Milo's plate into his mouth.

But to be honest, Naegi still sympathizes with the Dead Shooter. The pretty boy that this guy's ex-wife keeps is as strong as a football player.

Fortunately, I got divorced, otherwise I would be...cuckolded...

But it's also quite tragic. The money that I worked so hard to earn has to be given to my unemployed ex-wife... to support her gigolo. It's really horrible.

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. When Gordon heard Miaomu's complaint, he was touched, not for any other reason.

It’s because of… my ex-wife.

"I'm divorced, too."

"What! Cough cough cough... er cough cough!" Miao Mu was so shocked that the chicken bone got stuck in his throat.

"Brother Miao!" Milo quickly got up and patted Miaomu on the back. Miaomu also quickly vomited, and half a chicken bone fell to the ground with saliva.

"What did you say? You're divorced?"

Miao Mu didn't care about the discomfort in his mouth. He grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth and asked hurriedly.

Gordon nodded somewhat ashamedly, as if relieved of a heavy burden. He said it out loud. Some things were uncomfortable to keep in one's heart.

The cup of Coke in his hand, like a strong whiskey, made him feel a little drunk. It started to drizzle outside the window.

One day, he suddenly realized that he had fallen in love with Sarah Eason, a colleague at the Gotham Police Department, but it was just the beginning of his feelings.

There has been no substantial progress between the two, but they are in love with each other and are heading towards true love, but they are both people with ideals and bottom lines.

Gordon had his own family, and Sarah Eason didn't want to destroy his family, so the two of them avoided each other in this way.

It was not until Gordon confessed to his wife that this honest and old-fashioned man could no longer bear the torment of betraying his wife, even if it was just an extramarital affair, so he told the truth.

"So, you are now a bachelor who has been kicked out of the house?" Miao Mu couldn't help laughing.

He did know a little about Gordon's marriage, especially the second Mrs. Gordon, who died bravely and decisively. Even Gotham's Prince of Crime, the Joker, was shocked by her death.

That's right, they were dead. The Joker hijacked a group of babies in the hospital and gave them to Officer Sarah Eisen who went to capture them.

Use a bomb and ask a special multiple-choice question.

1. Catch him and all the babies will die.

2. Sarah Eason committed suicide so that everyone could survive.

Rather than killing his enemies, the Joker prefers to drive them crazy, just like he could have killed Batman countless times.

But he didn't.

Killing is his means, and what he wants to do is to let those people with morals and bottom lines trample on their bottom lines and ideals, and eventually fall into endless madness.

What could be better than having the people who guard this city destroy and kill the very people they are supposed to protect?

However, Sarah Essen taught the Joker a lesson that some people can really die for their ideals and protection.

He raised the pistol, pointed it at his forehead, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. A gunshot rang out.

Even the clown, who is known for his madness, was shocked.

That seemed to be the first time the Joker fulfilled his promise and released all the babies, but... it also seemed to be the last time.

Gordon smiled bitterly and seemed very embarrassed. It felt really weird that he could still find love when his daughter was already in college.

"Okay, the Upper West Side is your territory, let's go there, together?" Miao Mu picked up a napkin to wipe the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, took out the business card from his pocket and pushed it over.

Gordon put on his glasses, picked up the business card and took a look, "This place is quite messy, you two want to go over there?"

"No, I'm inviting you to join me." Naegi wiped his hands, stood up and put on his coat, "Would you like to join us? We're already off work."

As he spoke, Naegi pointed to the chicken leg self-propelled clock on the wall. It was obvious that it was time to get off work.

"Yeah, sure. I want to go have a drink too."

Gordon thought about it and agreed. He went back home, and he was alone, feeling particularly lonely.

"Let's go, let's go to Dixon's Wharf before the rain gets too heavy. Milo will drive!"

Naegi put his coat on his head and tossed the keys to Milo.

Let this young man, who looks handsome on the outside but actually very naive on the inside, run errands.

He and Gordon walked outside. There were thick clouds in the sky of Gotham, and it rained from time to time. He got used to it after living here for a long time.

Gordon skillfully pulled the hat out of his coat and put it on his head. The police coat he was wearing was waterproof.

A police car drove by and just as it stopped, the rain stopped.

Miaomu looked up at the sky which had cleared up after the rain and revealed a crescent moon. He stretched out his hand in disbelief, and the rain really stopped.

"This damn weather... is pretty good."

Miaomu originally wanted to curse, but when he saw the moon in the sky, he changed the second half of the curse.

"Let's go, that place is quite lively at night, but it's best not to go there in police uniform, otherwise you will get into trouble."

Gordon watched the rain stop and simply took off his police jacket, putting on a white shirt with a tie underneath.

However, he hadn't changed his clothes for a while, and his white collar had turned black, but none of the three men cared about it.

I'm so busy that I don't know what to do.

Naegi was only wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt with a pink cat logo on the chest.

It seems that this T-shirt was a gift that Jerry wanted to give to someone, and Miaomu just grabbed it and put it on.

"No need to drive the police car, follow me."

Under the dim street lights, Gordon lit a cigarette, raised his head and exhaled a puff of smoke, rubbed his hair, and walked towards a nearby block with Naegi and the others.

The way the three of them walked didn't look like policemen without uniforms, but rather like Gotham's underworld thugs and gang bosses.

Especially Gordon, the majesty of the sheriff under the black-framed glasses is more powerful than the pistol on Naegi's waist.

He just glanced and snorted coldly, and the two hooligans on the street who were trying to throw leaves were so scared that their cigarettes dropped to the ground.