Officer Gordon's efficiency was beyond imagination!
While Gwen took Little Meow out for a late-night snack, by the time they came back his car was already parked right next to the corpse.
The moment he saw Gwen, Officer Gordon's first reaction was to draw his gun and aim. "GCPD! Hands on your head!"
Gwen looked down at the codfish burger in her left hand and the ice-cold cola in her right, then gave Gordon an innocent look.
"I'm the one who reported the crime!"
"Take the mask off first!"
"I don't have any free hands!"
"I'll help you!"
Officer Gordon put away his gun and walked over. Gwen spun around and kicked him flying with a spinning kick.
Gordon crawled up from the ground in a sorry state and reached for his gun, but found nothing.
His gun was stuck to the ground with webbing.
Gwen kindly comforted him, "If you calm down and do some real police work, I'll buy you a burger!"
Officer Gordon looked serious on the surface but was actually very straightforward. Grimacing and holding his waist, he stood up, took the codfish burger from Gwen's hand, and pointed at the body on the ground. "Did you see what happened?"
Gwen pushed Little Meow forward. "She's the eyewitness. I'm just a passerby eating a burger."
Little Meow quickly recounted what she had seen. She and a few older kids had been warming themselves by a fire when a van pulled up. A man and a woman got out, claiming to be staff from the mayor's "Care for the Homeless" program. The man was called Doug, the woman Patty. They brought a basket of sandwiches. While the kids were picking food, the woman pulled out a long needle and stabbed everyone in the back of the neck. The children quickly collapsed unconscious. The old veteran rushed forward to fight them. Little Meow, who had stayed alert, turned and ran. The two never even saw her.
Then came the gunshot.
This kid really was as alert as a wild cat.
Gwen pulled another burger out of the brown paper bag and ate while listening to the story. Officer Gordon's gaze toward her became strange.
"I have one question—how do you eat a burger without taking off the mask?"
"Is that really the first question a police officer should be asking right now?"
"You interrupted my train of thought!"
"Who told you to stare at me!"
Officer Gordon pinched his own face and shrugged. "Fine. I've got the general picture. I need to go back to the station to check some files. Give me back my gun!"
Gwen sucked the ice-cold cola dry in one go and spread her hands. "Pick it up yourself!"
Gordon bent down to retrieve his gun. The webbing was extremely sticky, so he struggled for a long time before finally yanking it free. When he looked up, both the white spider and the golden wildcat had disappeared without a sound.
"Shit…"
There was nothing technically complicated about this case. The key clue was the fast-acting sedative the woman had used. That kind of drug wasn't common on the market and had no real demand. As long as they followed the pharmaceutical companies, they would get results quickly.
If the police were willing to investigate, that is.
The next morning, the TV news was completely calm. There was no related report at all.
That was understandable. It wasn't some eye-catching serial killer case. Who cared about the life or death of kids on the street?
The young master didn't want to go to school. He still wasn't mentally prepared. Kids often had this strange mindset—after something bad happened at home, they didn't dare go to school, afraid their classmates would whisper and point behind their backs.
"I think Gwen teaches me really well!" the young master told Alfred.
That was the truth. Gwen was worth every penny of her salary.
But that couldn't be the reason for him to skip school.
Gwen finished the egg and ham sandwich in one bite, turned to the young master and said, "I have a party tomorrow. Want to come with me?"
"You have a what?"
The young master's expression was priceless.
It seemed in his heart, Gwen was the big sister who had fallen from the sky just for him.
That kind of mindset isn't healthy, Master Bruce. If you keep having this illusion, you'll turn into a fat otaku sooner or later.
"I mean I have a solo concert. I'm inviting you to come. Is that okay?"
"You have a solo concert?" The young master was stunned. "Are you performing opera? Or a piano solo?"
"No, no, no. Those are too traditional. I prefer trendy, fashionable stuff." Gwen spread her hands. "How about it? I'll take you and say you're my cousin!"
The young master's heart skipped a beat.
But out of caution or some other feeling, he still subconsciously looked at the old butler.
"I think it's a good idea."
The old butler raised both hands and feet in approval. "Master Bruce, you've stayed home for a very long time. You should go out, get some fresh air."
"Alright, Gwen." The young master nodded. "What should I wear?"
"Hawaiian shorts."
"What?"
"I mean just wear what you usually wear. This isn't a formal event. Relax, Bruce. We're just going out to have fun."
After settling things with the young master, Gwen took a cab to Gotham High and finalized the venue with Miss Monroe.
Miss Monroe really had deep connections. She actually went through the school board, bypassed the principal, and directly booked the school gymnasium. Nearly five hundred tickets had already been sold, meaning almost two-thirds of the entire school would come to support.
"Don't say I didn't warn you. You can't hold a concert with just one song."
"I'm not a kindergarten rookie, Pamela." Gwen slapped a stack of sheet music in front of Miss Monroe. "Have your band girls start practicing. I'll stay here for the next two days to rehearse with them. That should be enough time."
Miss Monroe narrowed her eyes. "Watch your tone, Miss Gwen. I'm not your servant."
"Of course you're not. You're the Queen of Gotham High! And I'm just a passerby. Don't mind these insignificant details."
Gwen reached out, lifted Miss Monroe's chin, leaned close to her face, and stared into her eyes until her face flushed and her gaze became dazed and she couldn't help but look away. Only then did Gwen smile with perfect control. "I know the jealousy in your heart is slowly fermenting. Someone is whispering in your ear, trying to make you see me as a new threat."
A flash of panic crossed Miss Monroe's eyes. She stubbornly lifted her neck and said, "I'm not that shallow!"
"Of course you're not. Otherwise why would I only contact you directly?" Gwen moved behind Miss Monroe, wrapped her arms around her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "You're different—high-class, noble, beautiful, elegant… Those idiots only notice your looks, but I can see the wisdom deep inside you. Don't care about those ordinary people's ridiculous talk, Pamela. Your heart is already mature. You need to learn to think calmly like an adult."
Miss Monroe tilted her neck, proud as a swan.
Favorability shot up. Coaxing idiots was really effortless.