17. Gotham: Chaos
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Gordon felt his heart pounding. Leading a new recruit always seemed to involve a choice: either stop the rookie before he caused trouble, or clean up after him. To ensure the Gotham Police Department would have talented personnel available after his passing, Gordon patiently conducted safety education, citing countless bloody incidents from his predecessors to warn Mark not to talk to suspects—a truly elevated version of the dangers of not talking to strangers.
"He's just an ordinary prisoner now. When you meet a criminal from Arkham, you must remember what Commissioner Gordon said." The detective traveling with Gordon in the car added expressionlessly, "I don't want to see my colleague fall in love the next day and announce that he wants to live another wonderful life just because he said a few words to a madman from Arkham." That would make the Gotham Police Department's already precarious reputation plummet into negative territory.
"So focus on what you should do, Detective Mark," Gordon concluded. "You still have a long way to go. Don't forget your responsibilities as a detective."
"I think your commander has a point." Aria spread her handcuffed hands and shrugged slightly. "I'm sorry we can't continue this conversation."
"Maybe next time we meet, if I'm not involved in a lawsuit, I can ask you to try the coffee beans I grow myself, the kind that's all natural and pollution-free." The guard in charge of driving the car parked the car into the police station and motioned for Aria to get out. Before leaving, the farmer did not forget to promote his product: "Believe me, it tastes very good. Old men and women can walk briskly after drinking it." After all, it is a speed-boosting gift that everyone except children likes.
Mark didn't dare to speak. He turned around to see what his superior was doing. After confirming that Gordon's attention was not here for the time being, he gave the farmer a faint smile.
That's the cute thing about newcomers.
…
Aria didn't have much impression of the police station. Firstly, the population structure of Stardew Valley was quite simple, so there was no need to set up a police station. Secondly, if a police station was really set up, the farmer would inevitably be imprisoned three times a week on average for stealing the mayor's golden statue and purple shorts, and would spend a very miserable life in prison.
So, when she entered the GCPD and saw the chaos inside, her jaw nearly dropped—it was worthy of a big city police department! Even the police dogs were numerous. There were over twenty of them, all in all. Not only did a majestic Doberman stand at the call desk, but a few poodles lay around the water dispenser, their tails wagging without restraint. Even small dogs like Chihuahuas were put to good use, granted police dog status—but their communication method was a bit problematic. The officers who spoke with them covered their ears. This should be improved.
Further away, a detective was playing with a white dog. A beagle next to him seemed to like his own kind more than the police officer, and whined to the sky to cheer him on.
"Give me back the donuts I bought you, you little bastard."
The man cursed, his broad body wrapped in a police uniform dripping with sweat, his collar stained dark. The dog tried to run away, dragging the donuts he'd bought with it. Davis decisively stopped it, but it ended up in a chase. Every time he was sure he had the bastard under him and bent down like a net, the dog would twist and scurry away from him.
After repeating this several times, Davis was almost exhausted, but the dog was full of energy and looked in great shape.
Stay calm, stay calm, anything can happen in Gotham.
Seeing that his detective was clearly at a disadvantage in the fight with the dog, Gordon decided not to remain calm.
"Davis!" The angry voice finally brought the detective back to his senses. "You fought with a dog in the police station?" Has Gotham's security been so good recently? He didn't think so.
"Did you hear me? This is the Gotham Police Department. You're stealing their food! A smart dog should know what it can and can't do." Davis finally caught the savior and severely reprimanded the white dog. The reprimanded dog drooped its tail and shook it twice, but still refused to let go.
Suddenly, the dog's eyes lit up, and its round nose sniffed the air as it rushed straight towards Aria!
Gordon thought it was going to attack people, so he stepped in front of Aria, but the dog showed amazing agility, dodging Gordon's block just like it had dodged Davis, and fell into her arms.
The farm owner was dumbfounded. Seeing the complicated looks from Davis and Gordon, she felt like she was about to be blamed: "I don't know it!"
A row of small boxes suddenly appeared in the field of vision.
Say hello to ???, progress: 2/4
The farmer has been honest.
Faced with the two detectives' obvious disbelief, the farmer sighed and took out the few dollars left in his account: "Forget it, I'll buy you a new donut as compensation."
Davis hummed softly and reluctantly accepted the compensation. The big white dog circled around Aria, looking particularly close to her.
While it was a joy to have a dog close to me, the feeling of being called in after getting into trouble was anything but pleasant. Aria poked its nose and said, feigning angrily, "Do you know that I'll have to work on my farm for decades to pay off these few dollars?"
Gordon took a deep breath, hoping to draw some hope from the thin air of the police station to deal with this mess. "So what happened?"
While there were plenty of police officers who, relying on their seniority to outdo him, pulled themselves together in this strange, chaotic moment. A young, freckled detective struggled through the swarm of dogs filling the hallway and reported to Gordon, "Sir, sir, this is what's going on. We stopped a suspicious truck today and want the gentleman to come with us. But, the back of his truck is full of dogs."
"We tried to drive these dogs away, but they refused to leave, so we had no choice but to bring them all back..." The detective rubbed his hands, unable to hide his nervousness. "You know, letting such a group of dogs into Gotham might hurt the citizens..."
Gordon pinched his nose and sighed to indicate that he understood.
"Find a few more people to take these dogs in and put them in the yard—there's still room in the yard." Gordon lit a cigarette and pointed at Aria with the spark: "Send Renee over here. This is the case she's following."
"You let her answer it anyway?" the detective replied, unable to resist teasing, "I thought you never backed down."
Another detective hurried in from the temporary holding area, but she didn't appear to be the Renee Montoya they'd been discussing. She glanced around, searching for something, then, unable to find anything, whispered to her colleagues, "That Douglas guy... seems to be having low blood sugar. Do you have anything to eat?"
So Xiaobai is looking for food for its owner?
Aria suddenly realized and waved to the new face in her handcuffs, "Hi?"
After successfully attracting the attention of several people, she pointed at Xiaobai and said, "I think this might have been its original meaning—although the means were certainly not entirely justified."
"Just let it go with you." The farmer gently stroked Xiaobai's back with his limited hand, trying to make it relax. "It looks really worried."
…
"I'm not his master, and we're not family," Douglas said, slowly finishing his donut, the color returning to his face. He had disabled legs, and with prosthetic limbs, he could barely walk a few steps. Therefore, the police were a little kinder to him than others, and provided him with some convenience. "He's a friend of mine. I'm glad he's found his master and returned to his real family."
The white dog lying beside him wagged its tail. Douglas understood what it meant and said softly, "I'm sorry, he means he found someone the owner knows."
"So if that lady wants to leave here, let him leave with her."
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