Chapter 8: Fishing in the pool
Chapter 8: Fishing in the pool
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Barbara knew that her father and Dean needed to rest, so she did not go up to disturb them. She waited until night fell again before making dinner before and waking them up.
Knock! Knock!
"Please come in."
Barbara opened the door and saw Dean holding a silver bell. Her eyes lit up: "What a beautiful bell. Is it for a pet?"
Dean put away the comforting bell with a strange expression: "Well, you could say that."
This was something Dean pulled out from the computer. It was a prop for Pokémon in the Pokémon series. Dean was a little disappointed when he saw that it was not a mythical beast egg or a master ball.
[Name: Soothe Bell]
[Type: Other]
[Quality: ★]
[Special effect: The increased intimacy after being carried by a Pokémon is improved. ]
[Description: A bell with a pleasant sound. The Pokémon it carries will be soothed and will become closer to the trainer. ]
The effect was basically the same as the game, but what caught Dean's attention even more was the line of small characters engraved on the bell. It was a complex ancient text, and the system automatically translated it for Dean.
"Please take care of that child and help it find its way."
Looking at the bulge under the quilt, Dean smiled. No wonder the reward was the comforting bell, which was originally prepared for Manaphy. Dean and Manapjy had slept in the same bed, so Manaphy's mood had been soothed. Making this soothing bell seemed a bit redundant.
Dean shook the bell, and the pleasant sound of the bell calmed the irritability in his heart. He didn't have to be impatient for a moment. If he wanted to gain points in Gotham, he could just take it step by step.
Dean held it between his fingers, could it also be effective on humans, or was it because he was a special case. At this time, Barbara knocked on the door and came in to call him to eat. Dean was originally quite uneasy about the sojourn life, but neither Gordon nor Barbara regarded him as an outsider. Soon he became familiar with this warm atmosphere and integrated into it.
After the meal, Dean took the initiative to help clean up the tableware. Gordon was pleased to see this. In the kitchen, Dean moved his hands quickly on the dishes and chopsticks with extremely skillful movements.
Barbara, watching him work, asked curiously, "You're so skilled. Is this from experience?"
Dean smiled. "My family runs a restaurant. I've helped out since I was young." He would go over to help when he was not busy. As time went by, his techniques became natural and neat.
"So your cooking skills must be very good,"
Barbara brushed aside the bangs on her forehead, "Can you teach me how to cook Chinese food? I've always wanted to try it, but it's hard to get started by watching videos."
Barbara complained: "The chefs in the video always use vague quantifiers such as "a handful", "appropriate amount" and "wide oil". It is difficult to control how much seasoning should be put. Every time it is either too salty or too much sweet."
Dean expressed his understanding. His father was the same way. How much should be put depends on the feel of the hand. It took Dean a long time to figure out the dosage.
"Every chef has his own habits. I recommend following your own understanding and feeling."
Barbara is not a beginner to this, that's why he knows that she will be quick on learning it. She held her chin up and said, "According to my understanding, won't this destroy the original flavor?"
Dean spread his hands: "Let me tell you a secret that is not really a secret. Most Chinese food in the United States is not Chinese food, including the ones in Chinatown. If you want to eat real Chinese food, go to China."
Barbara smiled: "Including your family?"
"Yeah, yeah, I almost got into a fight with my dad when I saw the strawberry jam tofu." Strawberry Jam Tofu, a dish created by Dean's father, a variant of Mapo Tofu, looked bright and cheerful, Dean was forced to take a bite, and the pulpy texture was something he would never forget.
"How could you ruin your own business like this? Your father wouldn't be so angry when he found out." Barbara giggled as Gordon walked in.
Pushing her wheelchair out of the kitchen to give the two men plenty of room. "Barbara hasn't smiled so happily for a long time. Thank you, Dean."
Gordon took out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and handed it to Dean, but Dean refused on the grounds that alcohol would affect his judgment. Gordon didn't force it and opened a bottle himself: "Alcohol can relax the tense spirit. I didn't smoke or drink before, but look at me now."
He pointed to the beer full of beer in the refrigerator: "I can't live without this damn alcohol."
After pouring a whole can of beer into his stomach, Gordon seemed a little drunk. "Dean, tomorrow is the first day of your official inauguration. Have you ever thought about what you should do? I can help you arrange for it."
Different from the promotion system in other cities, due to Gotham's special public security environment, Gordon has always been responsible for the job arrangements in the Gotham Police Department, which is nepotism. As long as you gain Gordon's trust, you can be promoted quickly.
The Gotham police may not be trustworthy, and many people don't trust Batman, but everyone believes in James Gordon, he is trustworthy. In order to live up to this trust, Gordon sacrificed not only himself, but also his family.
Facing Gordon's kindness, Dean's answer was: "Patrol Officer, I want to be a patrolman."
Gordon was very surprised because the position Dean asked for was too low. The patrol officer is the lowest position in the entire police structure in the United States. In layman's terms, it is a "patron policeman." Usually only responsible for the order and security of a certain neighborhood and spends most of his time walking around.
But this is Gotham, and the situation is different. Now that super-powered crimes are becoming increasingly rampant, the police patrolling the streets are also quite high-risk among the police. How high is its loss rate?
Let's put it this way: the Gotham Police Department no longer has the position of patrol officer. After all, a lot of control of the neighborhood is not in the hands of the police.
Penguin, Black Mask, Joker, etc., these super villains divide Gotham into several parts, maintaining a fragile balance under the control of the Court of Owls.
Dean suggested: "Didn't the director arrange for me to be with Kevin? I'll start as a patrol officer in the neighborhood where he was born."
"Well...since you have thought about it, I won't say more.".Gordon's expression was subtle. Now there is only one patrol officer, Dean, in Gotham. According to the principle of dividing work, the jurisdiction that can be assigned to Dean, the only patrol officer, will be—— All of Gotham.
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In the white consciousness space, Dean stood between the pool and the computer, wandering uncertainly. His current remaining points are 113, and he can still draw another lottery. The problem is that there are two pools, which one should he draw?
Based on the system's few words, it was not difficult for Dean to see the difference between the two pools. The pool on the right is just one pool. "Fishing" is used as a lottery method.
The items and abilities of the world that are drawn are all random, which is the so-called "mixed pool"..The computer on the left, which is the storage machine used to store Pokémon and items in the Pokémon game, can "directly extract" items under the Pokémon world, which is the "single pool."
Both types of pools have their own advantages and disadvantages. The advantage of the mixed pool is that the upper and lower limits are extremely high. The disadvantages are also the same. It is possible to draw out divine artifacts or just pure garbage.
Although the single pool can only obtain items related to Pokémon, it is more stable in comparison. There are many powerful items in Pokémon, and as long as they are related to mythical beasts, they are all first-class good things.
Coming to the computer, Dean opened the extraction interface. After hesitating for a moment, he typed a line of words on the screen. "Please give me enough power to protect everyone."
The Pokémon computer has all the functions of a normal computer, but it is not connected to the Internet, so Dean cannot send this text to anyone. The mouse moved to the extraction button, Dean hit the Enter key, and there were only thirteen points left on the system panel.
At the same time, a brand new briefcase was delivered to Dean.
[Name: Dewen Corporation case]
[Type: Other]
[Quality:☆]
[Special Effect: Storage]
[Description: After Dewen Company left its own area, its business became increasingly busy. And an employee "accidentally" lost a briefcase containing company items while on a business trip. "Any kind person who picked it up must return it to me!"]
Three seconds of silence for this poor little clerk. A world away, Dean couldn't return it even if he wanted to, but the master would definitely use other things to make up for the loss... right? Dean took the briefcase and weighed it in his hand. It was heavy and there should be a lot of things in it.
"You can only draw one item at a time, so why don't you pack it up and send it over? I'm so smart." Dean rubbed his hands excitedly.
Next comes the exciting time of unpacking.
Dean opened the box, and golden light shone on his face.
"Wow! Golden light!"
He took out one of the things.
[Name: One-time move learning device: "Sword Dance"]
[Type: Other]
[Quality: ★★★]
[Attribute: General]
[Special effect: Increases the user's attack power by 2 levels]
[Description: A disc that allows Pokémon to learn the move "Sword Dance". It disappears after use. ]
According to the calculation formula of Pokémon, each level represents a 50% increase in attributes, with a maximum increase of 6 levels, which is 300%.
One sword dance increases the level by 2. After using the sword dance three times, the attack power will be increased to 4 times the original. A simple and unpretentious super model, worthy of the 3-star quality.
Dean stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips: "Manaphy can communicate with me, and the Soothing Bell also works on me, so this move learner should..."
Dean held the disc in his hand and recited it silently. The disc disappeared instantly, and a huge flow of information poured into Manaphy's consciousness like a waterfall. In the dark room, Manaphy frowned while sleeping. It dreamed that it was locked in a glass jar again and lived a miserable life of being pricked by needles every day.
At this time, Dean, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. Manaphy, who was sleeping next to him, unconsciously leaned toward Dean. It seemed to feel the same kind of breath, and its brows gradually relaxed."