Three-stream detection simulator

This is a single luxurious ward in the Arkham Sanatorium.

Looking at the history and future of the asylum, Arkham has not yet become a tourist destination for super villains like it will be a few years later... ugh, it has become the spiritual home of super villains.

The main function of the hospital is a rehabilitation institution for mentally ill criminals, and the patients admitted are not only from Gotham, but also from Washington, New York, Metropolis, etc.

But compared with them, Hercule is more like a vacation.

The place where he lives is several times larger than the prison where the Riddler was imprisoned last time. It is fully equipped with daily necessities and is very well organized. Everything is placed where they should be and will never suddenly appear to annoy people.

He also has a TV, a computer, and free wireless network. The hospital provides three meals a day, water, electricity, and gas. In addition, Hercule can use the phone in the room to contact the staff for anything he needs and ask them to help arrange it.

What's the difference between this and a hotel suite!

Hercule decided to stay in the hospital for a few more days with satisfaction and inspect the meals of the criminals.

Batman didn't have his leisure and elegance, and he had to deal with the mess left by Harvey. The reason why the Irish Black State approached Harvey was to ask the prosecutor to place the unprocessed entropy reversal weapon in the core of the city where it was difficult for outsiders to get close, so that it would cause a sensation after the explosion.

After a psychological struggle, Harvey chose to cooperate with the Black State, and both sides got what they needed.

Batman is like a brick in the city, and it can be moved wherever it is needed.

The hardworking superhero went to defuse the bomb, and Hercule spent another morning to have his wound treated by professionals, and then sat in the ward to study the special coat repair fluid rewarded by the system.

The city painted on the spray can looked familiar, it should be the novice village paradise.

The woman standing in front of the city reminded Hercule of the game plot animation he had seen a long time ago. At that time, there was also a ragged woman sitting opposite the building eaten by flames, holding a guitar and singing softly. Hercule passed by her, and the game slowly opened. The empty and dilapidated streets, the setting sun, and the lead-gray steel and iron frame formed the player's first impression.

Hercule couldn't remember his mood at the time. He only remembered that under his control, the back of the detective who was slowly moving along the zebra crossing seemed a little empty, just like the morning when he just crossed to the door of Wayne Manor.

Could this woman be the paradise on earth? Or is the city never confined to any specific image? The wind blowing through the building, the birds flying by, the wanderers on the road, and the office workers in suits and leather shoes are all its incarnations, its light and shadow?

Hercule has no interest in supernatural settings. He is not the kind of person who is keen on theoretical research and innovation, otherwise he would have followed Stark's footsteps and devoted himself to science.

How do cities communicate with people? Are they alive or dead? Is the protection provided by the paradise on earth magic?

Hercule doesn't care about these questions.

What he wants to know is:

Why does the paradise on earth protect him?

How does the coat repair fluid work?

After it takes effect, will it have an impact on the protection buff of the Novice Village?

System rewards have always been very reliable. Although their sources are suspicious, the identities of the manufacturers seem to be traceable. The technology of the mechanical heart belongs to Stark, the soul of the mutant Apocalypse resides in the pipe, and the cosmic translator uses the Krypton legacy...

Therefore, although Hercule doubted the main task, he was not too worried about other aspects of the system. This is also related to its usual quietness.

After careful study for a while, he decided to give the repair fluid a try.

He turned the coat to the hem where it was burned by the explosion, picked up the spray can and aimed.

With a "hiss", a ball of colorful foam covered the surface of the coat. Half a minute later, the foam dissipated, and the damage marks on the wool material faded a lot visibly with the naked eye.

A bit magical.

Hercule reached out and twisted the place where the foam disappeared, and felt that it felt very dry and did not look like it had been washed at all.

This repair method is too stupid!

He still hesitated, and picked up the spray can again, but not at the coat, but at his palm.

‘Sizzle——’

The rainbow-like bubbles squeezed into a ball, looking quite dreamy. Unfortunately, after more than ten seconds, they disappeared without a trace again. Hercule opened and closed his palms, but did not feel any difference.

Is it ineffective against humans?

After thinking for a moment, he made a risky move: he aimed the spray can at the wound that had just been medicated.

However, the scene after spraying was still the same as the previous times.

Hercule tried to spray a little bit again, on the wall, the gap on the leaves of the succulent plants on the windowsill, and a passing fly, but there was no special effect.

Then he woke up Xibida who was dozing in the quilt, and after asking for its opinion, he sprayed the spray on the cat's tail, and it was still the same.

It's a pity that his body was taken away by Batman, otherwise he could try again at this moment. But Hercule had a hunch that the spray can was really not for these things.

It was just an ordinary coat repair fluid, and the only thing it could do was to repair the coat.

So ten minutes later, Hercule used half a can of liquid to spray all the damaged parts of the coat. Now it looked brand new. Although the style was not new enough and it was obvious that it had been worn for a long time, at least it was cleaned up and even the raw edges were smoothed down.

After finishing these things, he felt sleepy. I don’t know if it was because he didn’t rest last night, or because the doctor’s painkillers had a sleeping effect.

Hercule didn’t fight his body. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed and soon lost consciousness.

Then he had a strange dream.

In the dream, he had two perspectives at the same time. He was the manipulator in charge of the overall situation, and he was also the game character ‘Hercule Hugo’ in “Third-rate Detective Simulator”.

The sky was constantly sprinkled with raindrops, and the scene in the distance was blurred. He was soaked in water, standing on a huge garbage mountain several meters high, with a machine next to him performing classified recycling. He only felt cold and hungry, but a very strange sense of novelty lingered in his heart.

It was a bit like the player’s feelings and the body overlapped.

He tried to slide down from the garbage mountain with some effort. He was cautious at first, but then he gradually became impatient and simply jumped to the ground. There was an ominous crisp sound from his right knee.

But in the dream, there was no health bar anyway, so he didn’t care.

The disheveled detective searched the garbage and found a relatively clean coat to put on. The familiar warmth flowed to his limbs, he stood up straight, looked around, and was a little confused.

Hercule had no recollection of playing this plot.

The detective in the dream looked a little more immature than when the game started.

This did not refer to his age. From the appearance, there was not much difference between Hercule in and out of the dream. What made him think "this is a younger me" was the expression and temperament of the character in the dream - at that time, he seemed to know nothing about the world and lacked the guidance of the game system.

In a simulator without tasks, what exactly should the player control the character to do?

Hercule encountered this difficulty in the dream. He walked around aimlessly, completely ignoring the hunger and fatigue warnings from his body, just wanting to find something called "target".

…

Time in the dream was fast-forwarding, like turning pages of a book. Before Hercule could figure out what was going on, he found himself sitting in an abandoned garden in neat clothes.

The rain filled the pond, and the fallen leaves fluttered. He lay on the bench with his eyes closed, waiting for his body to recover in boredom - in layman's terms, he was sleeping.

The 'character' slept, but the 'player' did not.

It seems that he has a long history with sleeping on the streets and park benches.

The detective at this time was a little more mature than before. At least he had clothes to wear and could find a place to rest. However, his sense of confusion of having nowhere to go and being homeless became stronger. Hercule could feel that sometimes the 'player' would have the idea of ​​letting the 'character' lie here and sleep forever.

- Can a body without a soul dream?

He didn't know.

When the body sent a signal after resting, he controlled it to set off on the journey again. Hercule felt for no reason that he had been to many places, some prosperous and some deserted; he met many people, some good and some bad. But he could never fit in, as if he was a ghost who had not returned to the world for too long.

Until one day, by chance, he saved a bionic man.

In the dream, Hercule remembered that he had never liked the entire group of androids, and was indifferent to their birth and future. But that day, he met a beautiful woman on the street of a small city. She had soft brown hair and emerald eyes.

Her face was not young, but her eyes were powerful, flashing with extremely rich emotions.

But the detective saw the traces of careful design from the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. More importantly, she fell to the ground, half of her body was broken, revealing the metal skeleton inside, and even the liquid flowing from the wound was bright blue.

This was a android who was seriously injured and was very likely to "die" here.

Hercule only took a look at her and walked forward naturally. Several skinny humans hid in the dark, ready to exchange her bones for money after the android was completely scrapped.

The detective noticed all this, but had no intention of intervening. The death of the android can allow several humans who can't survive to get survival supplies. Isn't this a good thing?

But just as he was about to pass by the woman carelessly, she suddenly struggled and reached out to grab his ankle.

"Save me."

She said in a tone that could only be cultivated by being in a high position for many years, and she did not seem weak even in such an occasion, "If you are willing to help, I can give you anything you want."

The player manipulated the character to struggle twice, but failed to break free.

So the detective lowered his head in a somewhat impatient manner, but found that the female android was a little different from the machine he remembered. Her green eyes were filled with a sword-like desire for survival and ambition. Hercule had no doubt that if possible, she would do whatever it took to keep herself alive.

These are human eyes.

He asked politely, "How do you know what I want?"

"Goal, I can give you a goal."

She used her fingers to firmly grasp the detective's ankle, as if it was the ladder leading to the other side called 'alive', "I want to hire you, just like... cough cough."

She vomited a mouthful of blue blood, but a smile appeared on her charming face, "Just like a detective and his employer. Save me, help me solve my enemies who are nowhere to be found, and then I will give you enough rewards."

"I have countless wealth and a status that ordinary people can't imagine. Don't you want to know how I ended up like this?"

"..."

Hercules was indeed curious, but mainly because the word "detective" she said suddenly touched him.

He reached out his hand and pulled the woman up from the ground without any courtesy - the weight of the android was amazing, and a android who was about to return to the factory could afford to be treated rudely - and then said: "Deal, ma'am. What should I call you?"

"Shania Fortanmo."

The android's eyebrows and eyes were so human-like, she was simply a human, but she was wearing a android body. "My last name is my dead husband's, you can call me Shania, detective."