Three-stream detection simulator

At this moment, Hercule believed that James Gordon and Harvey Dent must have strong hearts, and they were trained by their teammates.

"So you are here, long time no see."

He calmed down and pretended that he was not startled:

"You should have heard what Mr. Oliver Putnam said next door. I plan to go downstairs to talk to the building manager. Do you want to come up or should we split up and you go to investigate Marshall's room 10B?"

"I've been there." Batman replied, "There is no one in his room, and no express packages or related items were found."

Batman's efficiency is terrifying, and his quality in all aspects is obviously far superior to that of ordinary people. Hercule couldn't help but feel a little curious about the ecology of superheroes:

"I heard someone talking about Iron Man and Superman in Metropolis on the way here. Do you know them or other places..." He hesitated between the two words vigilante and superhero, and chose the latter for friendly purposes, "Superhero?"

His topic started a little abruptly.

Batman calmly made a detour: "I thought only teenagers who are keen on adventure stories would be interested in such topics."

"Have you been in contact with teenagers recently?"

"I didn't say that. If you have any questions, you can ask directly."

"Okay, thank you." Hercule immediately followed suit, "Excuse me, are you a pure human? What about the teenagers you have been in contact with?"

"..."

Seeing that his teammates did not answer, the detective reminded them in a gentlemanly and non-aggressive tone: "Mr. Batman?"

"I am a human. I have not been in contact with teenagers." The Dark Knight answered in his non-human voice, "This is the answer you want-are you a racist?"

Hercule looks He waved his hand nonchalantly: "You misunderstood, I just asked casually. Besides, it's not only teenagers who read adventure stories, my inspiration can also include this."

Batman felt that he couldn't sit still and wait: "Adventure stories and the metal heart in your suitcase don't seem to be in the same category."

"I guess you are hinting that I should show you my collection." Hercule glanced at him and took the initiative to unlock the combination lock of the suitcase, "You are in contact with Commissioner Gordon and Attorney Dent so frequently, can they give me a special certificate so that I won't be stopped every time I go through security."

Batman: "...Actually, you'd better buy a car."

Hercule: Fists hardened.

He sighed, "It's not a question of whether I want to or not. Let's skip this topic, Mr. Batman. I let you see my collection. In exchange, can you satisfy my curiosity? You superheroes-"

"I don't think I can be considered a hero."

"Of course, you can define yourself. In our subsequent conversation, I am used to using "superhero" to refer to you and a group of people like you." Hercule did not refute him, but nodded, "I think we can find common ground while reserving differences on conceptual issues. Where was I just now? Oh, do you superheroes have your own organization?"

Batman now believes that Hercule has really read a lot of youth adventure novels:

"No, I work alone. I haven't seen the one in Metropolis. If you are asking about Iron Man, maybe someone will want to recruit him."

As he spoke, he walked over and half-knelt in front of the suitcase, observing the mechanical heart stacked together with the coat. After the 24-hour cooling period, the mechanical heart's energy was restored. At this moment, it was gently beating like when it first came into Hercule's hands, like a living thing breathing. Batman thought it had a kind of magical beauty, which was both ingenious and worthy of admiration, and realistic and disgusting.

"Is this your collection?" He emphasized on the word "collection", "Can it be touched?"

To be honest, Hercule was not sure whether others could use the special effects of the game reward souvenirs. When he first started the Mechanical Heart, he just held it and had the thought of "I want to use it" in his mind. There was no physical binding and no text description in the process. The right of interpretation belongs to the system, and the player is also confused.

He thought for a moment and said seriously, "I don't recommend you touch it."

Batman's half-squat on the ground looked more solemn: "Why?"

Hercules said selectively: "I haven't let anyone touch it. You need to be prepared to bear some negative effects."

Hearing him say this, Batman decided to take risks, lest one day this heart accidentally hurts innocent people (including Hercules himself) and he knows nothing about it: "The side effects rely on contact to take effect? ​​Can I pick it up? I will bear the consequences myself."

Hercules also wanted to know the answer. Since Batman said so, he simply went with the flow: "Okay, if something goes wrong, I will try my best to save you."

"..."

If it weren't for the fact that after Shania Fortanmore's case, he felt that Hercules' character was acceptable, Batman would suspect that the detective was intentional.

He held his breath and carefully took the mechanical heart in his hand.

One second passed, five seconds passed, ten seconds passed.

Batman: "Just hold it? Does it have a switch?"

Hercule pondered and said: "...I don't think it has any effect on you."

I just don't know if Batman's inspiration is too low, so it's equivalent to no effect, or if the Mechanical Heart has been bound to the player.

Batman put the silver heart back into the suitcase with doubts: "What is it for?"

"I said this is my source of inspiration." Hercule closed the suitcase. "Look, people who do my kind of work..."

"Actually, I can be considered half a detective. I can tell that there is a Broadway director living next door to you." Batman said with a straight face. He handed over a notebook, "This is the diary I found in Marshall's room."

"Excuse me, I mean a detective like me."

Hercule immediately apologized without any guilt and looked through the diary in his hand.

As we all know, serious people don’t keep diaries. The manuscript in his hand is indeed very irregular. The first few pages are full of curses and scribblings. Key information is included in it. It should be related to gang transactions, accompanied by a lot of industry slang. .

He quickly flipped through the pages and found that most of them could be ignored. There were only two points worth noting:

One is that Marshall moved to New York in early March.

During the first two days after arriving on the East Coast, the diary was filled with complaints about the lingering smell of marijuana on the streets of New York. The handwriting was very frantic, indicating that the recorder was mentally unstable. He did not take public transportation like Hercule, but drove all the way from Arizona to New York. It took more than thirty hours of driving without sleep, so Marshall did not update his diary for two days.

But what made him choose this way to cross half of the United States?

A page of the diary was deliberately torn out in the middle. Looking at the context, it should be five months ago, that is, a day in February. However, the author may have lost control of his emotions and his strokes were so heavy that he left deep marks and scattered dots of ink on the next page. Even after all this time, Hercule could still barely make out the clearest paragraph:

"...I will die today in July, at the same time at two o'clock in the afternoon..."

The letters twisted and tangled together like earthworms, showing Marshall's inner panic and despair.

After reading this, Hercule was almost infected by the emotions between the lines.

Batman spoke at the right time: "The previous entry was on February 16th, and the next entry was on February 19th. This line could have been written on any day in between."

Today is July 17, and it is already past 14:00. If the content in the diary is true, if you are unlucky, Marshall may be dead.

What Hercule lacks most is luck. He doesn't know if teaming up with Batman can improve his panel attributes.

On the other hand - "How could Marshall predict when he would die? It says 2 p.m., is it the time in Phoenix, the capital of Arizona, or the time in New York on the East Coast?"

"These are indeed two problems to be solved. Unless he is a madman, otherwise we have to consider unnatural factors." Batman replied, "The most important thing now is to find where he is. How much do you know about Marshall?"

Hercule lowered his head to study the diary, doing two things: "I know nothing, please tell me."

"He is a researcher at the Stark Group's Arizona branch, and he also secretly works for arms dealers smuggled into Mexico. However, Marshall is not strictly a member of the Black State, he is just asked to help inspect the goods. He has a good family background, Marshall graduated from Arizona State University five years ago but loves gambling. He met the owner of the largest mining company in Phoenix at the gambling table and met the smuggler through him. Since then, he has used his professional knowledge to help with arms. Businessmen do the audit work.”

So it’s no wonder that Marshall not only mentioned various gang transactions in the diary in a subtle way, but also had a disdainful attitude towards the chaos on the streets of New York.

Batman said: "I can only find information about when he was in Phoenix, and all the billing records are from five months ago."

Hercule continued: "Five months ago, he learned the date of his death through some means. In panic, he sold his property, gave up his old job and identity, and fled to New York, a city on the other side of the United States, incognito."

"That's what it looks like. He may think it's a threat, or maybe he's just simply scared... In any case, even after coming to New York, he rarely communicates with people. He's not as low-key as a young man who has accumulated millions of dollars. Promising millionaire.”

After Batman finished speaking, he looked at Hercule.

Hercule hadn't rested yet, so he pulled himself out of the soft sofa with a bit of sadness: "I still need to ask the building manager. According to my director neighbor, there are usually a lot of activities in this apartment. Yes, the administrator must know the residents well.”

"What happened to your leg?" Batman stopped him.

"I guess I didn't pay attention in the past..." Hercule said, but it is impossible to develop good gaming habits, even in this life. Cross-level challenges are obviously the essence of the open world. He will still do it next time. Dare to commit suicide, "It's an old habit, don't worry about it."

In the end, the detective went downstairs alone to inquire. Batman refused to change his uniform and simply stayed in the room to guard Hercule's box, mainly the mechanical heart inside.

When I walked to the elevator, I passed the neighbor's door that was wide open. Oliver Putnam was still sitting on the sofa, listening to the radio and writing and drawing in the newspaper. Hercule was still frightened by his enthusiasm, and was thinking about tiptoeing across the threshold when a fire alarm suddenly sounded in the corridor. Alarm sirens.