Three-stream detection simulator

Hercule is not completely absent from business. The Russian is both a wealthy fan and a client. However, the work he entrusted to Hercule is not suitable for discussion in public, so the two of them work together. It was agreed from the beginning not to make this collaboration public.

When Jason was looking for the headquarters of the League of Assassins, he accidentally came to Dubai and attracted the attention of many people. The client originally considered using special means to 'deal with it' after meeting in person, but it was only after he discovered that Robin was really a child. The somewhat radical plan was put back on track.

He has great trust in Hercule. Even if Jason is added as a variable, he is not worried that the mission will fail, and he does not even care about the progress. When they meet every day, he only chats about household matters and restrains himself to discuss some personal hobbies and behavior with Hercule. They are all extremely normal and polite, and there is no trace of him being a hero who can run a car at home.

Jason watched indifferently for a day, and asked the Russians at tea time the next day when he could leave.

The other party replied expressionlessly: "Sorry, it will have to be after Mr. Hugo completes the commission."

While they were talking, Hercule was sitting in the best-lit area of ​​the living room, flipping through the books in his hands. The winter in the Persian Gulf is not cold, so he only wears a shirt under his coat, which is buttoned very neatly. On top of that is a dark tie that is a little crooked and a rarely used tie on his left eye. gold rimmed monocle.

The glasses have been around Hercule for some time, but the detective is not short-sighted, causing everyone who sees them to ask: "What is it for?"

Hercule would say seriously: "To correct my digital obsessive-compulsive disorder, people have two eyes, and I only have one lens."

This is actually a way to save trouble. The truth is that after the mechanical heart and golden hourglass lost their function, Hercule melted their scraps into spectacle frames and chains, and completely destroyed the rest.

"Does it look like a period?"

At that time, the detective stood next to the red-hot furnace and said to Iron Man, "No matter how long the story is, there is only one point left at the end."

Tony asked without understanding: "Really or not, are you still a little bit reluctant to leave the Wenwen Universe?"

Hercule said briefly but unseriously: "Of course, a part of me died for it."

Then, as the owner of the props, he took away the golden remnants and turned them into a monocle that was easy to carry around. One winter later, Hercule and Hibida lived in a deep mountain forest covered with heavy snow for some reason. The old house built in the 1960s had drafts everywhere and had to rely on a fireplace for heating.

At night, he accidentally fell asleep next to the only heated fireplace. In his dream, he suddenly heard the crisp sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was slumped on the sofa, and his right hand was hanging down because he could not feel the pain. He was about to reach into the fire, and the hair on Xibida's back, lying in front of the fireplace, was scorched.

What woke him up was the lens that had somehow fallen out of his coat pocket.

From that day Hercule never placed it anywhere else.

On the other hand, it is worth mentioning that this thing has a significant temperament bonus. Even if Hercule lived a slovenly life for a few days, he would look like an informal scholar with his glasses tucked into his eye sockets.

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Jason had long realized that although the detective was usually very poor, he would not be out of place even if he appeared in extravagant occasions that ordinary people had never been exposed to in their lives. It was as if to him the park was covered with a layer of dust and leaves. The bench is no different from the high-end sofa in the villa.

Maybe guys with developed brains are less materialistic than other people who are dragging heavy bodies.

Jason thought to himself after hearing some of Hercule's past from Batman.

At this time, Hercule said without raising his head: "Don't worry about when and how to go back, Robin, Batman will come to pick you up."

When Jason heard this, he looked at the Russian, who looked silent as usual, as if it was normal for the superheroes from Zhenglian to come to his door.

Another afternoon passed, and Hercule's work made some progress. He responsibly did not plan to arrange some relaxing activities until then, and the client promptly handed over a list of some high-end restaurants worth trying.

"I heard that you are interested in gourmet food, so I'm sorting out the places that I found pretty good when I vacationed nearby over the years." He shrugged, and unintentionally his accent moved closer to Russian again, with obvious plosives and loudspeakers. Tongue Sound, "If you're not interested in any of them, let's go to the beach."

Jason had to admit that some people who had been in high positions for a long time could look charming when they took the initiative to lower themselves to make friends. The evening was very pleasant, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves so much that it was as if the previous conflicts had never happened.

When the meal was about to end, Russia picked up his napkin and nodded his lips ceremonially, making a gesture of speaking. After attracting the attention of the other two people, mainly Hercule, he said solemnly:

"Mr. Hercule Hugo, to be honest, I have admired you for a long time. It is indeed a worthwhile trip to the UAE to see you."

Hercule smiled but did not respond.

The client continued: "I'm wondering if we have a chance to establish a relatively stable long-term cooperative relationship? The American society where vigilantes and super villains are rampant is actually not suitable for a materialist like you..."

Before he finished speaking, a fierce explosion sounded above their heads. The boy wearing a red, yellow and green uniform with the letter 'R' engraved on his chest fell down with the debris from the roof, hitting Li Hull hard. In an open-air garden a few meters away from Kerry, several mercenary killers who had fought against Jason, dressed in super-reverse styles, were fighting with the boy.

The Russian glanced at the battlefield, frowned and looked at Jason and questioned: "The second Robin?"

Jason clarified for Batman: "I don't know him."

"Whether you know him or not, he should be here for you."

"you……"

Seeing that the two people were about to quarrel, they went over what happened in their minds. Hercule, who already had a rough idea, interrupted: "Wait a minute, I have seen him. Maybe you two have heard that I followed him six months ago. The reason why the Assassin League left?"

After he finished speaking, everyone at the table was stunned at the same time.

Jason: "Huh?? Aren't you doing it for-" me?

Fortunately, the young man reacted quickly. In the premonition of social death, he forcibly swallowed the last few words.

But the Russian didn't care so much. He maintained a dazed expression, pointed at Jason and asked, "Isn't it for this Robin?"

Grass!

Jason wanted to jump up and break his fingers.

Hercule raised his eyebrows, looked around the door between them, and asked first, "Excuse me, who spread this news?"

After asking, he shook his head again and said to himself: "The answer is not important. No wonder, that's the case. I thought Batman really knew everything."

It took a long time for Robin to locate him first and then find him!

You know, Hercule had been thinking for a long time about where he had exposed the flaw that made these people come to his door one after another...

Jason looked at him blankly.

What does it have to do with Batman?

Hercule understood a little, but did not intend to analyze the misunderstanding now, so as not to hurt the immature mind of a minor. In addition, he had not yet figured out the purpose of Damian's hurried over from the parallel universe, so he comforted him first. Jason said: "Part of it is indeed for you. Wait a minute, we will talk about it later."

He deliberately turned the atmosphere in a serious direction, and the remaining two people no longer struggled with which Robin it was. Jason had an idea at this moment and remembered the excuse Nightwing used when going to Blüdhaven. He approached Hercule and asked in a low voice: "He is..."

The Russian at the table perked up his ears.

Jason kept talking: "Starfish Second Generation?"

Another kid who calls Bruce Wayne daddy?

Russian: "...?"

Hercule understood and corrected him strictly: "According to the time gate, the person in front of us is the Starfish Generation, and the one you have seen is the Second Generation."

"Oh, I understand." Jason touched his chin, "Then I'll go say hello to the Starfish Generation."

As soon as he stood up, before he could move, Starfish Generation threw the knife over and stuck it squarely in the center of their table. The owner of the blade followed shortly after and did a very beautiful front flip with one hand on the ground, crossing the dining table. while holding the handle of the knife and pulling it away.

The next moment, the boy pressed the tip of the knife against the Russian's vest and asked sternly: "Who do you work for?"

Wow.

Jason sat back down. The Russian stared at him with wide pale eyes and said coldly: "Of course I do it for myself."

"Lies!" The first generation Starfish said in a very fierce tone. They had completely different styles from the second generation. Jason thought to himself that it seems that the two brothers did not inherit the same side of their father. "You don't have the same number of people on the 'Burj Khalifa'. It wasn't arranged by you. They were ordered by others and they didn't even know their mission. If someone wanted to send your men to death, you would agree? "

To put it simply, Damian discovered a small group of sneaky combatants placed by the Russians on a high tower in Dubai before arriving. He paid a casual attention when passing by and found many doubtful points, such as:

The group took orders from an unknown third party.

They didn't know what to do until they received the order.

Their real boss, the Russian, recently hosted a big shot from Gotham City.

…

With so many coincidences stacked together, it’s hard not to make Damian think in the direction of the Joker. Of course, Hercule is also a big shot, but firstly, Damian doesn’t know that he is in Dubai, and secondly, in his eyes, Hercule Hugo has nothing to do with Gothamites! !

Bart Allen himself said that the detective came from the original Earth! Damian acquiesces that he is from the original Earth!

——Every detail is fatal.

The Russian glanced at Hercule calmly.

Of course those people were not arranged by him.

Because he outsourced them all in a low-key manner!

Isn't that the purpose of hiring a detective? Although he is a fan of Hercule, he is not a fool who spends money in vain. Besides, people will not accept the money given to Hercule. The New Yorker tried it!

As the conversation progressed and unfolded, each of the four people sitting here in the restaurant, except for Hercule, couldn't help but think about it, watching the remaining people silently making various permutations and combinations:

What is the relationship between A and B, and what is the relationship between B and C...

Hercule, who guessed most of the truth, interrupted this meaningless behavior: "Excuse me, Robin, I'm calling you."

He nodded to Damian and continued: "The people in the Burj Khalifa obey my orders."

It was just that the commission was carried out in the most secretive way, and even the Russians' men didn't know Hercule's identity.

The white patch on the boy's domino mask widened slightly.

"But I'm curious about who you think I am." Hercule said slowly, "I'm going to make a bold guess and then carefully verify it... Could it be the Joker?"

Damian's knife tip subconsciously tilted and pointed at the calm-looking detective.

And at this moment, the thought that came to Jason's mind was: Who is the Joker?

If he said his thoughts, it would be absurd and a little ridiculous in the eyes of the visitors from the parallel universe. However, as if the current scene was not chaotic enough, there was another loud "boom" on the ceiling!

Batman pulled the grappling hook with one hand and jumped down from the hovering Batplane to block Jason... and Hercule who was also sitting there.

"Put down your knife."

He said to Damian defensively.