Three-stream detection simulator

"You now..."

Before Batman finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. It was neighbor Oliver Putnam who thought the detective had encountered a thug:

"Hercule? I just heard strange noises coming from your side. Are you okay? If someone breaks into the house and commits murder, I'm here to warn him. Call the police at any time. The nearest police car will be there within five minutes. I advise you not to be stubborn and stay on the wrong path until the end!”

After hearing this, Hercule suppressed his discomfort and turned to look at his teammates: "Which one of us, do you think, is more suitable to open the door and explain?"

Late at night, the two temporary team members who lived in Bruce Wayne's room looked at each other.

Hercule said weakly but resolutely: "I don't think I'm quite up to the task."

Batman: "..."

Whose problem is this?

"Wait a minute," Hercule raised his hand and made a pause gesture, carefully felt the physical condition, then sat on the carpet and put the mechanical heart back into the suitcase, then closed the suitcase, and then calmed down. He said hurriedly, "I have to go to the bathroom."

"..."

He supported the wall and rushed towards the pool in three steps and two steps. Batman listened to the loud retching and flushing sounds coming from the next door, and finally determined that he had to fill this gap in interpersonal communication.

Oliver is a good guy and gets things done. He was still knocking on the door relentlessly and was about to call the police.

Batman walked to the door and opened the security door a crack: "What's the matter?"

"nothing……"

His rough voice startled Oliver. In addition, when the mechanical heart was running, it interfered with the surrounding electrical appliances. Hercule's living room was now dark, and Oliver could not see anything clearly. "You are Hercule?" Kerry's colleague? I'm a little worried about him."

"I'm fine! Thank you!" Hercule shouted in the bathroom, "I just came back from outside and felt a little motion sick - ugh!"

"So that's it." Oliver breathed a sigh of relief, "You may not know, but there is a wall between my bedroom and the bathroom in 10C. When I heard the noise while sleeping, I thought it was the return of the dark monster mentioned on the evening news. To our father-in-law…”

His voice became softer and softer, because as his eyes gradually adapted to the cold moonlight outside the window, he discovered that the person standing in front of the door seemed, possibly, maybe the 'dark monster' in the reports.

Hercule's hearing was damn good, and he would hold onto the toilet without letting go. He still had the energy to ask loudly: "Excuse me, what's the news?"

Oliver fell silent.

The sound of the faucet came. Hercule packed up and walked out quickly: "Good evening, Oliver. Did I disturb your rest?"

Oliver opened his mouth and remained silent.

Hercule turned back to Batman and asked, "What did you say to my neighbor?"

Batman asked him, "Have you recovered?"

This question was in vain, Hercule looked obviously abnormal. His cheeks became thinner and the silvery gray in his hair became more prominent. On the contrary, his pupils seemed to be burning with two rounds of flames. He was extremely energetic at the moment and had no sleepiness, but his uncoordinated walking was very noticeable.

Something irritated Hercule.

"Dear Oliver!" said the detective in a strong tone, "If you can't sleep either, how about we go for a walk?"

Batman's plan was immediately disrupted: "Hercule!"

He thought about the Riddler and the many cases in Arkham. It was definitely not a good thing to continue like this.

"Do you remember what you were planning to do?"

"Of course, you are thinking too much, Mr. Batman." Hercule remembered to hide the code name of Batman at this time, so as not to wake up the whole building and watch. He picked up a mop rod next to him, broke off the head of the rag and threw it aside - the mop rod immediately turned into an unsightly crutch. "Everything cannot stay good forever. Night is a good time to walk around and reflect." past."

Oliver was frightened when he heard this, and Batman asked gloomily: "Where are you going?"

"It depends on your mood." Hercule winked at the other two people in the room and smiled, "Come on, Oliver, by the way, I think it's a good idea for you to do a radio show. We can Talk while walking."

His voice was wonderfully infectious, and Oliver couldn't help but follow him, feeling the gaze from behind him like a ray of light on his back. The shadows of Gotham's night did not merge with them, and the elevator door closed. Only then did Oliver muster the courage to ask: "Is that Batman?"

Hercule played with the 'crutch' he just got: "Yes."

"...Is he the colleague you mentioned?"

"Yes, Oliver, but tonight's not about Batman. Are you interested in him?"

"You can't say that." Oliver leaned on the elevator handrail blankly, "It's just, how should I put it, I was a little shocked, I thought he was just a legend! But why did Batman appear in New York? He is not from Gotham. ...Oh, he came with you, he is your colleague, he is a human being!"

He finally understood the logic behind this and couldn't help but feel the cosmic cat head.jpg

Hercule was completely absorbed in his own thoughts. Fortunately, Oliver, a frustrated Broadway director who was very good at amusing himself, started chatting about the radio show and didn't care even if Hercule responded with some half-heartedness.

Ten minutes later, they stopped in front of a building.

Oliver hasn't finished yet: "The script revolves around superheroes and supernatural crimes. Of course, we don't need to deliberately act. It will be very dramatic if you are in it. I will invite a few friends to tell you about it." A slight adaptation of my experience..."

"We're here." Hercule's 'crutch' touched the ground and said softly.

"What?" Oliver almost didn't react. He looked up at the building in front of him, "Stark Industries Headquarters?"

"Yes, I have to find a way to get in now."

"——?"

Oliver was stunned.

Hercule was obviously not planning to enter a tightly secured building in a normal way, and his current inability to move made this idea extremely irrational.

"I need to talk to Mr. Stark," Hercule explained. "He will be attending a lecture on fire prevention on the Upper West Side tomorrow, and I'm a little concerned about that."

"But Iron Man should have fallen asleep?"

Hercule said seriously: "So I have to try to wake him up from his dream first."

"..."

The adventure factor latent in Oliver took effect.

He should have turned around and left, leaving his crazy neighbor on the street and waiting for the police to come and collect him, but in fact he followed Hercule and took out his notebook to make a note - even if he didn't Being careful and being taken into the police station again can be considered a legendary experience in life.

But before they could figure out how to break in, Iron Man's voice came from the speaker on the door: "I thought I was the only one who couldn't sleep in the early hours of the morning. Are you planning to take the door glass back to support your family?"

"Great!" Hercule retracted his hand and said happily after hearing the sound, "This saves me the trouble of triggering the alarm. Please open the door, Mr. Stark."

Tony in the laboratory put down the chlorophyll juice used to relieve palladium poisoning, raised his eyebrows and clapped his hands to summon the smart butler, but said: "No way, my time is precious, let me tell you why you are here."

Hercule switched to leaning on crutches with both hands, looking elegant and polite: "I can stand here and chat with you. I heard that you will attend a fire prevention lecture tomorrow."

"Who said that? The bat?"

"It's Google."

"Okay, it's right."

Hercule asked carefully: "I would like to know, before meeting Batman and I, if you plan to appear in public tomorrow afternoon and have this arrangement written down in your schedule?"

Tony clicked his tongue: "Detective, you have to know that under normal circumstances, my schedule is not arranged by myself. My secretary is responsible for everything, and I go wherever she asks me to go, but occasionally - often If something unexpected happens, she will be there for me."

It means that everyone, including Xiaojiajiao, is used to sitting around in the boss's house.

Hercule understood what he meant and said with emotion: "I have to say, it's so freeing. Your sudden appearance in the Upper West Side after dawn will definitely surprise a lot of people. I want to ask you to pay more attention." Fellow Stark Industries."

"Is this your purpose? Who do you want me to pay attention to? Is it related to the New York fire?"

"A man named Marshall is a senior researcher at Stark Industries."

"Really? There are so many people named Marshall." Tony said lazily, "I thought I had fired most of the useless guys, but I didn't expect someone to slip through the cracks. I will definitely pay more attention tomorrow, if he doesn't live up to his name. , you have to get out quickly.”

Hercule didn't care: "You must have the final say. I wish you a happy night."

He turned around and wanted to leave, but Iron Man stopped him instead: "Wait a minute, you are leaving now? Walking two kilometers with a broken mop pole, just to say these few words?"

Hercule denied: "I was also exercising and relaxing mentally at the same time."

"..." Tony asked his smart butler, "Is he sick?"

Hercule: "Thank you, I can hear you."

The door behind him opened at this moment: "Forget it, don't go back. I suddenly remembered that the story you told at the police station was not finished. Also, I think your mop rod is not pleasing to the eye. I threw it outside."

However, the detective stared at the open door for a moment, and stubbornly chose to walk into the hall that contained more than three hundred thousand dollars with three yuan in his hand. Oliver followed behind him, lowering his head and writing wildly on the paper. Inspiration came to him and he started writing like a god. It wasn't until the glass door closed behind him that he asked quietly: "Are we really not going back tonight?"

There are hidden speakers in the building, and Tony's voice echoes everywhere on the ceiling. The lobby of Stark Industries headquarters is now like a musical theater: "We don't lack buildings, let alone rooms. It is definitely better than the apartments bought by Gotham people."

An invisible elevator spun up not far away. Tony Stark, wearing regular clothes, stepped over and snapped his fingers: "I would like to introduce you to my AI butler. If you have any needs, please speak to it directly - eh? What happened just now?" Black can’t see clearly. Excuse me, detective, have you taken stimulants? Why haven’t I heard that amphetamine and methamphetamine can cause lameness?”

"You misunderstood. My legs have nothing to do with the side effects of the medicine." Hercule noticed that the cuffs of his light-colored shirt were dyed light green and said thoughtfully, "Although chlorophyll can control body odor, excessive intake may It will cause diarrhea and may not be worth the candle.”

Tony suspected for a moment that the detective saw that he was using chlorophyll juice to control palladium poisoning, and the effect was not satisfactory. The evidence was that Hercule glanced at the reactor on his chest several times.

But since neither of them are normal at this moment, what the heck? The world is so vast, there can't be room for a few lunatics who can't live long and can only talk nonsense!

"Haha, interesting. I just discovered that you are a person with a well-developed sense of humor." He stumbled over and hugged Hercule's shoulders, "Why didn't I get to know you earlier? Don't go back these two days, Iron Man's Party package you are satisfied with.”

Hercule followed him to the sofa on crutches: "Thank you for the invitation. I also think you are easy to communicate with. The negative rumors in the media are actually too exaggerated."

Tony held the mop rod and threw it aside hard, and he himself fell on the back of the sofa: "What a good eye, Hercule! I declare that you are now Detective No. 1, the best in the world!"

The only normal person present, Oliver: "..."

He sat cautiously in the corner holding his notebook, and came up with the idea that if Hercule writes an autobiography, it will definitely sell well.

Take a look at what is gathered in the book, Gotham urban legends, popular superheroes, mysterious cases, brutal opponents, mental patients, and what readers love to see: having fun with rich guys...

"Can't sleep?" Tony asked.

"Can't sleep," Hercule replied affirmatively.

"Okay, then continue telling your story." Iron Man summoned a robot, poured them each a glass of wine, and turned to look at Oliver, "This is..."

"Oliver Putnam, just call me Oliver."

The smell of alcohol on Tony's body could be smelled from a distance: "Okay, Oliver, you can go to bed anytime you are sleepy and treat this as your own home. Where did I just say... you didn't finish the story! No. 1 , I thought about it later and felt that you deliberately did not name the fourth suspect at the police station. You had many opportunities but did not take advantage of them."

Hercule's sanity is at the bottom, but his aesthetics is still online: "Excuse me, don't you think No. 1 sounds a bit ugly?"

"What should I do?" Tony thought obediently, "How about I call you A? The bat is B. You are listed in front of him in the address book. You win."

If Hercule had been more sober, he would not have agreed to this boring suggestion. But at this moment, thanks to New York, there were only fragmentary thoughts left in his mind:

There are seven letters for Hercule and six letters for Batman. They are not aligned in the table and cannot form a team.

And A and B are both the same letter, perfect!

"Okay." He agreed immediately, "Should I call you Tony or Iron Man?"

After speaking, he asked himself again: "Iron Man, I prefer seven letters."

Tony: "You know what? You are not suitable to be too polite. You are suitable to be a dictator."

Hercule automatically ignored the content that he was not interested in: "You just mentioned the fourth suspect. It is not important at the moment, so I didn't mention it."

In fact, Hercule was not sure how to tell this information without misleading people, because the fourth suspect in the game plot, the real culprit of the serial arson case, is actually a specialty of the cyberpunk world - known as loyalty. A low-intelligent household android with the highest degree of accuracy and will never betray.

Again, there are no supernatural forces in the background of Detective Simulator.

The branch case arranged in Novice Village is actually not complicated. After eliminating the previous three confusing options, all conclusions point to these necessities that everyone can afford. They are able to reach out to all classes and easily gain the trust of homeowners.

Since the main function is to do housework, domestic androids usually combine the functions of setting fire and spraying water. Coupled with the company's proper publicity, no one has ever thought that these guys who can't speak and can't connect to the Internet will actually help their own race murder humans.

The player has no blind spots and can easily discover the truth, but he faces not only a few low-intelligent androids, but also the Apocalypse Company standing behind them.

"From the day we were born, we and humans are all life on earth." I don't know what means were used to instigate the advanced androids of the same race to stand in the fire scene, with a rigid and expressionless tone, "No matter how many differences there are between you and me, we are all the same." The same primal instinct has to be followed – survival.”

"Detective, you have your justice, I have my beliefs, and we can coexist harmoniously. However, there is not much time left. When the Day of Judgment comes, everyone will die. Who will ensure that you and I can board the passage ship?" To the Ark of Salvation?”

In the game, the detective was amused when he heard this: "You are actually religious?"

"Yeah, isn't it strange?" The android looked at him deeply, "As a human creation, I believe in the gods you made up to maintain your rule. As a member of the natural birth, you are not interested in all supernatural legends. Dismissive. Have you ever thought about why? If this was a peaceful universe, I would be happy to discuss this topic with you, detective. Unfortunately, we are so small under the stars that we never have the freedom to choose."

**

Hercule did not fall unconscious from exhaustion until daybreak.

At noon, he opened his eyes blankly amid Pepper's screams, and everything that happened last night flooded into his mind, including the attribute panel with a decimal point, the mechanical heart left in Batman's hands, the authorized radio program, The extra names, the fourth suspect, the signs of Iron Man's poisoning...

The two people who abandoned rationality were like-minded and hit it off right away. He even visited the Ark Reactor downstairs under Tony's guidance. It can be said that he visited every corner of the Stark Industries headquarters.

It should be said that his brain is extremely reliable. Even if he is entangled with debuffs, he insists on completing the task. But there seems to be nothing strange about Stark Industries. If you have to say it, only the Ark Reactor is too ostentatious...

Pepper's anger is not directed at him, but at his boss: "Tony - what good things have you done again?!"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me!" Iron Man collapsed at the other end of the living room of the large flat, and it seemed that he had just woken up not long ago. "It's just chatting with a few friends. Don't you have such sisters to chat with you at night?"

Hercules: "..."

Tactical retreat.

"You--" Pepper's hands were shaking with anger. She directed Little Clumsy to pick up the beer bottles on the ground while forcing a smile to Hercule, "Mr. Hugo, I remember you guys have to arrive at Aria Apartments at one o'clock, right? It's a bit too late to leave now."

"It's still in time!" Tony Stark jumped up and stuffed two slices of bread into his mouth, mumbling, "It's only two minutes by car. Believe me, it doesn't matter if you're late for a moment!"