Three-stream detection simulator

Hercule registered a work email address.

But because very few people have heard of his name, this mailbox has not received any mail from a living person so far. Maybe things will improve once Oliver's radio show airs? He wasn't sure.

Hercule sat in a motel in Hawaii, boredly flipping through a list of side missions. The element-devouring beast Xibida pestered him to play with him until late at night yesterday. The space cat, who would lie on the pillow and sleep soundly, without having to support his family or catch a plane, lived a truly free and happy life.

During this period, he looked at the time and saw it was half past nine in the morning. The hotel room is small and well-equipped. There is a window next to the single bed, which faces the wall of the neighbor's house that is covered with green radish. The two walls are so close that people standing by the window can reach the other side by raising their hands. of cement, and when you stretch your head and look up, you can still see the neighbor's half-open wooden flower window on the second floor.

There is an old-fashioned TV set in front of the bed, and the news channel on it is broadcasting the recent changes in the Honolulu area's public security management strategy:

"Gang activities in Hawaii have been relatively frequent recently. According to reporters, the police are focusing on investigating Saburo Kawamoto from Japan and his many nightclubs and properties, and are trying to find evidence of illegal drug trading and mafia money laundering..."

"Collector Reynolds Ford announced that some of his private collection will be put up for auction on the website at 6 o'clock tonight..."

“The Honolulu Police Department reminds all tourists to always pay attention to the valuables they carry with them when traveling to avoid loss and damage. In case of theft...”

Hercule listened to the news absently and looked at the departure time.

The flight to New York was scheduled for five in the afternoon, and there were still more than seven hours left. The FBI, which was rumored to be chasing him, didn't know where he was.

When he looked down at his watch, there was a clear sound of key chains banging outside the door. There must be new residents next door. These people were obviously coming to Hawaii for the first time. They complained about traffic congestion and the planning and construction of remote roads as they entered.

"There are so many tourists, no wonder Zatanna chose Honolulu as the first stop of her tour."

Hercule muttered and lamented the passenger flow in Hawaii during the peak tourist season, and decided to order breakfast takeout for himself. At this moment, his long-silent mailbox received an advertising email from a pizza shop.

He raised his eyebrows and carefully observed the picture of the pizza on the promotional poster, but did not find the label 'the actual product does not match the promotional picture' - there are not many brave businesses these days who are not afraid of lawsuits. Hercule was curious and decided Give the other party a chance to self-certify, and also give yourself a chance to collect compensation and make extra money. Anyway, order a pizza and give it a try.

After ordering, the minute hand of the clock moves towards the number 9. The takeaway will arrive in forty-five minutes, that is, at 10:30. It was still early, so Hercule couldn't help but take out his medal, "A superhero without a villain to target is not a good detective." He mainly wanted to play minesweeper on its gold and red checkerboard grid, but found that after completing the side mission of finding the cat (2) and the large-scale Atlantis sea fishing activity, the medal had been upgraded two times in a row. class:

[Medal: A superhero who is not targeted by villains is not a good detective (can be upgraded) (the real thing can be hidden)

Current level: lv.3 (2/50)

Wearing effect:

[Medium] Improve your charisma in the eyes of criminals: they respect you as much as they hate you.

[Medium] Improve your reputation among the superhero community: Some people are asking for your contact information, and some people follow your whereabouts when they have nothing to do. But it's okay, even if they seem a little perverted, they are still good people.

[Slightly] Improve your reputation among the victim group: Be prepared to answer the phone, there will always be commissions. 】

...It’s level three! ! How many villains secretly plotted against him but ended up in vain?

Counting it all together, there are members of the Yuwen Church who have not been brainwashed by Constantine's magic before, the old captain who died without a burial place, 'Hai', Black Sun, and possibly the Sky Eye Society, etc. Hercule counted with his fingers and felt that even if defeating the Boss did not count as a plurality of achievement points, the number of enemies he had encountered so far had reached double digits.

Didn't know the FBI package wasn't included? Can you get another round of wool today? Otherwise, he would always feel uncomfortable looking at the only misaligned word 'small' in the description.

I hope the game system is not deliberately targeting players, otherwise why when level 2 and level 3 were upgraded, the useless personality charm and superhero reputation in the eyes of the villain were first improved, instead of the most important reputation of the victim group...

Hercule dusted the surface of the medal with his fingers and decided to start a game first. Otherwise, once his brain stopped thinking about the problem, it would be so idle that it would trigger the standby action. SHIELD's psychological analysis report has probably not been written yet, and he doesn't want to add extra workload to the agents who are already working overtime due to the establishment of the Avengers.

As a result, before the checkerboard could be refreshed, there was a knock on the door on the other side of the room. Sibida, who was sleeping, jumped up and turned on the computer faster than 99% of Earth cats. It sniffed intelligently and purred twice to Hercule, which meant: "There is someone outside the door."

"I know." Hercule said soothingly, "It should be the guest living next door."

He walked over and opened the door, and Hibida followed him with her tail wagging.

"Hi!" Outside the door was a young and beautiful brown-haired girl who looked like she had just graduated from college. "It's great that there are people here! Uh, I live in the room on your right and I'm traveling to Hawaii with a few friends. I just arrived today...Hey, is that your cat? I didn’t know this hotel allowed cats.”

"As long as you give me enough money, you can do anything - a friend of mine told me this truth through his practical actions." Hercule looked at her and said, "What can I do for you, ma'am?" "

"It sounds like your friend is a rich man." The girl pursed her lips and smiled, her face slightly red. "That's right, the window in my room cannot be opened. It is an old-fashioned glass window that slides up and down. The window frame is made of wood and is very heavy. My friend and I took turns to look at it and suspected that it might be stuck. Just now I wanted to go find the hotel staff, but there was no one at the front desk and no call number was left... I didn't know. Do you know if you have time to help me a little, or tell me how to contact the hotel owner?"

Hercule said with a slightly surprised expression: "Sorry, I don't know the innkeeper, but I can look at the windows for you."

He bent down, picked up Hibida and stuffed it into his coat pocket, leaving only a cat's head outside. The black cat twisted as if feeling uncomfortable. The coat pocket was a bit too small for it. It purred twice more, but this time Hercule ignored it.

Seeing this, Hibida took out his two front paws directly, like an old man wearing an old man's shirt, leaning on the second floor window sill to watch the scenery, with half of his body exposed outside his pocket, and followed Hercule The steps forward are swaying.

"It's so cute." The girl took another look at the black cat and Hercule's outfits, and always felt something was strange. "But aren't you hot with so many clothes on? The highest temperature today is 36 degrees Celsius."

"I'm not that sensitive to temperature changes," Hercule said.

Zatanna's magic has made his hair and coat less conspicuous than when he just came back from the mental world. He now looks like a young man who is following the trend, and the neurosis caused by too low attribute values ​​requires a certain degree of Only with carefulness can you feel it.

The girl next door obviously doesn't have this talent, or she just doesn't have it in her heart.

They walked to the next room, and the girl opened the door and walked in. There were two boys and another girl, both in their mid-twenties. One of the boys whistled after seeing Hercule: "Cool." Ah, I like your hair."

"Thank you." Hercule walked straight to the window, and subconsciously raised his head and glanced outside - this window also faced the wall, but because it was opened on the other wall, he could no longer see the neighbor's house. Wood stained windows.

Then he lowered his head and lifted the handle on the window with force. The window frame that was supposed to move upwards didn't move, it was really stuck.

Hibida turned his head, and when the humans were not paying attention, he stretched out his claws and pried gently at the window. There was a loud banging sound, and as sawdust fell from the cracks, the bearings of the window became smooth again.

This time Hercule raised the window easily. He said seriously: "No need to say thank you, this is not my fault, maybe I just found the right angle to exert force, and my cat helped me."

No one cheered him for his truthful words like a joke.

The young people were stunned. You looked at me and I looked at you, but no one spoke immediately. A few seconds later, the girl who knocked on Hercule's door cheered: "You are amazing!"

She came over and took Hercule's arm and asked enthusiastically: "Have you eaten? Leave something to eat! We also brought UNO cards and a few board games. Sorry, I forgot to ask. Okay, are you okay later?"

Hercule shrugged: "I don't think so."

"Perfect! We have to celebrate with a board game. You can call me Jenny, what should I call you? Like I just said, we brought playing cards, UNO, and a crime puzzle game. You'd better Which one do you prefer to play?”

Hercule: "Well, just call me Hercule..."

Before he finished speaking, a fat white boy lying next to the suitcase stood up and interrupted them: "I can't find the UNO card. Which of you put it in?"

Jenny said, "Not me."

"It's not me either." The remaining two people denied it.

The fat man suddenly said dissatisfiedly: "Remember to be smarter when you pack your things next time!"

Others wanted to refute, but Hercule stepped forward to smooth things over: "Okay, everyone. It's getting late, I think I'd better..."

"But I found a pack of sharing snacks!" the fat man said hurriedly, putting the unopened snack bag into Hercule's hand, "Thank you for helping us deal with the window, now stay and play, we are just in time Missing people.”

Hercule smiled and said: "You're welcome, but you seem to really hope that I can stay."

"You have to give us a chance to express our gratitude." Jenny rushed to say with a smile, "And I want to know how you opened that window just now. Do you have any special skills?" She suddenly looked thoughtful and asked hesitantly, " You’re not a superpower, are you?”

"You might as well say that my cat has super powers." Hercule was pulled by her, half pushing and half sitting down at the table, "Okay, let's just play. No, forget about the wine, thank you. He pushed away the bottle handed to him by another tall boy, "Can I choose the crime-solving puzzle board game?"

The game process is roughly drawing identity cards, clue cards, event cards and solving puzzles.

Ten past ten.

As the ‘police detective’ in the game, Hercule lost the first game at the speed of light and died in the Black State fight.

The fat boy got the 'criminal' identity. He tried to let go several times, but sweat broke out on his forehead, and he couldn't find any chance to be eliminated faster than Hercule. Everyone else's expressions became subtle, and Jenny laughed dryly: "Haha, this board game has become quite famous recently. Is this your first time playing it? It's okay, it's okay, we can play it again, and I'll tell you about it this time. rule."

Fifteen minutes later.

Hercule was still a 'police detective', but he was defeated in front of the criminals, and finally lost his footing and fell into the river and became shark food. Jenny sat next to him and tried to make suggestions. She racked her brains but failed to save the person.

The atmosphere around the table had become a little tense. Only Hercule said with a little helplessness: "I'm really not good at similar puzzle games - oh, I mean the ones that have a relatively large proportion of luck." This kind of thing." He looked at the time and said, "Excuse me, I really need to go back to the room this time."

"What's wrong?" asked another girl at the table, "Did you forget something?"

"I ordered takeout," Hercule replied. "If nothing else happens, the takeaway guy should be here in five minutes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the atmosphere in the room became more tense. The fat boy stood up, pulled up his pants, walked to the door of the room with a sullen face and stood still. Jenny threw the cards in her hand on the table and said coldly to Hercule: "You'd better stay."

Hercule also put down a handful of bad cards.

Although there were no special effects, he felt that the medal on his body, "Superheroes who are not targeted by villains are not good detectives" were shining brightly and happily.

He said distressedly: "I assume your people are secretly plotting something in my room... just think they want to steal the valuables in the room on the second floor of the house opposite, but why hasn't it taken so long? Will there be any results? Let me guess, he must have encountered some unexpected difficulties. "

Jenny’s face darkened: “You’d better know what you’re talking about.”

"Ah, I know it very well." Hercule waved his hand, "Now forget these stupid card games based on luck, how about we talk about real-life crime?"

He raised his left index finger and said, "I heard the sound when you first moved in. To be honest, it only took fifteen minutes from the time you entered the house to the time you came to see me. The invitation about the window was a bit sudden. But I can understand that the most important thing for you is that At first, I may have thought that it wouldn’t take long to climb up to the second floor next to the window and take away a small gadget.”

"This is the pattern of theft that you are used to. It is quick, lacks precise preparation, and can be called a hot-headed and passionate attack. But as the saying goes...'Smart and difficult-to-detect cases are often based on the impulsiveness of the murderer.' . It is indeed difficult to attract the attention of the police when crimes are committed on a large scale and the things that are lost are not particularly valuable.”

"However, you ignored two important issues, which led to serious mistakes this morning." Hercule raised the second finger of his left hand and said slowly, "I hope everyone can realize the current crisis in time—— You might have been targeted by the FBI."

He didn't sound like he was going to call the police, and he was a little confidant.

Jenny glanced at her companion and asked warily and suspiciously: "Who are you and what do you want to do?"

"I am Hercule Hugo." Hercule pushed back the head of the element-devouring beast that was trying to spit out the translator, and continued, "A detective... captain. If you all listen to what I am going to say, Explain, and plan to rescue your companions and save yourself, how about we talk about the next cooperation? "