Three-stream detection simulator

Hercules immediately said to his shoes: "What do you think?"

But the level 1 Inland Empire cannot be triggered at all times. This time, the shoes lost their sound and became ordinary shoes. The more Hercules thought about it, the angrier he became. The angrier he became, the more he thought about it - can ordinary people encounter such a thing?

He began to reason with his shoes: "Your appearance on my feet is an inevitable result."

"I paid to buy you, it is a fair transaction. The manhole cover and chewing gum you stepped on are implicit exemption clauses attached to this transaction, which have been recognized by the parties and the shoes in question."

"If you have any objections to the transaction, you should raise your demands in a legal manner when I and the clerk make a deal, instead of making personal attacks on the other party after the deal is reached."

His shoes were as still as a mountain, and he had no intention of speaking at all.

Hercules stared at it seriously for a long time, and shook his head in disappointment. In fact, he originally wanted to get clues through metaphysics, but the so-called "Inland Empire", is there really a pair of shoes talking to him, or has his diseased brain given the shoes a soul? Is he talking to the shoes, or is he talking to another self in his heart?

He looked up again, and Gotham was split into two halves. In his right eye, it still showed a harmonious and peaceful scene in the evening, with golden crows setting in the west, flocks of birds flying, and towering skyscrapers reflecting the dripping water light. However, his left eye saw the hellish chaos in the upside-down world, with the faint blue light wrapped around the rotten debris flying everywhere, and transparent mucus pouring out of the cracks in the asphalt road.

The sky was dim and lightless, and the wind of the void waved its claws that were bigger than the building and stayed at the edge of the city.

Hercule blinked a few times, and the left side of his head was stinging. In his right eye, a pigeon was walking to a place not far in front of him, shaking its head and lowering its head to peck at the seeds of plants in the grass. In his left eye, he saw the soil trembling, and several vines that looked like plants and cables emerged from the ground. The vines were slowly crawling on the rusty legs of the bench, and the branches and leaves were shaking, with the same frequency as the pigeons shaking their heads when they walked.

The pigeon suddenly flapped its wings and flew away.

The vines followed and rose from the ground.

Hercule couldn't help but lean back, and he took out the napkin that came with the Turkish kebab from his pocket and covered his left eye. Napkin took a deep breath and said, "Free air!"

"..." He really didn't say anything that should be said, and all the things that shouldn't be said were nonsense. But now that things have come to this, Hercule asked the napkin: "Were you not free before?"

"Of course not." The napkin said, "I was cut into appropriate sizes from a tree that grew freely, and turned into pulp in the poison and steam that burned the skin. I lived in the same room with brothers and sisters who I had never met in life, and was put into an urn for human use."

What an artistic napkin, or is Hercule, who dubbed the napkin, actually an artistic youth?

"You meet a lot of people every day."

"Yes, there are men, women, old people, children, and some people who are older than trees."

Hercules sat up in shock from his dying illness and took the napkin off his eyes: "Talk about the immortals."

The napkin looked around and said, "You know what? Your green eyes remind me of a kind of amber. They once grew on my body, wrapped in death and immortality. Oh, that was a happy time. I still remember it. In the suburbs of Gotham City, the wind blew through my leaves and made a rustling sound. The children sat on my roots and played..."

"You are no longer a tree." Hercules said ruthlessly, "As a man-made napkin, it is your mission to serve mankind. Now tell me, what kind of "people older than trees" have you seen?"

The napkin was choked by what he said: "I know... Let me think about it. Listen, the soil is answering your question on behalf of the planet. There are many species in the world that have achieved immortality, and humans are one of them. You seek various ways to fight against nature. You have heard of the fairy tale. At the beginning, human life span is... The life span of humans is only 40 years. Horses are good friends of humans. Humans said to horses, "Lend me some of your life span." Horses agreed. So humans can live to 50 years old, but after 40, life becomes hard, and they work for others like horses every day.

Humans borrowed 10 years of life from cows and dogs, and finally lived to 70 years old, but do you think this is the end? No. Intelligent creatures hope that they can become eternal like the heaven and the earth, so some people borrowed life span from the planets. They climbed mountains, dug valleys, and tried every means to finally find the most precious thing on this planet. Precious treasure, those who touch it escape death forever, just like the earth itself, no matter what kind of disaster it encounters, it can always usher in a new life. "Hercules asked: "The person who did this is in this city? In Gotham?" "They are everywhere, my dear human. The ancient stars fell on the earth, its radiation spread throughout every inch of soil, and emerald springs were generated underground, which are treasures more precious than gold. Do you want to know the name of the spring, detective? " "... I want to, and you won't tell me? " The routine is usually like this. "No, I must tell you." The napkin said stubbornly, "That spring, that metal, is called the Dionysus factor. "It is really a very knowledgeable napkin!

The napkin was very happy to receive Hercule's praise: "I grew up next to Gotham University. If I were a human, I might have a doctorate degree."

Hercule thought of his immortality. He asked tentatively: "So I also have, um, the Dionysian factor in the story?"

"No, no, no!" The napkin denied it three times in a row, "You are immortal. It is your own choice. It has nothing to do with any external force. You have to examine your brain and your heart to understand the truth of fate."

"Can't you tell me directly?"

"How can I tell you directly? I am just a napkin dubbed by your brain!"

No matter how Hercule persuaded, praised or belittled, the napkin refused to speak.

The amount of information it gave was really large. Hercule discovered the uniqueness of the "Inland Empire" skill and began to try to call every object around him.

He greeted the pigeons, park benches, trash cans and ties, but none of them responded; he removed the napkin covering his left eye and tried to call Gotham, who had talked to him before, but the "Heavenly Sense" did not respond.

Perhaps it was because the skill value was too low, and all the judgments failed.

But at least Hercule learned that the undead killers under the Court of Owls who used electrum had been to the Turkish kebab restaurant next to the Irish Black State base. They had contact with the Irish, and this contact was probably the clue card that Hercule had not yet drawn in the mouth of the "Joker".

Next, he took Hibida to climb the tallest clock tower in Gotham City with a clear goal, because most of the city could be seen from this clock tower.

The Court of Owls is a real organization. Like all illegal underground gatherings, they need a hidden and large enough place. Hercule now sees similar and different things with his two eyes. Using the difference between the two, he can find the hidden places.

To climb the Gotham clock tower, you must first pass the city's light rail platform.

When going upstairs, Hercule saw a little girl about Dick's age sitting alone on the waiting seat, playing with a stack of superhero cards in her hands. She had long orange hair, which reminded Hercule of Commissioner Gordon.

Hercule half-closed his left eye, brushed past her, and climbed up a few more floors. When he finally reached the top floor, the second hand of the clock tower said to him enthusiastically: "Good evening! Can you help me pull down the bat lasso on the dial? It has been hanging here for two months. Batman must have forgotten it."

Hercule looked at himself and then at the dial that was taller than him. In his right eye, the watch hand moved forward gracefully, and in his left eye, the entire clock tower seemed like a disco king in a hot dance hall, and the pendulum was like a sledgehammer, shaking more wildly than his heartbeat.

In order to remove the bat lasso, he had to hang outside the clock tower, untie the knotted rope, and then return the same way. The man with 25 physical strength and 30 agility was very confident: "I can't do it."

The Bat Lasso just then made the voice of Batman: "I am Batman!"

"..."

Hercules no longer paid attention to the chattering second hand of the clock and the Bat Lasso that kept repeating "I am Batman!". He stood in front of the window of the clock tower attic and looked into the distance. He felt that the Gotham in his left eye was like the starry sky in Van Gogh's paintings for a moment, and everything between the sky and the earth was rotating in the same direction.

In this situation, it was very difficult to tell the direction. He tried to analyze the difference between reality and illusion in his overly artistic inspiration, and marked each suspicious location on the map in his mind. They gradually formed a shape similar to the Big Dipper, with the Gotham clock tower as the connection point between the handle and the body of the spoon, running through the city from south to north.

If he was the Joker, who would he attack to delay time when Harleen Quinzel and Jason Todd's two moves were completely ineffective?

Why would the Court of Owls cooperate with the Mafia?

What means can the Irish use to avoid the blockade of the police and the old mafia forces?

A strange inspiration flows in his heart.

It is not reason that is guiding him now, but intuition.

Hercule suddenly turned and went downstairs, and quickly returned to the platform, and found that the orange-haired girl was getting up and walking into the carriage. The train she was going to take had already arrived at the station, and the square was surging, drowning her figure in the blink of an eye.

The Bat Lasso was still shouting behind him: "I am - Bat - Man -"

It was as if the whole clock tower and the whole city were shouting to him.

The bells rang, and Hercule didn't bother to buy a ticket, and stepped into the carriage before the door closed. The door rumbled shut, and he said in a rough voice with a middle school tone: "Welcome! Welcome the immortal detective back to the death train!"

**

So what was Batman doing at this time?

He discovers Hercule's decoy, and realizes that someone and the detective are using Gotham as a chessboard, playing a game in which whoever lags behind will lose everything.

Jason Todd's mother survived.

The charity's administrator became a pawn of the criminals.

Commissioner James Gordon is busy with a shooting in the southeast corner.

Three mysterious masked killers broke into Wayne Enterprises, intending to attract Batman's attention.

Two transport convoys belonging to Wilkinson Technologies, a company Harvey is investigating, try to leave the city during the chaos.

Batman noticed every bit, because someone wanted him to notice it, and let go of the more important parts. What Hercule saw at the moment was the key, Batman thought, and asked Robin to pull out the surveillance of the whole city, identify a detective wandering on the street and see what he was doing.

Hercule under the camera was complaining about his leather shoes.

Robin: "Uh."

He rubbed his eyes. The leather shoes did not respond to its owner. Hercule in the picture let go of the leather shoes in disappointment and talked to himself with a napkin taken from a restaurant. Then he let go of the napkin and began to torture the bench, street lamp, trash can and tie next to him.

Batman, who was patrolling the city, saw that his child was silent for a long time, so he took the initiative to ask: "What's the problem?"

Robin looked up not very calmly: "It's a big problem."