Three-stream detection simulator

When there are no clowns in the world, everyone can be a clown.

The real vest should be earned by oneself, not given by others.

"..."

On the other side of the phone, Harvey didn't speak for a long time.

Hercule was not in a hurry. He looked at his body with thoughtful eyes, considering the feasibility of using it to conceal the truth.

First, the body—assuming it was real for the moment—had been embalmed in some unknown way. The common methods of judging the time of death with the naked eye are completely useless for it. No matter how experienced the forensic doctor is, the first reaction after seeing the corpse is definitely 'just dead'.

In terms of clothing, both the living and the dead were wearing the same coat, but Hercule was certain that only the one he wore had the blessing of the Paradise on Earth in Novice Village. Not many people know about this, and Harvey is certainly not one of them, and he cannot be detected by conventional means.

The question is whether the internal organs of the body are well preserved? If it were a bionic robot brought by the Joker from the game world, wouldn't it be exposed as soon as it was disembowelled?

Hercule stooped to pick up the cane that had been thrown aside, just in case. He pressed the wound and stood in front of the corpse for a moment, then raised the wooden crutch and hit the corpse hard on the lower back.

After the teeth-searing sound of 'bang', blood instantly poured out.

Xibida's scalp felt numb and she kept licking the hair on her forearms to relieve her tension.

Hercule stretched out his hand to twist the blood flowing from the body, then opened the wound and took a look inside. After confirming that everything was normal, he silently said "I'm sorry" to the cleaning staff at the train station. Then he didn't bother Hibida, he grabbed his corpse's legs and started walking to the upper floor of the bell tower.

The crimson liquid first soaked the clothes and a few locks of hair on the back of the corpse, and the rest rubbed all the way, like some kind of performance art.

Its head hit the steps, making a clear and dull knocking sound.

‘Boom, boom’.

‘Whoosh, whoosh. ’

During the entire process, including when Hercule smashed his cane, his phone contact with Harvey Dent was not broken.

In the middle of the journey, Hercule couldn't climb the stairs anymore, so he threw the body on the ground to rest. He took a photo of Harvey and sent it via text message. The phone screen was filled with noisy red, like a screenshot from an R-rated movie.

——It can be considered a selfie on another level. If there is another chance in the future, I will take a group photo or pose.

"Why is he so heavy!"

The rest time could not be wasted. He entered text on the translator, "I regret it, Harvey Dent. If I had known earlier, I would not have thought of keeping the whole body. Wouldn't it be convenient to just break off the limbs and transport them in sections?" many?

Hey, are you listening, give me some perspective, I know you like flipping coins, does your coin tell you what to do now? "

"..."

Without waiting for Harvey to answer, Hercule quickly typed:

"Hahahaha! Whatever, you must be furious now anyway, not because your friend died, but because I messed up your little plan. I know you too well, dear Harvey - we are on the same road."

"..." The last sentence undoubtedly touched the other party's emotions. In the silence, Harvey's breathing suddenly became heavier.

The translator’s mechanical voice sounded a little more gloating:

"You must be thinking about how to retaliate against me now, and I have just dealt with an annoying person, and I am in, uh, how do you say that? Anyway, I am in a good mood now! How about this, we can Let’s deal with this corpse together, hahahaha, the dead are sometimes more useful than the living, you know, right, Harvey?”

Discuss what it is like to imitate a mentally ill person you have just met so vividly that it looks like he is alive.

After saying the above words, Hercule adjusted his movements and continued to pull the body towards the top of the building. For the first time today, he discovered that the character assigned to him in the game still had a lot of weight. The blood in his body was obviously flowing all over the corridor, but his weight didn't seem to lighten at all.

When I say I regret, I mean it sincerely.

He was sincere when he said he wanted to dismember his body.

Harvey, again, your friends have done so much for you, so you'd better be grateful.

"……clown."

On the other side of the phone, Harvey finally spoke. He adjusted his tone and tone several times so that he would not sound particularly panicked. In the final analysis, a man who has stood by what is right for the past decades is determined to defeat his opponents. This bottom line requires a lot of psychological preparation.

He has to think about the consequences, the way out and the future, and repeatedly ask himself: Is it really worth it?

More importantly, Harvey is at that point of choice.

He called Hercule, on the one hand, to persuade Hercule to stand on his side, to listen to and support his rhetoric of "exerting extraordinary means to safeguard justice", to alleviate the torture of his conscience, and to prepare for the upcoming crisis. Prepare for exoneration in the trial;

On the other hand, he did regard Hercule as a 'fellow traveler', that is, a friend whose opinions were worthy of reference. Otherwise, why wouldn't he try to win over other people's positions?

The difficulty is that any answer Hercule gives in a normal way may upset the balance in Harvey's mind and push him in the wrong direction. A person who is thinking astray cannot listen to dissuasive remarks, as the failure of Batman and Gordon proves.

But the sudden change and the appearance of the "clown" without any warning broke the boundary of black and white, and also dragged the prosecutor who was divided into good and evil by light and shadow back to reality.

- Even if you claim to be righteous and no one understands you, even if you believe that it is more efficient to stop evildoers by evil means than to become a government official, now something has happened that you cannot undo.

Harvey Dent, you are not as powerful as you think, and you are not always right.

As Hercule expected, Harvey had prepared for his friends to become future enemies, but he never expected that one of them would die.

His nerves, which had not yet been completely fixed on coldness and ruthlessness, were suddenly shocked by this news and he didn't know what to do. His human side that had not yet died suddenly came back, so that his voice was slightly shaken:

"Where is Hercule? What did you do to him? If I find out that you are a liar, I will shoot you in the head!"

"He's dead, sweetheart. I plan to hang his body on the tower. If it's too heavy, I will remove one arm first. If it still can't hang, I will break another leg."

The somewhat funny mechanical voice said without ups and downs,

"Why are you so indecisive now? The Harvey Dent I know is more cruel and more interesting, hahahaha! He will want to kill me while discussing with me how to use the body of his former friend more efficiently. Of course, he can't kill me, otherwise I won't be chatting with you here, ha! You are equally incompetent, but he is more interesting!"

Hercule did two things at the same time and finally stood on the top floor of the clock tower. The bat lasso was still hanging there, and from a distance one could hear it shouting in a long voice: "I am Batman--"

The punctuation was different every time.

He pulled the body over and gestured at the dial, feeling that the task of "hanging the body out" was really difficult to complete. Perhaps pruning the branches and leaves was not just a joke, but also necessary.

The cane was thrown downstairs when the body was carried. Hercule found an iron pipe from the pile of debris and hit the right arm of the body quickly and accurately, as if there was no connection between the two of them.

'Bang'! Blood splashed on Hercule's trouser legs, and he actually felt a little happy in his heart-it was better not to grow the parts that he didn't feel at ordinary times.

Hibida squatted on the windowsill, making a terrible cat cry that sounded like a frightened cat.

On the other side of the phone, Harvey listened to the voice that became more and more terrifying because he couldn't see the picture, and used a high-definition color selfie to make up for it in his mind, and he was almost about to explode with Hibida.

There were signs of his dual personality tendency. At this moment, the kind side was in pain and wanted to wail and cry, while the cruel side was excited and excited and shouted loudly to seek revenge on the Joker.

The Irish Mafia, Wilkinson, reporters, colleagues... nothing was as important as it was a few minutes ago. He jumped down from the steps of the hiding place and strode out like a madman. When he arrived at the parking lot and opened the car door, he remembered something and took out the coin from his pocket with shaking hands.

He couldn't control himself.

The coin spun and flew into the air, and the back end fell neatly in his hand.

Front.

Harvey stared at the head on the coin without thinking, hung up the call with the "Joker", and took the initiative to enter Batman's number. He pressed the number three times in a short line, deleted it twice, and argued with himself with the same mouth:

"Are you crazy?! You finally deceived him, and now you want to let him know your actions?"

"I can't help it! He is the one who is good at finding and saving people!"

"We just need to kill the Joker! If you can't do it, let me do it!"

"--Where is Hercule Hugo? He is not important?!"

"..."

"He is very important to me." The prosecutor said coldly, "You can go kill people, but I must save people."

"..."

The other personality couldn't stop himself from contacting Batman.

The call was connected in less than a second.

Harvey didn't care who answered the phone, and said straight to the point: "Hercule is with the Joker, and it is very likely that something has happened."

In the Batcave, Robin's pupils trembled!

Batman was looking for Harvey's whereabouts in the city, and at this time he also heard the voice on the phone. In an instant, under a round moon in Gotham City that was emitting bright and clear light, there was a sharp sound of a cloak being gathered. The Dark Knight landed heavily on the roof and asked:

"What's going on? I didn't tell you the Joker's code name. How did you know it?"

Harvey said sarcastically: "You don't trust anyone, but I have my own channels. The Joker called me. He was in the Gotham clock tower. I heard the bell."

Batman set off immediately, without considering whether Harvey was lying at the first time. He jumped into the Batmobile and continued to ask calmly: "Where is the detective?"

The on-board Batcomputer received the photo sent by Harvey.

"You may see something different." Harvey said sharply. Their relationship could not go back after all. "I didn't mean to lie to you. The Joker seemed to intend to... to do some artistic processing on the corpse."

Batman looked at the photo for several times, without saying much, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

**

In the clock tower, Hercule used an iron pipe to support the collar of the corpse, trying to hang it to the bulge in the center of the dial. Both hands were very quiet, perhaps asleep, only the bat lasso chattered endlessly.

"What are you doing?" asked the lasso.

Hercules paused and said to it in surprise: "So you can say other things?"