Three-stream detection simulator

Gang members are in hot pursuit.

Hercule wanted to ask Batman several times why he didn't prepare some long-range attacks. Considering that he was now driving other people's expensive cars, he tried hard to hold back.

Batman himself was very patient, lying on the roof of the car to direct traffic for Hercule. He still had time to ask Shania: "Isn't the innkeeper with you?"

Shania didn't answer for a long time.

Batman waited for a moment, and a hint of worry arose in his heart: "Ms. Fordham?"

Shania tightened her seat belt and kept her balance on the front seat: "I...vomit!!"

Edward heard an ominous voice coming from behind and felt hairs creeping down his spine. He relied on the courage he had cultivated since birth to restrain himself from screaming, but his voice still sounded sharper than usual: "Shania Fu Tammo! Don’t throw up in the car!”

Shania retched a few times and barely restrained herself: "I... I'm okay. You ask Jermaine? He and I went to the post office to mail things, and we met Edward on the way. After we came back, someone set a fire not long after we slept... Jermaine's identity is somewhat special. He...ahem, is a subordinate of Alberto Falcone..."

In the rearview mirror, a smile flashed across Hercule's lips. Shania was about to explain this matter when she saw his smile. She felt that the temperature around her had dropped a bit for some reason. Goosebumps appeared on her arms, giving rise to a hazy and unreasonable sense of crisis, as if her entire body was in danger. Seen through.

But that smile was fleeting, and when Shania focused her attention to look at Hercule's expression again, she only saw the detective struggling with the steering wheel with a serious expression.

Batman asked, "He went to negotiate with those who were pursuing us?"

"Yes. But he can't directly defend us, or even show similar tendencies. Otherwise, his life will be in danger. We can only rely on ourselves."

"Don't worry, ma'am," Hercule soothed, "This car has extraordinary performance and will soon be able to outrun them."

He never said unfounded words, and sure enough, after a few minutes, the pursuer gradually lost sight of his shadow. Hercule drove around on the side road a few more times just in case, and finally parked the Batmobile. The parking spot was close to the northwest of Gotham River. The moment the sea breeze rushed into her nose, Shania immediately jumped out of the car and rushed to the river to vomit.

Edward Nygma finally escaped the danger of being spat on all over his face and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Detective, it's time for you to put me down... Do you really have a driver's license? Why are our driving speeds so erratic? "

Hercule was embarrassed to say that as soon as his adrenaline was secreted, his arms and legs took turns losing control. He often stepped on the accelerator too deeply or stepped on the brake too shallowly due to insufficient tactile feedback.

He squeezed past Batman, got out of the car through the raised rear cover, and said seriously: "This is a little trick to get rid of the pursuers."

Edward moved his fixed wrist: "Wait a minute, you haven't helped me untie this thing yet!"

"yes."

Hercule straightened the hem of his coat. His pockets were extra full today, so much so that when Hercule put his hand into his pocket, Edward's heartbeat was momentarily unbalanced.

As a result, he saw Hercule take out his old hat from his bulging pocket and put it on his head.

Edward: "..."

A little lucky, but also a little disappointed.

Just as he was savoring this rare complex emotion, he saw Hercule squatting down and looking at him, and asked in a calm and curious tone: "I want to know, Shania Fordham killed What good does his husband do to you? Is it really just a matter of interest for you to be involved?"

Edward paused for breath. The time of the entire universe seems to have stopped at this moment, and even the sound of running water and wind in my ears have quietly disappeared. He felt his fingers were cold and numb, as if blood suddenly flowed back to his heart. But Edward Nygma was not afraid, he was just... just a little surprised and confused.

At this moment, a "click" sound came from behind Hercule.

Standing by the river, Shania stood up, pulled out the pistol from under her nightgown, raised it forward, pointed at the back of Hercule's head and pulled the safety: "Hercule... Detective, I'm sorry. Batman. , Should I call you that? No matter who you are, just stand there and don’t move, or I will kill them both.”

Edward struggled again but did not break away. He rolled his eyes, smiled on his face, and asked Hercule enthusiastically: "How did you guess it?"

"I thought you couldn't wait to let me know something." Hercule, like him, completely ignored the cold muzzle behind him. They were immersed in similar endless fun that could only be experienced at the moment when the answer to the mystery was revealed. Among them, "You said to me on the night of the 7th, 'There is no way Hastings, the friend of the great detective Poirot, will be the murderer in the story' - you believed that I would get the clue that night."

"That's right," Edward said, "I said that."

"Edward Nygma!" Shania's angry voice came from behind, "I'm not mean to you!"

"Quiet!" Edward said impatiently, "Listen to the detective first!"

Hercule said: "What happened that night? Bruce Wayne was attacked by members of the Black Band, and so was I. But there's a problem. First, the innkeeper Jermaine has a second identity, the Mafia. A subordinate of leader Alberto Falcone. In the days when the Romans ruled Gotham, no gang operation could escape the eyes of a Falcone, and Jermaine's Inn was strategically located to keep it safe. Personnel carry out their tasks in private without saying a word.”

"So why did the attacker come in through a second-floor window? If he came to kill me with Jermaine's permission, why not go through a more convenient and less risky door?"

"So I think," Hercule looked into Edward's eyes and said slowly, "the person who gave the order didn't want Jermaine to know. So who was the killer assigned to? I know only a handful of people in this city. Who would want to threaten me or take my life?"

"This is too much." Edward said cheerfully, "It doesn't explain anything. You must know that the background of Gotham is chaos."

"Indeed." Hercule agreed, "But there was a second thing that puzzled me that night. As soon as I killed the killer, the police rushed in from the door. We went to the police station, Bruce Way Well, he called the police, so have you ever thought about why they dispatched the police so quickly and accurately? Let’s not talk about why they pay attention to someone like Bruce Wayne..."

He considered his explanation for a moment, and then said politely: "The speculation of a not-so-smart rich man——"

There was a crunching sound from the front, the sound of Batman's arm armor rubbing against the surface of the Batmobile. The Gotham vigilante changed his standing posture expressionlessly: "You continue."

Hercule glanced at him suspiciously, always feeling that something was wrong, but his desire to reveal the mystery in one breath took over, so he concentrated on continuing: "They sent out so many people just for the sake of a possible outcome." An attack that might not have happened? If the GCPD was so dedicated, Gotham would have ranked first among the most livable cities in the world."

"..."

Even Shania listened with rapt attention. When Hercule paused after finishing a long speech, she couldn't help but ask: "So?"

"At this time, please allow me to introduce another inference of mine." Hercule's smile deepened, "The hotel owner Jermaine also has a third identity, that is, a police undercover agent. And this identity of his, even with his many years Shania and Corbin Fordham, his old friends and classmates in middle school, don’t know.”

Shania's pupils were really shocked: "What did you say?!"

On the contrary, Edward shouted loudly: "Fifty points for Hercule Hugo!!" He also wanted to pat his thigh or the armrest to express his excitement, but he forgot that he was still tied to the chair. , I almost pulled my wrist out of joint with a strong force, and the last few words suddenly turned into a cry of pain, "Ah!"

Hercule's last words came belatedly: "So, during the day on the 7th, I heard Jermaine's phone call. The person on the other end was not Heibang, but the police. The police had begun to suspect Shania Fordham. They Deciding to take action on the night of the 7th, Detective Bullock stood guard outside Shania's room, and Shania happened to live next door to me. But the operation was interrupted by an accident, and Shania hired a killer. To deal with me, the police had to come forward, and then in order not to alert the enemy, when Bruce Wayne admitted to calling the police, he simply blamed him for the reason for calling the police."

"I must applaud you!" Edward said, "although I can't do it!"

Hercule nodded humbly as if he had just finished a grand performance, and then said: "In general, it is Shania Fordham's lies that frame this entire story. She told me her Her husband, Corbin Fordham, doesn't like to take her with him when he works. This is a lie. Shania, Corbin, and Jermaine should all be members of the mafia. The couple's careers are usually dominated by women. Therefore, Shania. Nia will discover that the employee who made the deal with Corbin is no longer an employee, but Bruce Wayne..."

"Creak-" The Batmobile whined again.

Hercule asked Batman without looking up: "What's wrong with you?"

Batman replied in a deep voice: "I'm thinking about the not-so-smart Wayne you mentioned."

Edward urged: "Keep going!"

Hercule: "Of course, Mr. Wayne has been back in Gotham for a while, and he will not let the Wayne Group board of directors remain outside his control. Numerous financial reports have mentioned the recent stock market It seems that part of the turmoil was caused by dealing with internal traitors.”

"But Shania and Corbin Fordham need money. They messed up a deal between the Romans and an out-of-town gang, and they need a lot of money to buy a way out or fly away. The ghost in Wayne Group is gone. No, the troubles he can solve are quite limited, but Bruce Wayne is different. The chairman of Wayne Group owns the entire business empire. If he can be pulled onto this broken ship, all the difficulties will be solved——"

Having said this, Hercule breathed out a sigh of relief and showed a pleased smile: "This will take care of me...that morning when I passed by Wayne Manor. Shania Fordham had predicted that Bruce Wayne would leave from the banquet When he came back, he transported Corbin Fordham's body to the gate of the manor, intending to use his husband's body to blackmail the richest man in Gotham."