Three-stream detection simulator

Then Hercule was stopped at the entrance of the train station.

When Director Gordon heard about this incident, his mind was filled with ellipses and question marks. He was not sure why his ally (to be determined) who couldn't pass the security check should make such a fuss to report to him. Batman was disappearing every day, and no police officer was seen saying anything. They ticketed the Batmobile for running a red light.

But Harvey said: "Hercule's collection was a bit... peculiar and it scared the security staff."

Even when he saw the security screen when he arrived at the scene, he wanted to ask the detective why you stuffed human organs into the suitcase, until Hercule took out the silver... Metal heart model.

"..." It was quite sudden.

Before the security officer could recover, he asked him tremblingly with a blanket covering his body: "Why do you carry such a thing with you?"

Hercule glanced at Harvey first, and then answered the security officer's question seriously: "This is my source of inspiration..."

Who is such a vindictive person? Harvey quickly interrupted: "This is a teaching prop." He walked over and explained to several staff members for a long time. When he came back, he patted the detective on the shoulder and swallowed what he wanted to say. The meaning was probably: Forget it, it's better. The hallucinogen is stronger.

Hercule thanked him, closed his suitcase under the strange eyes of countless onlookers, and set off on his journey to New York again.

**

Ever since he said the famous line "I am Iron Man" in front of reporters, Tony Stark's photo and name have been on the headlines of major newspapers in New York for a long time. Pepper has to deal with it every day. I have to deal with the media at work, and after dealing with the media and my boss, my life is very boring.

Finally, things changed today. Happy Hogan, Tony's driver and bodyguard, was full of joy when he handed over the newspaper: "Lucky day, Pepper. Stark Industries' stock price has stabilized, and the newspaper reporter finally paid attention. The force went elsewhere.”

Isn't it because Stark's stock price has been stable that there is nothing to fall? Little Pepper leaned back on the chair helplessly, took the newspaper without any hope and read the title, then straightened up all of a sudden.

But she believes that there is no causal relationship between Happy's two sentences. The media's shift in attention is entirely because the New York native feels that he has been provoked - there are rumors that Bruce Wayne, a well-known rich man who has just returned home from Gotham City, funded Bought a building on Manhattan's Upper West Side.

This seemed to be a prelude for Gothamites to enter New York real estate. Financial giants took notice and began to manipulate public opinion to build momentum for their own interests. It doesn’t matter what exactly Bruce Wayne spent the money on, it matters what metaphor people interpreted from it.

In addition, readers have begun to feel tired of the endless coverage of Stark Enterprise news in recent days. The savvy editors immediately seized the opportunity to feed them some porridge and side dishes to relieve everyone's nerves that are always tense due to major news.

Although it was a coincidence, Pepper was still relieved. She and Happy were sitting in the office admiring the handsome face of Mr. Wayne, a kind-hearted person in the photo. After more than ten seconds, Pepper suddenly stood up holding the newspaper: "No, I have to go find Tony."

Happy asked blankly: "What?"

Pepper: "Reuse resources."

Gotham's playboys have all invested in New York. As the CEO of Stark Group, is it a bit unprofessional to sit in a lab and sleep all day long?

Although Tony Stark is not doing his job for a day or two anymore, maybe other people's children can be a little inspiration.

**

Many people say that it is easier to enjoy the shade against a big tree, and Hercule feels this way now. The address given by Harvey Dent stated that the target Marshall lived in a luxury apartment called Aria on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, New York. With Hercule's financial resources, and if he receives five more commissions to find cats and dogs for walking, he might be able to buy a toilet in this land where every inch of land is precious.

But now that there is someone named Wayne on the team, everything becomes different.

Aria has another nickname, calling her teammates’ home.

Hercule walked into the elevator with his suitcase. The amount of exercise he had done today had exceeded his limit. His legs betrayed his brain and he began to limp inconspicuously when walking, so he couldn't wait to find a place to sit down quickly.

The target Marshall lives in Room B on the 10th floor. The house Bruce left in his hands is Room C on the 10th floor. It is a two-bedroom, one-living room with 200 square meters of fine decoration. The water and electricity property fees have been extended to next year. The key was given just the morning before departure. Alfred Pennyworth, the Wayne Mansion butler who returned to Gotham, personally sent it to him, and specifically hinted to the detective that there was no need to rush to return it.

It is rare to see rich people who understand people's hearts so well, so Hercule could not help but put aside the doubts about him.

The elevator goes up to the 10th floor, and the resident directly opposite is 10D.

Hercule just took a step forward, but couldn't help but slowly take it back, because the door of the resident in front of him was open unbridled, the living room decorations were clearly visible, there were photography lights piled in the corner, and the leaflets piled messily at the door were all Film and television related. The homeowner is a thin, middle-aged man with gray hair. He is sitting on a sofa chair, listening to the radio and drinking coffee.

When he saw Hercule, he was stunned for a moment, and hesitated for a few seconds because of Hercule's unsociable temperament caused by Charm 35, but he quickly turned down the radio volume, jumped up from the chair and walked to the door. , raising a commercially enthusiastic tone: "Hello! Welcome to Aria, I am Oliver Putnam, you can call me Oliver."

There are few such active neighbors in Gotham City. Hercule switched to his right hand to carry his luggage and took off his hat with his left hand to say hello: "Hello."

Fortunately, the side effects of the skill ‘Heaven Sensing’ have subsided a lot during this period, and the two of them can have a normal conversation instead of one explaining and the other calling the police. Oliver opened the door of his house and asked, "Are you here to find someone? Or do you want to live here?"

Hercule answered as he walked: "I am Hercule Hugo, and I will live in 10C."

Hearing that he was a neighbor, Oliver took the initiative a little more. He rushed out, plucked the threads of his sweater while Hercule was not paying attention, straightened his back and said, "Nice to meet you! Hercule... Hercule ?" He opened his eyes in surprise, "This name is a bit rare, I mean, it sounds like a detective."

Hercule adjusted the brim of his hat.

He realized that Mr. Oliver Putnam was probably a fan of suspense stories - the radio program played in the living room just now was about criminal events, and Oliver could immediately associate it with detective novels from 'Hercule', and there was a hint in his tone. Faintly excited.

Hercule was a little unsure whether to disclose his occupation to the other party, but considering that a resident who lived in Aria all year round might provide a lot of valid information...

"In fact, detective can be considered my job."

He finally admitted it, and felt a little regret the moment he said it—New Yorkers’ social angst is terrible. If Oliver's eyes only lit up when he heard his name before, now his eyes were literally shining, and without Hercule opening his mouth, he automatically came over and said diligently: "Do you need my help with your luggage, Mr. Hugo?" ? It was you who bought 10C?"

"It's actually my friend's house, but I'll be living here temporarily."

"Your friend is so generous. The house here is not cheap, especially after there are bids from outsiders, the house price has become higher." Oliver said happily, his movements were a little more exaggerated than ordinary people, "What do you think of me? Profession?"

Hercule was silent.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Oliver became cautious: "I didn't mean to offend, maybe it didn't look that obvious...? It's normal for you not to know."

"No, I just-not all detectives can tell what other people's jobs are at a glance, and even if they can, they won't explain it immediately. From my personal point of view, I prefer a calmer form of expression-" He Erkee wanted to end the topic, but in the end, out of pride, he reluctantly replied, "You are a Broadway theater director, and you have watched too many Sherlock Holmes spin-offs."

"..."

Silence fell in the corridor.

After a while, Oliver said, "Not that many times."

"..."

Oliver said coquettishly: "Next time, should I read some Poirot?" This topic could not go on, so he quickly changed the topic, "Are you from New York?"

Hercule opened the door, invited Oliver in and closed the door tightly before replying: "No, I used to work in Gotham."

Although the whole journey takes less than half a month.

"Gotham!!" This place name obviously triggered the Broadway director's sensitive nerves again. He couldn't help but excitedly spun around twice before asking in a low voice, "Is that devil's city really as scary as the rumors say? I I noticed that you closed the door tightly when you mentioned Gotham City. Is there something secret going on in this building? Are you moving in with a commission? "

Hercule made a pause gesture in a state of laughter and tears: "You have too many questions, Mr. Director..."

"Call me Oliver."

"Okay, Oliver." Hercule put the suitcase aside in an orderly manner, took off his coat and hung it on the rack at the door. He walked to the sofa and sat down, then invited Oliver to sit opposite, and then said, "Gotham It’s a dangerous place indeed.”

Oliver blurted out and asked: "Is it because of the legendary Batman?"

"..." Hercule subconsciously glanced at the door and windows. He was a little unsure whether the bat teammate designated by Harvey Dent was now in place. "No, it has nothing to do with Batman. His legend The story is too far away from ordinary people. Let’s talk about this apartment first, Oliver. For example, is there anyone living in 10B next door?

"Yes." Oliver thought about it carefully, "Is it called Marshall Fordham or Hoffman...? We all call him Marshall, and we met several times when we were riding in the elevator. I remember he said that he was from Arizona. "Not long after I moved here, I often stay up at night and have a disordered schedule." He put his hand to the corner of his mouth and whispered to Hercule, "You don't look like a good person."

"But I don't know more about it. He never showed up when the property management organized activities downstairs, and he didn't usually communicate with us. If you want to know more, you can try asking our building manager. She was a woman named Ursula, who had some weird part-time jobs and was always selling us expired milk, but she was very well-informed.”

"Thank you." Hercule said sincerely, "I will ask when I have time."

"You're welcome... Actually, I also have something to ask you for help." Oliver said hesitantly, "As you can see, I am indeed a director. In addition to working on Broadway, I also, well, work with several people in private. A friend has a podcast about true crime. Would you mind being a guest on it? We could do a great episode about you and a case.”

Doing a BBC or Broadway style show?

Hercules said tactfully: "I'll think about it. Maybe you can talk to me after I finish packing my luggage."

This is the order to leave. Oliver walked towards the door reluctantly: "No problem. I usually don't close the door. You can consult me ​​at any time if you have any questions!"

As soon as he left, Hercules opened the system panel.

[You feel someone is watching you. ]

This time the detective was familiar with the route. The first thing he did was not to look for possible cameras in the room, but to say to the empty living room: "Batman?"

The wind blew the gauze curtains, and there was no movement outside the door and window.

Hercules was thinking that it shouldn't be right. He was delayed at the security checkpoint for a while and almost missed the train. Batman should have arrived long ago. As a result, he turned around again and found someone with pointed ears in front of the study door, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, standing there for an unknown period of time.