Three-stream detection simulator

The prestige of Argos was unimaginably high, and it wasn't until Myron and Juliana discovered the symbol on Hercule's cuffs that they truly relaxed.

"To be honest, I was worried just now that you were sent by Batman to test everyone!" Juliana breathed a sigh of relief and slumped on the sofa in the living room. "He is a very suspicious guy. Although everyone who is dissatisfied with him People and those who want to escape will be invisible under the illumination of the bat light. He will still let his henchmen patrol everywhere to eliminate even the slightest bit of places in the city that do not suit his liking. We can neither show it. Too honest, because you probably heard the conversation between Myron and I and have been following us for a long time, but you can’t say too much, otherwise you will be arrested at the police station and questioned..."

Myron respected Hercule: "Messenger, I would like to ask you to convey the news here and let people know that another free land has fallen under the sway of Omega!"

"You should call me by my name, or call me detective."

While they were talking, Juliana's mechanical dog ran to the washing machine with clothes in its mouth. Hercule watched its movements from the corner of his eye and said, "It sounds like you know more about the inside story than you let on. "

"This is not the first day that the name Omega appeared in Smallville." Myron said, "There is a terrible rumor that Batman really found a way to pass on his memories and make him immortal. After other superheroes died and lived in seclusion, he apparently disappeared with his former companions, but in fact he turned his power to the dark, intending to gain power in this universe after the magic disappeared. Dominance."

Hercule didn't say whether he believed it or not: "Why would he do this?"

Juliana: "Immortality comes at a price, detective. Extending lifespan against the laws of nature will make people crazy, and Batman is obviously crazy. He abandoned the code name when he was a hero and called himself 'Omega'. This is proof."

"And he transformed the patients at Arkham Asylum." Myron added, "He eliminated the chaotic thoughts in the patients' brains, forced them to work for him, and controlled the artificial intelligence within government agencies to build mechanical soldiers. Legion. Gotham City and several surrounding islands have been in the hands of Omega for a long time. Mr. Argos is organizing a rescue with the World Government. Unfortunately, the progress is very slow. "

"Julianna and I have been paying attention to the progress of the incident and were preparing to join the volunteer team after the army captured Gotham City. Who would have thought that in such a siege, Batman would be able to spare his men and occupy the city silently? Smallwell?"

Myron said bitterly, "Now everyone is trapped at home and can't act rashly. A few young people in the city who have prestige and are unwilling to surrender to Batman have quietly established a resistance army. That being said, we have no choice but to I have nothing but information. I can only meet in private on a rainy day when the bat light cannot be turned on and complain..."

Juliana slightly defended her own inability: "The main reason is that Batman came too suddenly. Smallville is not a port city like Gotham. Only agriculture and tourism are relatively developed. We have simulated Omega and the government before. In the war sandbox of the army, everyone agreed that the best way out for the Omega side was to go north to attack the coastal cities instead of marching westward. His arrival surprised everyone - I mean, what on earth does Smallville have? What attracts Batman?"

The detective adjusted his jacket to cover the Apocalypse Company logo on the cuffs of his shirt, and then said slowly: "I thought Smallville always had a special attribute worth remembering."

Myron and Juliana looked at each other in confusion.

"This is the hometown of Superman." Hercule reminded them, "and Superman is Batman's comrade."

"——But those are all old-fashioned legends!" Juliana blurted out.

At this moment, she noticed that the wet figure on the sofa turned its head. His two arms were supporting his thighs, his shoulders were hanging down, and the cross above his neck was slightly tilted to the left. There were no facial features on the damp wood, but it seemed that he was 'observing' carefully.

"It is true that many years have passed, but for some people, some things are like they happened yesterday and will never fade from their minds."

This man, who looks and behaves extremely strangely, said in an understatement, "Superman may be exactly what Batman is."

His words brought a sense of heaviness, but the two young policemen in 2064 failed to understand it. Myron scratched his head and asked carefully: "Are you reminding us to learn to think from the enemy's perspective when guessing the enemy's intentions? Superman may become a special entry point to defeat Omega?"

Juliana asked confusedly: "Is Batman's goal going to be the Superman Museum in the city that is about to close down? Or will he put some important items in it? From a strategic point of view..."

She gradually couldn't continue talking, and she felt from the bottom of her heart that the detective didn't mean it. However, she couldn't think of anything worth caring about for Superman, an alien who died a long time ago and a superpower who left nothing behind, apart from his empty personal museum filled with reports.

Hercule didn't speak either. His whole person had a sense of antiquity that was out of tune with the times, and even the cross looked like it was from half a century ago. He seemed to be thinking all the time, and he seemed to be just distracted. After a while, he stood up and asked: "Officers, thank you for your cooperation. But I still have a question, who is missing in Smallville City?"

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Superman suddenly woke up, his memory stuck at the moment when he and Hercule entered the small town of Smallville. He didn't know how he ended up in this strange environment. Heavy rain, tall buildings, unprecedented street names and fast-moving vehicles, the lights blurred into groups of shadows. The details of the city were astonishing when he looked at it. He could even use X-rays to see through the various structures inside these buildings. resident.

There is a retro-style red phone booth next to it. The glass surface is washed by the rain and is reflective. The entrance--\u003e\u003e

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The good news is that Superman can clearly see his appearance through mirror reflection: black hair, blue eyes, handsome appearance, tall and strong body, there is a slight difference in appearance from the real Superman that can be ignored. He was wearing a old-fashioned brown shirt, jeans, black-rimmed glasses on his face, and a distinctive, instantly recognizable curly hair on his forehead.

This is undoubtedly Clark Kent, but...

Before Superman could figure out the reason, an elderly voice came from not far away: "Come here, young man! Don't stand in the rain!"

Superman followed the sound and saw an old man leaning on the window sill waving to him. He immediately walked over without hesitation. The old man then motioned for him to go upstairs. Clark paused for a moment before finally entering the elevator in front.

As he walked up, Clark discovered that the building was taller than he had imagined. However, the height does not give people a sense of openness. Instead, it looks a bit cramped because the surrounding buildings are either higher or level. The old man's room was very small. There was only room for a bed and a cupboard in the bedroom. The foyer after entering was next to the bathroom, making it difficult to even turn around.

Clark slowly walked through the debris on both sides and said hello to the old man sitting on the bed: "Hello, I'm Clark."

"Hello, child." The old man said with a smile, "I saw that you were a little worried standing alone in the rain, so I asked you to come upstairs. Didn't anyone tell you not to go out on rainy days?"

"No." Clark stopped at the door. He knew that his size was actually very oppressive. "I come from other places. What's the point of the rain here?"

"Welcome to Smallville City." The old man took the initiative to sit closer to him and said kindly, "Not traveling on rainy days is a suggestion we old guys like to make. No matter how young people act recklessly, listen to It’s normal not to go in.”

Clark concealed his surprise: "Smallwell City...? Please explain, I will abide by the rules here."

"Not to mention rules, the first thing is kryptonite radiation." The old man explained, "Decades ago, people went to Smallville Town in order to kill the descendants of Supergirl and Superman - oh, it was just a little-known town at that time. The town - a lot of green kryptonite. Those of us who have been through the war believe in the idea that what you do will reward you sooner or later. The stone in his hometown will be treated in the same way. Way to come back with a vengeance.”

"Although many scientists say that the radiation concentration in Smallville will not harm the human body, every time there is a heavy rain here, people will get sick inexplicably, or see the crops on the farm wither. Maybe this is Superman's power The ghost came back to take revenge through the rain. Of course, I can also make some scientific explanations, such as the rain washing the radioactive materials in the air to the ground, raising the environmental radiation level in a short period of time..."

Clark was stunned. The old man continued: "However, there is a second reason to avoid rainy days recently. It is that the bat light cannot be turned on in bad weather, and those guys with ulterior motives may take the opportunity to sneak out and cause trouble for you!"

"Bat light?!"

It's hard to say which is more shocking: "People go to great lengths to kill Kryptonians" or "There is a Batman in Smallville City." Clark's super brain was running at high speed, and it took him an hour to barely extract the background of the world from the old man's mouth.

This is Earth in 2064, the era of superheroes is over, and your story is over.

(But I don’t know why Batman’s doesn’t.)

The young Superman sat on a short bedside table with mixed emotions, feeling a bit like an adult riding in a children's toy car. The old man's mouth was dry as he spoke. After drinking water, he asked: "There are too few children in this city who are willing to listen to older people. I am very grateful to you, Clark, but you came at the wrong time. The war is just It’s about to begin, why do you want to enter Smallville now?”

Clark replied: "I just wanted to come to my hometown with a friend to visit. I didn't expect her to become so... strange."

"Your hometown is Smallville? Oh, your name is Clark!" The old man suddenly understood and rubbed the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, "Even I forgot that Superman's name is Clark Kent. Your parents must be very special." Like Superman.”

This, uh, can't be wrong, Martha and Jonathan certainly love their adopted son.

Clark smiled awkwardly: "Thank you, old man, I have to go. You said that I shouldn't go out on a rainy day, but I lost my friend and I have to go find him immediately."

"What's his name?"

"Hercules, Hercules Hugo."

"Okay, I know a few old guys like me. If you still don't hear from me after dawn, I'll help you find out." The old man said, "Be careful, Clark, this city has been turned into a powder keg that is about to explode by someone with ulterior motives. Your relatives and friends may betray you at any time for profit or self-protection. You have the name of Superman and the same simple heart as him, but don't let yourself go to his end."

"..." Clark got goose bumps because of these words that sounded like a prophecy, and answered seriously, "I'll pay attention."

When he was about to walk out the door, the old man in the room said in a voice that was almost whispered:

"Also, remember to be wary of Apocalypse Company."

"The most sacred thing you have seen may be the darkest monster in this city."

The sound of rain outside the window has not stopped. Clark turned his head subconsciously, and saw the lightning split the night, illuminating the world into a white curtain. The old man placed two dried plants in the flowerpot on the windowsill. Their overlapping shadows were stretched very long in the room, and in an instant they looked like a huge cross silhouette. :,,.