Three-stream detection simulator

Five minutes later, four well-dressed humans rushed into the luxury car at lightning speed.

The driver, Happy Hogan, had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Pepper wearing high heels and being the last to get into the back seat and close the door, he immediately stepped on the accelerator and set off.

Oliver sat in the front row, while Tony, Pepper Potts and Hercule crowded in the back row, swaying from side to side as Happy went on a wild ride. Hercule pressed against the car door and sadly added one of the "Ten Commandments of Life" in his heart: Avoid acting alone when your sanity value is too low.

He felt a lot of regret and silently calculated the recovery of the hidden attributes with his eyes closed. The system does not display the specific number of the sanity value, but assuming that the full value is 100, the first time the Mechanical Heart is used in Gotham, the sanity value decreases will be prompted six times in total, and each time it will be reduced by 10, and finally the theoretical value will be 40.

The second time I saw New York was two nights and two days after the first time, which was exactly 48 hours. According to the system, the sanity value recovers over time. If the process is uniform, it is known that the second time the sanity value was deducted three times, and 11 hours later, Hercule felt that he had just returned to the baseline where he could control himself...

Hercule quickly formulated two equations, but unfortunately they contained three unknowns.

It seems that I still need to find an opportunity to use the reward props again, and at least calculate the approximate number of replies per hour.

He opened his eyes with some regret. Next to him, Pepper was holding up a tablet to describe the process of the lecture to Tony. The latter obviously did not listen carefully, which made the former look more like a desperate mother sending an illiterate child to the examination room.

Seconds later, Hercule noticed that Tony was sending him a distress signal. The majestic Iron Man, with his chin propped up and wearing sunglasses, was expressionless, but his fingers were tapping on the armrest of the leather seat, typing out a Morse code that said he was hopeless: Good brother, please help me, let her say goodbye. of!

Is it fun for these two people to torture each other every day?

Hercule didn't want to disturb, but Tony knocked the chair so loudly that Pepper couldn't help but ask: "Is your hand possessed by a woodpecker?"

"..." Hercule coughed to show his presence, "Ms. Potts."

"Mr. Hugo." Pepper was well-trained and immediately responded with a formulaic smile, "What's the matter?"

Tony breathed a sigh of relief and secretly gave the detective a thumbs up, but in fact Hercule suddenly remembered that he really had something to ask: "Allow me to ask a question that may be a bit out of bounds. Is there only one Ark reactor on display?”

"Huh? This is not a trade secret." Pepper thought for a moment and replied, "You should know that since Tony... Stark Industry is transitioning to energy, and the Ark Reactor is one of our main publicity projects. It has already There is cooperation in this regard.”

"What are the identities of most buyers?"

"It's mainly government departments and research institutions. Is there any problem here?"

"No—I'm not sure," said Hercule equivocally. "Someone thought that might be worth noting."

Pepper seemed half-understood, and said hesitantly: "Stark has many opponents, and any transaction has a certain probability of being a trap... I will investigate carefully, thank you."

Hercule did not actually mean this, but he did not correct Ms. Pepper's misunderstanding. A minute later they arrived at the Aria apartment. Outside the building were a few bored political reporters, all of whom looked stunned.

After a while, someone trembled and stood up straight, dialed the phone, pulled his neck and shouted: "Iron Man is here!!"

As soon as the words fell, a herd effect was triggered. Countless people came from all directions, raised the camera high, and asked everywhere: "Where is it? Where is it?"

Little Pepper has long been used to it, and the smile on her face is perfect. Tony adjusted his collar absentmindedly. Hercule was motionless as a thinker, but Oliver seemed very calm - he was a director and had been famous when he was young.

Happy stuck his head out of the window: "Give way, make way for us! Sorry for being late, there is a traffic jam on the road. Can you let Mr. Stark enter the venue first, and then you can take pictures?!"

No one paid attention to Happy's words, and the flash lights were connected. After the car stopped, Tony opened the door and walked through the crowd without changing his expression: "My friends and I are going to attend a lecture. Yes, it is for social welfare and charity."

Oliver whispered happily to Hercule, "This is good publicity for our radio show."

Just imagine what the media would say to attract attention. The rather reserved and arrogant side of Hercule's character aroused goosebumps all over his body because he was about to be judged in the future.

He wanted to say a few sarcastic words, but Oliver had good intentions, so Hercule tried his best to hold back and said comfortingly: "You have a point."

As soon as I entered the door, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. The lecture was held in the conference room on the first floor. Hercule and the others were more than ten minutes late. The person standing on the stage was the secretary of New York Mayor Norman Osborne. He was holding the podium and fell into a slightly awkward pause.

"Excuse me, please continue."

Tony found a chair in the back row and sat down.

Hercule sat next to him as low-key as possible. He originally wanted to ask Tony who Marshall was, but after thinking about Iron Man's interpersonal interactions, he turned back and asked Pepper in a low voice: "Ms. Potts, is there anyone you know here? ?”

"I've met most people, but you mean the employees of Stark Group?" Pepper held the tablet and leaned down, her blond hair hanging down to cover her cheeks and her rapidly opening and closing mouth, "Third row on the right front The blond man, Marshall Hoffman, is a developer at the Department of Energy. Why is he here?"

"—Department of Energy?"

Following her instructions, Hercule found the target of the original trip to New York from the crowd - the person who received Shania Fordham's package. This guy was not in the room yesterday and had already escaped the fire released by the mutants. I wonder if he will have the same good luck at two o'clock today.

Marshall looked restless. He looked paler than Hercule who stayed up late and didn't sleep well. His light blond hair lay limply on his head, and his eyes were heavily green and black. He was picking at the edges of his notebook with his fingers, his head half lowered. People looked around carefully with their peripheral vision.

His nervousness was expected by Hercule, but the detective muttered: "No, why doesn't this person care about Iron Man at all?"

Tony was dozing openly under the cover of sunglasses, but he woke up after hearing Hercule's words: "You know how you feel to me now - this building is about to die, so the protagonist of the detective story concentrates, Like a hound that smells rabbit.”

Hercule's expression was solemn, not joking: "Your guess is completely correct, Iron Man. However, it is still uncertain who will die."

"Real or false?" Tony asked in surprise, "What's going on, is it related to the serial arson case mentioned in the police station? I remember that according to your story, the second suspect was the retired soldier who accidentally got involved. The soldiers haven't shown up yet."

"He appeared," Hercule answered unexpectedly, "and he was dead, right in front of me, leaving few useful clues."

"What?" The mayor's secretary's speech on the stage was too boring, and Oliver next to Pepper also came over, "Who is he?"

"Two mutants set a fire in the Aria apartment yesterday afternoon..." Hercule briefly recounted the incident, and then said, "One of the mutants has the ability to teleport. He is a soldier employed by the government's secret force. ”

Several people around him looked at him silently.

Hercule was baffled.

Tony: "I feel like you're skipping a lot of steps - how did you come to this conclusion?"

"I said he has received professional training. On the one hand, traces of militarization can be seen in his actions. On the other hand, how can Batman's interrogation be so easy to overcome?

Think about it, two mutants with extremely practical superpowers, who have been trained for a long time and have no reputation to the outside world. The most famous mutant organizations today do not treat recruits in this way, and mercenaries are usually loners, lack loyalty, and are rarely good at group combat. "

"But," Tony quickly questioned, "the soldiers in your story were crazy to set fire to."

Hercule thought: "I don't know if the people who planned the arson attack in New York would have such detailed considerations, but to be honest, the mutant we caught yesterday did say some crazy things related to religion. It doesn’t seem normal.”

The detective, Iron Man and Broadway director were having a lively conversation in the back row of the conference room. It was hard for Pepper to pretend not to hear, so she couldn't help but join in: "If Batman hadn't noticed the movement next door, they would have He escaped successfully during the date, and was discovered by the police at some point and was taken to the police station as the real murderer.”

Hercule agreed. In other words, if Batman and Hercule were not present, this would coincide with the plot of the game.

"So what happened to Marshall today?" Oliver said, "Is he related to the third suspect?"

"No, Marshall is another matter." Hercule shook his head and briefly introduced Marshall's identity and the diary with the date of his death.

"He used to be a researcher at the Stark Industries Division in Arizona?" After listening, Little Pepper understood why Hercule was so surprised when he learned that "Marshall Hoffman works for the Department of Energy." "If not A double major, the span of majors is quite large.”

"Actually, if you think about it, the strangest place is not here." Tony said, "If I were him, I would travel halfway across the United States to avoid being hunted. Even if I changed my name and appearance, I would never join the old company with such arrogance. He lives in Isn’t it a bit too glamorous to live in a wealthy man’s apartment on the Upper West Side and work under my nose during the day?”

"Indeed." Hercule replied, "So I think there is only one explanation, which is that Marshall is not as simple as he seems - the Marshall who lives in the Aria Apartments and the Marshall from Arizona are two real people."

The conclusion he spoke in a low voice had an excellent and dramatic effect as usual. Not only the surrounding area, but the entire hall seemed to fall silent.

The mayor's secretary in front finished his speech, and when he came off the stage with his speech, he glared at the poor students in the back row.

The second person to speak was the deputy commissioner of the New York Police Department's Community Affairs Department. His subordinate, Claire Berg, shot a man in the police station yesterday, causing a lot of chaos, which corresponds to the 'mole' in the detective story. I don't know if it was because of this, but the deputy commissioner looked very unhappy.

But the harsh attitude did not earn the deputy commissioner much attention.

The audience below was still chatting about their own affairs.

Hercule continued: "Batman found out Marshall's identity. How did he find out? It can only be deduced from the purchase and resident information of room 10B in Aria. The first is the name 'Marshall', which may be the real name , or it may be a pseudonym, but there must be traces wherever he goes. His payment slips in parking lots and gas stations, supermarket consumption records, web browsing history... all together form an image: Marshall Hoffman in our eyes.

But in fact, I have never seen him, Batman has not seen him, and none of us have seen him. "

"Now imagine if Marshall, let's continue to call him Marshall, what would be the first thing he would do when he came to New York from Arizona?"

Neighbor Oliver subconsciously replied: "Fake identification."

"Yes, he wants to completely separate his present from his past - to shape himself into a completely different person and hide in a place where he thinks he is safe where no one can find him."

Hercule said, "Iron Man said that Aria, the resident, is too beautiful, and I think so too, but what if he is a target deliberately pushed out by the real Marshall? A greedy scapegoat who may have ulterior motives, I even You can also make a bold guess about his name - it's also called Marshall, but his surname is Fordham."

Oliver felt it sounded familiar. After a while, he remembered it and said slightly excitedly: "Yes, that makes sense, Fordham! I remembered it! But where did you know about it?"

Hercule: "I still remember when we first met, I asked you who lived in 10B, and you told me very firmly that his name was Marshall, and his last name was uncertain. At that time, you gave two options, one was 'Huo' Fuman', and Fordham. This guy is not a professional spy, he must have let it slip."

Oliver said quickly: "Yes, when he first moved in, he went to the administrator to register information. They asked him what his name was. He first said that he was Marshall Fordham, and after a while he changed his name to Howard. Fuman. Ursula, the caretaker, called him an idiot, so that left an impression on me..."

"He may not be very smart, but he is not completely stupid." Hercule said with certainty. "At least he discovered the mystery in the diary deliberately left by the real Marshall - he saw the prophecy of death, and thus Realize your situation.”

Pepper was completely immersed in the fun of exploring the whole story of the incident, and was completely unaware of the look from the deputy commissioner on the stage: "Why did the real Marshall leave a diary?"

"I guess he initially swayed Fordham with money. A lot of money, a luxury apartment, and just a few months of living under someone else's identity. Fordham quickly agreed, and within the first few It was a very comfortable time for me to spend the day and night, spend the day and night.”

"It's a pity that Marshall wants to find a scapegoat, so he can't be made so comfortable, otherwise people who originally believed in the false identity will become suspicious. He has to make Fordham suspicious and fear for his life, but not completely lose hope and leave. So he left the diary with key pages torn out, waiting for Fordham to take the initiative to discover part of the truth. "

Having said this, Hercule turned to look at Tony: "Fordham did find the diary, and then he made a very interesting decision: he returned to work for the Stark Group."

He rereads on 're'.

Tony didn't seem to get the hint and rubbed his nose in confusion.

Pepper searched on the tablet: "Marshall Fordham... Fordham... He is an employee of the Stark Industrial Energy Department. He was fired on the spot a year ago because he wrote two wrong decimal points on experimental data. It was Tony’s doing!”

Tony was even more confused: "I don't remember it at all! It can't be my responsibility, right?"

Hercule exposed him mercilessly: "You said something last night, 'There are so many people named Marshall.' I thought you remembered it clearly."

"You're so annoying," Tony said. "Even if I remember, you can't blame me for this."

"Indeed, I think Fordham not only doesn't resent you, but maybe he actually admires Iron Man." Hercule agreed, "You see, when he found out that his life might be in danger, he didn't go to the police for help. "

Tony was a little stunned by the unexpected angle of analysis.

It took him a few seconds before he said: "He didn't say anything. I didn't notice it at all. Then he came to attend the lecture today..."

Pepper raised the corners of her mouth and spoke softly: "He believed you would come, Tony, even though you almost overslept and disappointed him."

"..." Not long after he became a superhero, Tony, who received such treatment for the first time, fell into thinking about life. However, when the deputy commissioner of the New York Police Department stepped down, he suddenly realized something was wrong:

"No, according to you, Fordham should be looking at me with all their attention as soon as I come here, but just like A said when he entered the field, he doesn't seem to care about Steel or Iron Man at all."

Hercule smiled, and Tony looked at him warily: "You don't have some secret deal with Pepper, right? Like the Stark Advancement Plan or something like that?"

Pepper immediately began to grind his teeth. She patted him on the back with the tablet and asked kindly: "How old do you think you are, Tony? I don't even have this kind of patience with my daughter."

Tony: "Your daughter? When did you have a daughter? I... forget it, A, where did you just say it?"

"Sorry, I never speak when I shouldn't." Hercule pretended to listen attentively to the lecture and said, "Please help yourself."

"No, no, no, you must know why Fordham lost interest in me. I only know how to make people fall in love with me from a distance, and I have no idea about annoying people, but I noticed that you seem to be good at this, Comrade A, Mr. A!"

Pepper: "Tony--!"

Tony raised his hands: "I was wrong, sorry, this is a joke. You can be annoying, A, but I swear I will always like you."

Hercule almost rolled his eyes at him without caring about his image. Pepper pressed the detective's shoulder hard, as if worried that he and Tony would suddenly fight.

But Hercule was not angry, and even wanted to laugh: "Whatever you say, Mr. Iron Man, I don't want to tell you the reason why Fordham fell in love with someone else, because I'm afraid it will hit your confidence."

When Tony heard that he changed his tone of speech, he felt that something bad must be wrong: "... Tell me more?"

Hercule seemed a little cunning: "Unfortunately, there is a more popular guy here!"

He kept it a secret and stopped talking. He listened to the host's speech with relish, imagining what Tony's expression would be when he found out the clues.

The next person to go on stage was a retired fire investigator, who gave a popular science lecture to the residents in the building. This content was much more practical, and Hercule listened very seriously.

He glanced at his watch in the middle: there were still ten minutes until two o'clock in the afternoon.

The hall where the lecture was held was filled with a heavy atmosphere, and it was easy for others to think that it was caused by afternoon sleepiness. Everyone sat upright and serious. In addition to the voice of the speaker, there was only the rustling sound of the pen tip falling on the paper and the crisp sound of tapping the tablet keyboard.

Oliver could sense the turbulent undercurrents. Several people looked obviously abnormal. First, Fordham, who was exposed by the detective and pretended to be Marshall Hoffman, twisted his ugly eyebrows into a ball, and sat there scratching his head, becoming more and more anxious as the time approached two o'clock.

Then there was Mayor Norman Osborne's secretary. After he came down from the podium, he kept taking out his mobile phone to check the time, as if he was in a hurry to leave.

The third strange person was Hercule Hugo. At this moment, he seemed more relaxed than at the beginning of the meeting, as if he was not worried that someone would die at two o'clock.

This was still not the end. Oliver intuitively felt that there were other reasons for the depressed atmosphere in the meeting hall.

A bigger conspiracy loomed over everyone's head like the carved dome of a church, with a dizzying pretentious color. More specifically, he couldn't say it, but he thought Hercule must know - the detective stared at the fire investigator on the stage with such a focused expression.

Finally, at 2 p.m. on July 18, the minute hand and the second hand of the clock came together.

Oliver held his breath, Tony Stark scanned the conference room with a rare sharp gaze, Pepper held the tablet, and Happy took the Iron Man suit and stood by the door of the conference room, and Hercule's gray-green eyes wandered between the fire investigator and Fordham on the stage.

Suddenly-

A bullet shot out from the empty corner behind the detective, grazed his neck, brought a handful of blood, and then went straight through the crowd and hit the mayor's secretary who was sitting diagonally in front of him across several rows of seats.

The mayor's secretary fell down with an unbelievable expression and stopped breathing.

Five minutes later, the hot news in New York City was refreshed at the speed of light.

Oliver got what he wanted. Except for ordinary residents, all the participants in the lecture became famous.