Three-stream detection simulator

Hercules, in an absolutely rational state, made two preparations.

The mechanical heart will end its cooldown after midnight and enter a usable state. Its effect is ‘inspiration + 200%’, which originally just adds Hercules’ 15 points of inspiration attribute to 45, thereby lighting up the first two basic skills of the inspiration branch ‘analogy’ and ‘induction’.

But the detective is no longer the same as before.

His inspiration has reached an astonishing and fucking 29.5…!

Rounding off, Hercules’ inspiration attribute is directly maxed out after using the system props. If there are extra skill points, they can be added to the third and fourth skills of the branch, which are currently still level 0, ‘mental suggestion’ and ‘inland empire’.

The former is an active skill as the name suggests. Its function is to put the target into a semi-hypnotic state through language, body movements or props. The effect depends on the skill level and the willpower of the person being suggested.

The latter brings human mental power and imagination to the extreme - Hercule can use the 'Inland Empire' to communicate with all inanimate objects in his sight.

By then, according to the system, he will perceive five of the six dimensions of the world, including points, lines, matter, time, and imagination in the fifth dimension. His body is still in the material space, but his mind is traveling in the invisible and intangible spiritual world, exploring and gaining insight into knowledge and power that ordinary people cannot explore.

- The premise is that when he speaks to his coat and hat, people will not send him to a mental hospital.

However, these are of no use to Hercule, who has no skill points at hand. He is counting on the mechanical heart itself: Batman believes that after removing its mysterious appearance and incomprehensible operation, it is essentially a renewable energy generator.

It is renewable because Hercule (the system) said that it can consume huge amounts of energy for 5 minutes every 24 hours. During this period, the user does not need to fill any additional fuel, and the mechanical heart can be restored to a usable state by itself.

But Batman dared not draw a conclusion. There was a one in a ten chance that the Mechanical Heart was drawing "fuel" from the environment by unknown means. When this supplementary fuel was exhausted, the Mechanical Heart would not be able to operate.

The second point worth noting is that when Hercule used the Mechanical Heart and the skill "Heavenly Sensing" at the same time, his body was in the dark space, that is, on this side of the "wall" described by the system (reality), and his consciousness was on the other side of the "wall" (Gotham with corpses everywhere and New York with a huge Statue of Liberty).

People would reflexively think that one of them was material and the other was spiritual, and the two were not connected, and that things in the material world, including people, could not go to the spiritual side.

This point was also falsified by Batman's video.

When the energy of the Mechanical Heart reached a certain benchmark, a crack that could be observed and recorded appeared on the wall in reality. It looked like a wound that was forcibly torn open, becoming a passage between the two worlds.

Similarly, if Hercule can manipulate the mechanical heart to release enough stable energy, people can expand the hole so that more people can see the other side or pass through it.

This is what he wants to use.

The second-hand preparation is the metaphysical negative effect of the medal "Batman's Approval".

Hercule knows that they are very close to Arkham Asylum now, but the so-called "attracting the attention of Batman's enemies" means to increase the probability of being targeted in accordance with the character's action logic, or if he just stands there, Batman's enemies will gradually approach like a celestial body under gravity?

The latter speculation is a bit outrageous, but if we can take this opportunity to verify it...

**

The kidnapper who went to the river to look for stones finally came back. His face looked a little strange. He didn't walk far, but his forehead was covered with a layer of sweat, and his cheeks were puffed up, and he kept swallowing.

"You come and open it, I don't really want to touch it." The kidnapper guarding the box was also distracted, "It seems that there is a living thing in it, listen, it's still moving."

The kidnapper looking for stones had more cold sweat on his head, pursed his lips and listened for a long time, slowly shook his head, and still didn't speak.

"Really! I'm not lying to you." The kidnapper guarding the box knelt on one knee and approached the box cautiously, "It was a very rhythmic thumping sound, as if someone inside was holding a drumstick and hitting the leather surface of the box again and again."

In the middle of the night, many bad associations arose in his mind. The kidnapper thought of the fairy tale he had read when he was a child, which was about an evil wizard who made people into drum skins and then locked their souls inside the drums, making them sleepless from morning to night, knocking and knocking non-stop...

"Bang——"

The kidnapper who was looking for stones had a hideous face. Without warning, he raised his hand and took out a gun to smash the head of the person in front of him. He opened his mouth and said vaguely: "You are almost dead, knock your mother!"

There was a round hole with rotten flesh on his tongue. As soon as he opened his mouth, blood mixed with saliva in his mouth overflowed from the hole to the corner of his mouth.

The three kidnappers instantly became two. The guy who was responsible for killing Robin was stunned by the gunshot, but under the strong desire to survive, he also turned around and raised his weapon to aim: "You are really crazy!"

"He is crazy." The kidnapper who fired the gun was panting violently. Excessive blood loss, coupled with extreme pain and fear, made his mind a little blurred, "I didn't make any movement..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound in the box beside him suddenly became clearer with the death of his companion. It was indeed like the sound of drums, knocking on the door, and also like the rhythm of heartbeats, dong, dong, dong...

His voice involuntarily changed direction: "Did you hear..."

"Bang!"

The second gunshot.

The kidnapper next to Robin broke out in a sweat and subconsciously pressed the trigger.

He reacted only after the action, looking at the two teammates lying on the ground, and the suitcase standing on the grass, covered with crimson □□, at a loss: "I-there is a ghost! There is an evil spirit! Help!"

A leisurely and casual voice came from the direction of the river bank and interrupted his call for help: "Why are you shouting? No one will come to save you even if you shout your throat out. The last guy who wanted to shout has no intact tongue."

"..."

The figure of the owner of the voice was hidden in the darkness, and the rustling sound of the soles of his feet rubbing against the grass was accompanied by the forward movement:

"Let's all calm down. There's nothing to be afraid of. If you can answer my riddle, I will only take the thing represented by the riddle and let you go-what has a bottom (botto) on the top?"

"Quite, quite interesting." The kidnapper stammered, "I've heard of this riddle. Botto can refer to the buttocks, so the answer is legs."

The tone of the person who came became a little angry: "I hate cheating! You have no grades."

The kidnapper was scared to death by this series of changes. Hearing this, he could no longer suppress his impulse and raised his weapon and fired wildly. The bullets were soon emptied, but the stranger was still far away, so he turned and ran.

At this time, the dark shadow in the distance put down his cane, calmly raised his gun and aimed: "Bang!"

The kidnapper's body twitched and fell down, but he was still alive.

The shooter walked slowly to his body: "I'll give you another chance. I'll change the riddle. You walk into a room, and there is a donkey chewing carrots, an orangutan chewing bananas, and a pig digging for food. Who is the smartest among all the animals in this room?"

The kidnapper was speechless and just looked at him pleadingly.

However, "I hope the smartest one can be you."

"Bang!"

Then, the man lit a match, and his figure finally appeared completely in the firelight: he wore a green round hat, a mask similar to Robin's on his face, a black shirt and emerald green suit, and a pair of dark purple gloves.

The hems of his green suit pants were splattered with blood, and he wore black leather shoes that were resistant to dirt.

Under the starry sky, in the field, Riddler Edward Nygma stood on a box with one foot, bent down to remove the tape on Hercule's mouth, and greeted him with a smile: "Good evening, detective."

**

The situation became more complicated, but it was under control.

Half an hour later, Hercule sat in the RV driven by Riddler and moved his wrists easily. Robin was still tied up, huddled in the corner and looked at them innocently.

At this time, Arkham's defense was not strict enough to be exaggerated. Riddler escaped from prison this morning, which had nothing to do with the medal Hercule received in the evening.

He was self-sufficient along the way, and robbed the exaggerated clothes that could not be sold but met his personal aesthetics, and a RV full of food and water.

During the day, he was unable to leave the city to avoid the police's pursuit and interception. At night, Riddler took the opportunity to cross the river. He was planning to find a place to collect some start-up funds for his business when he saw the lights coming from the lawn in the distance.

If Edward could resist exploring questions and show off his wisdom, his code name would not be Riddler.

He approached without thinking and found three stupid kidnappers with great backgrounds but low IQ, Batman's assistant Robin, and a puzzle that always bothered him.

The name of the puzzle is Hercule Hugo.

"Do you want to eat something?" Riddler searched in the cabinet of the RV. "Since our subsequent conversation and activities may cause harm to you, you'd better replenish your energy now."

Hercule was not polite to him: "Please give me the box of soda crackers on your head."

The crackers were placed very deep, and Riddler stepped on his feet and found that he couldn't reach them, so he came over and pulled the chair under Robin's buttocks, and stood on it to get food.

Robin: "..."

He had a lot to say, but unfortunately Riddler didn't let him.

Hercule asked again, "Can you remove the tape on Robin's mouth?"

"No." The Riddler said lazily, "I won't cause trouble for myself. This kid has been running around the city with Batman and has done some great things. I've heard a little about it."

But he was very confident in the detective's fighting ability.

The hot weapons in the car and the small props on Robin were all taken away and checked repeatedly. The Riddler was more cautious than the kidnappers. And the space for activities was so small. The two captives were under his eyes, and everything he did could be seen clearly.

For example, Hercule was now checking the books on the bookshelf placed by the original owner of the RV. He flipped through them without any pattern, and from time to time he took them out and took a quick look and put them back. The contents included paintings, literature, semiconductor textbooks, computers... and even a book "FBI Teaches You How to Pick Locks".

"What did you see?" The Riddler asked with interest.

"This RV belongs to a couple who are preparing for a road trip. Both of them are very young and are studying remotely in college." Hercule replied calmly, "Did you kill them?"

"I can't let them report me to the police station." The Riddler said briskly, "For the sake of the cookies, please forgive me, detective."

Hercules said nothing.

There was an abnormal indifference on his face.

Riddler initially thought that this might be a side effect of the kidnappers' infrasonic weapon. He didn't want to communicate with the unthinking living dead, so he threw the thing into the trash can on his own initiative.

But after so long, Hercules didn't show any physical discomfort, but his mood swings were almost non-existent, which made Riddler suspect that the kidnappers injected him with tranquilizers or other illegal drugs.

-Unrestrained low-level crimes are like destroying public facilities without reason, affecting others' fun in the same place.

Thinking so, Riddler urged: "Say something, detective. Otherwise I'll ask questions-you know the consequences of not being able to answer."

Edward Nygma is much more dangerous than the kidnappers. Robin next to him was a little nervous and struggled slightly.

The Riddler noticed, glanced at him lightly, chuckled and said, "Don't move, Robin, if you disturb me, I will take off your mask and take a photo to send to Batman... It seems a bit too straightforward, the knight deserves more seriousness.

How about this, you interrupt my chat with the detective, and I will stab Hercule Hugo. Anyway, it seems that pain will not affect your thinking now, right, detective?"

"To some extent, it is true."

Hercule's expression did not change,

"But your proposal is a bit unfair, Edward. I thought that after so much time of mutual understanding, you and I can be considered friends... In return, I also have a request: when we talk, you are not allowed to hurt Robin in any way."

Robin blinked and wanted to speak, but only uttered a muffled groan.

"Ah, my friend!" The Riddler immediately took advantage of the situation, "I thought I was the one in control."

"Indeed, but I'm the one who lets you have fun." Hercule replied calmly, "If you don't agree, then neither of us can get the result we want."

"Okay, deal. I'm going to start asking questions, dear detective." The Riddler pulled up a chair and sat down, with one elbow resting on the retractable small table on his right, and the other hand holding a stack of cards with question marks drawn on them in a serious manner.

He pulled out one of them and asked, "First question, why did the kidnappers choose you?"

Hercules leaned against the wall behind him face to face, and also put his left hand on the edge of the table: "Why don't you ask them?"

"The person is dead." The riddle man turned his finger, and the question mark card turned into a blade, "I can guess the answer, but I want to hear your explanation."

Hercules paused: "...It's a long story. How much do you know about the recent events in New York?"

"Some of them I heard about, some I didn't, all thanks to my attention to you. I know you have become famous recently, detective. The few forces who have heard of you want to kill you but dare not touch you, and those who have not heard of you are not even qualified to stand on the chessboard. They look back and forth for unknown reasons, and finally find a few stupid fools who barely know what they are doing."

The riddle man said, "This is my second question, but you haven't answered the first one. The order of riddles is very important, Hercules."

The light in the RV is warm yellow, shining on the blade in the riddle man's hand, making its sharp tip look like a touch of orange flame.

Hercule looked at the reflective spot and answered, "Someone wants the Stark Group's Ark Reactor - not the common ones on the market, but more advanced ones, preferably the blueprint of the small device on Iron Man's chest. This is for some ulterior purpose, and they thought I had noticed the clues, so they carried out two failed murders.

The first time was after Iron Man and I got to know each other - I stayed at the Stark Group headquarters for one night, and the next day, someone tried to shoot a bullet in my neck."

The flasks and retrograde bullets in the New York serial arson case are the same type of weapons, indicating that the person who wanted to kill Hercule and the person who committed the copycat crime were from the same camp, or at least had some connection.

"'Don't kill directly.'"

The Riddler had indeed heard of this.

Hercule actually just heard about this thing tonight, but he acted as if he had been prepared for it: "Yes, 'Don't kill directly' has been verified. The second time is tonight, they changed to a more effective method."

"You are not dead either." The Riddler put the first card on the table, "To be honest, detective, did you expect me to come?"

"No."

"Lie." The Riddler stood up with the table, "You are too calm, my friend, what did they do to you? I want to practice it a little, not to kill you, I won't do it, just make a trivial attempt-"

He raised the hand holding the knife, and suddenly used force to stab it into the back of Hercule's left hand on the table. The latter could not dodge, nor did he dodge. The sharp tip of the knife went through the hand bone and nailed to the wooden table board, making a dull thumping sound.

At the same time, Robin struggled too much and fell to the ground, but the two people in the confrontation did not look at him.

"...I also heard that only your right hand is numb." The Riddler observed Hercule's expression and said slowly, "It seems that the situation is not good now. I suggest that you go to the hospital when you have the chance."

He stabbed the knife, shook off the blood, and put it aside.

"Please don't mind, this is just a small episode in the middle of the game."

"Thank you, I don't mind, but you are wasting time." Hercule ignored the wound on his hand, just casually picked up the tablecloth and wrapped it up twice, then put his ten fingers together on his thighs, "I am completely thinking about you, Edward, do you really think that the Gotham Police Department and Batman can't find your trace?"

"Makes sense." The Riddler narrowed his eyes, "Let's quickly move on to the next topic. Where do the four taboos come from? Why are people afraid of you? Is their fear real? Why can't I find the reason? Humans are naturally afraid of the unknown. Are you the unknown? Does the answer exist in this world?"

Here it comes.

Hercule thought.

He replied, "I don't know."

This is the truth.

However, the Riddler stood up and walked towards Robin while turning back to point at Hercule with his cane: "Our agreement is invalid, detective, because you are not honest at all. Now the terms of the deal have changed. If you don't answer, I will cut off one finger of the Robin bird. If you lie, I will cut another one. But don't worry, we still have ten chances." Hercule looked at Robin. The boy's blue eyes showed an anxious look, and he shook his head vigorously. Hercule seemed to be shocked, and it took him a long time to repeat: "I don't know." But his tone was a little weaker than before. The Riddler pressed his cane on the phalanx of Robin's thumb and pressed down hard: "I'm not kidding." The boy began to tremble and his breathing became disordered. Hercule silently calculated the time, the attitude of the Riddler, and Robin's reaction to the pain at the moment. When he felt that the time was almost right, he spoke quickly: "Stop--Stop! Stop now, I can tell you, Edward."

The Riddler relaxed his grip: "Tell me."

"There is a mechanical heart in my box." Hercule clasped his hands tightly and looked directly at the Riddler, "It is the answer."

Riddler: "I thought of a boring pun. You are like a math teacher holding a blueprint, and you must be plotting a trick (plottg sothg). I don't mind, but you know, I can't hand the things in your box back to you."

"Whatever you think." Hercule returned his attention to Robin while speaking. The boy was a little slower than before. "Anyway, only I can use the mechanical heart. If you don't want to see it with your own eyes, I can draw the blueprint for you."

He used his left hand wrapped in a tablecloth and took out a notebook from the bookshelf with some difficulty, and then took out a pencil and made a sketch at the top with a slight tremor.

The Riddler showed a subtle expression, lowered his head and said to Robin: "How did you make the two best detectives in the world care so much about you?"

If Robin could open his mouth, he would probably bite him.

The Riddler was not worried about being beaten. He leaned on his cane and walked leisurely to watch Hercule drawing: "I didn't know you knew circuit design and could draw blueprints."

Hercule: "I've seen others draw."

-The truth is that the inspiration of 29.5 has already lit up the skill of lv.1 "analogy". He just flipped through the books left by the original owner of the RV, including semiconductors and painting textbooks. Now he just took advantage of the fact that the Riddler had no chance to check and scribbled on the paper. At first glance, it looks like it.

During this period, the Riddler easily unlocked the combination lock of the suitcase and held the mechanical heart in his hand to play with it. The heart continued to beat vigorously, but no matter how he fiddled with it, it didn't respond.

Finally, Edward Nygma gave up. He pulled the blueprint in front of Hercule, looked at the blood-soaked tablecloth on his left hand, shook his head and said, "Okay, I can give you the heart. But--" He picked up Robin and put the knife to the boy's throat, "Please be careful, detective."

"I always do this."

At this moment, Hercule followed the plan-solved the kidnappers, verified the effect of the medal, did not suffer irreparable losses, and got the mechanical heart.

There was only a cold rationality in his heart.

The next step was to open the channel between the two worlds before the skill time expired, and then deal with the Riddler.