Three-stream detection simulator

The next morning, Hercule was awakened by the screaming chicken alarm clock. The SHIELD agent's pink alarm clock somehow found its way to the bedside of his guest room in the Stark Group headquarters. Just after eight o'clock, it began to scream harshly: "Wake up! It's time! Get up! The sun is shining on your butt." "

"...Is this last sentence added after the recording?"

Hercule struggled on the bed for half a minute, then got up with difficulty and turned off the alarm clock.

The voice of artificial intelligence Friday came from the speaker: "Mr. Hugo, good morning. Agents of SHIELD came over at seven o'clock and took Mr. Fordham away. The alarm clock was delivered at that time."

"What are they going to do?"

Friday: "The S.H.I.E.L.D. surgeon reminds you that the dressing on the wound on your left hand needs to be changed at nine o'clock this morning."

Hercule breathed out. The unhealed wound on his left hand makes it extremely inconvenient to pick up things every time, and the already inflexible limbs are even worse. The Riddler is really good at choosing where to use his knife.

Speaking of the Riddler, he's been clamoring to return to Gotham since last night. There are tens of millions of criminals escaping from prison these days, and it is rare to find a mentally ill person who is eager to return to his happy hometown.

"There must be something or someone in Gotham that attracts him. This is never a good sign." Batman called Commissioner Gordon to tell him about the recent series of events surrounding Shania's package. "I suggest Strengthen Arkham's security and scrutinize every patient, doctor, and security guard. If there is a shortage of money, I will find a way."

Commissioner Gordon: "Didn't you say that the Riddler's condition has improved?"

"No, I mean, he became controllable, but his mental problems became more serious." Batman said, "His humanity is at stake, and it all depends on whether Hercule can hang in front of the donkey forever. That carrot."

"Wait, did you just compare the Riddler to a donkey?"

"It's not important."

James Gordon lit a cigarette and felt a little tired. Today was his day off, and he received a call from Batman at home. His young daughter, Barbara Gordon, was listening curiously.

The director said: "Well, it's time for Arkham to be renovated, but we can't all count on the detective and Bruce Wayne's money. What's more, you said there was a big problem with Hercule Hugo?"

"Yes."

Batman thought about it longer this time, "...I don't mean that he is untrustworthy. If necessary, you and Harvey can regard him as a collaborator like me."

This was a very high compliment for Batman, and Commissioner Gordon was a little surprised: "But you still think it's best that we don't do this, or even try not to mention his name to others?"

He got an affirmative answer without explanation, and couldn't help but be filled with doubts when he hung up the phone.

However, the exciting voice of his daughter Barbara interrupted the director's thinking: "Is the person across from you just now Batman? Are you talking about Hercule Hugo?"

Commissioner Gordon took a deep breath. When people reach middle age, they face more and more troubles day by day. For example, his well-behaved and sensible daughter suddenly starts to worship Batman one day, and seems to have a faint tendency to regard him as an ideal in life; another example is that one day, it is him. Hercule's daughter, who gave some of his attention to Hercule, who even Batman was unsure of, inexplicably developed a lot of affection for this young detective whom he had never met...

"Since you heard us talking, you should know Batman's attitude!" Gordon said with a straight face, "Now forget about Hercule Hugo and go do your homework!"

**

Fordham, who was part of the brainless and unhappy group, was even worse. He was taken away early in the morning before he even got out of bed. SHIELD needs to find a way to separate the Void Wind from its host. It is best to develop a detection device based on the characteristics of the host's mutual recognition.

Even though they were so busy, they still actively helped Hercule make an appointment with the surgeon. The doctor also came with the physical examination report from the previous few days.

"We examined your right hand, Mr. Hugo. Loss of touch is usually caused by neuropathy, but it seems that you are completely normal in this regard. Otherwise, your heart, blood sugar, blood lipids, liver function... are all healthy. , I’m glad to see that the air of the upside-down world didn’t affect you too much.”

"Thank you," said Hercule.

He stretched out his left hand to ask someone to help remove the bandage, and slowly flipped through the physical examination report with his right hand: "Excuse me, is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"

"It's still your right hand." The doctor asked, "Has it always been numb? Can you remember when and what factors caused this loss of touch?"

"Feel sorry."

After refusing to answer without thinking, Hercule felt that his words were a little stiff, so he added: "In fact, sometimes you feel a pain similar to burning."

It was when he finished using the Heart of Machinery for the first time and recalled the Waterloo branch of Apocalypse Company in the game through the main mission he had just received.

The doctor became serious: "Dysesthesia." He gave a proper name, "It is usually caused by damage to the peripheral or central nervous system. Burning, itching, and pins and needles... are all common sensations, and they can be severe to a certain extent. You will be incapacitated. I suggest you get a more comprehensive neurological examination, including the spine. After all, you also have uncontrollable legs, right? It's better to take this issue seriously, Mr. Hugo."

Hercules nodded repeatedly, and immediately slipped away after changing the bandage. The SHIELD agent who accompanied him to change the bandage waited until he walked away and asked: "What are the causes of abnormal perception?"

"Many diseases, the most common ones are diabetes, chemotherapy, stroke, etc. There are also alcohol withdrawal, drug withdrawal...all possible."

The agent raised his eyebrows, bit off the pen cap and wrote a line on the notebook: "Got it, thank you for your help."

On the other side, Hercules ran into Iron Man who had been sleepless until dawn. Tony had dark circles under his eyes, and was almost invisible to the various documents and drawings projected into the air by the computer.

The moment he saw the detective, he reflexively rolled up the blue virtual drawing closest to him and threw it into the electronic waste bin. But after making eye contact with Hercule, he bit his tongue, picked up the blueprint from the trash can and spread it out: "Good morning, A, I want to share some good news with you."

"What?"

Tony said dryly: "Maybe I can live a super long life, become the Einstein of the new century, and stick out my tongue and hold the mechanical heart in my hands in the newspaper in my later years - although I don't even know how to solve the palladium poisoning now."

Hercule quickly understood the meaning of this sentence. His body wrapped tightly in the coat trembled slightly, trying to find traces of lying or uncertainty on Tony's face.

Of course, except for the confusion, there was no extra expression on the face of this relatively young Iron Man.

So after a few seconds, Hercule said calmly: "It is indeed good news."

"You knew I would not die, so you deliberately showed it to me last night? What is the basis for judgment? The future or the parallel universe?" Tony stared at him closely, "So many days... We have known each other for so many days, you can tell at a glance that I am dying of palladium poisoning, and you may also know that I will survive and how to save my life, but you didn't say a word-"

"Tony." Hercule said carefully, "I never thought of fooling you. There was no purpose for showing you the mechanical heart last night. I didn't know it was related to you. Even if I really thought you would not die, it was out of trust in your ability."

However, Tony just gritted his teeth and said, "You called my name again at this time? It seems that we are indeed not in the same group."

He jumped up from his seat, looking extremely angry, mixed with a little sadness, and walked into the basement without looking back.

Hercule stood there for a while, and when he turned around, he saw a young, beautiful red-haired woman with a good figure standing at the door. She was holding a briefcase in her hand, wearing a suit, and looked like an assistant.

However, Hercule was not fooled by appearances and asked directly, "Agent?"