Three-stream detection simulator

This time Hercule did not hide his surprise. He took out a rubber band from the box on the bedside table, tied his slightly longer hair into a braid with some unfamiliarity, poured a glass of water to moisten his throat, and then asked faster:

"Are you saying that the person who lent the money to your husband was Bruce Wayne? What is the basis for judgment? Have you met this 'Wayne Group employee'? Do you think he is Bruce Wayne's fake identity, or is Bruce Wayne Eun only pretends to be him at certain times?”

"I think I'm just pretending to be him, because my husband has known him for almost ten years, and Bruce Wayne just returned to Gotham not long ago." Shania replied, "The source of this idea for me was a reporter friend of mine, she and "Wayne, uh," she made a slightly obscene gesture, "we got together. One time when we were shopping, she talked about some of her boyfriend's little moves and the Wayne Group I met. The staff are very similar.”

"Are you familiar with that employee?"

"I only met him once. My husband doesn't like to take me with him when he works."

"Is it possible that you remembered it incorrectly or got it mixed up?"

"Yes. I'm not sure, that's why I never told you."

Hercule nodded: "Are there any other guesses?"

"No more, I know everything..."

At this moment, a dull gunshot suddenly sounded outside the hotel window. Shania was startled, the only blood on her face disappeared, and she asked in panic: "What happened?"

Hercule wanted to stand up the moment the gunshot rang out, but he stood up too quickly and almost staggered to his knees on the ground. After he stood firm, he couldn't help but beat his knees hard and cursed. : "Hell!"

Shania ran over and helped him: "Are you okay?!"

"Nothing." First his hands, then his legs, Hercule became angry when he thought of the evil attribute panel, but his anger left quickly and he calmed down after a while, "The gunfire may not be related to us. I plan to Go and ask, do you know the owner of this hotel?"

"We know him. We all call him Jermaine. He is a trustworthy friend of mine, but we haven't contacted him for many years. If you want to find him, he should be drinking with Edward Nygma in the bar downstairs right now. ”

Hercule, who was about to go downstairs, paused and said, "You are both from Gotham and we are not far apart. Why don't you contact us?"

Shania said awkwardly: "Jermaine...he pursued me before, so he had some disagreements with my husband."

"Ah, great," Hercule said, "I'm glad we have another suspect."

While speaking, his eyes stopped on the system interface for half a second, and then he looked around secretly.

Because of the gunfire just now, Shania kept looking out the window.

But the skill panel seems to be locked.

[You feel someone is watching you. 】

"What? Wait, Hercule, he won't kill anyone because of this old grudge. Hercule!"

Shania was oblivious and strode down the stairs following the stern-faced detective.

There was a small bar on the first floor of the hotel, and people were talking about the gunfire just now. The innkeeper Jermaine is tall and straight, sitting at the same table as Edward Nygma, who is wearing a conspicuous fluorescent green shirt. The former noticed Hercule, raised his glass and shouted: "God, it's July, aren't you hot with so much on?"

Have you ever seen the protagonist change clothes outside of dress-up games? Except for equipment that adds attribute points.

Hercule wrapped his coat tighter around him and sat down on the chair next to the speaker with a sullen expression, like a hibernating bear. Jermaine looked at him and then at Shania, and asked in surprise: "Who messed with him?"

"Hi, Jermaine, Edward, this is the detective I hired and my friend, Hercule Hugo. Hercule, this is the innkeeper I told you about. The two of us used to I'm a middle school classmate. This is Edward Nygma. If you need anything, you can ask him for help."

Obviously, the client Shania Fordham trusted the hotel owner Jermaine, otherwise she would not choose to stay in the hotel at such a dangerous time. However, she seems to admire Edward Nygma's abilities more than Jermaine.

Jermaine was busy courting Shania, first pouring her wine and then asking her if she wanted some snacks. Edward Nygma looked at Hercule and used a strange opening statement:

"I have three cards. One is silence, one is peeping into secrets, and one is boasting. Who am I?"

What the hell?

But thanks to the high IQ assigned by the system, Hercule answered without thinking: "Detective."

"What is that thing with three legs that can't walk but you have to obey?"

"yardstick."

In English, 1 yard = 3 feet, and feet also means feet.

Edward smiled. He lifted his messy dark brown hair, took out a pencil from his shirt pocket, turned it around and asked, "What did you lose when you shared?"

"secret."

"The one who made me doesn't want me. The one who bought me doesn't want me. The one who needs me doesn't know it. What am I?"

"coffin."

"Very good!" Edward Nygma clapped his hands happily and said enthusiastically, "The above is the reason why we get together!"

Jermaine, who was listening to their conversation, was impatient and a little amazed. He looked at Hercule's eyes and his eyes changed, and he was still a little in awe - maybe he had just been tortured by a riddle. Hercule asked Shania: "Why do you hire me now that I'm here?"

"No, no, no," Edward rushed to say, "I have a specialization in the art, so please take a seat first. Do you want a drink? I'll treat you."

Shania also said: "Edward is very smart, but he is not a detective."

Hercule then chose a side of the square table to sit down, rejected Edward's warm invitation, and mentioned the question he had when he first came downstairs: "Did I hear gunshots just now?"

The hotel owner Jermaine glanced out the window: "It's not a big deal. Gunshots may be heard every night in Gotham. I never pay attention to things that have nothing to do with me, so as not to get into trouble."

Hercule's eyebrows moved. If it were in the game, there would definitely be a psychological sound indicating success - Jermaine is lying!

Did he know why the gunfire rang out, or was it simply related to him?

Hercule didn't know if what the innkeeper Jermaine was hiding was related to his main mission, the cause of Corbin Fordham's death. He asked in a casual tone: "Really? Is public security in Gotham so bad?"

"Always."

When this topic was mentioned, Shania said nothing and seemed uneasy. Jermaine had no choice but to answer Hercule and said without interest: "You have everyone, foreigners, tramps, lunatics... you have them all." Maybe it can be found here. Recently, some people said they saw bats that looked like humans, or people that looked like bats. Who knows?”

The words fell, and at the same time, Hercule heard the sound in his ears when accepting a side mission in the game.

He quietly chatted with the other people at the table for a long time. It was not until Edward walked briskly to the bar to refill his drink that he excused himself to go to the bathroom, stood up, walked to the men's room, locked the door and opened the task panel.

[Side mission: Bat monster?

Mission description: The innkeeper Jermaine mentioned to you one of the urban legends in Gotham at night. Is it a bat that looks like a human, or a person that looks like a bat? If you have time, you can try to investigate.

Mission reward: Medal ‘▇▇▇’s recognition’ x1, Gotham area reputation +300]

Hercule's account has reached full level, and side missions no longer provide experience points and upgrade attribute points. The names appearing in the rewards were blocked and turned into Kou Kou Kou, and the reputation points added were actually more than the main quests.

He never expected that he would be able to pick up branch lines after traveling through time. He stared at the mission panel for a long time before barely restraining the urge to do the branch lines first and then the main line.

Gotham is really a magical city. The "Bat Monster" mentioned in the mission description is just one of the urban legends. You may encounter two, three or four of them in the future... The main plot in the real world is to live well, but the side plot is not to be completed. Finally, he must change his habits.

Hercule put away the system panel and wanted to leave the bathroom.

There is a corner in the corridor in front of the men's room on the first floor of the hotel, leading to the cleaning tool storage room. Hercule was about to go to the bar hall when he heard footsteps coming from the corner, accompanied by the voice of the innkeeper Jermaine: "...let me see..."

Hercule's mind moved and he ducked into the storage room before the opponent passed the corner.

Jermaine didn't see him and just pushed open the loose iron door and walked in. Hercule came out of the storage room and followed him cautiously from a distance. He heard Jermaine say to the person on the other side of the phone: "I didn't see him."

After hearing what the person on the microphone said, Jermaine stood there and retorted: "Maybe you are overthinking."

"..."

"I don't know why Shania hired him. I've never heard of such a person before. Corbin? It's not him. He didn't take care of himself before he died, and we found out all the people he knew and everything he did... Yes, that's what I mean. Shani is desperate. Hercule Hugo is a character she picked up at random when she ran into a dead mouse. He's quite smart, but completely irrelevant. We don't need to waste our energy with him. Just keep an eye on Shania."

What else was said on the other side.

Jermaine's face was sullen with a fierce look in his eyes, but his tone was very calm and he said: "Of course, it's all fine. It's up to you. I'll look for an opportunity to take action."

What's the meaning? Shania trusts Jermaine, but Jermaine is entrusted with spying on her?

It would be rare for no one to notice Hercule, he thought as he quickly exited the corridor before the innkeeper left the bathroom.

Shania was still sitting at the table, sipping the red wine Jermaine poured for her alone. Edward Nygma moved away from the bar, but did not return to his original position. Instead, he leaned against the corridor wall and struggled to fold the receipt in his hand into the shape of a question mark.

When Hercule passed by, he raised his head thoughtfully: "Is there anything gained?"

"have."

Edward raised an eyebrow with interest, but Hercule said: "I found that the private bathroom in this hotel has an inward door."

"Tsk, you lack team spirit, detective." Edward followed him step by step, "Or you don't regard us as team members yet? The other two people don't matter, what about me? Holmes has Watson, and I do the same. I can be your assistant."