Three-stream detection simulator

Agent Bowen immediately asked: "Goods? What goods?"

However, the believer just glanced at him coldly and said nothing.

Hercule repeated: "What kind of goods is it?"

This time the cultists responded at the speed of light! The ears have grown back!

"Please follow me." He led the others deeper into the cave.

After we were far away from the entrance of the cave, the surrounding area became darker, with less and less vegetation. The rocks under our feet were wet and a little slippery when we walked up. We could hear the sound of running water, the chirping of insects, and the occasional chirping of birds.

Agent Bowen kept his gun in hand and said cautiously, "We should light a torch."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hercule next to him took out his flip phone (which has not been replaced yet) and turned on the flashlight after one operation. The software adaptability of this old mobile phone is not good, but the hardware is really good. The small light bulb on the back cover is like a searchlight, illuminating your feet as bright as day. yhugu.CM

Agent Bowen: "..."

Yes, civilized society.

It’s all because the impression given by magicians has nothing to do with technology.

Constantine had a conflict with the Yuwen Church, and now he was at the back, squinting his eyes and looking at the dark road ahead. Master Withered asked him in a low voice from the side: "How is it? Is this possible a trap?"

"Unless Hercule and the Yuwen Church are on the same side." Constantine replied angrily, "Stay away from me, you smell like the green kelp of all things."

Master Wither, who has woken up: "First of all, I think the detective and the Yu Wen Church are indeed on the same team now. Secondly, what is the green of all things?"

Uncultured mutants.

Constantine cursed secretly, ignored him, put out his cigarette butt and said to the others: "This is a deception. We are already out of the cave, look at your feet."

The damp rock walls underfoot were covered with fine moss, which emitted an undetectable iridescent green light in the darkness.

The FBI agent observed it for a while and said critically: "I don't see anything special."

Hercule simply squatted down and reached out to hold down the moss. Constantine didn't stop him and asked with a smile: "How does it feel?"

"Hmm." Hercule did not answer immediately, but touched it twice more. This time his hand was completely inserted into the "moss". People whose palms were half-inside said, "It's running water."

Master Wither suddenly said: "No wonder I don't feel the power of plants."

Hercule stood up. He carried a compass given by the tourist area with him. He had been holding it in his hand just now and looked at the direction, speed and time...

"We're heading deeper into the Ava Forest Reserve."

"How do you know?" Master Blight asked, "My GPS has no signal."

Hercule pointed to his head: "There is a map here. And I vaguely remember Mr. Constantine mentioning that the mages of Yuwen Church can use sea wind and ocean currents to build a spiritual labyrinth."

As he spoke, he took two steps back to avoid the cultist leading the way.

"Honolulu has a typical tropical maritime climate. In summer, the Pacific subtropical high pressure occurs frequently, and the weather is unstable. The east side of the island is on the windward slope, with more rainfall. I read in the tourism brochure that the monsoon wind speed in the northeast can be reaching 12 miles per hour. The most striking feature of the Aiwa Forest Reserve is its undulating terrain, which provides fresh water to the entire island."

Hercule talked about rising, pointing to one side of the wall with his pipe: "This is the first time I have come into contact with similar magic. Please forgive me if I make a mistake in my judgment - I guess the maze is related to the direction of water flow, so the exit should be Somewhere low. Depending on where we're heading, maybe the Wyken Valley at the base of Pu'u'ohule Peak, right?"

He turned back to look at Constantine with curiosity.

Constantine: "..."

What? What, and what?

The rest of the people either didn't understand at all or pretended to understand, and looked at him to confirm that it was not his problem.

A few seconds later, Constantine said simply: "I don't know, but after you said so much, I feel that you are probably right. Wait a minute, I can do a divination."

Soon, the divination was completed. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't say anything: "...How can I explain? There are no road signs in that place. When you memorized the map, you didn't even miss the name of the mountain peak?"

Hercule made no answer. Agent Bowen lowered his voice: "I guess he remembered it after just one glance, but he usually doesn't show what he knows in front of others, unless you explicitly question it, okay? In short, just listen to the conclusion."

Constantine said wisely: "Okay, the exit is in the Wicken Valley at the foot of Mount Pu."

He spoke a little louder and was heard by the believer leading the way.

The latter turned around and accused dissatisfiedly: "I am leading the way. Even if you can see where the exit is, why do you say it? Are British mages so unruly?"

"..."

Constantine was stunned and couldn't think of how to refute.

——His Majesty, who clearly said you were rebelling, said it first!

Half an hour later, they reached the end of the cave. The fluorescent moss under my feet disappeared, and light gradually appeared in front of my eyes. Several people took a while to adapt, and then walked out into the sunshine. What comes into view is a rolling green sea, full of long ferns and relatively few trees.

Someone has reclaimed a camp on the hillside ahead. There are fences around the camp, and in the center of the fenced open space is a landing pad for helicopters. The tarmac is surrounded by military green tents, in which four or five people are busy.

"Helicopters are used to move between camps and will not fly out of the protected area." The believer explained, "The only way to get in here is the road we just walked."

He walked over to greet his companions, and Constantine took the opportunity to grab Hercule: "Don't worry, I'll use the confusion magic again."

The number of people with dementia is increasing exponentially.

Hercule was full of curiosity about Ark Pharmaceuticals, which had never appeared. His impression of them was not as deep as that of Apocalypse Company - because the detectives in the game only experienced life and death at the hands of Apocalypse Company when they were young, and then other side missions went smoothly.

I don’t know what kind of goods Ark Pharmaceutical can deliver to the believers.

As a result, he took a closer look at the camp - and found that the cargo boxes were all filled with pendulums, which were very similar to those used by Constantine for divination.

Looking at it, there are two full boxes of such pendulums, looking like pirated toys sold in the Yiwu Small Commodity Wholesale Market.

Hercule looked surprised, and the others were only more shocked. Constantine strode closer, ignoring the obstruction of the believers, picked up a pendulum and shook it in his hand. An embarrassing thing happened: the pendulum emitted cheap LED special effects lights, and they were colorful.

"..."

Master Wither said hesitantly: "Is this fake?"

When everyone sees them, their first reaction is that they are fake. However, Constantine pinched the crystal on the pendulum, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's true. Guess what? This thing is more advanced than the pendulum used by ordinary mages."

The believer next to him snorted: "You must be discerning."

Constantine continued: "But this kind of light is not available in ordinary pendulums. I guess this is to help special users-for example, people who cannot perceive the flow of magic at all. The lights of different colors represent the pendulum's divination. Different results, right?”

Hercule touched his chin and pulled up a chair before speaking.

He didn't want to leave for a long time. Half an hour's journey was too long for 25 stamina. After sitting down, he grabbed a handful of pendulums. After observing them carefully for a while, he picked out the ones with the same color and put them together.

Agent Bowen, who was aware of the detective's obsessive-compulsive disorder: "..."

No, no! There are two large boxes of pendulums in different colors and specifications here! You don’t want to categorize them one by one!

Hercule fiddled with the crystal and said, "Mr. Constantine seems to have commented that the mages of Yuwen Church are relatively amateurs and only use spell-casting props."

Feeling the hostile gazes projected from all directions, Constantine couldn't help but ask: "Do you have to use a respectful tone to attract disrespectful looks for me, Your Excellency, the helmsman?"

During this time, he had figured out that as long as he called Hercule 'Captain' while completely denying the title in his heart, he would not be affected by the identity magic.

After a pause, Constantine said reluctantly: "You can call me John."

Hercule said: "I don't think you like the overly intimate name, Mr. Constantine. But there is a professional magic question that I would like to ask you, an expert, to answer - in addition to the pendulum, you have also seen What magic items can be used by non-magicians?”

Constantine felt uncomfortable with being seen through. He turned his head in a disguised manner and said angrily: "Far away in the horizon, close in front of you. Isn't that your pipe?"

As he finished speaking, he saw a genuine expression of surprise on the detective's face.

"Wait, you didn't know?"

"I don't know...but I should have thought of it." Hercule placed two purple spirit pendants at his feet, thoughtfully:

Constantine called Master Blight's power to control plants the green of all things. Even the owner of the power had never heard of this statement, but he was a mage, not a mutant. Thinking about it from another angle, is the talent of mutants a kind of magic performed instinctively?

Everyone in this world has things they are good at and things they are not good at. In the same way, there are geniuses and mediocre people in every field.

If geniuses in the magic world correspond to mutants, they are born with the ability to cast spells without systematic study, so it is difficult to understand the nature of power in depth; then ordinary people at the average level correspond to magicians, who rely on generations of The knowledge passed down grabs fire from nature and knows all kinds of rules very well; the last mediocrity is ordinary people with no magical talent. If they want to reach the same level...

Look at ‘Apocalypse’ on the experimental bench.

The researchers looked down at him with some pity. But what lingered in his eyes was more determination: 'Sorry, there is only one way we can go.'

Thinking of the supernatural power that had never appeared in the background of "Third-rate Detective Simulator", a word quickly came to Hercule's mind:

——The Age of Dharma End.

He had a mysterious inspiration, but failed to capture it. Because at this moment, a roar like a whimper or a roar came from the mountains in the distance. It was continuous, rising and falling, like a long snake turning in the air. The members of Yu Wen Church immediately showed fearful expressions:

"It's the sea! The sea is coming!"

The rest of the people present didn't have time to react, after all, there was nothing in front of them. The grass was still green, the breeze was blowing, and the sky was clear. Except for the noise coming from nowhere, everything seemed so harmonious.

However, the invisible thing that the believers called the "sea" was indeed approaching slowly. The weeping sound was getting closer and closer, and finally it was dancing around people's ears.

At this moment, everyone discovered that there was a round dial like a barometer installed on the top of the believers' military green tent. Now the pointer on the dial was vibrating wildly, jumping from the far left to the far right. The pin behind the dial scraped against the tent, and when the vibration frequency reached the highest point, it issued a sharp alarm like a baby crying.

Then, a sharp-eyed believer found that the ferns on the grass in front were pressed down by something invisible, and then gradually stood up again after a while.

Then the roots of the plants in front of it fell down.

After a few seconds, they stood up again.

Everyone held their breath reflexively, and the believers stopped moving or screaming. They stared at the place where the grass collapsed, guessing where the "sea" surrounding them had gone.

At this moment, Constantine suddenly moved. He did something that no one expected: He grabbed Hercule and ran away.

When the people who stayed there realized what happened in astonishment, the wizard had already teleported to an unknown place with his people.

For a short moment, Agent Bowen wanted to curse Constantine who only cared about his own life, or shoot at the front without pattern.

But in a few blinks, Constantine appeared again. He fell from the air and landed heavily on the ground with a loud bang. But he was not the worst. A bird flew over his head without knowing it, and turned into a blood mist more than ten meters away. Before it died, the bones of its whole body were creaking, which reminded people of the sound of chewing brittle bones...

What shape of creature is this and what kind of ability does it have?

Master Blight was overwhelmed by questions. He carefully manipulated a fern ten meters away, causing it to grow rapidly and abnormally taller to attract the attention of the transparent monster, and then took this opportunity to whisper to the believer: "What on earth is that?!"

The believer squeezed out an expression that was uglier than crying, and asked back: "Are you afraid of the sea?"

Constantine fell heavily and vomited blood when he got up. However, he didn't care about himself and looked for Hercules first. Seeing that the detective had reached the limit of his physical strength after walking for half an hour, he didn't dare to expect this mental worker to have the endurance that primates are proud of.

The time for the life-sharing contract has not expired. If Hercules dies, he will have to go to see Satan today.

Hercules... Hercules rode on the top of that thing.

From the perspective of others, he was suspended above their heads. Constantine fell, but the detective was caught by the "sea" somehow. The good news is that he didn't die from the fall, and the bad news is that Constantine thought he was not far from death. Nearby bushes and ferns were quickly overwhelmed and destroyed, strange sounds rumbled in the ears, accompanied by the baby-like cry of the alarm.

Agent Bowen could not bear it any longer. He forced himself to calm down and aimed his gun at the air in front of Hercule.

A bullet was fired quickly.

However, when it passed a certain position, it suddenly disappeared, as if a huge mouth opened in the void and swallowed it.

The Master of Withering manipulated the plants to attack. The flexible stems and leaves were squeezed into green powder with juice flowing like dead birds, falling on people's heads.

Constantine was already a little desperate. He tried many methods, but he could not get out of the encirclement of this monster. It was like the ocean, wide enough to extend infinitely, tolerant enough to swallow everything; it had the majestic power to crush everything, and the patience to wash away all the edges and corners on the way...

Are you afraid of the sea? The sea will not die.

And as long as a wave hits the center of the sea, everyone will die.

And Constantine will be the first to die, because the sea will first attack the closest detective.

But for some reason, after such a long time, it has not made a move.

Constantine stood there and waited desperately.

Hercule estimated that he could not get down from this height, so he simply changed to a more elegant posture.

Constantine calmed down a little, and he decided to smoke a cigarette before he died. He lit a lighter.

Hercule was bored waiting, so he looked far away and found that the scenery at the height was very beautiful. The wind blew up his dark coat that was not in season, and in the eyes of everyone, he had an indescribable, god-like elegance.

Constantine was completely calm. He took a deep puff of smoke intoxicatedly, and then he felt his legs weak, so he just sat on the ground. The believer next to him choked with an inconspicuous sob: "Thank you... Thank you, Mr. Helmsman..."

Damn it. Constantine thought.

But he also waved his hand upwards and muttered, "Thanks."

"Hugo, the captain's part-time detective."