Three-stream detection simulator

Hercule: "You want me to pay you?"

Edward was stunned for a moment: "Should?"

"Thank you, but no." Hercule walked around him and walked to the square table in the corner of the bar. "Please give me permission. I want to find the person who pays me my salary."

"You've been gone for a long time." Shania raised her head sensitively. The tip of her nose was red, her voice was hoarse, she was nervous, and she couldn't even hold back her temper. "First Edward, then you and Jermaine, what do you do? What's gone?"

Hercule was not sure whether to tell her what he heard, and he hesitated for less than half a second before deciding to hide it and betray his teammates: "Jermaine doesn't know, but I was grabbed by Mr. Nygma after I left the bathroom. ”

Edward looked at him with wide eyes and disbelief. Hercule's conscience was as hard as iron and unmoved.

Shania asked confusedly: "Well, why did he hold you back?"

"Make some personnel changes in the presence of your dead husband." Hercule replied, "Don't be nervous, I refused."

"..."

"Okay, okay." Shania stammered, "I remembered that I haven't thanked you for helping me all the time. Hercule, you are really a good person."

"Of course." Hercule accepted the good guy card, "What did the innkeeper say he was going to do?"

"He said he wanted to lend me some money and went to get cash from the safe. I couldn't refuse, and he really needed living expenses." Shania replied with a hint of guilt, "Jermaine has always been very kind to me and very measured. I don’t know how to thank him, what do you think?”

Hercule leaned against the wall lazily, watching her sip the wine. It took a long time to finish a small layer of the whole glass of red wine: "If he loves you, he doesn't want or need to be reciprocated."

But love—how difficult to prove?

**

Hercule chose not to act with anyone in the afternoon. He found a wad of change by rummaging through the cabinets and bought himself an outdated flip phone, and found that it could also access the Internet.

As for taking away the money left by the previous guest in the hotel room, how can the player opening the treasure chest be considered stealing?

Shania went back to her room to rest, and Hercule didn't waste any words to remind her to be careful about Jermaine.

There are too many mysteries related to the main plot now, including Wayne's true and false identity, the arrogant gangster, Jermaine, the hotel owner who followed Hercule and received orders to kill and was suspected of being a mafia killer, and Edward who is overly enthusiastic about riddles. ·Nigma, and even Shania Fordham... everyone's position is very interesting.

not to mention……

[You feel someone is watching you. 】

Except when he goes to the toilet and doesn't see this sentence, he is used to it. The idea of ​​​​finding hidden cameras was not lost after rummaging through the cabinets, but with the existing investigation methods, Hercule found nothing.

What about me? he asked himself. What role do I play in this?

That night, Hercule got the answer to this question.

——The suspect is clearly a professional accountant!

When the sun set, Edward came and knocked on Hercule's door: "Detective? Shania said you live in a double room, so I can share it with you and save a share of the rent."

Hercule was full of questions.

Self-recommendations during the day are self-recommendations, and self-recommendations at night are usually followed by the word "Pillow Mat".

He has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder and doesn't like strangers entering his activity space, so he is indifferent to this: "Mr. Jermaine should have a few vacant rooms."

However, Edward insisted on leaning against the crack of the door, putting his index finger on his lips and said, "Shh, I'm here to share a secret."

Hercule knew that some mental workers, including detectives, were often keen on making mysteries, and he himself had a tendency to do so. If the system hadn't emphasized 'someone is watching you' every moment, Hercule would have to show off to some extent. A definite line of reasoning.

The same goes for Edward Nygma, and since being too showy can sometimes annoy people, he doesn't intend to go along with what he's told.

"I may know what you are going to say, maybe I don't. Guess whether I can think of the purpose of your coming here. There is a 50% chance. If I guess right, I will let you in. If I guess wrong..." Hercule He said very casually, "One of us is going to be living on the street."

And this person must not be Hercule.

Edward said decisively: "I bet you can guess what I'm going to say."

Hercule, who was highly trusted by him: "..."

In other words, you used information that I already knew to trick me into letting you into the house?

Edward Nygma is bound to become something big because he has no shame.

"I have no other intentions." Seeing that Hercule was determined not to let him go, Edward used a tactful expression, "You and I both know that something interesting will definitely happen tonight. I want to clear my own suspicions and watch from the sidelines." Intervene in your reasoning from the perspective of the author. Just like Sherlock Holmes...Sorry, I seem to have mentioned him, let’s change it to Poirot this time.”

He smiled meaningfully: "There is no way Hastings, the friend of the great detective Poirot, will become the murderer in the story, right? I am planning to fight for such a role now."

Something in Edward's words struck Hercule. He thought for a moment and moved half of his body: "Please."

"Thank you very much!" Edward took off his hat and walked to the sofa with exaggerated steps. "I won't disturb you. I hope you can have an inspiring night, detective!"

Hercule barely slept the first night of his crossing.

Whether it was the murderer mentioned by Shania, the order received by the innkeeper, or the motionless cat Edward Nygma on the sofa, they all made him wary. He took out the battery of the mobile phone he bought in the afternoon and used it and the ballpoint pen in the drawer of the hotel room to make a simple alarm device, so he would wake up when someone approached the window from the outside.

The strange intruder sneaked into the room unknowingly. Hercule stood in the blind spot of the opponent's sight while holding a lamp, and knocked him out with a single blow.

Due to excessive force, half of his arm went numb, the palm holding the metal handle lost feeling, and he almost let go of the lamp without holding it firmly.

There is no way, 25 physical strength is like this.

The detective who had just solved a criminal by himself thought so.

Almost at the same time, Edward jumped up from the sofa. The police kicked open the door and aimed their guns: "Don't move!"

Hercule: "..."

Detective Bullock outside the door: "..."

Hercule's room had a simple layout and limited personal belongings. He had all his clothes on, and there was half a sandwich on the bedside table, a bottle, an electric kettle, a fresh apple that hadn't been eaten, two pens with empty refills, two refills, two magazines, and two Peel the whole orange peel.

The reason why these things are described is that Inspector Bullock found that they were not placed randomly or organized into categories. Hercule seemed accustomed to classifying the things in front of him according to their numbers, and each category was clearly separated. For example, three kinds of food were placed in three different areas, and the orange peels were not thrown into the trash can. It was placed on the magazine and under the pen refill, which made the detective feel awkward.

The base of the lamp in Hercule's hand was still stained with blood. He put it back in its place, placed it with the bottle, electric kettle and fresh apples, looked at the police and then at the unconscious intruder, and said without any nervousness: "Good evening, Inspector. You are here just in time." , but I remember I didn’t call the police.”

Bullock came back to his senses, walked in with a black face and pulled him aside. He had the unconscious man lifted up, handcuffed, and sent to the police car. Then he turned to Hercule and the innocent-looking Edward Nygma and said: "Follow me too!"

Hercule walked into the police station again within 24 hours.

This time he was familiar with the roads and didn't need anyone to guide him. Several policemen on night shift looked at him blankly as he picked an unmanned desk and pulled out a chair to sit down. They turned to Detective Bullock and asked: "New colleague?"

Before Detective Bullock had time to get angry, a chuckle came from not far away. Someone across from Hercule put down the newspaper, revealing a familiar face - Bruce Wayne stretched out his hand across the table: "Hello."

It's fate.

Hercule shook hands with him: "I hope it was you who called the police for me."

Bruce: "Why do you say that?"

"Otherwise you and I will be two more suspects."

The police officers watching: "..."

Is that how 'again' is used? It was clearly you who wanted to trick the richest man into seducing him this morning!

Bruce calmly turned to Edward and asked, "Who is this?"

Hercule opened his mouth to speak, and Edward took a half step back: "I am Hastings tonight, Mr. Wayne, you two can chat."

And he put this sentence into practice, and actually retreated all the way to the gate and started talking to several police officers on duty.

Suddenly only Bruce and Hercule were left in the conference room.

Hercule glanced at Edward's back seriously, then relaxed a little when he looked at Bruce Wayne.

But do the changes in his expression reflect his true thoughts, or are they staged?

Bruce thought as he twisted the newspaper.

Alfred, the butler, was away, and he didn't know who to share this interesting discovery with: while he regarded Hercule Hugo as a dangerous criminal suspect, the other party seemed to view him as such.

——The chaos in Gotham gave them the opportunity to stand outside the rules and examine each other.

This is never a good thing, but no one cares.

Hercule didn't think much of it. He had nothing to do, refreshing the system panel repeatedly like a player who was disconnected from the Internet:

[You feel someone is watching you. 】

[You feel someone is watching you. 】

【Do you feel...】

[Your mind is clear and no one is disturbing your attention. 】

Um? ? ?

Hercule sat up straight, and at this moment Bruce Wayne lowered his head to read the newspaper. The nearby police officers were doing their own things, and Edward Nygma had his back turned to him.

There are many possibilities, but the most obvious conclusion is that the person in charge of the police surveillance room is slacking off.

He slowly relaxed his back, and after a few seconds, he chose to talk to Bruce Wayne: "Mr. Wayne."

The handsome young man with black hair and blue eyes raised his head.

[You feel someone is watching you. 】