Three-stream detection simulator

"There's a lunatic asylum ahead."

The light was too dim, and Professor X could only see the hazy outline of the person who made the sound through Hercule's eyes in his memory. But anyway, Hercule had told the beginning of this story in the ward, so he was not confused about the situation.

"No one has visited such a remote edge of the city for many years... How many fifty years? Or a hundred years? I don't have a good sense of time recently. Your face looks full of questions, kid, what are you doing here?"

Hercule stood there cautiously and asked, "Excuse me, where is this?"

"Edge realm, edge of the city, lunatic asylum...whatever you want to call it. We are a group of guys forgotten by society, no one understands us, nowhere to go, so we have to settle down here and live in seclusion."

Hercule seemed to be entangled for a while.

Then he continued to ask: "Who are you?"

The stranger answered every question: "Me? I don't have a name now. Look at me, I look like a ghost. Since I almost don't remember what I look like, why do I have to put a yoke around my neck with my surname?"

Hercules: "Why are you here?"

"Where else can I be if I'm not here? I want to move to another place. To be honest, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, I will get tired of it after looking at it for decades. What's more, it's stuffy and hot here, and it's uncomfortable to death. God! If he is still alive, just take me to heaven! Otherwise, just kick me into hell."

The detective was not evaded by him: "Answering questions with questions, you are avoiding it. Is the real answer a secret?"

The man in the shadow heard it and said: "Haha, you are really persistent. Generally speaking, only people who walk around aimlessly with their eyes closed can find such a place by coincidence. Maybe you are not one of them. Well, considering that no one has talked to me for a long time, I can satisfy your curiosity a little bit - I'm looking at the sea here.

Did you see the shoes on my feet? I even gave them names. I call them fishing boats. ”

“…”

“Your expression shows that you think I'm crazy. I understand you, My friend, who the hell would sit in this damn place and watch the sea! I am a lunatic, you are right. ”

Hercules: “Since this place is called a lunatic asylum, you can’t be the only patient here. Where are the others?”

“You are so damn polite that I am embarrassed to say bad words. But this shitty place makes me breathless, oh, I don’t need to breathe-I mean breathing violently. Anyway, shit, everyone else has left. Now I am the only one left here.”

The stranger in the dark gradually became irritable,

“I answered a lot of your questions, young man! I have never been so patient in my previous life! It’s your turn, why are you here?”

“I am a detective, homeless, and currently traveling around the world.” Hercules replied, “When I passed the underground, I was attracted by a group of people fishing on the railroad tracks. Recently, people have been missing Tracing and suicide, I followed the clues and found three murals about the "sea" on the wall, so I came here along the track. "

"Detective?" The stranger asked suspiciously, "Is there still such a profession now?"

"Oh, if you must say, you can think of it as the Renaissance, or I am playing a role-playing game."

"I see, you are really childlike."

"And you live a life like Hemingway in the mental hospital, I can't compare with you."

"... You have some talent for telling hell jokes. In the past, we might get along well." The stranger wiped his face and said, "But it is true that I often feel that I have bipolar disorder and will die of suicide sooner or later, and my life is like the old fisherman named Santiago in his writing. The difference is that he spends 85 days fishing, and I am sitting here facing the sea, and it takes 85 years."

Hercules fell silent and observed him carefully. Professor X noticed that the source of the light around him was very difficult to define. Sometimes it seemed to be emitted from the depths of the tunnel, and sometimes it was like the flashlight covered with blue cloth stuffed into his sleeve by the stranger in front of him.

After a while, the detective suddenly asked, "Does the 'sea' really exist? It's something like the afterlife... a place where ghosts and spirits live?"

"Hahaha!" The stranger laughed, "Dead God, how could you think so? There is no heaven or hell in our world. If there is a soul after death, what will it do?"

Professor X thought Hercules was once a staunch atheist. But now he clearly showed doubt.

The stranger said, "I'm sorry, let me put it another way. Forget the damn sea and the damn cultists. Everyone else in this place is either crazy or dead. I'm the most normal one among them, so I can still chat with you here. I'm not looking at the sea, I'm fighting against myself, you know? Boxing with the madness deep in my heart."

"After understanding this, you can go back."

Hercules: "I have a question, maybe you can answer it for me-why are the underground people obsessed with the sea? Compared to sea fishing, shouldn't they yearn for land more?"

The stranger was stunned: "Good question, I haven't thought about it."

He pondered.

"'They', you can see that I'm not an underground person, and I do have some brains, detective, your previous journey was not in vain. But I still think this is not your business. Underground people have their own way of life, and others should not interfere. I will help you keep an eye on those missing people, and what you need to do is to help me deliver a message."

The detective seemed to hesitate between the two options for a moment. Then he asked: "Who to send it to?"

"Ark Pharmaceuticals. Is this company still there? Who is the boss? It doesn't matter, you just need to convey a message for me, and it doesn't matter if you say it to the guard. Just say 'I plan to leave the lunatic asylum, go see the real sea, and catch some live fish.' Let them not worry about it."

After saying that, the stranger kicked the leather shoes that he called 'fishing boats' and warned: "Run quickly after you finish speaking. There are a bunch of psychos in Ark Pharmaceuticals, and they may come out to trap you."

Hercules agreed.

He turned and walked a few steps, then turned back and asked, "Are you not leaving with me?"

"Not yet." The man in the dark waved his hand, "I haven't left here for a long time. I have to pack up before I can see anyone, and then I have to find a few companions to take me to see the leader of the power entrenched in the nearby subway station. In short, the underground world is complicated, and finding people is not a one-time thing. It takes a long time to plan. Give me some time to prepare."

In a blink of an eye, Hercule left the tunnel and came to another city. The surroundings are no longer hot and dark or full of radioactive wastewater, but have become extraordinarily beautiful, harmonious, and tidy. It is sunny here, with tall buildings everywhere. More importantly, even though it is visibly developed, the humans living in it have not ignored natural life.

There are green trees and bushes on both sides of the road, and the air is filled with the sweet smell of soil after rain. The one-way visible light blue glass of each building is surrounded by creepers and unknown purple flowers. Groups of parrots, sparrows, and warblers hovered between the electric wires and street lights. A mother duck swam in the pond by the roadside, followed by a row of fluffy ducklings.

Professor X, who followed Hercules' consciousness, felt a little uncomfortable when he suddenly came from the dark underground to the human paradise with birds singing and flowers blooming. They seemed to be walking in the garden city built in the imagination of people in the 21st century.

On the building with the most lush vegetation in front, there was an inconspicuous plaque, which read: Ark Pharmaceuticals (A.P.I.: Ark Pharaceutical Indtries).

The main entrance was a very regular automatic induction glass door. Not far from the door, there was a statue more than one person tall, and below the statue was a line of small English introduction: "Solemnly introduce our chairman to everyone."

Uh.

Whether it was Hercules in the memory or Professor X at the moment, they couldn't help but look up at the statue above with confusion.

It was a Maltese puppy made of metal, with dense hair, finely carved and lifelike.

Hercule lowered his head and read the introduction again.

He read it right.

‘Solemnly introduce our chairman to everyone. ’

He looked up again.

It was still a Maltese puppy with ears drooping on both sides, long white hair like whiskers around the mouth and nose, looking solemn but kind, but it was difficult to change its essence.

“……?”

The detective rarely stopped and hesitated, not knowing whether to continue to move forward into this mysterious building ruled by puppies.

**

At the end of the corridor of Hawaii Hospital, the Element Devourer and a group of SHIELD agents were vomiting, and the scene was not very beautiful.

Constantine stood at the door of the ward with a serious expression and asked, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if we accidentally left the corridor and walked in again?"

"Don't assume such a terrible thing, John." Zatanna said seriously, "No one wants to go against Professor X. I'm starting to admire Magneto a little bit."

The agents only had breakfast in their stomachs, which were quickly emptied. They stood up weakly with the help of the wall and took out mops from the tool room to clean the battlefield.

The Devourer was even more heavyweight. At first, the things it vomited were barely normal, such as lunch boxes, unopened biscuits, two balls of catnip balls that came from nowhere, and a piece of undigested animal limbs...

Then things began to develop in a bizarre direction.

It vomited a stack of Earth cash.

A space bus card.

A space court flyer.

A translator covered by a flyer.

A piece of green glowing stone suspected of being radioactive-Kryptonite, a deadly weapon against Superman.

A ring that immediately fled and disappeared from sight after landing-the Lantern Ring, the energy source of the Seven Lantern Corps.

A piece of bumpy, extremely hard mineral - vibranium, a specialty of Wakanda, is used to make Captain America's shield.

...

Everyone was stunned.

Until the Devourer vomited again, and vomited out a golden bell as big as a baby's fist.

"Fuck! Isn't this the magic prop 'Hibida's Bell' that I'm looking for?" Constantine couldn't help cursing, "You made me be chased and beaten by the Yuwen Church for so many days!"

But he thought about it, and then realized: "No, can alien creatures use magic? How can it use this bell?"

The conditions for using the bell are extremely harsh, what about only favoring creatures that are neither good nor evil, or neither male nor female, or neither yin nor yang...

Fury gave a look to the men next to the Devourer. The agent calmed down, moved like thunder, hugged the black cat's forearm, lifted it up and turned it into a vertical cat strip!

...

"Oh." The director of SHIELD pretended to be compassionate, "Now we know the reason. But I heard that cats will become more honest after being sterilized. Is it true for the Devourer? There are court flyers on the ground. I don't know what kind of criminal record this space bandit has left."

The black cat let out a hoarse and gloomy roar, and turned over to scratch the agent behind him. The latter was prepared, but his arm still couldn't dodge, and was cut by the knife with a bloody wound ten centimeters long. At the same time, the thick tentacles with sticky corrosive saliva exploded in the middle of the narrow corridor. Batman threw out several electromagnetic locks to block their way and warned the agent: "Back off!"

People hurriedly avoided it, the ropes exploded, and the smoke and ash were everywhere. The cat's shadow was stretched long by the extension of the tentacles, like a huge monster that covered the ceiling.

The dust was dispersed, the tentacles were intact, and the roaring threat from the Devourer's throat was even more terrifying.

"Inhaled anesthetics are useless." Batman concluded, "Looks like we have to use force."

He grabbed the nearest tentacle with one hand, pulled it in front of him, and swung it again. The lighter black cat flew into the air. The Devourer turned above the corridor, like a natural gymnast, with its pupils narrowed into slits and locked onto the humans below.

The batarang glided towards its abdomen.

Zatanna's black hair moved without wind, and she said: "Tie up his feet and hands!"

This is the famous irony magic.

As a result, the voice fell, and there was no effect. The batarang was blocked by the cat's claws, leaving only a golden red spark produced by the collision.

Constantine took the opportunity to smoke next to him and corrected his companion: "It's not 'him', change it to its!"

Zatanna: "..."

Forgot.