Three-stream detection simulator

"What a good day today is?" The Riddler asked as he leaned in front of the glass. "The people I love the most and the people I hate the most are all standing in front of me! Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Detective. You should I’m not here to investigate. I haven’t done anything recently, and I’ve also provided a lot of help to the GCPD’s trash.”

Hercule said in surprise: "I haven't heard of that."

"Oh, why would they mention their incompetence to outsiders?" The Riddler said with a smile, "I don't mean that you are an outsider, detective, but you and them are not the same person after all. You and I are just..."

"If a triangle said something to the circle, what would it be?" Hercule interrupted.

The feeling of others asking riddles before me was so novel. The Riddler was slightly startled and replied: "...Potless."

Literally means that there are no vertices on the circle.

The extended meaning of potless is ‘meaningless’.

Hercule was calling him nonsense.

"Well, there is really no point in saying this now." The Riddler was not angry, "I may have to wait until I become your neighbor one day before I can hear the true words from your mouth that are not bound by secular laws. Speaking of which, then It’s time you saw the cozy cabin prepared by the bat, how do you feel about it?”

He glanced maliciously into the shadows behind Hercule.

"During the renovation, everyone was guessing which newcomer to Gotham this was for. Who would have thought that a detective who had just become famous in New York would be a potential madman? Only I, the only one in Arkham, could see through the truth at a glance. . Are you really on the safe side, detective and Batman, or are there signs already? The most terrifying thing you wrote, directed, and created has already appeared in the night?"

Hercule ignored this provocation and temptation.

It is not difficult to imagine that the Riddler also had a lot of condescension and complacency when getting along with his fellow prisoners.

I feel relieved to see you are still in such good spirits.jpg

Hercule thought to himself that the Riddler still maintained a high interest in the 'detective' in his mind, and even in prison, he was always paying attention to his movements. And when there is an unsolved puzzle in hand, Edward Nygma will not easily change the target unless...the target comes to him.

In this case, he turned his eyes around the label strip on the wall of the cell, and said angrily: "How about we make an exchange, Edward. I will tell you about my recent experience, and you will also Let’s talk about yours.”

**

Batman stood on the rooftop of the Arkham prison building, silently watching the setting sun in the distance.

A few minutes later, Director Gordon walked up holding the handrail: "The guards said you were missing, but you are here. Where is Hercule? Doesn't it matter if he faces the Riddler alone?"

"This is the Riddler's condition." Batman said without looking back, "Don't worry, I'm prepared."

"That's great... It seems like yesterday that the last time you, Harvey, and I got together to talk about Hercule." Director Gordon hunched over, stretched out his hand to block the wind, and flicked the lighter twice, " I heard Harvey had a fight with you."

"Yes. He doesn't agree with my arrangements for the Riddler, Arkham, and Hercule. He thinks that the Riddler's fate is too good, and Arkham will become a buffer zone for criminals sooner or later, and we are dealing with those like Hercule. Really good people like Eric are too harsh.”

"This is not the real reason, but just a trigger, right? Harvey has been under a lot of pressure since he was promoted. He has taken over several cases recently, and his attitude has become more and more hardline, but the results have always been... Not satisfactory." The smoke filled the air, and Director Gordon's voice was vague. "Harvey had a prisoner with solid evidence who was exonerated. I took the time to talk to him, and he said that he could understand, 'This kind of thing happens from time to time. 'But I could tell he was frustrated, but the trouble he was having in that position was something none of us could help with, especially when some of it came from within the system."

"...I can feel that he is disappointed with some people." Batman said solemnly, "He no longer tries to show his innocent side. Harvey used to be willing to help others for free, and now he does the same , but I feel that it is gradually becoming a charity to fools and weak people. 'You are better than them, so you must show this superiority.' He has to force himself to think this way in order to repeat the same thing to those who have made no progress. Work shows passion.”

"Are you serious?" Gordon asked. "I don't believe it. Sometimes you have to put aside your skepticism towards your friends. Batman, it's only been a month since he sat in that position, and I can't think of anything that could make one A good-natured person changes so much in a month.”

Batman actually agreed with him: "You are right. Maybe I made a mistake. Harvey just needs more rest. I think he is hiding something from us. He is too vigilant, too tired, and unwilling to Tell me what's wrong with me. Maybe I should let Hercule meet him. At least he won't be as defensive about the detective as he is about me."

Gordon chewed on his cigarette and watched the twilight creep up a little above his head. The afterglow of the sun remained on the horizon in front of his eyes, and behind him was the dark night: "Don't think too much, I'm still young, you are young, and Harvey is still a hairy person." Even if we accidentally make a mistake, we still have the opportunity to start over..."

He didn't say anything else, he just stared at the gauzy sunset, hoping that this warm temperature could stay in people's hearts longer.

**

"Joker." At the same time, after driving away Batman, the Riddler said to Hercule, "I heard such a name some time ago."

"So he's your friend, Edward?"

"No, how is that possible? He is just a bastard, a pig, a pale and empty symbol of madness written in the medical record." The Riddler said, "I can see through him at a glance, and there is nothing to mention. But he insists on standing in my way. It’s as annoying as a buzzing fly in front of my eyes!”

He suddenly grabbed a piece of green sticky note next to him and put it over his left eye:

"There is a void behind me, and through the door full of teeth, there is everything in the world in front of me. What am I?"

Hercule's voice echoed in the empty corridor: "Lies."

"Lie!" cried the Riddler. "The Joker is a complete lie! Promise me, Detective, you won't go see him, okay?"

Hercule looked at him thoughtfully: "What will happen if I see him?"

"...I don't know. Maybe the mystery of you will be solved somewhere I can't see. Maybe a part of you dies and I never know the answer." The Riddler said, "You have saved Why don't you show me mercy one more time? Trust me, the Joker is a joke and he doesn't deserve any attention."

"You gave me a clue card." Hercule nodded to him. "The clown is a joke and a lie. He knows me better than I know myself. It seems that you and he have targeted me at some point in time. There was a debate, and you were the loser, weren't you, Edward? I have to say, I'm grateful that you were willing to go to this point for me."

The Riddler's expression twisted.

When Hercule left, he leaned against the glass and shouted: "I'm waiting for the day when you become my companion, detective! It's not a good thing to know too much. Solving riddles is the path to madness, so I am. , so do you!”

Because of these words, when Hercule walked alone through the long corridor towards the door, criminals of all kinds on both sides looked at him silently.

Their whispers turned into a torrent of voices that rushed towards Hercule, carried between the chain link and the metal wall: "We recognize you, Hercule Hugo. See you next time... and Welcome to Arkham."

Before the detective could express his appreciation for their collective sense of honor, the guard in front of the door couldn't help but tighten his grip on his gun. When Hercule joined Batman and Commissioner Gordon, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Commissioner Gordon looked at this scene of escorting prisoners inexplicably. He pulled Hercule over, away from the guard behind who looked so nervous that he might shoot at any moment, and asked with concern: "I heard a little about Hawaii. How are you doing?"

"Very good, as energetic as you." Hercule glanced at the director's dark circles and looked around with slumped shoulders, "Harvey isn't here today?"

Gordon looked at his watch: "He should be in court now. Our prosecutor Dent really wants to make some achievements. He is more upright and hard-working than anyone in this city."

"I couldn't agree more with you." Hercule walked in front, as skillfully as if he had been to Arkham hundreds of times, "It's getting late, and it's rare to meet old friends. Let's find a place to eat. How about it? I’m here to treat you.”

Gordon asked curiously: "Are you rich?"

"No," Hercule said frankly, "We can only eat set meals below $526."

"...How much money do you have on your card?"

"$530." Hercule said, "It's not that I'm not willing to go bankrupt for my friends, but I still have to leave four dollars to take the subway. I want to see my street friends tonight."

Gordon was even more confused. He turned to Batman and asked: "Where did he get his friends from the streets of Gotham?"

Is Hercule so popular?

Batman thought for a moment.

Then he said: "Hercule met a few street homeless people while investigating the case."

You have to take a car to sleep on the street! ! No wonder only four dollars were left!

Commissioner Gordon was completely impressed. He declined sincerely and touched: "It won't cost so much to treat guests to dinner. You go rent a hotel first, and I will help you think of a solution. Or you can stay at my place for the next few days, Barbara, I mean I My daughter, she likes you very much."

"Oh? It's my pleasure." Hercule never imagined that he would be able to attract a little girl one day. He didn't know if Barbara Gordon was a legendary superhero reserve. "But it's not necessary to live in your house. , I prefer nature.”

He was determined to hang out with the homeless.

Gordon was helpless. Batman already knew the detective's character and didn't even bother to persuade him.

Hercule was quite generous and treated them to a delicious meal. The money in his pocket instantly shrunk by half. The director was at a loss and felt guilty, so he decided to help the detective find a few more commissions if he had the chance.

That night, until the three of them sat on a park bench after eating and drinking, Harvey Dent still couldn't get off work, and he didn't know whether the overtime pay was worth it.

It was a rare clear night. Neon lights lit up from the street to the end of the alley. In front of the bar, a woman with heavy makeup held a microphone and sang softly. Hercule was walking alone on the sidewalk, taking out an old hat and placing it on his head after a long absence.

With Zatanna's magic as a cover, the detective looked no different than he did more than a month ago when the early autumn wind blew up the hem of his coat.

Long time no see, Gotham.