Three-stream detection simulator

Hercule asked Charlie Brown, "What else can you tell me?"

The man's two hands were clasped together, he lowered his head and said, "No, I'm just talking casually."

And when he made this move, Hercule saw that the hair on the back of his head was in tangles, with a few obscure blood scabs attached to it.

It's a pretty serious injury I've suffered recently.

But not fatal.

"You need to rest." Hercule said meaningfully. "Pain will increase psychological pressure. Maybe things are not as bad as they seem."

"I really hope you are right." Charlie Brown relaxed his shoulders and murmured with pain on his face, "But do you know? Just at noon today, my son secretly called me to tell me that my wife was Contact a lawyer - she wants to divorce me. I lost my job, and now the only things I have are going to be taken away from me... I will have no home," Hugo said, tears gradually appearing in his brown eyes. He choked and asked, "How could they do this to me? What did I do wrong?"

At this time, a volunteer walked over and said gently: "I have hot milk here. You should take a nap, Mr. Brown."

She gave Hercule a wink, looking like someone who often deals with emotional breakdowns. Charlie Brown quickly burst into tears under her comfort and was out of breath. It didn't take long before he lay down on the folding chair next to him and fell asleep. Most of the people around him took it for granted, but a few looked at this scene with sympathy and concern.

After the volunteer comforted Charlie, he lingered next to Hercule for a while with a hot towel and milk, seeming a little worried that he would cry too.

Hercule: "..."

He noticed that the name written on the other party's ID tag was: Harleen Quinzel.

"I'm fine, Miss Quinzel," he said to the young girl, who had obviously never graduated from college. "Go take care of others."

"You really don't need help?" The beautiful blonde girl blinked slightly, "I know how contagious extreme emotions, especially crying and laughing, are. Many people will follow suit after seeing others cry. It’s nothing to hide when you feel bad together – you’ll feel better after talking about it.”

"No, I feel fine right now, but thank you anyway."

"Oh, you really don't have to be so polite."

"Have you been a volunteer here for a long time?"

"That's right." Harleen Quinzel replied enthusiastically and lively. "I've been here as long as the Charity Association has been around. The people here are very interesting and make me feel like my empty soul has been replenished. I guess This is what it means to help others... By the way, your last name is Hugo~ The protagonist of one of my favorite stories recently is also named Hugo, what a coincidence! Nice to meet you, Mr. Hugo.”

She left with brisk steps and quickly turned her attention to the other wanderers, but still looked back at Hercule from time to time, as if she was very interested in him.

She must be a kind-hearted girl who has watched Oliver's show... Hercule thought to himself. The pen on her collar has the Gotham University emblem printed on it, and her accent has a hint of Brooklyn, a bit like Captain America. So this is an undergrad who came to Gotham from New York to attend college? Eighty percent of the majors are psychiatry or psychology.

Almost at the same time, a young man's voice who was still in the stage of changing his voice muttered behind him: "She is a very good person."

Hercule turned around quickly, startling the other party. The young man who spoke had short, messy black hair and a pair of blue eyes that reminded Hercule of his old friend with a dual identity. It is worth mentioning that he was the one who chose the 'Hercule Hugo' card in the card game just now.

"Hey." The young man was frightened, but he reacted quickly, "I thought you left. That girl has thoughts about you, don't you want to get her phone number?"

"She has thoughts about me, but that's not necessarily what she thinks." Hercule said, "But I understand that adolescents in the developmental stage will always understand hunting as another level of 'hunting'. Hello, I am Hugo, what’s your name?”

The boy's face turned red. Fortunately, the people playing cards with him didn't notice their conversation.

"You—" He wanted to say harsh words first according to street rules, but the detective's gentle face and sharp eyes gave people a feeling that he was not easy to mess with, so he subconsciously swallowed the curse words. After a few seconds, the boy replied, "Just call me Jason." He chuckled and said, "I'm serious, the volunteers at Wayne Charity are probably the best people you can meet in your life. , I advise you to seize the opportunity.”

This is so social, even more social than Xibida. Hercule pretended to be surprised and asked: "Well, since it is such a good opportunity, why don't you play in person?"

He got an eye roll.

"Because I don't need it," the boy said irritably, "I can live well on my own."

At this moment, another volunteer poked his head out and asked, "Jason Todd? Who is Jason Todd?"

The boy with black hair and blue eyes jumped up and walked over quickly.

The volunteer lowered his voice, but Hercule could see his mouth movements. He said: "Your mother Catherine Todd needs better treatment. She should not come to the charity meeting, but should go to a regular hospital..."

Another large group of people carrying stretchers rushed into the hall, shouting: "This man fainted from hunger! He hasn't eaten for a week!"

They blocked Hercule's view. When the surroundings were quiet again, Jason Todd and the volunteers had already left the hall and went to the infirmary next door. Those who had been playing cards behind Hercule and talking to Jason The children with whom he had a good relationship were also missing.

Near midnight, the lights in the hall were turned off. Hercule sat on a chair with his eyes closed to relax. Half asleep, he felt Hibida tapping his calf with its soft tail.

"What's the matter, Mr. Hibida?" Hercule asked in a vague voice, stroking its back.

Xibida snored twice, which was because she didn't exercise enough. Hercule then opened his eyes and planned to find a place where there was no one around to play with the cat's violent toys that could kill ordinary people. He led the element-devouring beast quietly through the place where snoring was everywhere, and the smell was very good. Strange bench seating area, go through the living room door to the front hall.

There are two long and narrow corridors on the left and right sides of the charity hall, leading to the deeper office area. There are many uniformly spaced windows on the corridor wall. At this time, the moonlight shines through the glass on the tiled floor, like thin and translucent snow, and also drags out the shadows of passers-by.

Hercule inadvertently turned his head and glanced in the direction with the brightest light, only to see a huge triangular, kite-like silhouette appearing on the ground. He blinked again, and the shadow of the 'kite' disappeared, and the moonlight outlined a soft long-haired female figure.

After just a few moments, footsteps sounded. The woman moved deeper into the corridor. Hercule became a little untimely curious. He hugged the cat and stood on his toes to take a look at the corridor. All he saw was that the window was open, swaying from side to side in the wind, and there was only one person in the straight corridor. None.

The cat purred again.

Hercule held its paw and said seriously: "You know, Mr. Hibida? If this were a detective novel or a comic book, when we go out and come back, there will be victims in the charity meeting."

Hibida didn't understand. Hibida urged her good friend to go out and play with it quickly.

How can the Yuan Devouring Beast be so energetic when it doesn't have enough to eat?

Hercule came to the emptiest park in the neighborhood with a strange mood. After making sure no one was nearby, he placed Hibida on the lawn and took out... the 'Batman's Approval' medal from his pocket.

Its appearance is that of a well-made batarang that can almost look real, and even Batman himself may not be able to tell the difference.

"You've ruined all the other toys." Hercule tried to reason with the cat, "We only have this today."

He threw the batarang in a ball-throwing gesture that would make a superhero cry.

Hibida is as fast as lightning! It rushes to the other side of the lawn! It caught the ball... it caught the batarang! It ran back!

I advise everyone to raise a Yuan Devouring Beast and gain the dual pleasure of raising a cat and a dog at the same time.

Hercule was delirious with sleep. He took the batarang with half-closed eyes and threw it again.

According to estimates, if you repeat this for half an hour, both cats and humans will fall asleep.

Half an hour later, when Hercule held the batarang again, he did not throw it out, but scratched the cat's chin with the non-pointed side: "How do you feel, Master Hibida?"

Hibida opened her mouth, spit out the tentacles and yawned.

Call it a day and get off work.

Hercule was about to hang the Batarang invisible back on his clothes when he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the bushes nearby. In a place like Gotham, most of the people wandering around late at night are not serious people. He suddenly woke up, picked up the cat, and pointed its unretracted tentacles in the direction of the sound.

Hibida:?

Hercule held its two front paws like a submachine gun: Raise a cat once, use a cat once.

The friction sound not far away still did not stop. An old acquaintance of the detective walked in with his hands raised: "Hercule?"

"...Harvey Dent?"

"What are you holding up the cat for?"

"Why are you here?"

They looked at each other.

After a while, Harvey put down his hand and complained: "You scared me, I thought someone was robbing me with a gun."

His expression was natural, but there was a shadow on his face caused by a long-term depression: "I'm off work and have nothing to do. I'm just looking for a place to hang out. What about you? Are you here to play with the cat in the middle of the night?"

He looked at Hercule suspiciously: "There is still a case happening around here... Is the cat a witness?"

"...You are somewhat mentally sensitive, Your Excellency the Grand Inquisitor." Hercule threw away Sibida, walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Relax, there is nothing to do tonight. Your job Is it going well?"

"It didn't go well. Alas, it was expected anyway. There may be new developments in the near future." Harvey walked over directly and walked side by side with Hercule. "Stop talking about this, do you want to have a drink? I'll treat you. You. To be honest, it's great to see you, detective. My friends and I have different schedules, and you are always free when you don't have a case at hand."

"No problem." Hercule agreed, completely forgetting the drowsiness just now, "I originally planned to stay at the Wayne Charity Club tonight, and I heard interesting things there, which happened to be what I needed. People share.”

However, Harvey's focus was completely wrong: "Um, where are you resting tonight?"

Hercule repeated: "Wayne's Charity."

Harvey's expression became a little horrified: "How did you... No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say anything bad about the Charity Club. It's just that, um, there was a murder at the Charity Club?"

"?" Hercule said, "No."

After receiving a negative answer, Harvey became even more unbelievable: "Wait a minute, let me clarify. In other words, you did not choose to live in the Charity Club because of the case. I remembered that yesterday was Thursday, and the Charity Club had preferential treatment."

He was silent for a long time, and he really couldn't think of any other reason for Hercule to live in the Charity Club besides lack of money: "Did the New York Police Department ask you for war damage compensation? I don't mean to speculate maliciously on my colleagues, but I I can only think of this explanation. You must remember that I am a professional lawyer and have connections in the government. If you need legal assistance-"

Hercule raised his hand to stop his increasingly outrageous speculation, and said helplessly: "I just had a sudden idea that it would be interesting to live in Charity, and it is indeed true."

Harvey asked sharply: "Where would you have lived if you hadn't had this sudden idea?"

Hercule coughed dryly and tried to fool him: "Some 'big house'."

Harvey: “Hobo slang for ‘big house’ means jail cell.”

"..."

The kind-hearted prosecutor completely cannot accept that his awesome friend who has just been in the newspaper cannot afford to live in the Gotham Hotel!

He put his arm around Hercule's shoulders and said while walking to the bar: "I sometimes wonder if you really knew Wayne and Stark at the same time, but since Bruce Wayne bought a house in New York, maybe Iron Man Tian also plans to invest in real estate in Gotham.”

In this way, as long as the detective knows enough rich friends, he will never be without a place to live wherever he goes.

However, he certainly didn't expect Hercule to reject Director Gordon's invitation.

"I am an honest poor man."

What happened to sleeping on the street! Don't look down on people who sleep on the street!

"Good point," said Harvey, "Let's stick to the topic we just talked about. What was the 'interesting thing' you heard about at the charity meeting?"

"About my past," Hercule replied, "I kind of want to know what you think of me, Harvey."