Three-stream detection simulator

The medal 'Batman's Approval', in addition to giving the wearer a bunch of random reputations, the two most important special effects are 'increasing the favorability of the bat superhero' and 'attracting the attention of Batman's enemies'. Hercule sometimes felt that Gordon and Harvey were able to make him one of their own so quickly, somewhat borrowing the light of Batman.

——So if he admits the role of the former special effect, does he also have to admit the latter one?

Harvey Dent was walking around as he said and met Hercule in a remote park. Is this a coincidence?

Hercule hoped so, anyway.

So he hooked up with Harvey as if nothing happened, staggering to the bar like two street gangsters. The bartender recognized Harvey, who had been on the news lately. But before the other party spoke, the young prosecutor put his hand over his mouth and said to the bartender: "Keep a low profile, this is official business. I want a glass of vodka and Coke."

He asked Hercule again, "What do you want?"

Hercule: "Same as you."

"Really? Don't blame me for not reminding you, the wine here is not adulterated." Harvey smiled kindly at the bartender, and when he turned back with the cup in hand, his expression darkened. At this time, he no longer felt like Apollo, the sun god without haze. Instead, he felt like the shop environment around them, like the entire Gotham, which was damp and cold.

It was difficult for Hercule to attribute his changes to psychological effects. "You look tired," he tentatively said.

"It's a bit." Harvey wiped his face, but did not deny it. He also made a joke, "If you argue with someone until midnight over something that you can see right and wrong with eyes, you will also want to go there with a gun. To assassinate a colleague. You see, if I have two bullets in my hand, I want to kill the criminal suspect first, and then blow the head of the boss who received the bribe from the mafia... No, maybe I will flip a coin and decide. Which of them deserves to die more?"

"It's amazing." Hercule said very flatteringly, "And I will pretend not to notice that it was you who killed the person."

Harvey clinked glasses with him: "Honey!"

After drinking half a glass of Coke-colored vodka in one gulp, he continued: "Actually, if this really happened, who else could I look for if I didn't look for you? Batman? He is a vigilante who hates evil. Jim? He is here I've been sitting in the director's position for too long." He said with a faint smile, "Maybe I can only ask you to give me another chance, Hercule?"

He remembered the detective's question just now, rubbed the rim of the cup with his thumb and said: "We are the same kind of people. Detective, I can see that you have a past that can be washed into the sewer. A truly good person has no shadow. He will neither be like you nor me, nor even like Batman and Jim..."

Hercule asked: "Who do you think can bear this honor?"

"No." Harvey said with a smile, "Maybe it's Bruce Wayne? I don't know. That tragedy happened in his childhood, but he seems to have completely forgotten it now. Whether it's spending time, drinking, or occasionally Even when he does good things, he seems lighthearted and doesn't care about anything."

Hercule, knowing Batman's true identity, remained silent.

Harvey didn't notice that he didn't want to talk anymore, so he urged, "It's your turn. What did others say about you?"

"It's incredible." Hercule shrugged. "He said that I had both parents, a happy childhood, and a wealthy family."

"...Really?" Harvey's eyes widened and he put down the drink, "I don't believe it."

Hercule: "..."

"I know what you mean, but it's a bit too much to answer so decisively, Harvey."

"I'm not saying you're not worthy." Harvey slapped the table twice, "Let's put it this way, I've seen so many cases, and this doesn't fit at all... Wait, maybe something happened later."

Hercule looked at him with half-eyed eyes.

Harvey went on his own to make up a tragic life experience for his friend: "There is indeed a certain probability that you were born in a wealthy family. At least your family did not develop the habit of saving money for you. But at least for a long time, you wandered around and got used to all kinds of things. Harsh living environment.”

Hercule: "No...wait."

Does this sound familiar? Your familiar stranger Batman has something to say.

“Maybe I don’t want to save money just because I can always make money,” he protested.

Harvey looked at him thoughtfully and said quickly: "Indeed. Ha! You have the self-confidence that has been cultivated for a long time. In other words, you have been different since you were a child."

"I don't know," Hercule started talking nonsense trying to keep up with him. "I never went to school seriously, so I can't compare."

"Family education? Look, it proves your background from another side."

"I taught myself -" Hercule blurted out, "no one ever taught me."

"Why?" Harvey looked a little smug, and he succeeded. "Tell me why, detective?"

Hercule crossed his arms and thought in his mind - how could he say such a thing? Could this be part of the character's hidden past, revealed by the body fabricated by the system?

But when he tried to dig deeper into his brain, there were no memories.

As for the player... the player is a serious person who has received nine years of compulsory education. He even clearly remembers the cartoons he watched when he was a child. But if the player really exists and the character really exists, then where do the images when the player plays the game come from?

The most important thing is that all idealistic and materialistic means can prove that there is only one soul in the character's body, otherwise Hercule will be exposed when he smokes his metal pipe. The two magicians Constantine and Zatanna Even experts can't find it.

In the end, Hercule, who had too many guesses due to lack of clues, chose to change the topic: "You may not know, but that person also said that I adopted a son and a half."

This was so sudden. Halfway through his drink of vodka, Harvey choked to death: "Ahem, cough, cough, I need to get to know each other. If you really have children, make sure they call me Uncle Dante."

Hercule laughed. Harvey complained: "Whoever said this is crazy, I don't think you can even feed your cat..."

Hibida snorted viciously. It didn't like the pungent smell in the bar.

In the early hours of the morning, two half-drunk people walked out of the bar. Harvey adjusted his collar in front of the glass covered with colorful stickers in the bar, then looked down at the watch on his wrist: "The time is just right, I have to go to work."

What a Gotham social beast!

Hercule looked at him with pity. Harvey was not convinced: "Who is worse off? Do you want me to remind you that you have no place to live? Mr. Wayne's Crazy Thursday special offer has officially ended. You can either make money or occupy a shack that can protect you from the rain in advance. "

After a few seconds, he opened his mouth to speak.

Hercule was the first to say: "Thank you, but I will not live in your house."

Harvey had an 'I knew it' look on his face. He turned to leave, but Hercule stopped him: "Harvey."

His friend, who had turned into a handsome and high-spirited prosecutor again, looked back questioningly.

"No matter what happens, you can call me." Hercule's tone was no different from before, nor did he appear very serious, as if he was just making an insignificant promise, "Look, I'm a paid detective, not a vigilante or a police officer."

Harvey smiled and put his index and middle fingers together and tapped his temple: "No problem, Detective, we are 'all the way'."

He walked away with ease on his feet and high spirits.

**

Gotham is calmer in the morning than at night. It is a city sleeping in the fog.

Hercule knew that the Charity Club was no longer open to the public today, but he clearly remembered what the front desk volunteer said: free breakfast on Fridays.

Praise Bruce Wayne!

He returned to the gate with a damp body, brushed off the water drops and walked into the hall as if nothing had happened, trying to fool the volunteers and administrators who were dozing on the chairs. However, before he could slip through the living room door, vague quarrels came from the fire escape.

First, a middle-aged woman said impatiently: "I have my own work to do, get out of here, Jason."

"What kind of job do you have?" Then the young man asked, "Marijuana? Cocaine? I told you not to meet that bastard named Robbie who provided you with drugs again!"

"Why do you care about me? You son of a bitch."

Her son was amused and asked in disbelief: "Are you fucking scolding yourself? Just get out of here, I'll tell you to wake up!"

Hercule began to feel that it was not fit for him to continue listening. But the iron door of the fire escape opened at this moment, and Jason Todd walked out with his shoulders hanging down and an impatient look on his face. He had just had a quarrel with his family, but he didn't look sad. On the contrary, he was so angry that he wanted to find someone to fight at any time.

Hercule had the misfortune to be the one who hit the muzzle of the gun.

"Take your sneaky nose back, psycho." The boy no longer maintained the sense of distance he had when facing strangers yesterday. He looked at Hercule suspiciously, "I remember you didn't sleep in the hall last night. Who do you work for? The Japanese?"

"I don't pay attention to reputation." Hercule said seriously, "I will work for whichever force pays me."

"You're going to die," Jason said simply. Someone in the hall called his name: "Jason! Come over to play cards? Joey drew a new card face for the 'Hercule Hugo' card."

Hercule watched the boy's expression change with great interest. Finally, he hurried over and said angrily: "Hit."

He never looked back for his mother.

Catherine Todd was nowhere to be seen, perhaps looking for someone to buy medicine again.

There was a long queue in the canteen, and the idea of ​​taking advantage was universal. If the Charity Association hadn't only provided breakfast to those who stayed here at night, maybe ordinary people nearby would have secretly come here to get a meal. Hercule passed by the children playing cards leisurely and heard Jason throwing out the cards in his hand: "'Hugo card'."

He felt the shadow beside him, it was Hercule looking out.

"...I didn't call you." Jason suddenly realized that there was a 'Hugo' in front of him, "Don't look at it."

"You should play this." Hercule quickly calculated the situation based on Jason's hand and the cards played, pointing to the 'Hulk card' - this is much simpler than 'Crime Master VS First-rate Detective' , it can even be said to be clear at a glance, "After seizing the initiative, continue to play the 'Professor

Jason grabbed the cards and sat cross-legged on the ground with a sullen face.

Hercule seemed to realize: "I'm extremely sorry, shouldn't I interfere with you? Maybe you like Hercule Hugo very much, so you insist on using him to play cards. Hercule Hugo himself may It feels like an irrational waste, I mean, if you really want to win."

His smiling, friendly expression seemed a little hateful for no reason.

The other kids looked at Jason's face hesitantly.

For a long while, Jason didn't say anything, and fiercely pulled out the Batman card: "Batman!"

He shouted so loudly that someone nearby who was dying of illness sat up in shock and looked around in panic: "Where is it? Where is Batman?"

"Hmm..." Hercule ignored the surroundings and held his chin and commented, "It can be considered an interesting cooperation. With 'Hercule Hugo' as the first player, the attack power is not high at the beginning, but it is better than Surprise. If I were you, the second card from the left will be played next. It has a wonderful effect and can lay the foundation for your victory."

This time Jason listened to him and played the second 'Captain America card' from the left.

Just then Hibbeda started scratching Hercule's pocket, and Jason said without looking back, "Your cat is hungry."

"Indeed, I'm interrupting your game. I borrowed it from a few of you."

Hercule said no more, and moved his legs to lightly step over the pile of debris next to them.

A few minutes later, the teenagers resumed the card game.

Jason chooses the ‘Hulk card’.

Then he played the ‘Professor X card’.

The boys looked at me and I looked at you, then put their heads together to study the trick carefully.

After a long while, one of them spread his hands and said: "I give up occupying this area. What he said is indeed useful, but I don't believe he has never played it before. The Super Hero Card Game is also very popular among adults, right?"

Their boss, Jason Todd, pressed his cards into a pile and said nothing.

**

Hercule sat down in the restaurant with a plate, and Harleen Quinzel came to the charity meeting to check in. She tied her blond hair into a single ponytail today, which didn't seem to match her personality, and she felt like her personality had been suppressed.

Noticing that Hercule was looking at her while eating, Harleen waved her hand and said: "I went to the school to meet my tutor in the morning, and then came by car. Yes, you guessed it right, my graduation thesis has reached a critical point. ”

Hercule put down his fork: "I haven't said anything yet, mademoiselle."

"——But I have seen the light in your eyes on many people's faces." Harleen said playfully, "You are always alone, because most people can't understand you at all, right?"

Hercule's gray-green eyes really began to sparkle. He pushed the dinner plate aside, asked Harleen to sit across from him, and said gently and pleasantly: "You know, I have received four completely different reviews in just twenty-four hours. The last one The third one completely conflicts with the first one, can you tell me why?"

"But I'm a psychiatrist, not a detective."

Harleen Zequiel answered with her chin on one hand.