Three-stream detection simulator

"Are you a detective?" Harleen asked, "You feel like a detective to me. I am responsible for the kind of work that discovers the secrets of the soul, and you are the one who pursues the truth in the material world. So what did you hear? What about the evaluation? Maybe I can help you with the analysis.”

"Is this a professional opinion, Miss Quinzel?" Hercule said with a smile, "Well, the first review I ever received was from Charlie Brown."

"Oh, him." Harleen, as a volunteer who has worked for the charity for a long time, is very familiar with the background and interpersonal relationships of the characters here. "He is really a poor person. As far as I know, he lost the company because of He was fired for a very important semi-finished material, and he has been unsuccessful in finding a job ever since. After all, who would dare to hire him after such a thing happened? His wife gradually became disappointed with him and wanted to divorce him. Divorced, but they still have a six-year-old son..."

She said regretfully: "It must be very uncomfortable for the child to be caught between parents who are increasingly divided."

Hercule did not expect that she knew such detailed information: "Did Mr. Brown tell you these?"

"You can also understand that I took the initiative to trick him out of him, haha." Harleen said frankly, "There is something about him that interests me, but it's still not as good as you."

Hercule ignored her statement and asked, "Then what? Something else must have happened to Charlie Brown. Did he try to join the Mafia?"

"I guess you can tell!" Harleen said happily, "But he said he just had an encounter with the Mafia. Charlie is not the kind of person who can be completely ruthless. He is indecisive, wavering, and never thinks He wanted to take revenge on the person who made him lose his job, or his boss, but I heard that he was beaten up by the mafia gangsters when he went to steal things from other people's houses because he offended them. These gang members are really scary. And hateful."

This would explain the gash on the back of Charlie Brown's head.

But why did a desperate ex-office worker suddenly decide to steal something?

Stealing money would not solve his dilemma of supporting his family. thought Hercule. Charlie Brown should be looking for something that can completely help him change the situation, such as... that missing piece of semi-finished material.

"In short, due to both physical and psychological factors, Charlie is definitely not a mentally stable person now." Harleen continued, "What he said to you is probably out of imagination. Speaking of which, you haven't told me yet. What did he say about you?"

Hercule repeated Charles's words. Since this description had nothing to do with him personally, he felt like he was talking about someone else's past when he read it.

After hearing this, Harleen frowned.

After a long while, she said: "This story is so boring. It is not complete at all. You see, Charlie only said 'you had a happy childhood' but did not say what you were like when you grew up. He said you went out to study, but did not say why you Alone. He said you had a teacher, but he didn't say what kind of help this person provided. He said you had a pair of children, but he didn't mention whether they were still with you. He said you had many friends, but he didn't. You may even part ways one day."

"Huh? So this is your opinion?" Hercule said, "You sound like a pessimistic person."

"I just think he used tricks in the narrative process." Harleen shrugged, "I can also say that I have a very beautiful first love who is willing to sacrifice everything for me. My studies are going very well, and all my classmates are very good to me. Friendly. I’m talented, have a bright future, and have a bond with cats.”

"Allow me to offend, he was your first love..."

"I went to jail for committing murder," Harleen said calmly. "I'm allergic to cats. But for some reason, Hibida won't let me react."

She wanted to stroke the black cat's back, but Hibida avoided her.

"Thank you," Hercule quickly turned her attention away from the cat. "I suddenly remembered something. Let's stop talking about it today. I remember you still have work."

"Okay, can you leave me your phone number, detective? I like chatting with you. You make me feel like an old friend I haven't seen in many years."

Hercule left her a phone number, but felt that based on Harleen Quinzel’s somewhat crazy standards for choosing friends, it was definitely not a good thing to be called an ‘old friend’ by her.

**

At noon, Hercule was caught fishing in troubled waters by charity workers. They told him mercilessly that he must either register his real identity, fill out an application form, and be reviewed before he can live in the Charity Society, otherwise he would have to leave now.

Good girl Harleen rushed over and tried to help: "He is my friend..."

"No, Harleen," the colleague said ruthlessly, "unless he goes through the procedures to become a volunteer now."

So the detective had to return to his loyal street. Before leaving, he grabbed the staff member's arm and asked, "Actually, I'm here to see my friend Charlie Brown."

Staff member who watched him interact with Jason Todd: "Your friend who lives in Charity is really a bit doha."

Hercule insisted: "Has he not come back since he left last night?"

"Yes." After the staff member finished speaking, he paused and changed his tone to a softer tone. "He will come back, Mr. Hugo. If he can't wait for someone, Charlie Brown must have found a better way of life. ”

Instead of being unbearable, jump off the platform or the roof and end the rest of your life.

Although this is more common for staff.

The people who live in Charity Club are all precarious and often have relatively happy pasts. It will be harder for them to face the sense of disparity than for someone who has never had hope. Charity will try its best to help everyone who comes to seek help, but unfortunately the results are not always satisfactory.

Hercule thought for a moment and said, "Do you mind if I wait for him in the hall for a while?"

The staff looked at him with more sympathy, but still looked embarrassed: "We have regulations..."

"Okay." Hercule said, "You can lend me a chair. I'd like to sit outside the door for a while. Thank you."

It makes those who hear it sad and those who see it cry!

The volunteer who was originally engaged in this work out of empathy no longer blocked him. He simply found a stool and personally helped Hercule move it to the door. He also warned: "Gotham has begun to cool down these days. If you need a blanket, you can come to me.”

Hercule was wrapped in a coat that was gradually coming into season, sitting with his legs crossed at the door of the charity meeting, searching the Internet for recent news. Most people would place a back chair in front of someone's public place, either looking like a gatekeeper or a beggar, but he was different from both. It looked very strange and made people couldn't help but guess that there were other people here who didn't understand. story.

Occasionally passers-by would whisper to each other, but Hercule lowered his head and ignored it.

He noticed that the media reported on Harvey Dent's latest case, an illegal weapons smuggling case. It is rumored that the interests of several powerful officials are involved, so the facts of the case are still unclear so far. The biggest suspect in the case, the boss of a technology company, went to court several times and returned to the company unscathed. He even openly declared in the media that ‘Gotham’s new prosecutor is nothing more than that’.

Harvey must have been furious.

Hercule mused.

He flipped through Harvey's resume again, praising the glorious history of struggle on it, and also found a few things worth noting. At this moment, Hibida strolled over and spit out the translator, and said to Hercule: "Hehe, I don't like that Harleen Quinzel, can you stay away from her?"

This is the first time that Brother Cat clearly expresses his likes and dislikes.

"Why?"

"She is allergic to cats." Hibida said confidently, "She is definitely not a good person."

...The map bombarded Mr. Hibida.

"I think she likes you very much." Hercule said fairly, "Allergies are not decided by one person's subjective will."

Hibida came up with a new angle: "Her first love was a murderer."

"That's true." Hercule agreed, "And when she described the other person, her feelings were still very sincere. She still liked him after he killed someone... The problem is, is it because she loves him too much that she doesn't mind him killing people? Or was it because he killed someone that she became obsessed with him?"

Brother Cat squatted on the ground and made a thinking gesture: "What's the difference?"

Hercule looked at it speechlessly, and after a moment he succumbed to the wisdom of the element-devouring beast and followed its words: "There is no difference. You are right, Harleen Quinzel is indeed not normal. But she He's not the most abnormal person I've met since I returned to Gotham City."

"——Is there anything more abnormal in the world than talking to a cat?"

Jason Todd pushed open the door of the charity club, his eyebrows furrowed at a young age, "I heard someone said you were kicked out. I thought the charity club was to help anyone in need, don't you Not one of them?"

"It turns out you wanted to avenge me." Hercule put down the translator, "Please forgive me, since I made you feel bad this morning, for a moment I thought you were here to express ridicule. But this is not charity either. It was a mistake, the staff strictly followed the rules and did their best within the system, and to be honest, I didn’t need help.”

His docile and convoluted explanation did not make the boy feel uncomfortable. Jason walked up to him and asked, "Then why are you sitting here?"

Hercule said: "I originally wanted to wait for someone, but now I may not be able to wait. I hope everything goes well for him."

He looked up at Jason's expression and said firmly: "You are angry because of your mother. Did she quarrel with you again?"

Jason snorted angrily from his nose: "No, she's gone. She must have gone to Robbie to buy goods... Drug dealers deserve to die."

He cursed a few harsh words he learned from the street, and then secretly glanced at Hercule's face. Hercule was always calm, and after he finished cursing, he said: "I can understand your anger. "

This attitude is not like facing a teenager, but almost like facing an adult. So Jason came up with his own understanding. He pinched the back of his chair and said nervously: "I just heard the conversation between you and Ms. Harleen Quinzel. You are a detective, and a charity case happened. "

"Not yet."

"Then... well, do you have a case on your hands?"

Actually there is. But Hercule denied it: "No, do you want to give me a commission?"

Jason: "Yes, I want you to help me find Robbie. He has connections in the Black State and will be very dangerous."

"Danger is not a problem."

"Then you want to ask about compensation? I can give you enough money."

Perhaps this means that children from poor families will become parents early. Hercule didn't ask him where the money came from. To be honest, if a minor with unreliable parents wants to support himself, there are only a few ways to support him. Just look at the small gang that Jason has in his hands. I know he is not an honest boy.

He said slowly: "Oh, don't worry, I'm just a little-known detective, and the remuneration will not be very high." As his reputation grew, he became more and more skillful in saying similar self-deprecating and self-deprecating remarks. , "Why is your commission to find Robbie instead of your mother?"

Jason turned his head: "The two of them must be together."

Hercule said no more: "Okay, I'll take your commission. Anyway, I don't have a case in hand, so this can be regarded as us helping each other. The weather is nice today, do you want to sit here for a while? By the way, help me Tell us about the drug dealer Robbie and his relationship with your mother."

The young man hesitated for a moment, then turned back to the hall. After a few minutes, he moved out an old dusty chair, dusted it off and placed it next to Hercule.

The people with stories in front of the charity meeting became two.

But you have to ask whether doubling the number of chairs would make sitting at the gate of a public place any more normal... Hercule had to admit that doubling the number of people would make it even weirder from the constant glances of passers-by. .

This is what Bruce saw when he passed by a charity meeting. Batman's colleague Hercule Hugo and the child who pried the tires of the Batmobile sat side by side in front of the charity that Bruce Wayne invested money to establish, like two moving signs protesting the charity's inaction.

He carefully analyzed it, but to no avail, so he stopped the butler Alfred who was driving: "We are not going to the company, Alfred, and we will go back to the parking lot of the Charity Club."

The butler looked like he had expected it: "You have to thank Mr. Hugo for giving you a valid reason not to attend the meeting."

He reversed the car expertly.

"Of course I have a reason." Bruce straightened his suit and tie. "The last time Bruce Wayne met with Hercule, he gave the detective a large sum of money. He had to ask him why he came to a place like this. Bar?"

Alfred didn't make any comments. He looked at his master and couldn't wait to jump out of the car. He threw all the board members who he didn't like behind his head. He seemed to care about strangers, but in fact he went to chat with good friends.