Three-stream detection simulator

When Jason received the message, his heartbeat was unbalanced for a moment, and he stood there expressionlessly without moving. Then the first thought that popped into his mind was: This is a liar.

After all, he did not commission a detective to find Catherine.

But what if Catherine happened to be with the drug dealer and was in danger? Can he bet against this possibility? Can he afford the consequences of not rushing over?

Five minutes later, Jason said a few words to his friends and went alone to the address sent by ‘Alexander Hugo’. In the charity, Bruce Wayne was chatting and laughing with the manager. When the boy slipped out of the door along the corner of the wall, he seemed to glance inadvertently in the direction he left.

"Sorry, Ms. Grey, I have to go to the company later, so let's talk about this today." Bruce stood up, "I am satisfied with the work done by the charity so far, and I wish you all the best."

He shook hands with the manager and called the housekeeper immediately after leaving.

"Alfred? Get ready to go."

"Where to, sir? I guess it's definitely not the company."

"Follow the kid who just went out, he might be in danger."

Jason didn't know that he had attracted the attention of a cat-eared vigilante. It was impossible for a child from a poor family to take a taxi to his destination. He could only take the bus and transfer to the light rail in the middle. While waiting for the bus on the platform, he heard two passengers next to him chatting: "Have you heard? The West District has been in chaos again recently."

Another person asked: "Why?"

"I heard that it was a group of Irish people who suddenly became confident and wanted to expand their territory."

"They are really desperate. Even the Romans no longer dare to be as arrogant as before after suffering several losses at the hands of the police and Batman."

"If you ask me, those who are desperate these days are more or less powerful. How do you know that the Irish have no one to rely on? At least they seem to have a very powerful consultant, a professional lawyer with a very good level, but I don't know if he is still working for them now..."

Jason was so annoyed by waiting that he jumped on the bus as soon as it came. In a car not far behind him, Bruce signaled Alfred to follow closely.

The butler stepped on the accelerator and asked, "Do you think the person who sent him the message was Mr. Hugo?"

Bruce said, "The letter was signed 'Alexander', a name Hercule said casually, and few people know it. Even if it was not him who sent the message, it must be related to him. But I think no matter what the situation of Catherine Todd is, he doesn't need to rush to contact Jason. What can a child do to help?"

When Jason arrived at the destination, he didn't see Catherine. Before he had time to panic, he found a strange woman standing in front of the address marked in the message.

"I'm a doctor." She introduced herself. "Is Katherine Todd your mother? She ran into a drug dealer and got hurt. Fortunately, a kind-hearted person passing by offered her help and sent her to me. The person who saved her called himself Alexander Hugo."

Jason's breathing quickened, and he hesitated for a moment: "Is she... seriously injured?"

"Well, actually it's okay." The woman comforted him, "The drug dealer is much worse off than her, and he was also sent to me for rescue. Do you want to come in and take a look?"

Jason followed the woman's instructions and walked into the cramped and dark room behind her. His mother was lying on the only single bed that could get sunlight. There were bruises on the corners of her eyes and wrists, and she was currently unconscious. On the bed opposite was a thin, hideous man, the drug dealer Robbie.

The doctor was not kidding. Robbie's injuries were much more serious - he looked like he was suddenly hung up and whipped a hundred times while walking on the road. The exposed skin was covered with blue and red lumps, which looked disgusting and scary. He was not awake at this moment. The oxygen mask on his face was connected to the only ventilator in the clinic. The doctor said that his internal organs were more seriously injured. If he had not been rescued in time, he might not have survived tonight.

Jason asked: "Is it very likely that he will survive now?"

The doctor replied: "I dare not guarantee it, and I can't even say what hurt him. I have never seen such a weapon. Don't worry, when his condition stabilizes, the police will come to take him away. You can stay here with your mother. I have to go to see the patients in other rooms."

She turned and walked away in a hurry. The boy who stayed in the room stood by the bed for a while and couldn't help turning his head to look at the oxygen mask on Robbie's face.

Is it really necessary to let such a scum and villain live and face a trial with an unknown result? Why did the detective send him and Catherine to the hospital for treatment together?

If he died today... died in this ward...

On another street, Bruce, who had put a bug on Jason's foot, said: "I've heard about the woman who claims to be a doctor. She opened a free clinic on this street to help those who can't afford to go to the big hospital."

"So, Catherine Todd is really fine?" Alfred asked curiously, "Then why did Hercule Hugo send that text message?"

**

Half an hour ago. Jason hadn't left the charity yet.

In front of the charity, the person who stopped Harleen was Charlie Brown.

"Help me... help me think of a solution, Harleen! You're the only one who can give me some advice now!"

"Charlie?" Harleen glanced at him inexplicably, "I want to help you, but I am no longer a volunteer. I resigned."

"It has nothing to do with the charity meeting." Charlie looked haggard, with dark circles almost pressing down on his sunken cheeks. He looked like he hadn't slept at least one night. "Do you remember what I told you about the reason why I was fired from the company? I found that Where’s the damn half-finished material, but—”

"Thank you Charlie, but I really don't have time today!" Harleen looked particularly impatient. "I have very, very urgent things to do, which are a hundred times more interesting than these old sesame seeds and rotten millet you are going to tell me! Now! Please disappear from me immediately, or I will take coercive measures. Do you want to hear me call someone?"

"No, wait, what's wrong with you, Harleen? You don't look like you at all. Did you meet some weirdo?"

Harleen ignored him: "I'll give you three more seconds, three, two, one -"

"I'll go on my own." Charlie wiped his face tiredly, "But give me one last chance to confirm. Don't you want to hear what kind of plan I have? I swear this time is definitely different from the previous failed turns. ”

"That's what you said last time when you wanted to steal something from that thief's house, and what you said last time when you planned to take revenge on your boss." Harleen glanced at her watch, "But you never succeeded in doing it, Charlie. I have lost interest in studying your psychological changes. You are an adult and should be able to make your own decisions instead of waiting for your wife to divorce and your son to die before you regret it.”

Charlie shut up. He was a little frightened by the possibility that Harleen described. His face turned pale, and a layer of pain and anger appeared in his eyes, which quickly dissipated.

He gritted his teeth, turned around and walked away.

Harleen stayed at the door and waited until his figure completely disappeared before carefully turning around and walking around the bushes to the back alley of the building. She was an excellent amateur gymnast. She climbed to the second floor easily and glanced through the window into the office of the administrator of the charity association.

Bruce Wayne and Ms. Grey’s chat was lively.

"Damn it!" she cursed angrily, hanging on the outdoor escape tunnel with one hand, and using the other hand to send a message:

'I can't do it, honey, you have to help me. ’

**

Hercule put away his phone. It was after two o'clock in the afternoon. He estimated that Jason should have seen his mother. He hoped that he did not suffer too much fright and emotional torture on the way.

Now he was holding Hibida and hiding behind a huge container. This is a construction site warehouse with a very chronological feel. Several small buildings surround a hidden open space. There is a truck parked in the middle of the open space. Several strong men are transferring metal boxes to the back of the truck for packing. He couldn't see clearly what was in the box, but he thought it was mainly thermal weapons.

Hibida: "Is what you are looking for here?"

"No, it doesn't look like it at the moment." Hercule replied quietly, "I can only guess that I'm still a step too late. They have already moved the most important items away."

Hibida: "Then let's..." just leave?

Hercule: "Then let's do it."

After running in along the way (without taking a few shots), one person and one cat have already developed a considerable degree of tacit understanding in coordinating the attack. The specific operation is as follows: Hercule uses his brain to model the terrain map and patrol guards, then holds the Black Cat submachine gun around his back, pinches the cat's leg when the enemy is not paying attention, and Hibida spurts out after receiving the instruction Tentacles, so the heavily armed members of the Black State fell down like that!

As for why he didn't command remotely and let Cat Brother solve it himself... On the one hand, there was a delay in the translator, and on the other hand, Hercule felt that he needed a certain degree of participation.

As the number of Mafia thugs wandering the clearing dwindled, they finally realized something was wrong, and Hercule chose to speed up. He slid down from the container and landed directly in front of a guard - he was originally going to land behind him, but his foot slipped - before the other party could react and aimed his submachine gun at him, he raised the cat and said, "Open your mouth. "

In the dark corner, the guard didn't even think about what kind of weapon firing command "open your mouth" was until he fell down.

When he fell, the sound attracted the attention of several other guards. Hercule raised his head and let Hibida look at a metal support frame diagonally above him. Hibida understood this and wrapped his tentacles around the edge of the support frame before pulling. The body, along with the detective, fell to the second floor platform. When he landed, Hercule moved his ankles hard, thinking that it was not appropriate to try such a strenuous activity a second time.

——Many Premier League players who use hooks, spider silk, or whatever else will most likely have something to say when they see this scene.

As the saying goes, the rich rely on technology and the poor rely on mutation.

What to do if you are poor and have no variation in luck?

The answer is to kidnap instead of buy, to find mutated animals on the street and take them as your own.

One of the strongholds of the Irish Black State was destroyed in one fell swoop.

Hercule, the culprit, enjoyed the look of horror and disbelief on the faces of many criminals before they fell into coma. Like a devil, he sat on the back of the truck on the container that had not yet been transported away. In fact, he did not want to leave for one more step. He leaned against the car door with a steady breath but psychological resistance, and took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket.

It’s better to use our brains for fun, let’s use our brains.

A few minutes ago, he received a message with a phone number.

Hercule copied the number to the dialing interface and dialed it.

The call was answered quickly.

First, a shrill laugh came from the other side: "Hahahaha! Hahaha! I'm really surprised and really angry! Didn't you go to save the mother of the poor and cute little boy? Where did you get this phone number?"

"Because I can't wait for your game invitation for a long time, and I'm a little impatient." Hercule waited for him to finish laughing, and then he tapped his right knee and said with irritability after exercise, "To be honest, your behavior reminds me of some bad people and things. I still suggest that we don't waste time anymore and just get straight to the point. Otherwise, things that make you angry will happen one after another, and even if I try to immerse myself, it's hard to get much fun from a third-rate game."

"Nonsense! Why are you always like this and don't talk about the fun of life?!" The person on the other side said angrily, "Hahaha! I understand, it's me who reminds you of 'helping people get to the toilet', right? I like toilets! It's definitely your problem if you can't appreciate it!"

Hibida didn't understand what Hercule was saying, but she could find that his breath had changed instantly.