Three-stream detection simulator

"Then I had a second thought," Hercule said. "Could it be that the gang's superiors had changed the order and I didn't know about it?"

Batman: "The possibility of changing the order overnight is relatively small."

"Indeed, I just can't ignore the probability of its existence." Hercule nodded, "But on the night of July 7th, I met Bruce Wayne at the police station. I'm not sure if you know him, Mr. Wayne. He should be considered a pretty good communication partner among wealthy people.”

Batman: "..."

This was not over yet, Hercule added: "Speaking of which, Mr. Wayne is also an interesting person."

Batman: "..."

This sentence should be followed by something else. Based on Batman's superficial understanding of the detective, Hercule's evaluation of it as "interesting" must be because "Bruce Wayne" exposed something.

He rarely had the experience of being pointed out flaws in his behavior as a client. While he felt nervous and excited about meeting his opponent, he was also dissatisfied with his possible negligence. He was waiting for the other party to share his evaluation of Wayne, but Hercule did not. Suddenly the conversation changed:

"Not to mention him, this Mr. Wayne told me that he was attacked by members of the Black State. Is it possible that the Black State had just retaliated against a fringe member involved, but the next day decided to spare the family members who were more closely connected to the deceased? ? I think it’s hard to make sense.”

When Hercule talked about rising, he couldn't help but want to reach into his pocket for a pipe and calm down halfway - poverty and travel make people calm.

"This led me to a third guess. The hotel owner might be another force, maybe an infighting, maybe a member of another gang, maybe he works for himself and has no real loyalty to anyone."

"..." Batman paused for some reason before continuing, "Falcone will not tolerate uncontrolled forces in the territory."

"Yes. And the infighting can't explain why he didn't take the lead in solving Shania's problem." Hercule crossed his fingers and leaned on the back of the chair, half-closed his eyes, and said while smoothing out his thoughts, "This power It must be able to compete with Falcone. It will not be the local gang. The only local gang left is Maroni, which has also been in decline.

Jermaine's backer can only be the government, so it makes sense for him to advise Shania Fordham to leave - the police want to transfer my client during the black state siege, and the gang power becomes more and more rampant, Jermaine En became more and more nervous. He was worried that Shania would have a place in Gotham that he couldn't take care of. So on the 7th, Bruce Wayne and I were attacked, and on the 8th, he suggested leaving. The mafia had no idea where Shania was hiding, and they didn’t expect that their subordinates would betray them..."

Hercule thought of something again, opened his eyes and said, "The police station's work log contains the attendance records for that day. I wonder if they will write such an action on the bright side."

Batman did not answer the question and instead said: "As you said, Jermaine may indeed have secret connections with the police."

Hercule nodded and shook his head: "In addition, there is another detail. Someone broke into the hotel on the night of July 7th. Almost at the same time, the police, fully armed and well prepared, entered through the front door of my room."

Batman: "Bruce Wayne called the police."

"Were you able to obtain police surveillance? Or did you talk to him privately?" Hercule was slightly surprised but did not go into details. After all, everyone has their own special methods. "Mr. Wayne did say that he reported it. The police. He called the police, and the police arrived quickly and caught the criminal."

"But the police came too fast...too fast..." There was obviously a problem that Hercule hadn't figured out yet. He seemed to be talking to himself, "What if Jermaine is really the police?" Undercover, do ordinary police officers know? Anyway, the attacker cannot know, he came in through the window..."

"Oh, forget it, I hope this information is useful to you and can be used as a reward for subduing the robber." He suddenly sighed and joked, "I shouldn't tell you my inference. There are still some contradictions. If The reasoning turned out to be wrong, and I may never set foot in this city again in my life.”

Hercule weighed the baggage of his idol.

Batman heard him talk about himself for the first time and quickly snapped out of his thoughts and asked, "Why did you come to Gotham?"

Because the game system distributes jobs and units together.

Hercule told the truth: "I can afford to eat here."

In a place with good security, who would hire an unknown third-rate detective?

Batman didn't believe it at all. He took Hercule's ambiguity as the other party not trusting him, which was normal. The Dark Knight, who had just debuted, skipped the topic: "Next, what are you going to do..."

Before he finished speaking, not far ahead of the road, which should be where the hotel was, suddenly erupted into blazing golden-red smoke and fire.

**

The sirens of fire engines soared into the sky. The gray-green old windows of the hotel looked like the mouth of a giant dragon breathing fire, and the cloud-covered sky was lit by firelight, like thick liquid hanging upside down. The strange thing is that even though there was such a big movement, the nearby residents seemed not to hear it and closed their doors and windows tightly. No one chose to meddle in other people's business.

Hercule had never raced a car. He abided by the law before crossing over, but he was very poor after crossing over. He had limited experience in extreme sports that only young ladies and young men had the opportunity to experience. And tonight he was forced to experience it - after discovering that the hotel was on fire, the Batmobile instantly accelerated and approached the fire despite the strong wind and heat wave.

After arriving at the destination, Hercule's heartbeat was still a little too fast, and he hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt. This tension made his right hand, which was not very useful to begin with, even more useless. He pulled the seat belt plug out of the socket several times.

Batman didn't expect that his detective companion couldn't take care of himself in a critical moment. He had already jumped out of the roof of the car to save people, but he turned back and hurriedly said: "You-"

"I'm fine." Hercule's mind was still very calm, "The arsonist was Hei Bang, maybe because Shania went to the police station, they now know her whereabouts. You go to save people, I'll drive, and try to save time."

Despite the critical situation, Batman was silent for a moment, a little suspicious that the detective did it on purpose.

Hercule looked at him with a matter-of-fact expression.

Batman gave up arguing: "...Okay, this car can drive automatically, without too much operation. You go to the driver's seat, and I'll start the engine as soon as I come back."

He rushed into the ruins filled with smoke. The hotel was not big. There were no tourists staying overnight in the past two days, only a few hungover guests stayed in the bar. Batman took them out one by one and put them in the open space not far away, and then turned back to look for other survivors.

"Here!" Edward Nygma's voice came from the second floor. Hercule looked up and saw him leaning on the windowsill and waving downstairs. Shania Fortanmo stood beside him and shouted: "Hercule!"

Batman's uniform is fireproof. He ran up to the second floor and jumped down with one hand grabbing a person with amazing strength. With the open cape as a buffer, Shania was basically not injured. Edward seemed to twist his foot when he landed, but he quickly stood firm again.

Hercule heard the sirens of the fire truck gradually getting louder, but the first ones to arrive were not firefighters or police. Several bullets fired from the darkness at the running people, and another bullet was aimed at Hercule to prevent him from opening the door and getting out of the car. Shania was still wearing a nightgown and screamed in the middle of the way - her arm was scratched by a stray bullet.

Even at this time, Hercule still had an inappropriate idea: the members of the Black Gang would never think that Batman's car could only open up or at the back, and it would be useless for them to shoot bullets at both sides...

The outrageous car opened the door for the outrageous vigilante.

The pursuer shouted loudly: "They are going to run!"

"Go!" Hercule was already sitting in the driver's seat. At this moment, he made a quick decision and skillfully pressed the button that Batman had pressed.

The rear cover and roof of the Batmobile were opened at the same time. Not to mention Shania, even Edward Nygma was stunned. However, this Batmobile was not prepared for transportation, and the passenger capacity in the car was quite limited. Batman first let Shania get in the car and sit in the corner holding the seat belt, and then he turned over and stuck to the roof, so that his lower body entered the car and his upper body was outside the car, which could also save space.

Edward hadn't come in yet. His face was blackened by the smoke, and his hair smelled like burnt protein. He looked like a wild man who had just walked out of Africa. He stretched his neck and asked, "What about me?!"

The only thing left for him was a chair that was hung outside because Shania had taken the seat and couldn't be taken back - the one with handcuffs and shackles.

Hercule looked at the rearview mirror and shouted, "Get in the car!"

Edward was obviously hesitant about the chair just like Hercule. But the pursuers were close at hand, and he struggled for a few seconds under Shania's urging, and finally climbed up.

Hercule pressed the button again, and with a "click", Edward was fixed on the chair.

His face turned green, and he struggled twice but couldn't get free, as if fate was strangling his throat: "What are you doing?!"

"Don't be picky, Edward!" Shania grabbed the seat belt that originally belonged to the seat and roared at him, "There are no extra seat belts here, otherwise you will fall off!"

Batman turned around and said to Hercule sharply: "Drive!"

Hercule stepped on the accelerator and gradually accelerated to the bottom. Batman threw a smoke bomb behind him.

"Ahhhhhh——"

Edward Nygma screamed like a dying person sitting on a pendulum.

The rear cover of the car could not be closed, and the exhaust pipe of the Batmobile sprayed blue flames under his feet. He was exposed outside the car and retreated at high speed, with smoke, bullets and pursuers in front of him. The members of the Black Gang reacted one after another and got into the black car parked on the side of the road. Edward's throat was hoarse, his ankles were painful, and he gave a middle finger to someone with difficulty.

He thought he would never, ever forget this day.

Whether it's the Mafia, Batman or... Hercule Hugo!

He will pack these people up and send them to hell sooner or later!!

**

Twenty minutes later, Edward Nygma's voice became weak from the initial full of energy.

He slumped in the chair and said in a flat voice every few seconds:

"Help."

"Help."

"Help."

"Listen to me, detective, what is it that you have to bury when it is alive, but it breaks out of the ground after it dies?"

Hercule answered him while driving, with a rare uncertainty in his tone: "Plant?"

"No," Edward replied, "It's me who will become a zombie in this car."