Three-stream detection simulator

This is a subway full of pedestrians. During the evening rush hour in Gotham City, everyone was sitting in their seats exhausted physically and mentally, their faces full of boredom with this unfortunate life. Only Hercule, although he also looked like a poor and miserable social animal, could not move at this moment. Stop and move quickly along the long carriage.

The girl with orange hair is Barbara Gordon. She sat at the end of the train, looking down at her phone a little sadly. Half an hour ago, she texted her father, James Gordon, to ask if he was home, but got no response.

Normally, little girls would panic when encountering this kind of thing, but Barbara was used to it, so she skillfully turned on the news channel and saw that there was indeed another big case in the municipal district.

Reporters blocked the police chief and asked him whether the shooting in the municipal area was related to Wilkinson Technology, which had recently gone to court, and where prosecutor Harvey Dent had gone.

Gordon had the familiar look on his face that made him want to smoke because he had a headache. He wanted to push Detective Bullock out and hold him in front, but he was also afraid that he would say bad things about Harvey. He had been losing many battles in court recently, which made many People criticized Harvey's persistence. The director was unable to contact his teammates and was hounded by the media. No matter how he answered, he would be attacked. He couldn't even take the time to sit down and reply to his daughter's text message.

Barbara lowered her head and fiddled with the progress bar of the news video in frustration: "It would be great if Batman could be here..."

In fact, she didn't know what the purpose of Batman's appearance in such an occasion was, but sometimes the superhero just standing there would give people a sense of hope that things could turn around.

Hercule rushed into the last carriage with the cat, and happened to hear Barbara's words: "Sorry, there is no Batman, just a passing detective."

He didn't have time to explain in more detail, and pulled the little girl behind his back. Hibida jumped up and scratched his claws from the upper right to the lower left, leaving a dozen centimeters on the face of a male passenger next to Barbara. Long bloody mouth.

The male passenger yelled and took out a submachine gun from the tennis bag at his feet. Even more exaggerated than him was an ordinary-looking long-haired woman sitting across from her. She lifted up her down jacket, revealing that Da twisted her body from the air, opened her mouth and swallowed the ammunition that was fired midway. Go down.

"Why are you allowed to bring a cat on the train?! Why isn't the cat in a bag? You are breaking the law!"

The passenger holding the munition said so.

"To be honest, I didn't buy a ticket." Hercule, still holding the mechanical heart in one hand, detailed his crimes to the criminal, "The fine for taking a cat directly onto the subway should be below this."

"What he said makes sense, boss." The man with the gun looked at the woman covered in bombs, "We all have guns, we should have evaded fares just now."

The woman ignored him, looked at Hercule with a half-smile, then took out a lighter from her down jacket pocket and lit a cigarette for herself. Then she let go of her hands and let the flames pour on her body.

Hercule's pupils dilated: "Hibida!"

Hibida broke the glass of the truck, separated two tentacles, rolled up Hercule and Barbara respectively, and jumped out of the truck. The train was advancing on a viaduct more than thirty meters above the ground, and the carriage suddenly exploded behind them. Barbara only felt a stinging pain in her exposed calves, but nothing happened to her body - Hercule held her close In front of him, there was a tight blockage.

They fell through the air at high speed.

A small patch of hair on Hibida's flanks was burnt, but other than that, there was nothing serious. It used two tentacles to wrap around people, and the remaining tentacles were looking for pressure points in the air. After decelerating several times, it finally landed safely.

Hercule hissed when he landed, and there was a layer of cold sweat on his forehead. He didn't look like he was injured, and he said calmly: "They came prepared, knowing that I had raised a child." It only eats the Yuan Beast, so I gave up the point-to-point attack. However, I was also prepared to cut off the last car and the front car body in advance, so that at least the other passengers would be fine. "

Barbara looked at them blankly, her ankle began to hurt terribly, maybe the bone was broken. The explosion just now was so violent that they were blasted dozens of meters away by the air waves, so it was impossible for them to escape unscathed.

But everyone and the cat present were so calm that Barbara didn't even think of calling an ambulance for a short time. She stood dazedly for a long time and asked, "What happened?"

"Someone wants to use you to contain the Gotham Police Department and Batman." Hercule said, "And he also made sure that if I save you, I have to pay a certain price no matter what."

Having said this, he frowned slightly, took off his coat and inspected it. The clothes didn't look too seriously damaged, but there was a spot at the hem that was burned to a burnt brown color, which was very conspicuous even on the dark wool. Hercule rubbed it with his fingers several times, trying to remove the color from that area, but to no avail.

His shirt asked resentfully, "Won't you come and check on me?"

Hercule didn't even look up: "Shut up."

In his left eye, a raven-like shadow lingered in front of him for a while, but he waved his hand away impatiently. Before leaving, the raven's shadow unhappily pecked Hercule's fingertips, leading Get the real tingling sensation.

But there was nothing in his right eye.

Is that Gotham? He wasn't sure.

Barbara, who never spoke: "?"

Her eyes inadvertently fell on the detective's waist and abdomen. The shirt was originally stuffed loosely into his pants, but now it was soaked with a dark liquid that was most likely blood. The torn fabric was close to the skin, and the blood stains on it were still expanding. , and soon even the blind man could smell this ominous smell.

Hercule failed to dispose of the coat and had to put it back intact. The coat originally had a belt, and he usually tied it when he thought it was necessary, but this time he carefully took out the belt, balled it up, and stuffed it into the coat pocket, which was the original seat for Hibida, and let the cat squat on his shoulder. superior.

When putting on clothes, turning his body caused the wound on his waist, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Barbara was horrified: "We have to go to the hospital!"

"No," Hercule refused, "it's not that serious."

At the moment of the explosion, Hibida's body was so big that it was difficult for the long tentacles to protect the person airtight. In desperation, he could only ensure that the person involved would not be blown up in the air.

But the effect of force is reciprocal after all. Hibida's tentacles helped Hercule stabilize his body, and almost gave him a mouthful of blood when he fell from a high altitude. As for the impact of the explosion, it is no exaggeration to say that the coat blocked a huge amount of damage to Hercule, otherwise he would have suffered more than just some skin trauma on his lower back.

The detective was about to comfort Barbara when he suddenly noticed that she was holding her left leg on the ground. Her face turned pale. In addition to being frightened, it was more out of pain: "Is your leg injured? Sorry, let me take a look." "

He squatted down with difficulty to check the little girl, and felt that the situation was not good. The bone was really broken, "I see, then we..."

Feeling that she had not done her job well, Hibida squatted on the ground with a guilty conscience and snored: "Go to the hospital?"

This time the inspiration was so high that even without a translator, Hercule knew what it wanted to say.

"It's a bit difficult to go to the hospital right now. I have limited mobility." Hercule cleared his throat, "I'm afraid I have to make a phone call. As Miss Gordon said, this kind of moment really requires the appearance of an atypical detective - wait a moment ”

Barbara was confused. She saw an unnamed detective who had just saved everyone from the big explosion like a god from heaven, but insisted that he was a traditional type. He was holding a hand that seemed to grow on his hand. , the mechanical heart that kept spraying black water, the other hand took out the flip phone from another pocket that had not broken into eight pieces, and dialed a certain phone number:

"Hello, Mr. Batman, are you available now?"

Barbara: "!!"

She suddenly had an idea and understood without any guidance who the person in front of her was! In an instant, the pain in her calf disappeared under the influence of adrenaline. Barbara was so excited that she could not speak, but the current atmosphere was tense and it was not the right time to ask for autographs——

Five minutes later, Batman came around the corner on his motorcycle.

With a sullen face, he first threw a roll of bandages and hemostatic spray to Hercule, and then went to check Barbara's leg.

Hercule was in a hurry and did not exchange greetings with him. He said directly: "I have to go to the Upper East Side later. You should have a lot of work to do, so it is better to continue to divide the troops into two groups."

When he spoke, he always looked at the lasso hanging on the Bat's belt. In fact, the missing device on the clock tower that shouted "I am Batman" left such a deep impression on him that he was afraid that he would be mid-sentence. At this time, a piece of equipment on Batman suddenly rapped in a deep voice.

"The purpose of 'Joker' is to strip away all appearances——"

Robin's voice came from behind him: "What is it? And, do you want me to help you apply the medicine, detective?"

He and Barbara looked at each other curiously, and then Robin jumped down from the height and walked over to Hercule.

"No, really no, thank you." Hercule pushed him aside perfunctorily, "I don't know what kind of character the clown was originally, but this time his various plans were carried out without interference. There is only one obvious outcome: everyone dies.

I think living people are more useful to him, but the clown does not pursue "usefulness". What he wants to witness is complete madness and death, and convey a certain message to me through the ending. "

"And if he hadn't been convinced that he couldn't kill me, I would have become the first corpse in this game."

Batman asked: "Is this your reasoning?"

"This is my intuition." Hercule raised his hand and tapped his forehead.

He could even imagine or see the scene: the clown's figure hidden in the darkness, playing a chess piece with his gloved hands. There was an exaggerated smile on the corner of his bright red mouth, and his green eyes shrank to a point, staring at Hercule sitting opposite the chessboard.

The chessboard was placed on a circular stone pier, surrounded by a cave that was invisible. The clown used his chess pieces to eat the opposite king, leaving a mess on the chessboard with numerous casualties. Then he pointed behind him, not far away from the end of the cave, there was a pool of water emitting a bright green light. There was a dark shadow suspended in the center of the water waves, which was blocked by the stone wall and could not see the specific content.

This is definitely a very scary and solemn scene.

As a result, the Batmobile behind Hercule suddenly said: "I am a bat——"

The unsuspecting Hercule looked over in shock! He was sweating all over because of the pain involved in the wound, and he was vaguely expecting Batmobile to finish his sentence, but the sentence ended abruptly when it got stuck on the first two letters of 'Batman'.

"..."

It is well known that if someone looks up at the sky for no reason on the street, there will definitely be passers-by who don't believe in it and look at it together.

Now Robin and Barbara followed Hercule to look at the Batbike.

The motorcycle said slowly again in front of everyone: "I am Bat--"

Still only two letters.

Hercule was in pain and tired, and couldn't bear it anymore, so he said to the Batbike: "Are you Batman?"

The real Batman looked at Hercule expressionlessly.

The latter's obsessive-compulsive disorder was attacked, and his sanity was shaky. He repeated to the Batbike in a tough tone: "You are Batman?!"

Is it because the engine is not on? How can this thing talk halfway!

Robin and Barbara squeezed in the middle, weak, pitiful and helpless in front of the two people and the car confronting each other.

Hercule waited for a long time, and seeing that the motorcycle was not cooperating, he simply assigned it a voice: "Mr. Batman, your motorcycle told me that you still have two homicides that have not been investigated. Can I give this Miss Gordon next to me to you? She is very brave and obedient."

He already has experience. Look at Barbara Gordon's embarrassed look when she wants to sign. Every child who has a crush on Hercule Hugo and is targeted by the Joker must be a Bat-type superhero reserve. It is right to give it directly to Batman.

Barbara couldn't help but straighten her chest, and Robin whispered: "Am I not brave and obedient?"

The two of them looked at each other and turned their heads to look in the opposite direction.

Batman looked back at his motorcycle: "What else did it say?"

"It doesn't always want to speak." Hercule corrected him, "Maybe I say ten words to it, and it only responds to me once. But I don't want to respond to it now, it may feel offended by my silence." After saying this unreasonable sentence, the detective jumped to another topic, "When do you plan to go to the clock tower and get your lasso back from the dial?"

Batman: "Why?"

Hercule: "It's too loud and affects the time of the clock tower."

Robin asked: "Are you serious?"

"Of course not, Mr. Robin." Hercule blinked and smiled at the boy. He was pale, and the color of his left eye was a little darker than his right eye under the effect of light. "I can say with certainty that neither the Batmobile nor the lasso has a mouth."