Three-stream detection simulator

Three of them immediately sent a reply to Hercule.

Jason thanked Hercule for his mother's matter, and said that his father was beaten up by a strange man at home and was now bedridden.

He had to stay at home for a while to take care of his parents. If he needed help, he would send an email to this email address again, or contact Batman as Hercule said.

But according to Hercule's understanding of teenagers of this age, "looking for adults when there is something" will definitely only happen when there is no other way.

"Kite Man" Charlie Brown's answer was much simpler.

He said: "My dilemma is half solved! You asked someone to beat up the Irish Black Bang and Wilkinson, and now you have evidence of their crimes? Awesome! ! Lawrence Wilkinson, that idiot, asked me to go to work tomorrow, but I won't go. Before I find my next job, I will eat the news of his downfall. No matter who is helping except you, I will cheer for you."

Hercule hadn't heard of this and guessed that it was all done by Batman before he confronted the Joker.

Gotham's vigilantes worked diligently, clearing all the criminals in the city in one night. If they had the chance, they could use this deed to scare Charlie, so that he would think carefully about whether his small body could withstand the iron fist of justice before breaking the law.

Harleen Quinzel was much more careful than the minors and the adult but useless men.

She was like a moth chasing a flame, with an innate sensitivity to the signs and traces of crime, so when she saw Hercule's ordinary text message, her reply was not to explain her own recent situation, but to ask:

"What happened? Can I help?"

The first few times Hercule didn't reply, Harleen sent a message every ten minutes.

"Detective Alexander Hugo?"

"I know you are watching, but for some reason it is inconvenient to reply to me."

"Are you in danger? Is someone monitoring you? But this mailbox must be safe, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't use it to send me an email."

"Then the problem must be on my side. I will find a more covert way to contact you. Give me some time."

"Thank God! I found a trustworthy senior sister in our school. Her name is Pamela Easley. She is currently studying for a doctorate at Gotham University. I prefer to call her Ivy.

She has some lovely plants and can command these plants to do things for her to a certain extent... It sounds strange. I don't know what the principle is. Maybe she is actually a mutant, but it doesn't matter. I like her, and her methods are really efficient."

Hercules marveled at her somewhat morbid persistence and began to consider revealing part of the truth to Harleen.

As a result, before he could reply, Harleen sent another email.

"Ivy said you were probably in trouble. I don't know. She said you lost contact because you couldn't reply? Is she implying that you lost consciousness and couldn't take the initiative? But that's impossible!"

"... She said you might be dead. It's easy for people to die in Gotham. We had a fight because I thought you could live a long time."

"Alexander? Are you there?"

Pamela Easley, Ivy, suspected to be a mutant who can manipulate plants, can see the meaning of death from an ordinary message. Gotham University is really full of hidden talents.

Hercule always felt that there was something fishy between the two of them, but he was really short of manpower now. So after a brief assessment, he sent an email to Harleen: "Thank you, I'm still alive, but the situation is a little complicated. If you have time and are not afraid of danger, you can come to the following location in a disguise."

The address is No. 3, a park bench in a certain area of ​​Gotham City.

Meet under the street lamp.

After arranging Harleen, Hercule opened the email to Harvey and read his handwritten words again with a delicate mood. He could actually imagine how Harvey felt at the moment - it was because of this empathy that he suddenly made such a plan.

Is there anything more thought-provoking in the world than a relative or friend who died in front of you?

In addition to awakening the soul, what else is worth our life?

Under the same starry sky, Hercule and Harvey Dent, who was struggling with himself in the distance, felt similar sorrow. He closed his eyes and listened to the chaotic death talk coming from the clock tower in the upside-down world, as if he was witnessing Harvey cutting and exposing a part of himself.

**

Batman stood in front of the tower wall to sort out the map of Gotham City. After a period of careful observation, he found the inconsistency that Hercule had seen earlier in the city layout and identified the base of the Court of Owls.

Knowing that he could not help, Harvey sat on the water pipe next to the body and looked at his phone.

He had been doing this for a while, and even Batman couldn't help but look back several times to make sure he was still awake and didn't do anything strange to the corpse - Hercule was enough to commit atrocities against his own corpse.

When he arrived at the "hanging corpse scene" before, Hercule had already left.

Robin stood weak, pitiful and helpless at the back of the clock tower, far away from the corpse, and described to him incoherently the famous scene of "detective, iron pipe, corpse, bloodstains, and scared cat" when he first saw it.

If Batman hadn't recognized in advance from the photo Hercule sent to Harvey, the scars on the body, the stains on the coat, and the real situation, and deduced that the situation was not as bad as it seemed, Robin would not have been frightened. Be bigger.

No one can tell which of the two situations is more terrifying: 'The detective is dead' or 'The detective is not dead but there is a corpse exactly like him'.

As for Harvey... Batman thought that the fact that Harvey was willing to contact him again for cooperation meant that Hercule's plan had achieved certain results.

Things can't get any worse.

Harvey may be reflecting on his actions during this time.

But in reality, Harvey was relaxing his mind and staring at the screen in a daze. His eyes involuntarily read down the words automatically generated on his phone. They were the "last words" sent by Hercule. He had heard and read them so many times that he almost knew them by heart:

"To my friend Harvey Dent:"

Here Hercule coughed lightly into the phone, and there was a scratching sound of tapping the microphone to check whether the recording was turned on. Of course, the words were just words, and Harvey didn't read them out loud, he just remembered them, as if Hercule were standing next to him talking.

Then the detective said in his usual calm and polite tone:

"If you hear this, it means that I am about to leave for a while for some reason. This period of time will not be long. I plan to start an adventure with a unique perspective and identity, and go visit my old friends and rivals. Say hello to them and see if everyone is living as usual in the world opposite."

A pause, a breath, Hercule trying to form words:

"But you know, I didn't mean to deceive you, Harvey. I always remember our conversation in the tavern. We talked about the past and the future, and this rare and precious time with you.

I can honestly say here that I never doubted your position, Batman's position, or Commissioner Gordon's position. My doubts were always about myself. As you can see, my past is not as clear as ordinary people. Different people have given different opinions on "What kind of person is Hercule Hugo", which has also benefited me a lot. many.

Of course, some of these perceptions are negative. "

There was silence again, and after a moment Hercule's voice fluctuated:

"I think that I have acted with no regrets so far, but I cannot guarantee that in the fog of the past, nothing happened that I feel is despicable now.

And it is impossible for a person to have two souls, Harvey, for example, one side is good and the other side is evil. Man has only one soul, and whatever he does will ultimately belong to me. The upright is me, the despicable is me, the glory belongs to me, and the shame also belongs to me.

All I can do is sign my name on all the things I remember or don't remember, actively or forced to do before the judgment of the gods comes. One of the purposes of this next journey is that if my behavior has caused trouble to you, I will apologize to you the next time we meet. "

"Goodbye, Harvey. I wish you all the best in the future."

"..."

Robin only listened to this sentence once before running away with a mask of pain.

In his opinion, the detective was simply murderous, telling the truth in every sentence, not mentioning his own death, and hinting at a tragic ending; he never advised Harvey to be a good person from beginning to end, but he always told the truth about good and evil. .

What does "it's impossible for a person to have two souls"?

What does "I wish you everything will develop in a good direction"? ?

Hercule kills Two-Face with a corpse and a voice message! In the future, whenever Harvey plans to commit a crime, he will think of this night, and think of Hercule's self-confession and the blessing in his closing remarks - if he does not suffer from PTSD, he will be considered to have strong psychological endurance.

Scared. Scared.

What made Dick even more uncomfortable was that he heard that Hercule's entire message was very sincere, including the clear-cut statement at the end that "no one can tell both sides."

Isn't it sad that a person who sticks to his true heart from beginning to end never stops doubting himself due to the many limitations of his body and the outside world, as if he is not living to wait for redemption, but waiting for the moment of disaster. ?

Facing the past and reality while alive is fundamentally more difficult than death.

At this moment, Robin sincerely hoped that Harvey would always be a good person.

He hoped that Hercule, Batman, Harvey, Gordon... and many, many people who stood in the sun out of their own will even for a moment, could be enveloped in warmth and light for the rest of their lives.

**

While Hercule was concentrating with his eyes closed and arranging the situation in his mind, he suddenly heard a strange noise and opened his eyes. He saw a man holding a hammer, wearing heavy makeup, and dyeing his hair, sneaking out from the grass. Harleen Quinzel crawling over.

"..."

He was so startled that he sat up, his delicate and sentimental emotions swept away, and he looked at the non-mainstream girl in front of him in shock: "What are you doing?"

Harleen cleared her throat heavily and said in a high-pitched voice: "Call me Harley Quinn! - This is the codename I just gave because it is said that all superheroes have codenames. What do you think? ?”

"Well, you have a unique and original aesthetic." Hercule said seriously, "But how do you go back to school the next day after you dye your hair?"

Harlin shook her twin ponytails of different colors carelessly: "This is disposable, it will fall off after washing your hair. The makeup on my face is also easy to remove. I have used up the foundation colors and eyeshadow palettes that I bought impulsively during a discount a long time ago but never used normally. I feel happy about recycling waste, ha!"

That's amazing. All the rich people who rely on technology have lost. In the future, I am afraid that only superheroes who use pajamas to transform uniforms can be better at saving costs.

Hercule stroked the messy hair behind his head and stroked his thoughts by the way, but he still couldn't figure it out: "Excuse me, where did this strange-style hammer in your hand come from and where is it going?"

"I picked it up on the road. I think it's very convenient." Harlin jumped twice on the spot like an athlete warming up, "Who are you going to hit, detective? How can I help?"

But aren't you a psychiatrist! !

Hercule, who originally wanted her to use her professional knowledge to go undercover in the villain organization, had a little doubt about the education at Gotham University.

He changed his mind temporarily, pretending that nothing had happened and that this was the plan from the beginning: "Your arrival is a great help, Harleen... Harleen, next, we are going to meet several "allies" from the Court of Owls. Can you promise to listen to my command, come forward on my behalf, and have a friendly exchange with them?"

Harleen was extremely excited and was about to agree, but she suddenly remembered her friend Ivy's almost curse. So she lowered her head and scanned Hercule with the light, and found the detective's sickly face and the abnormality inside his open coat:

"Are you injured?!"