Three-stream detection simulator

Someone in New York tweeted a message, which later became a hot trend:

" # Joker # Everyone, am I dazzled? I seemed to see a wanted criminal from Gotham City when I went downstairs to eat just now?"

The previous replies were:

"Let's take a look."

"Is it true? Is there a bounty? Why don't you call now?"

"I don't believe it. What would a wanted criminal from Gotham do in New York? If you want to avoid being caught, you might as well go to Blüdhaven or Metropolis. Unless he is here to commit a crime, it's midnight in New York now, so you'd better avoid it."

"Is the poster in Manhattan? The Stark Tower in Manhattan has been built. If you are in danger, you can ask the Avengers for help."

"So do you think it's easier to remember Iron Man's phone number than to call the police?"

"So is calling the police more useful than standing there with your hands raised and shouting Superman?"

"So is shouting Superman more efficient than just pulling out a gun and shooting the robber?"

"...You killed the game."

"New York is worthy of it."

"America is worthy of it."

"The poster hasn't replied for a long time, It's really a lie, there's not even a picture after all this time. Besides, can most people recognize a wanted criminal at a glance? I can't, unless the wanted person is my father-in-law. "

"Look at your father-in-law."

"If I report it, can I get a reward?"

Ten minutes later, the poster finally showed up and replied:

"I'm not kidding, can't you recognize a person with green hair and clown makeup? He is wandering around the street, there are only two of us on the street, I'm standing at the takeaway window of a fast food restaurant waiting for my burger, I'll take a picture of you later. In addition, I have called the police, and the police said they will rush here soon."

"Uh, wait a minute, buddy." Someone asked anxiously, "In the middle of the night, you are now face to face with a wanted criminal in Gotham City? Is it okay?"

Poster: "I know what you mean, but I'm 1.9 meters tall and carrying a gun, and as far as I know, he's just a lunatic who escaped from a mental hospital. If he wants to do something, I might be able to teach him a lesson before the police arrive."

Someone replied, "Go! Draw your guns! American Iai slash! Shoot everyone!"

Someone else was relatively rational: "Manhattan Island is full of martial virtues, but the poster should still pay attention to safety, I have been following the news in Gotham City recently. It is said that this guy called Joker is more dangerous than ordinary mafia. He is so cruel that he replaced a five-year-old girl's cereal bowl with a bomb in order to retaliate against the host who said something wrong. If Batman hadn't arrived a step later, this tragedy would have shocked the world. "

"Yes, I heard about it too." Someone immediately echoed, "And this is not the only bad thing the Joker has done. According to inside information, he brought contraband onto the light rail in order to kidnap the daughter of the Gotham Police Chief. If Hercule Hugo hadn't arrived in time, the little girl would have been seriously injured even if she didn't die."

"Huh? Hercule Hugo? Did he appear in the Joker incident? I watched the interview released by Lois Lane of the Daily Planet two days ago. It only had one more photo than the well-known content on the Internet, and it didn't say what he was busy with recently. It turned out that he returned to Gotham. "

"!!! Gotham! The detective is in Gotham! # Hercule Hugo is from Gotham # "

"...This topic has not been passed yet! ”

“Does the Joker have a grudge against little girls? Why does he always bully minors?”

The person who claimed to have inside information before showed up again: “No, not really. As far as I know, Gotham’s District Attorney Harvey Dent has a grudge against the Joker. I heard that he had a friend who died at the hands of the Joker.”

“Fuck, who died? A government official? Why haven’t I heard about it?”

“I don’t know. No one in the bureau said it, and we don’t allow discussion. I have met Harvey Dent. I don’t know if he was too sad these days. He looks a little abnormal. He took a short vacation and acted like he wanted to fight the Joker to the death. If the Joker appeared in front of Dent, I doubt he would shoot him.”

“R.I.P.… So miserable, understandable, the criminal deserves to die, sympathize with the prosecutor and the prosecutor’s friends.”

“So, the Joker offended the police, the District Attorney, the superhero, and the detective not long after he appeared? Then he is really capable to be alive and kicking today. Could he be a superpower? Be careful, the American Iai Slash may not work. "

"It's over, the poster hasn't replied for 20 minutes, the poster is finished."

"Save the poster! Late-night takeaway people shouldn't die at the hands of clowns!"

"Is there anyone living in Manhattan? Please help me. If something really happens, you are still joking here..."

At midnight, a netizen with nothing to do refreshed the webpage.

The # Joker # tag, which originally only had text, had a video added half a minute ago.

The netizen subconsciously pressed the play button: the slightly shaking camera first showed the asphalt road illuminated by street lights, and someone kicked the hamburger paper bag and cigarette butts on the ground to the side. Then the photographer held the video equipment in one hand, bent down, and put down a square light-colored cardboard with the other hand wearing a white glove.

The front of the cardboard was written in fluorescent green: "Help! Save me! ! He's coming!"

There was also an exaggerated smiley face in bright red under the handwriting.

And just when viewers thought it was a bad prank, the person who shot the video suddenly stood up. The camera shook violently, and a mechanical voice came from outside the screen: "Say something, boy."

"I don't know! I don't know!" A man with a rough voice was crying, "What should I say? I apologize to you. I was the one who just tweeted. I shouldn't have said that to you, and I shouldn't have said that to you. You shot, I was wrong, help! Please don’t kill me..."

The photographer was obviously unhappy about this. He put down his cell phone when the man was mid-sentence, stepped on the cardboard and walked in the direction of the man, and then a gunshot suddenly rang out.

"Bang!"

"Ahhhhhh--" followed by a man's scream.

But the camera was always focused on the cardboard on the ground. The smiling face underneath the board was slightly scratched by the clown's leather shoes, making it even more comical.

"You're so boring..." the mechanical voice commented coldly, "Why are you showing such an expression? Why don't you smile?"

At this moment, a gust of wind blew from a distance and turned over the cardboard on the ground. The other side of it read: 'Don't worry, it was just a joke! ’

--Help! Help me! ! He's coming!

——Don’t worry, it’s just a joke!

The man's gasping and crying gradually stopped. After a while, he made a strange sound: "Ha... wuwu, I know, please let me try again... Hahahaha, it's a joke..."

Mechanical voice: "Speak louder, didn't you just finish your meal? I saw you eat a hamburger with my own eyes!"

"Hahahahaha!" The man pinched his throat and laughed like he was dying, "Hahahahaha! Don't worry! Nothing happened! Hahahaha! It's just a joke! It's just a joke--"

The video recording ends abruptly here.

Netizens held their phones and fell silent briefly. Everyone who saw the video was stunned by the information leaked in it. They could not imagine what happened to the poster, and could not help but feel fear.

However in reality.

"I'm a little concerned that this could be mistaken for a low-budget cult film."

Broadway director Oliver Putnam was wearing a wide-brimmed hat, sunglasses and a mask. He was wearing a large jacket borrowed from a friend, punk jeans that he had never worn before, and a pair of jeans that were two feet too big. Thick-soled shoes for every size.

"Sometimes movies that can't be released in theaters do everything possible to increase the number of views and go to the edge of breaking the law, so that it becomes increasingly difficult for netizens to deceive them."

The man who shot the video, Hercule, said as he took off his gloves and put them in his pocket: "Someone will care after seeing it, and that's enough."

Harleen's sharp voice came from the mobile phone next to her: "The most easily exposed thing is actually the lipstick color on the cardboard. Guys, I have said that the red color of this brand is particularly easy to identify, so you should buy the more expensive one next to it. That one!"

"Thank you, but my funds are limited, Harleen." Hercule shook his head, "The cheaper the things that are no longer needed, the better."

"So is this useful?" Oliver asked nervously, "I'm a director, not an actor. What if someone thinks that the little chicken in the video who just cries doesn't look like a 19-meter-old young strong man with a gun? "

"I think it's very good, director." Harleen praised him without hesitation, "You know what I do. I have seen many cases. When ordinary people are frightened, they behave exactly like you just did. Even if the police come, I can’t see the problem.”

"Oh," Oliver muttered, becoming even more nervous, "I'm not sure whether I should be happy or sad. But don't get me wrong, Hercule, I am very willing to help you. This is definitely the best thing I will ever encounter in my life. The most interesting experience ever.”

Hercule joked: "You said the same thing last time in Aria's apartment."

Oliver said seriously: "Only you can surpass yourself...don't laugh, haha, I'm serious."

He wanted to pat Hercule on the shoulder, but as soon as he raised his hand, he saw a pool of blood on the detective's chest.

This was much scarier than the torn cardboard that the 'Joker' picked up from the road. He shuddered, and what he was about to say suddenly changed into: "Nothing else matters. No matter what you want to do, you have to wait." The next morning, let’s find a place to sleep now.”

Hercule smiled and raised his hand to clap back, pressed the director's thin shoulder, and whispered: "I can't go to the apartment, remember, I am not Hercule Hugo, but the clown. "

Oliver looked at him sadly: "It's a pity that you and I don't have much money, otherwise we would have many more choices."

"I have a house in New York, Pudding." Harleen said suddenly, "It was left by my parents. Later I went to Gotham, and they were gone, but the old house I lived in when I was a child was preserved. If you don't mind, you can go over there and help me clean it up. The spare key is in the gap on the right side of the mailbox."

Hercule hesitated.

Harleen guessed what he was thinking: "I swear to God, this house is nothing. Being a detective assistant and super villain is so cool in comparison, okay? If you don't agree, I'll keep calling and harassing you." You, until you go crazy or are forced to agree, stop using your brain, I’ll give you a headache, go get some sleep, and then smash all those aliens to pieces the next day!”

Hercule finally couldn't help but ask: "If I have the chance, I will express my gratitude to you in person, but what does the pudding mean?"

"Oh, don't you think the color of your coat is like caramel pudding?" Harleen said, "Don't mind it, dear, it's just a nickname."

Oliver smiled and said, "You can't use this kind of Internet trend, Harleen, the detective is sometimes a young man, and sometimes feels about the same age as me. But I am a fashionable old man, but he is not."

After that, he and Harleen on the other side of the phone chuckled together. Hercule looked at them speechlessly, thinking what are you talking to a person in the 21st century who is not even a fertilized egg?

He said goodbye to Oliver, who was fully armed but willing to go through fire and water for his friend's request, and asked Xibi Da to escort the director to change clothes and go back to his residence. He went to the address given by Harleen alone and found the spare key from the side compartment of the rusty mailbox filled with advertising mail.

After opening the door in the dark, Hercule did not intend to go to the bedroom. He simply swept the dust on the sofa and lay down, and quickly fell into a dreamless sleep.