Three-stream detection simulator

After a day and night of rest, Hercule got on the train to New York. Morgan sent him a message, starting from when he entered Starro's illusion: "I noticed something was wrong after you and Superman acted alone. Starfish put My isolation prevents me from sending you information, but it can’t do anything to me. I’ll just wait outside the illusion until you wake up.”

Hercule nodded and asked, "You sent me two text messages during the meeting yesterday. Did anyone notice you at that time?"

"Yes, many people have discovered that your phone is a bit undefended." Morgan said fairly, "But it doesn't matter. Even if they invade and see the content of the anonymous text message, they won't know who I am. You want me to help you Upgrade the firewall?”

"It depends on your preference." Hercule shrugged: "I don't really care about these details."

"That's true," Morgan lamented, "What can they find in your phone? The only 115 yuan in change in your bank card, a 23-day expired Uber discount coupon, a bank card payment confirmation email for repurchasing a McDonald's meal,... Public transportation membership recharge information, intercepted scam calls, live tickets for the "Superheroes vs. Aliens" stage show given by friends... What is this? When did you order the pet shop care package? "

Hercule's eyes drifted: "If Starro's conspiracy did not succeed, I originally promised to take Mr. Hibida to see the world."

He followed some pet bloggers on YouTube and found that they would regularly take their cats to enjoy bathing, hair care, massage, drying, nail trimming and other services. Hibida has not had a special bath since traveling with him, and has not made any corresponding requests. Maybe alien cats have special cleaning methods, but Hercule still plans to find an opportunity to take it to see the life of earth cats from wealthy families. good days.

As a social cat who has seen big scenes, Hibida not only did not resist but also yearned for it. She once eagerly counted on her fingers to figure out when she would be able to enjoy the attentive service of humans.

"Considering that you only have $115 in your card, the image of an old dad scrimping and buying expensive chocolates for his kids comes to mind," Morgan said.

"..."

It sounds too miserable.

"Then you still want to go?" Morgan asked curiously, "The store is in New York, and the deadline for canceling orders has already passed. This whole package is not cheap."

She got to the point, and Hercule's expression suddenly became a little more sad. He looked around to make sure no one noticed the seats in this row, then bent down and opened the pocket of his coat and touched Hibida's warm back: "Do you still want to go, Mr. Hibida?"

The black cat curled up in a cat curl and snored, completely unresponsive.

Morgan tried his best to hold back his laughter and sent a message: "Well, it doesn't matter. The distinguished Mr. Hibida will definitely be willing. There are still people who go to massage places to sleep. Since we want to be classy, ​​we must be classy."

you're right.

Hercule was convinced and decided to get out of the car and go straight to the pet store. At worst, he would record the care process to prove to Hibida that his human friend struggling on the poverty line had already worked hard.

The agreed time was two o'clock this afternoon. He informed Peter that he would not be able to meet him until later. Then he took the bus without even eating to look for the address that the pet groomer sent to his email. But after arriving at the destination, Hercule realized something was wrong——

This pet shop is also a bit too popular. It has a huge glass facade and its own cafe. In front of it are rows of shelves of pet supplies, dog and cat food, souvenirs for humans, small toys for pets... everything. The store was packed with people, mostly young and affluent looking, with money and time on their hands. The pet resting area is crowded with animals and their owners who have social needs, and some are holding cameras to record or live broadcast.

Hercule stood blankly in front of the gate with his cat in his arms. Morgan asked him quietly: "This is the internet celebrity store you booked?"

"I don't know," the detective blurted out directly, "I just picked the one with the best reviews."

"It's okay, let's go in and investigate."

Although he was occasionally reduced to sleeping on the street, Hercule was not without glamorous occasions. He often swaggers in and out of Michelin-starred restaurants, turning a blind eye to the subtle looks from clerks and other customers, and doesn't care what unrelated people think of him. However, today's situation is special. He did not come as a detective or an ordinary consumer, but became a vassal of the real customer.

In other words, he was the one who paid Hibedah, and the focus was on Hibedah, not him.

To put it more simply, it is similar to an old father who goes to a parent-teacher conference for his children. People would only ask him, ‘Are you Hibidah’s father/family member?’ but they would not care about his identity.

So in this situation, Hercule felt slightly uncomfortable, as if his current dress would embarrass Hibida among other cats and dogs.

Morgan didn't expect that he would have such an idea, and urged: "It's almost time, why don't we go in?"

Hercule walked in the door with some resistance, unconsciously patting the hem of his clothes to make it look more respectable. He came to the service counter. The clerk was very busy. He felt the shadow above and said without raising his head: "Do you have an appointment?"

"Yes." Hercule cleared his throat, took out his cell phone - he really should have listened to Iron Man and changed to a smart phone long ago - and handed it to the clerk, "This is Mr. Hibida's personal and cat information. "

The clerk glanced at the screen, entered the order number skillfully, then raised his head and stared at Hercule's distinctive hair color and appearance for a few seconds, then asked slowly: "Are you from Hibida?" Master? Where is it?"

Hercule regretted it even more. He took the cat out of his coat pocket. Hibida was like a black noodle, hanging softly on his palm: "Here, madam."

"Oh, is he asleep?" The clerk asked for Hercule's consent and touched Hibida's smooth fur curiously. "We rarely see such a courageous cat. Cats are usually taken out unexpectedly. It’s easy to have a stress reaction.”

Is she implying that I have no way to provide Hibida with a permanent parkour residence?

Hercule thought suspiciously and explained: "Mr. Hibida usually likes to run around with me."

"Do you want to buy him a leash?" the clerk asked, taking advantage of the opportunity.

"What?"

"Special leash for cats." The clerk said from the counter. It is suitable for cats who like to go out. "

Hercule refused: "I don't think he needs it, thank you."

"Do you already have one? This one in our store is an upgraded model. The rope and vest have a detachable structure. If you remove the rope and look at it alone, it will look like a good-looking cat suit. You can also customize the pattern on the vest." The clerk spoke up. After a turn, he said very matter-of-factly, "But if the last traction rope hasn't worn out enough to need to be replaced, the old one is actually about the same."

Morgan heard the detective ask casually: "Excuse me, most of the earth... most of the cats have this kind of thing?"

"I think so. Just in case they want to go out, right."

"Are there any other styles?" Hercule asked calmly, "It would be best without a rope."

The clerk cheered up: "Of course! Our vest can be sold separately!"

"..."

Half an hour later, Hercule sat outside the bathroom and fell into emptiness. Morgan sent him many messages but he didn’t read them. He only looked at his bank card statement and the cute and handsome but useless and uncertain Hibida. Like or dislike the pink cat tactical vest in a daze.

If he had cheered up and taken a look at the system panel, he would have discovered that the 'suspicious' buff had rarely succeeded in overcoming the sanity check.

[Damn, the store clerk in front of you must look down on you and your cat. You need to buy something to refute her point of view. 】

"Sir, sir?" The pet beautician knocked on the glass to bring him back to his senses. "Why is your cat still sleeping? Do you need me to wake him up?"

Hercule raised his head: "No, you can't wake me up. Just wash like this, but it's best to be gentle."

"Don't worry, I have a professional certificate." The beautician assuredly made a K sign and put the motionless black cat into the pool.

In fact, he somewhat suspected that Hercule gave his cat sleeping pills in order to trick the cat into taking a bath. After all, cats generally don't sleep like this. This was suspected of animal cruelty. In addition, although Hercule's appearance was outstanding, his temperament was somewhat biased towards illegal and deceptive deception. The beautician had an eye for it and said enthusiastically while pouring water:

"Did you know? Our store recently has a cooperation project on YouTube. As long as you agree to live broadcast the bathing process on the Internet, you can refund 50% of the washing and care costs."

50%! Hercule, who was doubting his life, felt that half of his soul that flew out had returned. But Hibida is, after all, an independent individual with the ability to think. Although it often raises a hind leg in front of humans and licks the hair on its lower abdomen, it does not shy away from telling the painful past of being sterilized by Darkseid, and it does not mind being strangers. People touched it all over its body, but Hercule was still not sure whether it wanted to be photographed.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he approached the black cat and patted its body: "Mr. Hibida, we are in the pet shop, and the beautician is preparing to give you a bath."

The Kryptonian translator recorded his voice, converted it into the language of the Yuan Devouring Beast, and played it back. The beautician listened strangely to the snoring sound coming from the unfamiliar machine, and saw Hibida rolling her eyes sleepily and raising her head a few centimeters.

It tried hard to wake up, but failed, and almost fell asleep again. Hercule wasted no time and asked: "Do you accept the store clerk's live broadcast and recording of your bathing process and post it to YouTube?"

Hibida: "Is there such a good thing? Will I be famous? Let him take a good photo of me, thank you... Huh... Huh..."

Hercule glanced at the text on the translator and said to the beautician: "Okay, please continue."

It's so mysterious.

The beautician began to suspect that either he was overthinking it, or that the black cat's owner was a pure psycho. For the sake of the cat, he decided to post the video online. Anyway, the event was real and the cash rebate was real. If the cat owner did nothing, there would be no loss.

He hung up the camera skillfully, changed the title of the live broadcast room to 'Wash a black cat that cannot wake up', then raised the cat's head to wet it, and asked casually: "Shall we chat next? If you don't want to answer, you can No. Are you a native of New York, sir?”

"It shouldn't count." Under the light of money, Hercule was in a better mood than before and joked, "I'm not sure where I'm from. As far as I know, there are people who have quarreled over this issue."

He didn't mention the Internet or forums, and the beautician didn't think much about it.

Next, he asked many questions related to Cebida, and Hercule answered most of them, leaving the exaggerated ones vague - such as the beautician asking which hospital Cebida was sterilized at.

You can’t say it’s Apocalypse!

But he said seriously: “It’s an alien hospital.”

Beautician: “Hahaha, you’re really joking.”

Because the sleeping cat was too well-behaved, it was no different from washing a toy, so the bathing process was over quickly. The package also includes haircuts, nail clipping, hair combing, ear cleaning, and anti-hair loss care. The beautician felt that the money was too easy, so he planned to do the following procedures more carefully.

He didn’t have time to check the comments on the live broadcast. Hercule was an old antique who never surfed the Internet and was not familiar with this aspect, so he naturally didn’t check it.

Neither of them noticed that the live broadcast had quietly become popular. At first, netizens were still arguing about “whether cats can sleep so soundly while taking a bath”, and almost alarmed the animal protection organization. After a certain point, the tone suddenly changed. Most people were silent, a few were inexplicably excited and told others, and some people made tentative comments:

"If it was the detective, he said his cat was sterilized on an alien planet, maybe it was true?"

"It's so funny, it's true, maybe Superman helped to send it out."

"It could also be Thor or Green Lantern.":,,.