Three-stream detection simulator

Now anyone with a brain can discover that the agents of the Hawaii FBI branch have collectively lost their brains, probably due to some kind of high-tech brainwashing or the influence of supernatural forces. It's just that Hercule didn't know whether he happened to be hit or stepped into the enemy's trap.

He didn't try to argue, but said, "Well, now that you've decided that, why are you sitting here wasting your time? Just follow the process—attorneys, court, hearing, whatever."

The more people involved, the clearer the truth will be, and the more obvious the problem will be.

The detective was instantly irritated, but before he could explode, the officer stopped him outside the interrogation room: "Don't be impulsive, this guy did it on purpose. You have read his information, he is a natural expert in psychology, don't be led around. Walk."

"Humph." The agent calmed down a little and said to Hercule, "Do you think we have no evidence and can't do anything to you? Stop talking about these useless things, Captain. No matter what you have outside For many loyal men, cooperation with the police is the only way out after being arrested. You'd better tell the truth and reveal your accomplices. And where did you take the two victims who disappeared in Honolulu recently? "

Hercule did not answer his question immediately, but said sincerely: "Did you just call me captain? Sorry, few people would call me that. Can you repeat it again? I would like to think more about it."

"..." I don't know why when facing this person, the agent's temper easily gets out of control, as if he was provoked by something invisible. He stood up supporting the table and roared:

"I'm not kidding!! Or let's talk about you and the people who are supporting you behind the scenes, you hear me? These are the only topics we have today, and you can't avoid them."

Hercule was unmoved: "It turns out there is a sponsor. Next time such information can be told in one breath. Of course, it would be better if you sit down and talk."

He made a gesture of invitation, but the other party insisted on standing still and panting like an ox.

Hercule had no choice but to turn around and stretch his legs to kick away the chair in front of the detective and let him sit down: "I swear to Poseidon, whether it is to provide the identities of accomplices and sponsors, or to find the whereabouts of victims, I will I’m very willing to help, but I’m afraid there are conditions in exchange.”

Alas, this is the first time in my life that I am a captain, and I don’t know that Poseidon cares about such things.

"..." The agents were brainstorming frantically, and a group of people outside were probably discussing whether Hercule was lying.

"You don't have to be so angry. Isn't my attitude good enough?" Hercule said, "The exchange conditions must be very simple. Everyone gets what they need. I have no intention of making things difficult for you, otherwise what good will it do to me? "

After a long while, the detective said in a deep voice: "Tell me your conditions."

"First of all, I would like to ask you to repeat what you call me."

The agent's face turned pale: "...Captain!"

"Thank you!" Hercule was satisfied. "I still need the coconut cake I didn't finish and the suitcase and pipe that you took away. I won't know a word until I see them returned to me intact. Say more.”

Half an hour later, the newly minted Captain Hugo obtained the intelligence held by the FBI and his pipe. The box was not returned because they were worried about an accident and only agreed to put it in the hands of a special police officer who followed Hercule's operation.

Hercule planned to find the victim first. It doesn't matter how much else you delay, but human life is at stake.

The only difficulty was that the police department thought that he was the criminal leader and could directly give the location where the victim was hidden, but Hercule could only adapt to the situation while his eyes were dark. Fortunately, the FBI caught more than just his false suspect.

The cultists have a relatively important stronghold in Hawaii. The FBI had followed the lead and captured several fringe members and a relatively high-status leader. The leader was loyal to the captain and refused to reveal any information. The FBI only asked for some useful information from the lower-level believers, one of which was that 'the helmsman is about to arrive in Honolulu.'

Hercule is not yet sure whether the suspect mentioned by the FBI is a real member of the cult. If there is something wrong with their brains from the beginning, then the conversation with the suspect will most likely be a chicken-talk. Seeing is believing, and he made his next request to the FBI: "I want to see the believers you arrested."

The FBI was worried that they could not get the words out of the little boss. The appearance of Captain Hugo would at least promote a change in the situation, so they did not stop him.

Hercule was taken to other rooms outside the interrogation room.

Another FBI agent following him said: "Mr. Hugo, please pay attention..."

"Wait, you used the wrong title, officer." Hercule reminded, "I am an elderly captain. Please pass me a chair, thank you. Standing for a long time is not good for the legs of middle-aged people. blood circulation."

As he finished speaking, he could feel that the logical part of the FBI agent's brain was struggling. Perhaps there was a conflict between the images in his eyes and the cognition in his mind. This scene was really a bit funny. Regardless of conscience, Hercule was not sure whether he wanted the other party to return to normal.

However, after a few seconds, the agent did not refute any of his nonsense. He just moved the chair, changed his title and continued what he had just said: "Captain, please pay attention..."

Hercule didn't listen to what was said and sat down on the chair thoughtfully.

It seems that all the FBI agents, including the supervisor who has not yet appeared, have determined the equation of 'Hercule Hugo = retired middle-aged captain = leader of the cult'. What about people other than the police? Does the magical identity transfer effect only work in the FBI office building, or is it targeted to specific groups of people?

His questions were quickly answered.

The leader was brought over, and when he saw Hercule he asked with shock and anger: "Mr. Helmsman! Why are you here?"

"..."

The FBI agents all had unpredictable expressions, which made it difficult for Hercule to appear too speechless. Next, he had to start a conversation with a loyal subordinate he had never met before. He didn't want to play the captain. After all, even the agents' thinking had its own system, and the believers would only become more blind.

"Hello, what's your name?"

Compared to when he first entered the door, the leader was much more restrained in front of Herculimi. He is over 1.9 meters tall, with a voluptuous face, a mohawk and flowery arms. He may have been the official thug of the cult in Hawaii before, but now he is like a student who met a respected old professor on campus and whispered softly. Whispering: "Just call me Alsop."

"Okay, Alsop. Now please tell me, where are the believers who are about to be called by the Lord?"

Hercule was referring to the victims the FBI said were victims. These people were seduced by the captain's rhetoric. Not only did they lose their money, but they were about to lose their lives. What they got was only false salvation and a stepping stone to a non-existent paradise. Without the guidance of the captain, there is a high probability that they can survive this trough in life and move towards a promising future.

Alsop really knew the whereabouts of the missing believers and had nothing to hide from Hercule.

The case suddenly made progress, and the FBI was excited but also a little confused: Captain Hercule Hugo was actually so cooperative?

Hercule: Why do you think that is?

In view of the good results of the first cooperation, the FBI has relaxed its management a little, and SHIELD agents who have been lingering outside for a long time are finally allowed to enter the office through formal channels. He didn't even have time to eat, and he was so angry that he kicked his leather shoes on the floor tiles as he walked in. He was already prepared to have a big fight with the department next door if the detective lacked arms and legs.

As he walked to the door, the detective beside him said roughly: "Captain, someone wants to see you."

A steady voice came from the door: "Please come in."

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: "?"

Before he could express that he was looking for a detective, not a captain, he saw Hercule sitting behind the table, holding a paper spoon and slowly enjoying Hawaiian specialties. There was also a cup made in the FBI office. Cold drinks from the coffee machine.

"..."

Seeing familiar people, Hercule's mood finally improved a little, and he said: "You are finally here - have you eaten? I can ask them to order another takeaway."

How could Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. resist this temptation? It can disgust people who don't like it, but you don't have to reimburse yourself. He said honestly: "I didn't eat it. What did you order? I want something exactly the same."

The FBI people were stupid but not completely stupid. They still maintained a normal thinking mode when it came to the issue of Hercule's identity. At this time, they were very reluctant: "Do you know what you are doing, Bowen?" Agent? He's our suspect, and you're a government employee."

"Want to bet, I'm soberer than all of you put together." said the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent named Bowen, "I want to eat the set meal in front of the detective right now, a large portion, and a glass of iced Coke. "

FBI: "He's the captain."

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: "It's detective."

FBI: "Is there something wrong with your intelligence system? He is Hercule Hugo, don't you recognize him?"

Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.: "You are the one with the problem. I know him so I can be sure he is a detective."

FBI Pupil Earthquake: "——How do you know him? Are you colluding with criminals?!"

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: "..."

He said: "Large set meal and iced Coke, I need to hurry up."

After a while, Agent Bowen managed to eat hot takeout. He sat opposite Hercule and sighed, asking: "What should we do now? My mission has just been temporarily adjusted, and the priority of the element-devouring beast has been moved down. We have to solve the trouble you encountered first."

Hercule asked him: "Does SHIELD know any experts on the magic side?"

Agent Bowen was startled: "Do you think this is a magical incident? Yes, otherwise there is no way to explain it... My authority level is not high enough and I need to ask my superior. But even if SHIELD can contact the Master, wait until they arrive in Hawaii It doesn’t have to be when. Can you really not think of a quick way to solve the current dilemma? "

Hercule was speechless: "You're like Iron Man."

Agent Bowen cheered up and asked happily, "You mean I'm as talented as him?"

"You're particularly smart in this area - but I mean, you and he both mistakenly believe that I can do anything. Granted the compliment, my knowledge of magic is as sparse as the sanity in the FBI's mind."

Hercule paused and then said, "Having said that, it's not like we can't do anything while waiting for SHIELD's reply."

Agent Bowen had orders from his superiors and said honestly: "I'm following your orders."

But Captain Hugo had no use for him.

Hercule, surrounded by a large number of vigilant FBI, once again met with the cult leader Alsop. This time he wanted to go to the website where the believers usually communicate. Alsop didn't know the account and password of the real captain, but it wasn't a big problem - Hercule registered a small account and asked Alsop to push his new account to the church leaders in Hawaii and vouch for him.

Alsop's loyalty is obvious to all, and the news of the arrest of the believer did not reach the police station, so his credibility is very high. As for why the 'Helmsman' suddenly changed his number... he is being targeted by the FBI, so be careful.

In the blink of an eye, Hercule instigated half of the middle- and high-level church members to rebel.

His new account ID is very simple, just called 'Detective'.

The captain usually held great authority in the hearts of the congregation, and no one dared to ask him carefully what happened.

It's just that outside believers are not as brainwashed as these people in the police station, and Hercule needs to act more carefully. He issued several orders based on Alsop's oral character description and the FBI's criminal profiling results. Many of the cult's minions in Hawaii immediately lurked, and all external activities were stopped upon hearing the news. Even the captain himself might not be able to be found. Go to where your subordinates are.

The FBI asked: "Are we going out now to catch everyone?"

"Don't worry." Hercule said patiently, "Since you have mistakenly arrested the criminal leader, you should expand your layout a little longer. In my opinion, things are not that simple. The captain, partners and sponsors, the three parties at least There is a supernatural force involved. Of course I believe you are doing your duty and having good intentions, but..."

He always respected the face of his interlocutors and stopped talking after the turning point.

"You mean you want to help us investigate?" the FBI agent couldn't help but ask, "But you are obviously the leader of the cult. Is there something in the church that you don't know? And doing this will be harmful to you. What's the benefit?"

As far as he knew, there had never been any signs of decentralization within the cult, and their career could now be considered on the rise. In his opinion, what Hercule did was completely self-destructing the Great Wall. Even if the other party was trying to reduce his sentence, his cooperation was a bit exaggerated.

In other words, why did His Majesty rebel?

Hercule had always maintained an instructive tone when facing the detectives before. Now he finally raised his eyebrows and showed an unfriendly expression: "What should you call me?"

"captain?"

"..." Hercule withdrew his eyes, "Then it's hard for me to explain this to you. Just think of it as my sudden kindness, officer. From now on, you will remember Chang Wen's police video today. By the way, what you just said There are no signs of power changes and divisions in the church - I have to correct you, there are now."

Under the leadership of the great Captain Hugo, the Hawaiian Chapter declared independence.

Agent Bowen marveled. But he believed that this was not a long-term solution. No one knew that apart from making everyone in the FBI office regard Hercule as the leader of a cult, the magic applied to them had other negative effects.

At this moment, SHIELD received a message: John Constantine was seen near Hawaii.

In recent years, Constantine's reputation in the wizarding world has become increasingly prominent. He is an undoubted expert in the occult, but what is equally famous for his abilities is his bad luck wherever he goes, and his bad behavior of sending his teammates to death several times just to save their lives.

"I don't think we should ask him for help." Agent Bowen held the phone and said, "You are already down... I mean, you and I are both people with conscience, and as far as I know, Constantine has a conscience. But not much. When the time comes, we will have to spare our energy to prevent him from using magic skills to stumble others."

"It depends on why he came to Hawaii, Mr. Bowen." Captain Hugo replied. "As far as I know, mages are not usually seen everywhere. How likely is it that Constantine arrived in Hawaii but broke up with the FBI?" Has nothing to do with the chaos in the department?”

Agent Bowen thought of this too.

He just doesn't want to face it.

"I understand... I'm going to find a way to contact Constantine. What are your plans next? I can adjust my schedule at any time."

Hercule: "Looking for the cat."

Agent Bowen: "What?"

Hercule suddenly came to his senses. He has become accustomed to the identity of a captain and the blindly eating fish-eating FBI police around him. This will accidentally reveal his true inner thoughts - he can't regard the element-devouring beast as genetically modified wheat or an otter island sunk in the middle of the ocean.

If he had to choose between a cat and a dog toy, Hercule would rather be a cat.

"I mean, looking for the element-devouring beast. Alas, you understand."

Even after so long, it was still difficult for him to accept the fact that he was once again tasked with finding a cat...! But they are all branch plots that have been received in repeated games. The serial arson case in New York does not count (2), but looking for a cat does. Is it because cats are special, or is it because arson cases are special?

After Agent Bowen left, Hercule sat in the police station without leaving home, enjoying free air conditioning and cold drinks, and issued a mission to the new congregants: to find an extremely dangerous black cat.

Once discovered, do not approach, let alone attempt to arrest, and be sure to report it directly.

Even if these believers are not good people, they should be tried and explained to the victims, instead of dying easily in the mouth of the Devourer without anyone knowing.

The outside believers who were not affected by the magic confusion debuff respectfully asked the "detective": "Don't touch them, don't kill them directly - does it mean that we should treat them like Hercule Hugo?"

Captain Hugo:?