Three-stream detection simulator

Hercules's absence attracted the attention of Shania and the innkeeper Jermaine. However, there was a ready-made reason, just mentioning the killer and the police station, and there was no need to explain too much, because these two people would not ask the police, and it was impossible to find Bruce Wayne, and Edward Nygma remained silent for his own unique reasons.

Shania was more meticulous than Jermaine, and she found another problem: Hercules was indeed too poor to afford a ride.

The client was very upset, and had no sense of being the first party. He immediately felt that he had treated Hercules unfairly. Not only did he give half of the money that Jermaine stuffed into her to Hercules, but he also spent a lot of time asking the detective about his well-being.

However, Hercules had used up all his 25 physical strength on the road after the police station and cigarette incident last night. At this time, it was inevitable that he could not lift his spirits and had no worldly desires. Shania saw that he was in a bad mood, so she was very tactful and stopped bothering him.

After returning to the hotel room, Hercules' status became [being monitored].

Habits become second nature. He ignored this description that reminded him of the eyes in the keyhole and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

It was just past noon when he got up. After washing up, Hercule yawned and went downstairs to the bar. Edward was nowhere to be seen. Hearing that he had his own things to do, Shania and Jermaine were sitting in the corner chatting. When they saw him coming, they tacitly shut up.

Hercule looked at them with interest.

Shania's mood was a little more stable than yesterday, and she felt a little embarrassed by his gaze. Jermaine asked, "What do you want to drink?"

Hercule asked for a glass of sparkling water, which was only a little more expensive than boiled water. He still had the broken hat from last night in his arms. There was no special reason: it was just out of some metaphysical psychology that Hercule felt it could add attribute points.

The other two people at the table didn't know what he was thinking. They looked at him putting the hat on his thighs, and their expressions were hard to describe. The innkeeper Jermaine's impression of him changed again and again, and he sympathetically said: "I'll buy you a drink, do you smoke?"

"No, thank you, I'm not used to it." Hercule turned the cup full of sparkling water with his left hand, turned to Shania, and asked, "What are your plans for today?"

Shania hesitated for a moment and whispered: "I want to leave Gotham."

Hercule's first reaction was "a wise decision". Since he crossed over to this world, Gotham has left him with an extremely bad impression, which is comparable to his hometown in the game world of this body. If possible, he also wants to find an opportunity to move to another city-although if Gotham is really as chaotic as Jermaine described, he is more likely to get work here as an unknown detective.

But then all the known information flashed through his mind, and he asked, "What about Corbin Ford's case?"

Shania: "I will pay the fee."

"It's not a matter of money..." Hercule thought about his current assets and changed his words, "Although it is partly a matter of money. Can I ask what changed your mind?"

"I advised you." Jermaine interrupted, "The danger you encountered last night may happen again at any time. Corbin Ford was very likely to die at the hands of the gang. It is wishful thinking to avenge him. It is better to change places and start a new life. Leaving Gotham is not safe enough, Shania, you might as well go abroad directly."

Shania looked dazed, her fingers tightly grasping the table. "You can think about it while you pack your things." Jermaine said, "I have a channel to help you get a passport and visa. You can consider it for another week, but the longer you delay, the greater the risk. This is Gotham, Shania, don't be lucky."

What he said made sense. Shania seemed to be convinced. She nodded and went back to the room to pack her things. Suddenly, only Hercule and Jermaine were left in the bar. Hercule asked, "Why are you so anxious all of a sudden? Did something beyond your control happen last night?"

Jermaine was originally staring at Shania's back in a daze. Hearing this, his eyes condensed: "I am an innkeeper. I just have some connections after living in Gotham for a long time. Do you have any misunderstandings about me?"

This is still a lie.

If the innkeeper randomly chooses an ID in the game, it must be "Lying Jermaine".

Hercule smiled: "Maybe, how did you and Shania know each other?"

"High school." Jermaine said simply, "I pursued her."

Hercule deliberately said: "But she finally chose Corbin Fordhamo. Women's minds are always unpredictable, right? She loves him and is even willing to find ways to avenge him."

Jermaine looks very approachable, but in fact he is a little arrogant in his bones. He said with a little disdain: "Corbin... a fool with no ability."

"It can be seen that pleasing women is sometimes not a matter of ability."

" What do you know? ! "Men cannot be questioned. Jermaine's tone was a little more angry. "She likes that type. What can I do? Where did you come from?" Hercule's identity was all generated by the game system. He had no memory attached to his body. He said casually: "I am an outsider." Jermaine smiled contemptuously: "Take the money and leave here, kid. If you underestimate women, you will be cheated and bankrupt. I know you are smart, but Gotham is not such a simple place." Hercule agreed with his last two sentences.

During the day, there were crackling gunshots not far from the hotel, but the sound of police sirens was not obvious. No one came to the bar to drink, so Jermaine simply hung up the closed sign and lay absentmindedly in front of the TV watching the football game. Hercule followed him for a while. In the evening, Shania said she was going to go out to post her suitcase, and the two men downstairs volunteered to stand up at the same time.

In the end, it was Jermaine who squeezed Hercule away and accompanied Shania to the post office. Hercule didn't insist, they left, and he got in the car and went to the homeless gathering place last night.

Today is also a day of seamless integration.

The homeless people were friendlier than they had been yesterday, and although no one was still actively sharing information with him, they didn't go out of their way to avoid him as they walked back and forth and whispered to each other. Hercule asked: "Are the police still there?"

Someone sniffed and smiled proudly as if to show off his keen sense of smell: "Always there."

interesting.

Hercule remained patient like an old hunter, relying on the clock hanging outside the door of the fast-food restaurant across the road to keep time. He did the math in his mind and felt that he could wait a few more hours, and it didn't matter if there were no additional gains. However, unexpectedly, before dawn, his side mission made wonderful progress——

Hercule and another homeless man encounter the legendary Bat Monster.

In addition to watching TV this afternoon, Hercule also read the newspaper that Bruce Wayne left at the police station yesterday, as well as several magazines provided by the front desk of the hotel. He knew that someone had already given a name to this urban legend that was not sure whether it existed. Got a name.

They call him Batman.

And that midnight, when Hercule and the homeless man who was responsible for supervising his movements went to the fast food restaurant across the street to find food, Gotham showed him the simple side of the people: a masked robber with a knife did not see the The supervisor behind him thought Hercule was alone, so he jumped out and threatened him to hand over his wallet.

Hercule thought to himself that there was no doubt who was poorer between the two of us... He didn't say anything to the sharp tip of the knife. Urban legend said that Batman fell from the sky, beat the robber with three or two blows until tears flowed from his eyes, and then carried it with one hand. He grabbed the opponent's collar and climbed up the wall with a dexterity that didn't suit his body shape. He took a deep look at Hercule through the mask before blending into the shadows.

Hercule:?

To be honest, this scene was scarier than being pointed at a knife. The neon lights at the entrance of the fast food restaurant kept flashing, illuminating the small area in front of the door. The robbers who were brutally blasted were crying and being taken away by the bat monster. The choking and wailing sounds came from the darkness and could be heard from a distance.

The homeless man who fell behind him and was responsible for guarding the new arrivals was dumbfounded. He didn't scream because his vocal cords were too tense.

Hercule put his hands in his coat pockets and calmly came to two conclusions. First, Batman probably lacks long-range attack methods, so he was forced to show up. Two, Batman can't fly.

Also... Batman seems to know him.

Is it possible that this is the source of the sight felt outside the police station?

The evening harvest doesn’t stop there.

Hercule's methods of obtaining clues are extremely limited, and Batman comes to his door, so why not take advantage of it? He took the news of the urban legend back to the homeless gathering place and gave them a dramatic description, supplemented by a few vivid details, which instantly attracted the attention of most people.

There are core members who are following him to guarantee that no one questions his words.

They brought Hercule into the small circle and asked him a few questions carefully. Hercule answered some and said he didn't know the rest. Anyway, it was dark enough and Batman was dressed in black. Why was he so far away? Can't see clearly. But in any case, being able to confirm that Batman really exists is valuable enough in itself.

In exchange, he asked several questions related to local forces, including the innkeeper Jermaine.

"He is loyal to Alberto Falcone, the son of the Roman Carmine Falcone." The tramps answered happily, "Very few people know about this matter, Alberto Falcone." Falcone wants to use Jermaine as a hidden agent.”

This was expected by Hercule: "Is there a struggle within the Falcone family?"

They looked at each other, and someone said vaguely: "It's hard to say, everything is not peaceful. But Falcone has never been able to stand the betrayal of outsiders, so it doesn't matter to us how they compete."

In other words, the boss does not allow his subordinates to change jobs.

Hercule had a vague idea in his mind, which was now almost confirmed.

He felt uplifted and the depression of the day was gone. After spending half the night sorting out inferences and looking for loopholes, Hercule was about to walk back to the hotel at dawn.

After eating, he takes a walk and lives to be ninety-nine. He is poor but can live a long life.

As a result, before walking 200 meters, a sports car with smooth lines, strong chassis, and cool styling... maybe it was a sports car, stopped beside Hercule.

The driver is clearly the protagonist of the side mission.

Hercule put his hands in his coat pockets and stood in the howling night wind. He leaned slightly to look at the person coming through the car glass, and couldn't help but let out a meaningless sigh: "Ah!"

What is the parallel operation of two main lines and branch lines? That's it!

Longevity is not in a hurry.

He didn't wait for Batman's invitation and took the initiative to knock on the car window with his middle finger bone: "I want to thank you for helping me get rid of the robber before. Can we chat, Mr. Bat?"