Three-stream detection simulator

The discussion about the pipe and the intelligence of the Element Devourer did not last long.

Batman sent a screenshot of a social software dynamic.

The picture above the screenshot showed a black cat that turned into a residual shadow on the wing of a passing plane, with very abstract facial features and limbs. The text below read: "Am I hallucinating? This was taken on the flight back to New York."

One-third of the people who commented said that the picture was photoshopped.

One-third of the people were playing a meme.

Another one-third predicted the end of the world from the indescribable cat head.

Batman said: "I have deleted the post."

"Sorry." Hercule sincerely apologized, "I agreed with Hibida to let it stay on the plane, but the reflection of the clouds on the wing during landing made it a little excited."

So Hibida jumped down from the top of the plane, chased the shadow for two laps before remembering that Hercule did not let it show up at the window.

Then it rushed back to its original position, but still left a dark ghost in the camera on the netizen's hand.

——On the bright side, normal people can't recognize that this is an undefined cat.

Robin poked his head out from behind Batman and said seriously to the screen: "Detective, I don't mean to blame you at all. This is just a friendly suggestion - that is, uh, whether from the perspective of animal lovers, endangered species protection, or earth diplomacy, you should be nicer to your cat."

Hercule didn't speak for a long time.

Dick suddenly became a little nervous and whispered to Batman: "I should have changed my tone. Is he angry?"

"No, of course not. Please feel free to express your opinion." Hercule heard him and answered before Batman, "I'm just a little confused. From the perspective of an outsider, do you think that the relationship between me and Hibida is not good?"

Robin and Batman looked at each other: "You can't say that... but your attitude towards it is obviously more indifferent than others, I don't know how to say it?"

Hercule was shocked: "Why do you think so?"

Robin was also shocked: "You don't think so at all?!"

Batman thought for a moment and asked: "What do you think your relationship with Hibida is?"

"We are friends." Hercule answered affirmatively.

Robin was even more confused: "But as far as I know, you are very considerate to your human friends most of the time?"

"Thank you for the compliment, Dick, but it depends on how you define considerate." Hercule said, "Hyperida is an alien creature, I certainly can't treat it with the same standards as ordinary people."

Batman: "So you admit that you are a human supremacist?"

Hercule felt that they were simply talking at cross purposes: "Wait a minute, what does this have to do with the topic we are talking about?"

It is true that "human supremacy" is hung on his system panel. But Hercule felt from the bottom of his heart that, not to mention the aliens he had never met, at least he treated every human or non-human creature he had come into contact with equally.

Even if he and Hyperida were not as close as brothers, at least they were running in both directions. Hercule never thought that in the eyes of outsiders, he and the cat were sadists and Stockholm patients respectively.

"Mr. Hibida?" To make sure this was not his wishful thinking, Hercule found the translator, held up the phone and shouted, "Can you please come over? I have a question that needs your opinion. Do you think our relationship can be defined as friendship?"

A few seconds later, a cat's head stuck out from the gap in the toilet door.

Hibida purred loudly: "Of course!"

Hercule: It seems that I am not mistaken.

"You two are too harsh in your speculation about me." He said dissatisfiedly, "If I were an extreme human supremacist, I would have hung up the phone as early as when Mr. Batman admitted that he had not eaten for more than twelve hours."

Dick did not refute, and gestured to Batman on the other end: The detective actually said "Mister" and "please" to the cat! He did not use honorifics when communicating with his good friends, unless he was unhappy!

Batman looked up and opened Hercule's file, and then the last entry read: "Unconscious and obvious human supremacist".

——In fact, if we don’t consider the name, we can find the difference by changing our thinking. If Hercule’s friend is a mutant who can fly but doesn’t have super speed and can’t buy a ticket for himself for some reason, will he not buy a ticket for the other person and let him or her fly with the plane?

But the detective himself was completely unaware of his differential treatment.

There is also a file of the Devourer with a cat’s head on the computer.

Batman added after ‘limited IQ’:

‘Unlike other cats, it is too wary of humans’.

Thinking of the upcoming interview with the Daily Planet the next day, Batman has to say that he began to worry about the contact between Hercule and Superman that would happen sooner or later.

After all, you can’t expect Kryptonians to trust humans as much as Hebeida… right?

**

"Good evening, Clark." Lois Lane was lying on the desk of a hotel on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, typing on her laptop while greeting Clark Kent on the other side of the phone, "How was your business trip recently?"

"I'm not sure, Gotham gives me a bad feeling." Clark replied with a little frustration, "The environment here is too dim, completely different from Metropolis."

"Oh, you'll know after seeing more. New York is actually similar." Lois' fingertips danced on the keyboard, and she said casually, "It looks bright and beautiful, but in fact, the subway station is full of stench, shootings may happen on the street at any time, and people die every day."

"What? Then you..."

"I'm fine, where I live is relatively safe. I can go back to Metropolis after the interview is over tomorrow."

Clark asked: "Hercule Hugo?"

Louise raised her head: "Yeah, you heard of him too?"

"The boss mentioned it, I listened to the radio on the way yesterday." Clark smiled, "The story is very interesting, the detective is a good person."

Louise laughed: "Is there someone who is not a good person in your eyes?"

Clark shrugged: "Well, it's hard to say. When I was wandering around the city recently, I met the masked vigilante in Gotham City... He is a little more terrifying than the rumors say."

In fact, Superman had a deal with Batman recently.

As long as Clark goes on a business trip to Gotham City, this kind of thing is inevitable. After all, if someone is hurt, how can Superman not help? How can Batman not notice such a big red and blue superhero flying across the city?

All in all, the first meeting between the two cannot be called a pleasant one, and there were some small disputes during the process.

"Is it Batman?" Louise asked with interest, "The radio said that he and Hercule are friends. I am planning to add a few questions about superheroes, superhumans and mutants in the interview, but I am not sure if this will cause some trouble."

"I don't think it will go wrong. The detective is quite friendly to non-humans."

Louise immediately asked: "How did you see it? What did I miss? Great, Clark, didn't I say you have some talent for being a reporter?"

Clark was embarrassed to say that he had been tracking Batman's voice since they first met. On weekdays, the Gotham vigilante is elusive, and it was not until just now that he finally caught the other party's conversation with Hercule Hugo.

Should we say that these two people are worthy of being friends?

One of them was planning to fly to New York to pick someone up, and the other one even called to notify before going to Gotham!

So the root of the conflict between Superman and Batman was that he should have called Batman's helpline before he showed up in Gotham?

The question was where could he get a phone number or an email address? Which came first, the chicken or the egg? The Dark Knight would never write his contact information on a gargoyle!

Superman felt out of place. He rubbed his hair and said to Lois, "I just think Batman might not be human." This was heard from the phone, "But Hercule can be friends with him, which means he at least doesn't discriminate against aliens?"

"That makes sense." Lois thought, "I've never thought that Batman might not be a person. Well, why have I never thought about it from this perspective? Rumor has it that he really doesn't look like a person. You're right, Clark, let me reorganize my documents..."

"Wait a minute, don't hang up yet." Clark said quickly, "My dog, I mean Krypton, is he okay? Didn't it affect you?"

Lois bowed her head. A white medium-sized dog was sleeping soundly at her feet with its ears drooping.

"It's great. I wasn't sure if it could adapt to traveling with me. If I had known Jimmy said that you had a dog at home that no one was taking care of, I wouldn't have volunteered to take on this task. Who would have thought that I would go out with you just a few days after you left?"

"Great." Clark said sincerely, "Don't worry too much. I gave Krypton to you mainly because...well, anyway, he is very smart and can take care of himself."

"It sounds irresponsible." Louise tilted her head, "Don't worry, I can definitely take good care of him, and I will take him with me to work tomorrow. If he is really as smart as you say, then the dog leash area outside the apartment door will not affect my work."

**

With the help of a trusted industry junior to help spread the gossip, Louise believed the information that 'Hercule Hugo is friendly to non-humans'. At eight o'clock the next morning, she fed the dog and walked two blocks with it to the downstairs of Aria's apartment. Then she sent a message to Hercule, saying that the interview was ready and could start at any time.

Hercule walked downstairs and heard a resident shouting: "What a cute dog! What a smart dog! Come and let auntie touch it, hehehehe..."

Following her call, a big white dog that had been staying outside the apartment door hesitated for a moment, and then happily raised its paw and jumped over the threshold.

"Great!" The resident raised his hands, "The puppy is a world treasure!"

In an instant, Hercule's arms were covered with goose bumps, his scalp was numb, and the foot that was about to step out was retracted.

The Aria apartment is too relaxed in this respect: pets are not prohibited.

Sibida sat in his coat pocket, and he looked up like a grandfather: "Meow?"

Hercule thought again: Sibida is not a pet.

He looked along the crowd and saw a young and beautiful female reporter sitting in the hall. She had short hair, smart clothes, her eyes flashed with wisdom and agility, and she had a smile on her face, and she talked happily with the residents of the apartment. The hot topic at the moment - a dog with eyes that also sparkled with wisdom and alertness... walked up to them in small steps, half sat down, raised his head and chest, and looked around elegantly.

Is it necessary to test people’s hearts like this?

Hercule cautiously took a few steps forward and asked across half the hall: "Are you Ms. Lois Lane?"

"I am!" Louise stood up immediately, "You must be Mr. Hercule Hugo..."

She said and stepped forward, and Krypton behind her immediately raised her hips and swung her tail to follow.

Hercule saw this.

He took a small step back.

Xiao Krypton:?

Louise thought of something and turned around and said, "Go outside the door, little Krypton, and wait for me to come back."

The white dog stuck out his tongue and took two enthusiastic breaths in response to the command.

During this period, it raised its head and curiously looked at Hibida, who looked a little different from other cats. Hibida narrowed her green eyes, arched her back slightly after a moment, and let out a threatening growl.

"Let's talk upstairs?" Louise said naturally, "Or I saw a conference room on the first floor."

"The conference room needs to be reserved in advance." Hercule said, "Since you are ready, you don't have to go upstairs. Please come here."

His back was to Louise, which was okay. But the thought of a dog behind the female reporter's back...the unseen imaginary things became even scarier. Hercule felt the muscles in his back tighten, and for a moment he even regretted not following Louise's words and going upstairs.

Calm down, Hercule, it's just a dog.

Even if he looks extraordinarily intelligent - why on earth would a dog appear so intelligent? Just become the chairman of Ark Pharmaceuticals!

He strode into the conference room, waited for Louise to enter and slammed the door with a cold face, and then he felt that the creepy coldness on his body had subsided a little.

"Is that your dog ma'am?"

"It belongs to a friend of mine, I'm sorry." Louise said apologetically, "I originally left it outside the apartment, but the residents here are a little too enthusiastic about animals."

"Indeed," Hercule said politely, "their pure kindness is reflected in the fact that they shed tears at the memorial service for the cat that was killed in vain, more sincerely than they cried over the corpse of their neighbor who was also murdered at the same time."

Louise: "..."

The conference room window faces the dog leash area.

Little Krypton has a strong sense of self-management. He walks to the target location with the dog leash in his mouth, and automatically wraps the rope around the iron stake. There are two or three puppies next to it, all of which are temporarily placed here by their owners. Sometimes they lick the water from the faucet specially fed to dogs, and sometimes they play with each other on the lawn.

Hercule thought the view from this conference room was damn good.

He sat down, trying his best to ignore the bustle and joy of dogs and dog lovers outside, and said to Louise, "Where do we start?"

Louise got into the mood faster than him. She held the recorder and said calmly: "Let's start from the beginning, hello Mr. Hercule Hugo. I am Louise Lane, a reporter from the Daily Planet..."

Hercule was a little absent-minded, but most people couldn't tell.

He let his mind go, half of it was answering the reporter's questions, and the other half was running wildly, thinking about yesterday's conversation with Batman, the Chihuahua, the chairman of Ark Pharmaceuticals, and the sea and the distant United States. Constantine on the West Coast. He looked at Louise, judged her character, preferences, and life experiences, and then used her to imagine a superman who would focus his eyes on the world...

Batman must have met Superman, otherwise yesterday's test would have been too sudden.

Hercule stared at Krypton and thought to himself.

——If anyone has encountered something they are afraid of, they will have a similar experience: you are much more sensitive to the things you fear than others.

For example, people who are afraid of bugs will notice bugs on the ground faster than people who are not afraid of bugs.

Now Hercule couldn't completely divert his attention from the dog, and his ears were filled with the barking of the dog, which even overwhelmed Louise's question:

"The basic interview is almost done, do you mind if I ask some questions about superheroes? Because I heard that you are friends with Batman and Iron Man. But this is not the focus of the interview, Mr. Hugo, you can choose to refuse Answer, the angle of my question may be a bit sharp, for example, if Superman and a human criminal fell into the water at the same time..."

Hercule replied without thinking: "I choose to save the criminal, thank you."

Louise: "?"

"Actually, my question is, what do you think about Superman rescuing criminals? Forget it, please don't mind, let's look at the next one."