Three-stream detection simulator

In the game setting, Ark Pharmaceuticals and Apocalypse were two eggs hatched from the same nest several years ago.

Argos, the CEO of Apocalypse, is famous for owning half of the world. He is also used to establishing an image. Every time he appears in the CG, he is kind and well-mannered.

The chairman of Ark Pharmaceuticals rarely speaks in the news media. Even when facing the camera, he will only express his opinions in most cases, such as a long and short "woof" - there is no way, it looks like a dog with unpredictable breeds.

As for the third force in the game, Hercule is reluctant to mention it. Every time he completes the relevant side quests, the third party forces leave him with a bad impression. This may be because they take a rare literary route outside the two major science and engineering giants, Ark and Apocalypse.

For example, if this is the side quest of Apocalypse, the player needs to investigate arson, prosthetic smuggling, sniper murder, car accidents, even wife cheating and company false accounts, etc. The goal is clear and the result is clear.

If this is the Ark Pharmaceuticals branch, the system will sometimes give it some somewhat metaphysical names, perhaps the chairman himself is such a dog. But no matter what, the side quest will clearly explain what the player has to do: find a cat, find a mural, find a lost wheat sample, confirm the severity of the gas leak, detect the content of radioactive elements in nuclear wastewater, solve the mystery of the replacement of extinct creatures...

The player is only occasionally unsure of what the consequences of his actions will be, which requires patience to dig deeper and interpret.

As for the third villain in the background of "Third-rate Detective Simulator", when players do related side quests, they often don't know what to do, nor do they know what the purpose of what they do is. For example, "Find an otter island that drifted to the middle of the Pacific Ocean for unknown reasons and sank", how can the island float above the ocean and disappear? Is it possible that this island did not exist in the first place?

Or "debate with 32 crazy historians", this is somewhat beyond the scope of the detective's work, unless the client gives enough money...

The third force has a very different style from the other two companies, and its rise route is also unconventional. As far as Hercule knows, the business giant Apocalypse Company monopolizes 80% of the world's high-tech products. The separation of Ark Pharmaceuticals from it not only failed to make the already saturated and bloated market conform to the rules, but further squeezed the living space of small businesses.

People in the game world are accustomed to living under the surveillance of Argos. In the drawers of every household, you can find an emergency medical kit with a puppy head printed on it. Many social and economic scholars pessimistically believe that unless the scale of the war expands to the extent that the level of science and technology is seriously regressed, the two mountains of Apocalypse Company and Ark Pharmaceuticals will always stand on everyone's head. The mountains are there, and their number will not increase or decrease.

——The second year after this conclusion was published in the media, a nuclear bomb bombed the American continent. The world's largest library, which was fabricated in the game and located at the center of the explosion, was reduced to ruins in the flames. Countless precious orphan books and collections were destroyed, leaving only images in the virtual space. After the war, a mysterious organization rose from the shadow of death and radiation and established its headquarters on the site of the old library. They gave themselves a down-to-earth name:

Heritage and Preservation Association of World Culture, or HPAWC for short.

Its work mainly includes researching history, tracking and recording social phenomena, reviewing, containing and protecting objects or life forms that represent lost civilizations (usually mandatory), and sometimes doing simple work such as solving human psychological problems or developing the entertainment industry.

In just a few years, when the game story begins, the World Heritage and Preservation Association has become an industry pioneer from scratch, publishing a bunch of rubbish movies and books that no one likes, from Argos and the dog chairman to street tramps and dogs.

Sometimes Hercules wonders how they got so big and strong.

This thing is affectionately called the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television among Chinese players, and has another nickname among European and American players because of the same abbreviation, namely "Help people achieve WC". Later, some players found that calling it the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television was easy to be censored, so they took a different approach and took the meaning of holy shit and called it the Holy of Holies.

It turns out that humans are always willing to combine multiple cultures and are particularly wise when giving others bad nicknames.

In short, this Holy of Holies is neither a place to communicate with God in a religious sense, nor a fashionable name given by a future supreme wizard to his New York mansion. The third force in the game, the Holy of Holies, is engaged in the production of industrial saccharin and has the heart of selling white powder.

The association does not have only one boss, but twelve management members of equal status. These twelve people are more low-key and mysterious than each other, and none of them has revealed their real names and appearances to the public.

Anyway, people don’t care who is the director of the bad movies on the market, or who is the author of the garbage novels. In short, the "Twelve Apostles" of the "Holy of Holies" remain unusually unfathomable, and the side quests related to them have also taken a similar style.

**

Hercule felt a headache when he thought about the Sanctum Sanctorum. Stream of consciousness tasks tend to focus on the mind. You would never know the tricky angle your opponent would use when asking questions. He went over the clues he had collected so far in the main mission:

The first is Gotham’s commission letter, which contains the English word ‘help’.

Then there was an explosion in the Aoshi Group. Hercule deduced from the names mentioned in the researcher's documents that there was a secret hidden within the Aoshi Group, and the murderer of the bombing left a letter that read: 'Game Talent'. Just getting started'.

Next, Hercule returned to Gotham and met Charlie Brown, whose family situation was worrying but actually did nothing wrong, Harleen Quinzel, who had a weird xp but was still a good girl, and a suspected bat-type super. Jason Todd, a kid from the British reserve team, and Harvey Dent, who is working overtime as 007 for both internal and external enemies.

Charlie Brown is the central point of events. He was expelled from the company because he 'lost a very important semi-finished material'. Under the pressure of life, he gradually embarked on the path of illegal crime. However, his ability needs to be improved, and he was beaten up when he stole something.

Harleen and Jason's mother Katherine Todd both have a special connection with Charlie, and Harvey Dent seems to have nothing to do with anyone else - but Hercule noticed a detail: in the news report, it was teased that 'the new prosecutor The boss of a technology company who is nothing more than an official is exactly Charlie Brown’s former boss!

So the person in the center of the tornado's eye is undoubtedly Charlie.

So is he the one most likely to be in danger?

The answer is no.

The first person to disappear must and will only be Catherine Todd.

**

During the lunch break, Harvey Dent walked out of the office and received a call from the U.S. Attorney's Executive Office as usual. The agency is responsible for providing legal education, administrative supervision and technical support to local prosecutors in various states across the country. And Harvey knew very clearly that this phone call had only one purpose: to put pressure on him.

"Good afternoon, Harvey." The general counsel of the office greeted Harvey politely. "I hope your work went smoothly today. How far is the case?"

Harvey really didn't want to deal with the other party. His expression turned cold unconsciously, and he said gloomily: "You should know better than me."

"How could it be? You are the Grand Prosecutor of Gotham, and I am only responsible for supervising you. Let me state in advance that I do not want to interfere with your actions. It is a good thing for young people to be proactive, but if you really can't find Lawrence Wei, Erkinson's criminal evidence shows that he is innocent, and you should not frame an upright citizen in order to solve the case as quickly as possible. This is against the law and is not what prosecutors should do."

Harvey squeezed the phone tightly and said word for word: "Lawrence Wilkinson is by no means innocent."

"We were discussing evidence, dear Harvey, and you can't convince me."

Harvey gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged with anger: "The GCPD and I have put conclusive evidence in front of the judge time and time again. It's you—"

"Watch your words, Harvey Dent. The judge did what he was supposed to do, and so did we. Only you and the Gotham Police Department seem to be under too much pressure to make unrealistic assumptions. If you have the evidence, everyone They will act impartially. But since Lawrence Wilkinson has not been arrested until now, it only means that you have chosen the wrong opponent. If this continues, the Executive Office of the Prosecutor will doubt your ability to take on this job."

"..."

"I hear you have a good reputation in Gotham. Just a good reputation isn't everything, is it?"

Harvey pressed the hangup button with almost all his strength.

He slammed his phone aside, attracting curious and horrified looks from several colleagues. Before Harvey had time to explain his violent behavior, the communication device on the ground with a broken screen vibrated again.

It's an unknown number, not official.

Harvey looked at it with hatred for a moment, imagining it as an ugly devil, a dirty insect, or the mud of his childhood that he couldn't shake off. But after a few seconds, he walked over and picked up the phone again and put it to his ear. His left hand was in his suit pocket, picking at the pattern on the front of a metal coin. He held up his mobile phone in his right hand and said in a calm tone:

"Hello, this is Harvey Dent."

The voice of a woman he was familiar with came from the phone: "Harvey, do you remember me? Not long ago, as your former client, I should still be considered your old friend. I heard a little about your pathetic Dilemma, now I have a gift for you, you can decide for yourself whether you want to come to see me or not.”

**

Harleen Quinzel submitted her resignation to the charity's administrators.

"Aren't you coming here anymore?" The manager tried to persuade her to stay. "We are still short of manpower here, and everyone really needs you. All the unfortunate people here speak highly of you. I heard that you are about to graduate. Now - maybe you can think of volunteering at a charity as a long-term job."

"People like me?" Harleen asked, seeing the manager nodding, she smiled, "But I don't like them."

Before the stunned administrator could think of an answer, she continued: "Rather than helping people here, I find that I am more interested in criminal psychology. Maybe I will find a psychiatric hospital and study while working. Thank you To acknowledge my efforts during this time, Ms. Gray, I will always remember your kindness and the pleasant time I spent here.”

She leaned forward and gave the manager a big hug, placed her resignation letter on his desk, and left without looking back, carrying her schoolbag.

As a result, just when Harleen stepped out of the door of the charity meeting, she bumped into an unexpected person.

"Help me... help me think of a solution, Harleen!" The man stopped her and begged, "You are the only one who can give me some advice now!"

**

Jason Todd had an old cell phone from a thrift store, but no one ever called him.

This afternoon, he received his first contact other than advertising and scamming. It was a text message that read:

‘I found your mother, Jason, the situation is not good, you’d better come here as soon as possible. ’

‘From: Alexander Hugo’