Three-stream detection simulator

Batlasso said, "Of course I do. I'm Batman."

"..."

Hercule feels that Batman is committed to giving each prop a bat prefix, and each of his props in turn insists that he is Batman. The two can definitely be considered a two-way street.

"As you can see, I'm trying to hang it out," he poked at the body with difficulty. "Can you help me?"

"I..." The lasso swayed twice in the wind and slowly hung down, "I'm sorry, I can't help, I can't move."

Hercule said it casually, not expecting it at all. He was swinging the iron pipe, but once he failed to control it properly, the body almost fell from the air.

The cat and the lasso screamed at the same time: "Ahhhhh-"

Hercule used his hands hard, the iron pipe remained still, and the body swayed and stabilized.

Hibida jumped onto the window sill with her back arched and her tail raised, and said hurriedly: "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Several tentacles trembled in the air, carefully avoiding the blood-stained part of the body, and hung it in the center of the dial.

This position was so impartial and wonderful that Hercule stood admiring it for a long time.

Lasso was shocked, and there was a hint of confusion in the silence. Then it asked, "Why did he do this to you?"

"Sorry, what did you say?" Hercule didn't hear clearly.

"I'm not asking you, I'm asking it." The noose was hung a little higher than the corpse, and it was dangling in the wind. "Why doesn't this corpse answer me?"

Hercule: "You said so, of course corpses can't speak."

"But Lasso can't speak originally, even though I am Batman." Lasso's tone sounded a bit heavy, "The corpse can answer me, it just doesn't want to speak now, just like you answered me, in fact you My heart is silent.

But I still have to ask you, Detective. What is your purpose for doing this? "

Hercule lay on the window sill and thought for a while, then said: "First, I tried to save a friend. Then, I wanted to defeat an opponent."

"So that's it," the lasso spun in the moonlight, "So, for your friends and victory, you are willing to sacrifice everything, even yourself, right?"

"Uh." Hercule didn't expect Tao Suo to understand so much, "No, not to this extent. In fact, I feel that this body is not actually that heavy..."

Before he finished speaking, there was the sound of footsteps falling behind him.

Robin squeezed in through the skylight above and trotted towards the window next to the dial as soon as his feet touched the ground. He didn't even look at Hercule who was standing next to him. He hurriedly stretched his head out of the window. The moment he saw the body, he clearly cursed: "Fuck!"

Then he turned back sullenly and said to Hercule: "You are under arrest."

"..."

"Who were you talking to just now, the ghostly associate of a serial killer?"

"Oh, it's actually the bat lasso, and it was the one who chatted with me first." Hercule still held the bloody iron pipe in one hand and showed it to him with the other finger. "Isn't Batman here? He should be there." You can see that there are slight differences in the injuries and clothes between the corpse and me. In fact, I have something to ask for from him.”

Robin followed the direction he pointed to look at the noose, and saw an extremely lifelike corpse, to the point where he would have nightmares at night.

He didn't want to take a closer look, so he quickly turned his head and looked at the detective. After a few seconds, he couldn't bear it and squatted against the wall with his head in his hands. He was choked by the smell of blood next to him and sneezed: "He will be here soon, so Please tell me, what's going on?"

**

Harvey Dent drove, arriving ten minutes after Batman and Robin.

The clock tower is a landmark building in Gotham City. It is midnight and there is no one on the street, so the corpse on the dial has not caused a sensation. When Harvey rushed towards the door, he subconsciously looked up at the time, and what he saw was a silhouette of a different person.

His heartbeat suddenly became unbalanced, and at the same time he felt nauseated from the inside out. He gritted his teeth and ran into the building.

After passing the main entrance, I saw a pool of blood beside the subway station platform, which was rubbed everywhere. As I walked further, the bloodstains and drag marks on the road were shocking. There was no sign of a struggle, but it was hard to say that this was a good thing.

The higher Harvey climbed the stairs, the uglier his face became. He was scolding all the departments in the city government - has no one thought of installing an elevator in the main traffic corridor in all these years? !

Hercule and he had a lot in common.

After reaching the top floor in one breath, he held his breath and opened the door.

Batman was the only one on the top floor of the clock tower at the moment. The masked vigilante stood in front of the window with an unreadable expression, holding a noose in his hand for no apparent reason. He tilted his head and looked out the window. He didn't turn his head when he heard the footsteps at the door, but took a few steps back to make way for Harvey.

Harvey's steps suddenly hesitated. His other personality began to scream again, his soul boiling, directing his eyes to patrol the empty attic, looking for the whereabouts of the murderer like a ferocious predator.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Batman said: "There were mainly two wounds, on the waist and right arm. The person who did it was quick and clear, and it meant a lot of venting. Judging from the blood flow, he was still alive at that time."

Harvey was dizzy from lack of oxygen. He walked over to Batman, holding on to the window frame and looking out.

It was very windy at night in Gotham. In just ten minutes, the blood that was flowing down the leather shoes on the corpse's feet had dried up. The hands of the watch were ticking, and a gust of wind blew in the distance. The tie around the neck of the corpse and the hair on the temples fluttered together, making it look very dynamic, as if it was still alive.

But through the hazy moonlight looming behind the clouds, Harvey saw Hercule's pale and calm face with his eyes closed.

He reached into his pocket twice, trying to take out a cigarette, but his hands were shaking and he couldn't unbutton it for a long time. After several attempts, he gave up and said to Batman, "Shall we... put him down?"

Batman didn't seem very active. He lingered on the spot for a while, then jumped onto the window sill with a sullen expression, reaching out to grab the detective's tie. Because he used too much force when he pulled the corpse over, the corpse's forehead was hit hard on his shoulder armor.

Harvey took a few steps forward to lend a hand, but accidentally stepped on an iron pipe on the ground, staggered and almost fell. He raised his leg to kick the iron pipe away. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the blood on it and put his foot down again.

There is a solemn and strange atmosphere in the narrow interior.

Two minutes later, Batman carried the body into the house and laid it flat on the floor. He squatted down, cautiously stretched out his hand to lift the cloth, looked at the particularly bloody wound on his waist, then turned to look at his right arm twisted in a weird posture, and shook his head silently after a moment.

Harvey thought it meant there was no hope.

In fact, what Batman wanted to express was... It's hard to sum up his mood in one sentence. In short, it was very complicated. He especially wanted to punch the corpse's head again to form a symmetrical pattern with the place he hit just now.

Regardless, the body is real.

Their friend lay quietly on the moonlit floor, as if waiting for the morning light to fill his body before opening his eyes.

Harvey was devastated. He still couldn't fully accept the bad news. He walked from the left to the right of the room and back again. After taking several deep breaths, he asked, "What clues do you have?"

Batman: "..."

He thought about it for a while, and finally said according to Hercule's intention: "Have you ever heard of the Court of Owls?"

He briefly introduced the court, the clown and the 'World Cultural Heritage and Protection Association' with an inexplicable abbreviation, and explained the hostile relationship between them and the detective.

Harvey neither believed nor disbelieved. With a cold face, he picked up the iron pipe on the ground and knocked it twice, then asked: "Hercule made an appointment with you, one person will be responsible for the clown, and the other person will be responsible for looking for me?"

Batman: "I believe he would rather come to see you. Just to do the right thing sometimes requires making choices and sacrifices. Isn't that your point?"

"..." Critical hit.

Harvey felt that something was not quite right about Batman, but he attributed the strange feeling to a series of ripple effects caused by Hercule's death.

"I know." He closed his eyes and faced the wind and said, not looking at the body on the ground - in fact, he had not looked at it seriously until now, he only confirmed the authenticity, "Let's cooperate, Batman."

"I thought we were companions all along."

Harvey said calmly: "I can't say, some things just happened."

When self-examination, he said that his heart was not in his tracks, and he just committed a crime. Even if others didn't know, how could he shamelessly pretend that nothing happened, go back to the prosecutor's seat and continue to be Gotham's Bright Knight? What's more, if others don't know, unless he does nothing, if future opponents use this matter as a reason to threaten him to surrender, will he still have the chance to refuse?

Furthermore, if the justice in his heart was not overturned, why did he just want to smash it on the murderer's head when holding the iron pipe?

The hand holding the coin was about to move.

Life or death, he gave everyone a chance.

——This world has flipped the other side of the coin and left no way for good people to survive.

Harvey gritted his teeth silently, suppressing the sour feeling that came to his eyes, and pretended to say: "After I catch the murderer, I will quit my job and go to a nursing home for a while. From now on, Gotham will be handed over to me. You and Jim."

It's a lie, and it doesn't matter whether Batman hears it or not.

He only hoped that the superhero, who was never merciless, could stand on his opposite side a little later, wait until he found an opportunity to kill the enemy and take revenge, and then conduct internal liquidation, just for... for Hercule.

"good."

Batman seemed to understand his plea and responded simply and accurately.

He clicked on the armor on his arm, and a virtual map popped up on his portable electronic device, which was dotted with dense red dots: "This is a record of criminal movements in various places today. We must first find the stronghold of the Court of Owls and the Joker."

**

In fact, where is the clown stronghold? The underground spring must not be exposed, and the detective didn't even tell Batman.

Just a park bench, a translator, and Hercule. Returning to his original nature, the newly minted super villain made several phone calls on the street, either threatening, wooing, tempting or persuading, and the city suddenly became turbulent on the eve of dawn.

However, four of them received calls not from the Joker, but messages from Hercule Hugo.

The four people are Jason Todd, Harleen Quinzel, Charlie Brown and Harvey Dent.

The detective treated them all equally and told them, 'When I hear this, it means that I am about to leave for a while for some reason.' If they have anything to do, they can write and leave a message, or find a way to contact Batman.