204. Extra Return (End)

After some puzzling inspections, Batman finally determined that Hercule had not turned into a lunatic like Rechaugu, nor had some extraterrestrial creature disguised as a detective been stuffed into his body.

The glass door in the Batcave, which is said to be able to withstand Jarlo's full blow and is called the display cabinet, is actually a shelter. It was finally opened after a series of complicated verifications. What is subtle is that when Hercule walked out, he The starfish next to him not only did not take the opportunity to escape, but also breathed a sigh of relief visibly.

Maybe after being locked up for a while, Canluo will be happy that the detective is resurrected and that he doesn't have to be neighbors with him.

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Hercule thanks Batman and asks for his coat back.

Batman refused: "Not for the time being. It now seals the 'unbelief' that makes up your body. Taking it off may cause irreparable consequences."

But it seemed outrageous to button up people's clothes, so Batman promised that he would deal with this pile of negative forces as soon as possible, or find a substitute for the paradise on earth.

Hercule: "Have you ever tried dismemberment?"

"..."

Batman began to suspect that the check just now failed, and that the detective still had mental problems in the process of returning to the world. However, Hercule quickly added seriously: "In the past, whenever I suffered an attack that was enough to kill me," The power of unbelief will be weakened as it bites back at the attacker, until it can no longer accommodate my thoughts - perhaps it will still maintain similar characteristics after I leave."

Batman didn't respond for a moment, and Hercule continued: "If you find it difficult to make this attempt, I can do it myself."

He was quite curious about what it would be like to attack a corpse that looked exactly like him after getting rid of the influence of 'unbelief'.

Batman: "..."

He pulled the testing instrument next to him: "We'll talk about this later. I need to verify it again."

As a result, it took a long time for Hercule to go to Wayne Manor to shower and change clothes. His body will not rot, and wounds can heal slowly and automatically. It looks like a human, but is actually composed of some kind of nanorobot that cannot be detected by current earth technology. Fortunately, the functions of each tissue and limb can be said to be perfectly imitated. Normal people, not even Hercule himself, would be able to tell the difference.

This reminded him of Argos's body. Although it was artificial, it had metabolism and could grow old over time. Many employees of Tianqi Company lived and ate with him when carrying out large-scale engineering projects, but they never discovered that the boss's identity was an AI.

Speaking of which, the Joker never said where he got Hercule's body. At first Hercule thought there was something wrong with Morgan, but the bodies Morgan made for Hercule and used in the past ten years were also called disposables, which meant that in addition to their delicate appearance ( In order to win people's trust), the inside is completely a shoddy product designed to save money and be mass-produced.

It's not like Morgan can't create a shell like Argos.

But Hercule had made it clear that he had no use for it, so why should she do such a waste of time and energy?

But if it is said that the Joker was deceived from the Apocalypse Company, it also seems that Argos's brain circuit has a peculiar strangeness unique to the villains in the American comic universe.

Regardless, Hercule is willing to give this body five stars for his short-term experience. After he had packed himself up, he thought of another question: "Where is Hibida?"

"It finally appeared on the ruins of the pyramids in Egypt." Batman said, "Morgan and Superman left a letter explaining your situation. No one expected you to come back so soon."

In other words, the Yuan Devouring Beast is temporarily missing. But Hercule had a feeling: Hibida was not far away.

It has been lingering around Hercule, possibly even in Gotham, but has not shown up for some unknown reason.

This little suspicion made Hercule maintain a thoughtful expression. Batman continued: "I have an invitation to your funeral."

Hercule asked subconsciously: "Sorry, who died?"

"You." Batman's expression didn't change at all when he said this. "After you woke up, the funeral was postponed and moved from today to tomorrow. If you can't go tomorrow, it can be moved to the day after tomorrow. The location is in Florida."

"..."

Hercule looked at Batman in confusion, and Batman looked back indifferently. A few seconds later, Hercule said to Alfred: "Is the machine that checked me still there? I think Mr. Wayne seems to have Not quite sober."

**

Hercule boarded a plane to Orlando that night, with the main theme of "Idleness is idle anyway." On the way, he used WIFI to sort out his mailbox. His mobile phone was a newly purchased smart phone, and his mobile phone card was also newly replaced. The one with flip-up buttons that was resistant to falling was taken away by Hibida.

After replying to the inquiry emails from different people one by one, Hercule quickly received an enthusiastic response from Disney. He was shocked by the joy that overflowed the screen, and he felt as if he had been hidden in the snow for ten years (ten days? ) Mickey Mouse finally made a comeback. After chatting with the other party for a while to confirm the next meeting date, he put down his phone and went to the bathroom.

On the way back, I heard several flight attendants chatting:

"Has the problem of the wrong weight of the plane during takeoff still not been solved?"

Another person replied: "I can't find it out. The instruments showed that everything was normal. Only the captain said that she felt something was not right when she took off the ground, as if there was a heavy object hanging outside, but she herself said that after a while. The heaviness of falling disappeared, maybe it was an illusion.”

"I heard that the captain is very experienced. He has been flying airplanes for more than ten years?"

"That's true, so it makes everyone a little uneasy..."

Hercule came out of the bathroom without disturbing them, and passed between the seats on both sides to return to his seat. There was a porthole across a chair to his left. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the white clouds were like snow-capped mountains below. From his angle, he could see most of the wing. Of course, there were no heavy objects or cats on it.

So what the captain felt based on his experience was Hibida jumping onto the plane at high speed?

But until he got off the plane and drove to downtown Orlando, the question was still not resolved.

A downtown hotel has been taken over by superheroes. Most of them have two identities, and the remaining few have made some disguises, so their identities have not been exposed for the time being. There is nothing special except that there are so many people that they look like a team building of a large company. When Hercule told the front desk that they were staying on the same floor, the receptionist was not surprised. He just said with emotion: "There are so many people in your company!"

Thinking of the golden age of super heroes that Morgan talked about, Hercule said seriously: "There will be more in the future."

After arriving on the floor where the room was located, he chatted a few words with a few superheroes who had not yet rested and heard the sound and walked out of the door. As the deceased himself, he was surrounded and watched for a while, and then it was soon dinner time. Not counting the afternoon tea at Wayne Manor, this was the first meal Hercule enjoyed after being reborn. He studied Google Maps carefully for a long time and finally chose a pet-friendly restaurant.

Putting aside the quality of the food, it was full of owners bringing their cats and dogs to eat. It was rare for Hercule to come alone. Among them, dogs account for the largest proportion of the most popular pets. Hercule felt his brain nerves trembling when he queued up to order food. But he finally managed to break free from the plush surroundings and chose an outdoor corner where there were no dogs to place his dinner plate.

There were two set meals in total. The dining table was for two people, but there was no one sitting across from him.

After observing, the bystanders felt that they understood something, and they all cast sympathetic glances.

It is worth mentioning that after Hercule got rid of the influence of 'unbelief', he would no longer be regarded as an Arkham fugitive for the first time. His charm points have returned to normal levels, and with the blessing of expensive clothes provided by Mr. Wayne, he looks polite and personable, and he seems to have been let down by his date.

So today, almost sixty years after time travel... Hercule received the first phone number in his life.

He didn't react at all and thought he had met his client. After questioning for a long time, he found out that he was not here to report a crime or find a lost pet.

It feels like life has entered a new era.

Hercule forked a piece of steak solemnly.

But unfortunately, he still has no feeling in his right hand. Perhaps it is because the cranial nerve has been irreversibly damaged, resulting in poor contact with the right side of the body.

After finishing the meal, the food on the plate opposite the detective had cooled down, but the person he was waiting for still hadn't appeared. The young man, who was wearing a hat to cover his overly obvious black and gray hair that looked like highlights, had a slightly regretful expression on his face, but without saying anything else, he put down his knife and fork and left the restaurant without any regrets.

Less than a minute after he left, before the waiter even had time to clear the table, a dark shadow sneaked onto the chair and took the steak away while others were not paying attention.

Then chips, tacos, salad, salad dressing…

Just ten seconds passed, and no one noticed that the remaining food on this table disappeared.

The black cat licked the fur around its mouth and jumped to the ground, then slipped silently into the grass and followed Hercule's footsteps into the distance.

**

The weather was overcast on the second day, and there was a little rain in the suburbs, but it was not serious. Instead, it highlighted a certain gloomy atmosphere that was very suitable for a funeral.

After "Idle is idle", Hercule followed the army to the cemetery in the spirit of "come and come". This time the private cemetery was even bigger than the last time in New York. There was actually a general... The empty coffin is transported from the mourning hall to the hearse in front of the tombstone. A shrub lift was set up next to the tomb, and there was a circle of armchairs around it.

Hercule: "..."

If the lid of the coffin suddenly burst open at this moment and a second Hercule Hugo jumped out, the funeral would turn into a horror story.

Fortunately, this did not happen, and the funeral was carried out in a solemn and lively atmosphere. It could be seen that everyone was as solemn as possible. When Tony drove the coffin to the tombstone, sad music echoed in the air, but no one laughed out loud. After the hearse stopped, the music paused, Tony rolled down the window and asked:

"What's next?"

Someone started to say: "Read the eulogy."

Hercule turned around and found Harvey Dent standing there in a suit and tie. His face was expressionless, and he looked slightly haggard, but it was not sadness, but the kind of malaise typical of a working man after working overtime for two weeks. Without looking at Hercule, he pressed his temples and said, "But I don't remember who was assigned the task of writing the eulogy."

After a while, someone asked: "Have we arranged this step?"

"..."

Forgot! !

The forced solemnity of the scene was immediately broken. Everyone looked at Hercule awkwardly and apologized to him in a low voice from close to him. As a deceased person, Hercule felt that he had no right to complain since everyone was dead, so he replied "It doesn't matter" to each of them in a good-tempered manner, and finally concluded: "I hope that your experience in holding funerals will never be enriched."

He was so easy to talk to, and the super heroes suddenly felt even more guilty. They discussed whether to recommend someone to speak a few words to advance the process. But as we all know, eulogies are used to recall the life of the deceased. It seemed that there was no one more suitable for this work than the deceased himself, so the discussion went back and forth. The result of the discussion was that Hercule held a blank piece of paper. Standing in front of his tombstone, he looked at each other with his 'life' friends who were sitting in a circle in front of him as if they were attending a storytelling party.

"..."

No, do you even have to host the funeral in person?

Hercule silently held up the black umbrella and the white paper and looked into the distance. For a moment, he saw a pair of black cat ears growing out of the bushes in the garden in front of him. Further forward, Harvey folded his arms and remained silent, while Batman sat next to him. Superman and Captain America, who had come to learn more, were immersed in whispering something. Black Widow was smiling, and Oliver Putnam was immersed in shorthand. Agent Wen kept clearing his throat. Morgan and her young father had the same serious expression mixed with schadenfreude. The difference was that the father gave Hercule a thumbs up under the stool...

Hercule suddenly had a clear understanding: This is reality, this is life.

So he folded the white paper in his hand with one hand and simply said: "I won't go into details since I want to thank you."

"I'm just happy to be back alive."

There was a relatively long pause after he finished speaking, and then someone whistled, followed by applause. While applauding, people took turns coming up to pat Hercule on the shoulder or give him a brief hug, and said : "Welcome back, detective."

"welcome."

"Remember to say hello in advance next time you come alive."

"Will there be a funeral?"

Hercule: "Well, that's not necessary."

"But I heard from Batman that you died seven times, so you can still make up for five more times?"

——Thank you, but it’s really not necessary.

"This can be kept as a reserved item for alliance team building. When we don't know what to do when we meet, we can choose a cemetery for the detective."

That's almost it, the dead are still listening!

Hercule had to interrupt them: "Ladies and gentlemen, let's put my coffin into the cemetery first and then talk about the next funeral. Speaking of which, who should be responsible for operating the coffin lift?"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

A bad premonition suddenly arose in Hercule's heart. He looked around at everyone and asked again in a very oppressive manner: "Excuse me, who knows how to use the coffin elevator?"

Complete silence.

After the bustle ended, the funeral returned to its proper appearance.

——It’s hard not to suspect that you all did it on purpose.

Five minutes later, when Hercule was flipping through the elevator operating instructions on Google and trying to put his coffin upright into the cemetery, the trance and emotion of returning to the world had long since disappeared, and he even had the urge to go to the bushes. The urge to pull out the troubled Hibida and let her hang the coffin with its tentacles. :,,.