Hong Fei, a redditor in American comics

"Dr. Quinzel, you know, my life exists because of every moment I spend with you. What have you brought to me today?"

The unique voice and deep tone instantly woke Harleen up from her sleep.

She opened her eyes and found herself sitting in front of the clown. The other person's words made her want to frown, because such words did not seem to be suitable for the relationship between a doctor and a patient.

But her frown failed, and she felt like she was laughing.

Laughing uncontrollably.

The light passed through her eyes, and she looked at the man in front of her who had unusual eyes and expressions. His whole body was wrapped in restraints, and she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as she was about to speak, she found herself speaking uncontrollably again.

"A kitten..." As she said this, she took out a stuffed toy from her pocket, stretched out her hands and waved them in front of the clown as if to show off, while not sparing her warm eyes and beautiful smile.

"You are so considerate." As he spoke, the clown's expression and eyes did not fluctuate at all.

But Harleen felt that "she" was very happy.

The clown leaned forward: "Doctor, there is something I need you to do for me."

Harleen: "Yeah, anything will do."

At this moment, Harleen, who couldn't speak and could only watch, suddenly felt an inexplicable panic.

The clown said without any fluctuation in his tone: "I need a machine gun."

Harleen instinctively wanted to refuse, but her body was out of control at all. She found that her body was not the least bit surprising, and she just paused for a moment and asked, "A machine gun?"

The clown grinned.

Harleen was suddenly frightened.

The next second, her body nodded very honestly: "No problem."

bedroom.

Harleen suddenly sat up from the bed, half of her body was completely wet with cold sweat, her blond hair stuck to her forehead, revealing a pair of frightened eyes.

The mobile phone on the bedside lost all sound the moment she suddenly woke up.

Harleen sat on the bed and gasped. She put her head in her hands and looked at her hands in surprise after touching the watery sweat stains.

A gust of cool wind blew, and the sweat evaporated and took away her body temperature, making her shiver instinctively.

Turning around, I saw soft moonlight outside the window, and the breeze blew the gauze curtains.

She blinked her eyelids quickly and her breathing gradually calmed down.

After a while, she pulled back the quilt, revealing a pair of straight long legs at the hem of her pajamas.

When he turned around and looked around, he saw a wet human-shaped mark almost printed on the sheets.

I grabbed my phone and looked at it, only to realize that I had only slept for more than four hours, and it was still a long time before dawn.

She sighed helplessly, turned on the light, put on her slippers and held her forehead, walked out of the bedroom, poured a glass of water and drank it all, then went into the bathroom, then hugged the quilt back and lay down on the dry sofa.

This time, she didn't sleep for a long time, and there was no strange sound from her phone.

The next day, early morning.

Harleen yawned and went out. Before going downstairs, she patted her face gently, forcing herself to cheer up, and then showed a bright smile before stepping into the elevator.

On the way out of the dormitory to the main prison building, the warm sunshine warmed her whole body, but she couldn't help but think of the exaggerated dream last night.

While she was distracted, several calls directed at her were filtered by her brain. It wasn't until the sounds got closer and closer behind her ears that she finally woke up.

Looking back, a middle-aged blond white man was looking at her with worry on his face.

A smile immediately appeared on Harleen's face, and she said apologetically: "Sorry, Mr. Harvey, I was distracted just now."

"It's okay, Dr. Quinzel." Harvey shook his head to show that he didn't mind, but then he frowned and said straight to the point: "You still haven't carefully considered my suggestion."

Harleen was helpless after hearing this: "Mr. Harvey, this is not the first time you have told me about this matter, but I still have to reject your opinion because this research is really important, and..." Here, Harleen suddenly thought of last night's dream, and her brows couldn't help but frown slightly, but she soon returned to her natural state and continued, "And I believe that nothing will happen to me."

"I know you believe in your abilities, but I don't think you fully understand and understand the clown's madness. He is different from all of us, even everyone else in this madhouse. It is no exaggeration to say that he may be The most unique person in the world, he does have a unique crazy spirit, and no one who comes into contact with him will doubt this evaluation." Harvey spoke earnestly, tirelessly repeating what he had said many times before.

In the past, when faced with these remarks, Harleen would never be moved, but this time it was different. She could feel her heart beating suddenly and inexplicably.

However, a few seconds of hesitation finally allowed her pursuit of the research goal to outweigh the fear caused by a dream. She shook her head and said: "I'm afraid I still can't accept your suggestion. My treatment for him has already begun. I don’t want to give up halfway. Sorry, Mr. Harvey, I have to go. We’ll talk when we have time.”

Looking at Harleen's back, even though he knew this would be the result, Harvey couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.

As an excellent psychiatrist, it makes sense that Harleen Quinzel would be difficult to convince.

However, the Wayne Group should not be ignorant of the horror of clowns, so why do they insist on allocating funds to Harleen for research?If the Joker was really that easy to "cure", then he wouldn't be the Joker.Why do we have to take such chances?

Looking at the main building of the lunatic asylum, Harvey felt that even though the sun was shining brightly, the entire building was covered with a thick layer of black air.

new York.

Hong Fei got up at ten o'clock. Nearly eight hours of sleep allowed him to get rid of the fatigue of the previous few days, and his whole body returned to a state of energy.

While washing, he was also listening to Arthur's report.

After wiping the water stains on his face, he put down the towel and walked out of the bathroom, while saying, "You said Harvey went to find her? Harvey Dent?"

"Yes sir, Gotham City Prosecutor, known as Gotham's Bright Knight."

"That's not right."

"what?"

Hong Fei shook his head and said nothing.

Simply put: it's a joke.

Everything suddenly seems more complicated... and exciting!Gotham is more exciting like this!

Pressing down the inexplicable excitement in his heart, Hong Fei said again: "Didn't the sleep suggestion test just start a few days ago? Are you sure it took effect last night?"

"Sir, the testing scope is global. I can test a large number of people 24 hours a day, and the results are very reliable."

"How did you know the result?"

"Observe their reactions after waking up. Many people will also write diaries, and many people have the habit of wearing heart rate detection devices. There will not be too much error in the final summary and analysis."

"It's amazing, you're almost ready for telepathy."

"Sir, that's completely different..."

"Stop talking, I know, I'm just sighing. Keep up the good work, and when she shows a very strong reaction, we will give her the next dose of strong medicine."

"Okay, sir. But I have to remind you that if you do not provide timely guidance but continue to increase the stimulation, there is a 95% or more probability that it will have a great impact on her spirit, and it is very likely to lead to schizophrenia, or the current His temperament suddenly changed."

Hong Fei grinned: "Your idea is very scientifically based, but I think that counseling will only delay but not cure the root cause. Her talent and potential are like this. She is still her after the change. It is different in the eyes of others, but she herself She knows better than anyone else. So in the end, she will repeat the same plot routine as the current one, which is a waste of time. The best choice is for me to take the initiative to push her. But you reminded me very well, and I suddenly feel more confident."

Arthur didn't continue to speak. It seemed that he didn't understand why Hong Fei spoke like this, but the final result after thinking about it was probably the same as Harleen's judgment.

Someone who has no self-awareness in this regard turns around and starts thinking about other things.

Someone once said such a sentence.

I'm not in the mood to listen to their bullshit romantic love stories now. I just want to make money. What's the use of just envying others?We have to take action ourselves and become richer than them!

Hong Fei was convinced.

If it weren't for his money, Bruce Wayne would be wandering the streets now after losing his parents in a ghost place like Gotham. His IQ might make him a street hero or even a dark villain, but it would be difficult for him to become what people are today. See Batman.

If he hadn't been rich, how could Lex Luthor have the confidence to cause trouble with Superman and Batman, or even engineer a fight between them?If he doesn't have money, he won't have time to think about those bullshit philosophical questions about God. He should be working hard to be a social animal. If he doesn't lose his mind, he might be able to start a business and launch a must-die.

Superman's Martha couldn't even save her house.

Money will only make you feel less important after it exceeds a certain number, and this number is probably something that [-]% or even more than [-]% of people will not reach in their lifetime.

So don't listen to some people's farts.

You must work hard to make money!

Of course, you must make money legally.

Hong Fei now has two choices, both of which he has done before and has certain experience.

One, banks.

Whether you are robbing banknotes directly or robbing gold, banks are the best choice.

Second, the Metropolitan Museum.

As we all know, gold in troubled times and antiques in prosperous times. Although this world is a bit chaotic, it is still a "prosperous age" on the surface.A well-known antique may be exchanged for ten or a hundred times its weight or volume in gold, or even more.

From a cost-effective perspective, a museum is more suitable.

However, there must be corresponding channels to sell the stolen goods. Hong Fei is not afraid of someone taking advantage of others, but doing so will inevitably leave many traces. Those smart people may follow and find many clues that even he himself cannot notice. This is its biggest drawback.

In terms of difficulty, banks are relatively simple.

Money and gold are both easier to sell and more difficult to investigate.And banks are not the only ones with these things. Some of the items in their custody include valuables such as diamonds or bonds.

No matter which path you choose, you must make careful arrangements and plans, otherwise you will rush in if you don't save everything, and you will be caught on the spot.

And there isn't much time left for him.

Hong Fei couldn't help but sigh.

It's not easy to make money.