Superwoman went out of the warehouse window and went around the murderer's back to block the way out, while Su Ming peeked through the door of the warehouse to peek at what the dark shadow in the front hall was doing.As mentioned before, this building is supposed to be an abandoned store, so the front hall of the house is still very spacious, and after dozens of corpses are piled up, there is still plenty of room to move.The neon lights outside the window kept flashing, but the environment in the room seemed even darker, and a black shadow with a somewhat rickety figure was dragging a corpse and struggling to walk to the corpse pile in the corner.Only the sound of his heavy breathing could be heard in the darkness, and the victim today was a bit big, which made the act of removing the body somewhat difficult to complete.From entering the door of the store to the corner of the wall for a short distance of about ten meters, the black shadow also rested in the middle, he stopped to wipe his sweat with his arm, but he looked a little like a hard-working farmer.Coming to the pile of corpses, he looked at his previous work and was silent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.But a muffled sobbing sound could be heard from him, as if feeling sorry for the victims."
Ahh......hShowing an excessive attachment to a corpse is a typical schizophrenic disorder because it is an affective deformity.After a few tears, the black shadow regained his strength, grabbed the thighs of the corpse dragged behind him, and threw the obese victim to the top of the pile of corpses as best he could.Today's victim was a little naughty, his round body rolled down uncontrollably, and the internal organs in the dissected abdominal cavity also flowed out, making the black shadow inevitably busy again.He seemed to treat each corpse as a container, trying to hold their entrails without spilling them over, which inevitably covered him with blood and filth as he arranged them.Once the decoration was not completed, the black shadow rearranged the internal organs of the victim and came again, but the body rolled down again, and the black shadow could only endure his temper and do it again.The pile of corpses was too high, which made throwing corpses a kind of technical work, but when the fat man's corpse rolled to the ground again, the black shadow actually squatted down with his head in his hands, and let out an aggrieved cry: "Woo, why?
Why can't I do it?"
Diana and Deathstroke beside her exchanged glances, and gently put away her sword, because judging by the weakness of the shadow, she didn't need a weapon at all.......However, Hallie, who was still a little dazed, was much more energetic at this time, because she felt that the performance of the dark shadow was worth studying, knowing that depressed people are often more inclined to commit suicide than to kill, and this sneaky dark shadow is an interesting special case.Su Ming raised his hand to signal to start moving, Diana took off the noose around her waist, shook it a few times in her hand, and threw it at the person who was crying.The rope was like a living snake, and its golden light lit up in the darkness, and it was like a snake that flexibly wrapped around the other person's body, pulling it to the ground and unable to move.At the same time, Superwoman also appeared outside the gate at the same time, stuck at the door, blocking the other party's retreat.However, seeing the weak chicken-like performance of the black shadow, Kara tilted her head and shrugged at Deathbell, she felt that the plan seemed to be overly arranged, this person was not a superpowered criminal at all, he didn't even have the slightest ability to resist the lasso.But at this time, the tied figure did not panic, he looked down at the noose on his chest, and asked in a trembling voice, "Wonder Woman, is that you?"
As everyone's eyesight gradually adjusted to the golden light of the rope, and Deathstroke pulled out the camping lamp for lighting, everyone saw the captured murderer clearly, and the black curtain on his body seemed to fade at this time.He has green hair, a pale face, and wears a purple suit with long, pointy shoes.The body is a little rickety, probably caused by aging, the arms and legs are as thin as hemp rods, and the whole person seems to be able to be blown down by a gust of wind."
Joker?"
The moment they saw this person, Diana and Kara asked such questions at the same time, but Deathstroke and Harley were silent, one of them was pinching his chin and thinking, and the other was crouching down and tilting his head to look at the captive."
yes, I'm a clown, hee-hee......
No, I'm Nughgn, no, no, who am I?
Who am I?
Woo woo...
The two women's questions seemed to be the key words, and the man on the ground suddenly fell into a frenzy, first laughing, then crying, rolling around on the ground, the blood-stained purple suit was covered with dust at this time, and the pale paint face was full of pain.This man is not a clown.First of all, the age and physical state do not match, this person is too old, and the clown has a Dionysian factor in his body, he will not age as quickly as ordinary people, and he has a strong self-healing ability.Secondly, he is now bound by the noose of the truth, and what he says will be the truth, so he really doesn't know who he is.Then, his face was wrong, and although he also had green hair and a pale face, the wounds at the corners of his mouth were downward, showing a sad appearance of a crying face, just the opposite of the clown."
Hallie, it's not a clown, but he's an identity disorder, it's up to you.Su Ming waved his hand and signaled Xiao Jelly Bean to start psychological treatment now, this person's face has been burned by chemical agents, and he can't see his specific identity, but although his voice is a lot older, Su Ming is sure that he has heard it before, but he is not sure who it is."
It's not him, it's just that it's still unlucky, phew."
Harley spat to the side, she still didn't have a good face for people dressed like clowns, but she knew that she had to look at the big picture, so she walked out of the darkness a little listlessly, came to the captive and crouched down and began to talk, first pointing to her nose, "Do you know me?"
The man who stopped laughing looked up, he couldn't stop crying, and he tried his best to look at the woman in the red dress with tearful eyes, obviously he was using his willpower to fight his madness, and he also wanted to know who he was.After observing for a moment, he seemed to remember, the lower end of the bound arm, the white wilted fingers trembling and cocking: "Woo woo, suck....you're Harley Quinn, you...
Isn't it dead?"
Ah, in a sense, that I'm dead, but now isn't the time to say that, look into my eyes, listen to me, you're doing well, and then look at the door, do you still know that woman?
With a slight smile, Hallie got serious and raised her hand to Superwoman, a test to verify whether the patient responds to external stimuli and has the ability to make rational judgments, as well as to verify the level of memory and observation.In some ways, the condition of the laughing man is more severe and complex than the previous second generation of Rorschach, including schizophrenia, split personality, identity disorder, depression, and possibly pica and amnesia.But his symptoms are milder, except for his love of killing, he just can't recognize himself, there is no problem in communicating and talking, and he can recognize everyone.In view of the principle that love to kill is not a disease but a personal preference, Hallie has already judged that the willpower of the person who stops laughing is very strong, and it is not comparable to Reggie's crappy goods, so there is a rescue.She has a treatment idea, and it will take effect soon, it is still the same sentence, God helps the self-helper, a madman wants to recover, first of all, he himself wants to recover.