Chapter 1586 The King of Mental Illness

Although Jiang Hao's performance and words are very touching, this may not make a normal woman, especially a woman who is extremely wary of you, willing to open her arms and embrace a man, and a very vicious man.

The reason why Jiang Hao asked Harley to give him a hug was because he wanted to test one thing, that is, whether Harley was mentally ill.

In the information introducing Harley Quinn, he found that someone mentioned that Harley Quinn may also have mental illness, which is a mental illness called "pathological interdependence syndrome". The characteristic of this mental illness is "taking the happiness of others as one's own responsibility". '.

The manifestation of this disease is that some normal emotions such as pity, pain, anger, sadness, etc. are particularly intense for them, so they are often in a mental state of anxiety, irrationality, and emotional imbalance.

Such people feel they have a mission and believe that they should make the people around them happy. If they cannot do this, they feel that they are not good.

Of course, in many cases this mentality only targets specific groups of people.

Through this small experiment of hugging, Jiang Hao has determined that Harley Quinn may indeed have this kind of psychological problem. It turns out that the rumor that "everyone in Arkham Asylum, from doctors to patients, is sick" seems to be true. .

Jiang Hao stood up, his face became extremely calm, and changed from his previous fragility. This made Harley stunned and even a little at a loss.

"Okay, that's it for today." Jiang Hao said in a cold tone.

For some reason, Harley felt empty in her heart and forced a smile, "Then I'll ask the security guard to take you back. We'll talk next time."

Jiang Hao didn't look at her, his expression cold and unchanged.

One of the magic weapons used by scumbag men to pick up girls is to show their charm, hot and cold, making women unpredictable.

After leaving the conversation room, Harley returned to her office. When a female colleague saw her coming back, she immediately came over and asked curiously: "Harley, how was your meeting with that clown? Did he go crazy?"

Harley heard her colleagues say this about the Joker, and she felt a little unhappy for some reason. They all thought the Joker was a lunatic and a devil. Everyone hated him and feared him, but no one had ever really understood him.

"Fortunately, he didn't go crazy and we had a good chat." Harley replied politely.

"Really? He can actually chat quietly. Harley, don't be deceived by him. He is the most dangerous existence in this mental hospital. I think your idea of ​​treating him is too unrealistic. He should be directly The punishment is electrocution," the female colleague kept saying.

Harley became increasingly irritable and stood up to pack her things, "I have to get off work. Goodbye."

She walked out of the office building and drove away from Arkham Asylum. The mental hospital was on the outskirts of Gotham City. She drove half an hour back to her home and flopped down on her bed. Along the way, her mind was filled with scenes of contact with the Joker. Now, Still is.

What's wrong with you?

Harley rushed into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and took a shower. After the shower, she felt better. But at night, in her dream, she dreamed of the clown again, and his melancholy eyes made her heart beat faster involuntarily.

In the end, she woke up from her dream, not because she was scared to see the clown, but because her heartbeat was too fast and her breathing was short.

The next day.

Harley applied to see the Joker again, and this time she asked not to be in that cold meeting room.

The cold lights, cold walls, and cold iron chairs and tables made her feel that it was not a treatment, but an interrogation.

She was not feeling well, so how could the clown feel comfortable?

She asked to be in a normal treatment room, one with soft recliners. The director frowned a little at Harley's request, "You know, the clown is very dangerous. I'm afraid he will hurt you."

"I contacted him yesterday, and I didn't think he could. In fact, he can communicate normally. We agreed to be friends," Harley said.

The director looked in disbelief, "Friend, you and the clown?"

"Why, can't you? My college tutor once taught me that I should try to make friends with the other person, so that I can truly understand his heart, which will help with treatment." Harley said.

"But that was with a normal patient. He was a clown." The director said.

"I think it's okay."

The director had no choice but to spread his hands and said, "If you insist, I can approve it, but you need to sign a disclaimer. If you are hurt by a clown, the hospital will not be responsible."

"No problem." Harley agreed readily.

Jiang Hao was taken to the treatment room and lay on a comfortable leather recliner. He looked around at the furnishings. This was a normal treatment room, much better than yesterday's conversation room.

Harleen was wearing an OL skirt, a doctor's white coat, a folder in her hand, and black-framed ponytail glasses. She smiled at Jiang Hao and sat on the seat next to Jiang Hao.

This moment reminded Jiang Hao of the scene where Chen Yongren received treatment from a female psychiatrist. By the way, in that movie, did Chen Yongren and the female doctor do anything?

"Isn't it much more comfortable than where it was yesterday? I specially applied for it." Harley said to Jiang Hao with a smile.

Jiang Hao moved the corset on his body, "It would be better without them."

Harley said helplessly: "I mentioned it, but they definitely don't agree, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Jiang Hao raised his eyebrows, "I understand."

"How did you sleep last night?" Harley started.

"Can I say something bad?" Jiang Hao said.

Harley was stunned. She felt that the man in front of her had never given a conventional answer.

"why not?"

"The 10-square-meter single room was cold and lonely. The faucet was broken and water kept dripping all night long."

"Did you stay up all night?"

"Yes, I didn't sleep. I always felt like someone cut my wrist and it was bleeding."

"How about you sleep here for a while."

"Can you tell me your story? I think it will help you sleep." Jiang Hao said.

After hesitating for a moment, Hallie started telling stories about her childhood, her friends, playmates, girlfriends and classmates, elementary school, middle school and college.

Jiang Hao didn't speak, he seemed to be listening with his eyes closed, and seemed to be asleep again. Harley kept talking, getting more and more excited as she talked, and many things she had never said to others before were said here.

When she finally finished speaking, she felt very comfortable and often breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you asleep?" Harley asked quietly.

Jiang Hao closed his eyes and replied: "No, I have been listening."

Harry was quiet for a moment and suddenly smiled, "My psychology teacher said that the best way to treat mental illness is to talk. We have done exercises, but I have never really told others everything I want to say. Today I said what I was thinking without restraint, and I felt so comfortable. It turned out that the teacher was right. "

Ha Li didn't realize that her and Jiang Hao's characters had quietly attacked and defended different positions.

The third day.

When Ha Li treated Jiang Hao again, the two were already talking and laughing. Ha Li told Jiang Hao some interesting things outside now, while Jiang Hao told Hao Hao some interesting jokes, making Ha Li laugh.

In the process, the two became more and more familiar with each other, and Harley became less and less wary of Jiang Hao. But on this day, Jiang Hao did another scumbag behavior.

He used the 'Charm Burst' skill on Harley. Occasionally, when the two of them looked at each other, Harley would feel numbness in her body, hot ears and heartbeat, and she had to cover it up quickly, push up her glasses, or push her hair around her ears.

"Don't move!" Jiang Hao said softly.

Harley was stunned for a moment, "What's wrong?"

"Why are you dressed like this, with a single ponytail and black-rimmed glasses? In fact, if you take off your glasses and untie your hair, you will look very good."

Jiang Hao said, reaching out and taking off the glasses from Harley's face, grabbing the headband and tugging gently, Harley's brown hair immediately fell down.

"She's much prettier now." Jiang Hao nodded.

Harley was shocked, "Aren't you wearing a corset? How did your hands come out?"

A smile appeared on Jiang Hao's lips, and his hands retracted the corset, "To be honest with you, this kind of thing can't trap me at all. The reason why I'm still wearing it is just to make you feel at ease."

Harley looked at Jiang Hao and felt that the man in front of her was really considerate. He actually cared about her own feelings and kept letting herself suffer in order to avoid worrying about herself.

Harley returned home and made a simple dinner. After lying on the bed, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. All she could think about was the clown.

She felt like she was in love.

Yes, she is hopelessly in love with the clown. She knows that this is dangerous and incredible, but she understands her feelings very well and cannot control it.

"Oh my god, this is crazy!"

Harley covered her face with the quilt.

in dream,

She saw the clown again. After a long time, Harley woke up, gasping for breath, then felt something and ran into the bathroom.

The next day, she came to the lunatic asylum. She couldn't wait to see the clown again and asked someone to arrange a treatment room. However, it didn't take long. Harley got a reply from the staff and the clown said that he would not be treated today.

Harley was stunned, "Why not treat it?"

The staff member curled his lips and said, "He is a clown, who knows what he wants to do." After that, he turned and left.

Harley spent this day in a trance. She felt like an abandoned pet dog without its owner.

In the restaurant of the mental hospital, people were having lunch and queuing up for meals. The clown came over with a plate. Many people quietly moved away when they saw him. After eating, Jiang Hao brought the plate to his usual seat. This is his exclusive seat. , but no one dared to sit next to him.

In Gotham City, he is the king of the underground. In Blackgate Prison, he is also the king. At Arkham Asylum, he is still the king of psychosis. Although there are many ruthless people and even mutants imprisoned here, no one wants to mess with them. clown.

After dinner, you have two hours of free time. This place is similar to a prison. In the lounge, everyone is having fun. They have different ways of having fun. Some are watching TV, some are playing cards, and some are... Hit someone.

"Bang~!"

A weak-looking guy was punched into the corner by a strong man, and blood spurted out from his nose. This was not over yet. The strong man went up to the weak-looking guy and continued to beat him, so hard that Jiang Hao even heard the sound of bones breaking.

The guy who was beaten didn't resist or call for help, he just endured it silently. Finally, the wimp collapsed on the ground after being beaten. The beater seemed to be tired, so he stopped the game, but others acted like they were used to it. .

Jiang Hao walked over and squatted in front of the mud, "Why did you come in?"

This guy was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He tried to open his eyes and saw that it was the clown. He was obviously startled, and then said: "It was because of self-inflicted harm and harm to the police."

"Do you have the ability to recover yourself?" Jiang Hao saw this from the guy's performance.

"Yes, I ate an octopus once, and I got this ability. I am not afraid of being beaten or injured. I won't die from serious injuries. I can recover in two or three days, but it's useless. I am still very poor." The coward sighed.

"There is no useless person in this world, believe me!"

"By the way, why did that guy hit you just now?" Jiang Hao asked again.

"His name is Iron Fist. He was a mercenary before. He always said that might is right. He likes to beat people. Anyway, I am not afraid of being beaten, so I let him beat me." The coward grinned.

Damn, so cheap.