Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

This is the first sound in Hong Fei's mind after seeing Harlem's judgment.

Hong Fei felt very empathetic.

For example, when he breaks someone's bones or stabs the other person's eyes with a knife, he can probably imagine the pain for the other person.

Therefore, although I killed him, he soon died without all consciousness, and I, a living person, felt pain when I looked at his body.

Isn't this empathy?

Outrageous.

"Dr. Harlem, are you sure this result is correct?"

"Of course." Harlem was very confident.

"but……"

Harlem interrupted with a smile: "Mr. Hong, you don't need to feel nervous or have other uncomfortable emotions. This is actually not a very serious problem. You should know that many people in this world have more or less psychological problems, but they have never communicated with professional psychological counselors, so they don't know that they have some symptoms. But overall, the appearance of symptoms does not mean that serious consequences will occur, otherwise the world would have changed a long time ago. Are you right?"

Hong Fei looked at her face, especially her pair of smart and spiritual eyes under the black framed lenses. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said, "Okay, what you said may really make sense."

You are right, but that doesn't mean I admit that I have a problem. I just want to have a reasonable way to get close to you, that's all...

Harlem chuckled silently, reached out to take down the paper at the top of the folder and handed it to Hong Fei: "There is a consultation schedule I have set for you on the back. Please take a look now. If there are any modifications, we will adjust it in time. You are a policeman and have a fixed working time. After I go to Arkham, I will have a lot of freedom in time, so I can flexibly adjust your schedule."

Hong Fei took it and took a look. After modifying several dates and times, the two quickly set a specific time schedule.

As he got up, Harlem took him to the door, and his words and actions showed unusual care.

If her eyes don't look like children and toys, owners and pets, scientists and research materials, then Hong Fei might thank her from the bottom of his heart.

"See you in three days!" Harlem stood at the door and waved, looking a little reluctant.

Hong Fei nodded reluctantly with a smile, turned around and walked into the elevator.

After leaving the building, Hong Fei quickly said: "From now on, monitor her every move, and invade Arkham and Black Gate Prison, you must be more careful this time. Bruce Wayne is also a genius, even more terrifying, don't be noticed, and don't leave traces. Otherwise, you are likely to be arrested by him, and the trouble will be great at that time."

"Get it. Sir, I need more servers."

"I understand, I will make arrangements for you as soon as possible. In addition, do you have any way to influence her mental state indirectly, based on your current abilities?"

After three seconds of pause, Arthur said: "I can turn on nearby audio devices after she falls asleep to make sounds that won't wake her up but can stimulate her brain, and convey some suggestive words to her."

“How is the effect?”

"I don't know, but I can do relevant tests somewhere else first."

“Test now.”

"Okay, sir, what is the direction of the hint?"

"Well, let's whisper this."

After a moment, Hong Fei sat in the waiting hall and whispered: "Arthur, what are the words you didn't finish me just now?"

"Sir, what I want to say is that the question I designed for you is not just a disguise. Although the answer to the question comes from the Internet, the specific analysis is yourself. I just re-compiled the statement in a way that will not make you feel resisted."

"Um?"

"Sir, that's what you are doing."

Boss Cao, come back.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"Are you kidding me? I'm very empathetic."

"Sir, you don't have to deceive yourself."

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense."

"Sir, excessive resistance does not change the results."

"You...I still think it's not right. I really have empathy, but I occasionally give up this mentality. You know, those who achieve great things are not focused on small matters, only by giving up can they gain. Sometimes, in order to get something, they must give up other things."

Arthur paused and said, "Sir, I understand what you mean, but it should be a suppression of your instincts, instincts, or psychological, and personality traits that cannot be given up. If there is empathy that can be given up on its own initiative, then it is not empathy in nature, at least not empathy defined by human social values. On the contrary, it is more like a disguise, or a patch that is deliberately left for you out of subconscious needs."

Arthur said a little too much, and Hong Fei thought about it very carefully and meticulously.

If my "empathy" that requires quotes is just a disguise or dispensable patch, what is the meaning of its existence?

As Master Hong and Dragon King, can’t I even understand my subconscious mind?

After a long time, he walked and said, "So you mean, do I have a problem?"

"Yes, sir. But I think the set of conditions that constitute this problem are not enough to organize the elements and meanings of 'disease' in your body. Because from a physiological perspective, you are no longer human. The genetic difference between you and humans is greater than that of humans and bananas. The most similar part is that you still have the appearance of a human, but you can already be unhuman at any time before."

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"...I understand your metaphor. I've said it very well. Don't talk about it next time."

"OK."

Hong Fei walked slowly with his hands in his pockets, thought for a while and suddenly said, "Arthur, put aside your artificial intelligence identity for the time being and put it into the perspective of human beings. Do you think I have any problems?"

"Sir, if you analyze your specific situation simply as a human being, then you are indeed sick, and Dr. Harlem Quizel's judgment is correct."

Compared to the doctor who is a professional doctor, Hong Fei is more willing to believe in Arthur, because although it is just a backup, all data comes from the ontology of another universe at this moment, which means it is equivalent to accompanying Hong Fei for a long time and being familiar with the behavioral habits and psychological motivations of himself and his many subordinates.

As a result, it's better not to ask.

"Oh... I understand, you paramecium."

...

Central City, located in Missouri, central America, is famous for the existence of lightning wave y.

As of now, the Flash is no longer a secret. But most people don’t know that he is Barry Allen, a forensic scientist in the Central City Police Department’s identification department.

This identity can be said to be a colleague of Master Hong, and it is unknown whether he can cooperate in the future.

There is a big river on the edge of the central city, and across the river is another city: Wedgestone City. Wedgestone City is the hometown of the first Flash Jay Garrick.

In addition, the Central City has one of DC's best universities in the world, "Central City University", as well as the Central City Medical College, and even the Star Laboratory also has branches here.

In the evening, Hong Fei came to the central city.

Following Arthur's prompt, when night fell, he came to a low old building area in the city and saw the last target of the trip on the street.

Boomerang Captain: George Digger Harkness.

His various boomerang skills are not the main factor that attracts Hong Fei. The reason he is looking for him is to realize Master Hong's beautiful wish to make money with his own hands.

He is a very professional thief and robber, and he specializes in attacking banks.

If he attacks a single individual target, Hong Fei will feel uncomfortable for the other party.

Assuming the goal is switched to a bank, then as a non-independent entity, it will not cry or scream, and it will be more emotionally acceptable.

Who dares to say that I lack empathy?

Hackness is a more direct criminal and villain than the others. He has no bondage with his daughter, no guilty confession, and no obsession with his own goal.

He is a bad guy who simply likes stealing and robbery and makes a living by the way. At most, he also likes pink unicorns. Is that wrong? Is it illegal for a strong man to like pink unicorns?

Officer Hong: That’s right! It’s not illegal!

Hong Fei has always liked this kind of bad guy.

Because they have desires and desire to satisfy that desire, unlike some superheroes who have no desires or simply have some outrageous ideals, that really makes people have nowhere to talk.

Hackness looks very rough, with a beard of more than one centimeter long covering the lower half of her cheeks, and some strange impurities and debris were mixed in the middle of her beard. Her slightly curly hair was curled into pieces, and her mouth was clattering with cigarettes, making her eyes squint.

He held a beer in his right hand and a cell phone in his left hand, only looking at the screen, not caring about the way he looked.

When the people coming to him saw him, they would always choose to take the initiative to avoid him.

No one wants to get into a messy and rough old man.

Arthur: "There is his residence ahead."

Hong Fei nodded, put on his armor, and took advantage of the night to quickly intersperse, and followed Hackness upstairs quietly.

A second before the other party was about to close the door, Hong Fei rushed forward quickly, raised his leg and kicked the door open.

Hackness behind him was knocked out and fell on the sofa, but the beer in his hand fell to pieces on the ground.

Enter the house and close the door.

Hong Fei was about to speak, but Harkness quickly grabbed a boomerang with a sharp blade from the table.

call out!

Hong Fei stretched out his hand and steadily caught it. The sharp blade naturally could not break through the defense of the vibrator armor.

Throwing his backhand, the boomerang penetrated into the side of Hanix's cheek, and cutting off a strand of his hair.

The rough man was shocked, but did not give up on resisting.

He took out his rifle directly from the sofa with his backhand, and his body rolled on the ground to the floor. The glass debris on the ground made him groan in the stinging pain, but the movements in his hand did not stop. He put his fingers on the trigger early, and his other hand directly pulled the bolt, showing amazing proficiency in a short period of time.

Hong Fei can ignore the bullets, but he does not want to attract some uninvited guests due to the gunfire.
To be continued...