Gotham's nights are unique.

Its street lights seem to be dimmer than any other city. The air seems to be always wet, the source of mixed smells is intertwined, and the sky seems to be covered with a layer of mist forever, making people unable to see it clearly.

There are only two types of people living in Gotham.

Rich and poor.

The rich make rules, play with them, and break them.

The poor can only passively adapt to the rules, just like struggling in the deep quagmire. Once they give up, they will have a dead end.

But as we all know, the rich are always the minority.

The struggle of the poor is to work hard to endure exploitation and earn wages to live, and to join the gang and exploit similar people in a more direct way.

Those who are both exploited and put on a layer of legal skin are called group companies, and those who tear open the legal skin and walk naked are called gangs.

...

Arkham Asylum...

To this day, the function of the mental hospital when it was originally established has been reduced, and it is more of a prison to imprison some extremely crazy criminals.

Many psychiatrists are unwilling to continue working in Arkham, and the Wayne Group can only leave some people if it provides high salaries.

Harlem Quizel is an outlier. She did not ask Wayne Group for high personal compensation. All she needed is targeted project research funds to study her connections and treatments about "deficiency of empathy" and crazy criminals.

Hong Fei believes that this is unnecessary.

Rather than wasting resources on those people, it is better to use them to relieve the pressure brought by life for those damaged and hurt cities and poor people.

Standing beside Harlem's bed, Hong Fei didn't reveal any breath.

The white window screen floated slightly, and the breeze poured into the room with a cool breath. When it brushed across his cheeks, Harlem's frown brows would always calm down a little.

Hong Fei stretched out his hand, and the nano armor wrapped in his index finger contracted backwards, and his fingertips fell on Harlem's eyebrows.

The power of the mind is activated.

In an instant, Hong Fei entered Harlem's consciousness space, which was also the dream she was in progress at this time.

The dream is very monotonous, with only a gray house with a square table in it, and Harlem sat alone on the side.

There were two people sitting opposite her, both wrapped in clothes and clothes.

A man with green hair and no normal aura in his expression.

Another strange thing is that there is a police uniform under the restraint clothes, looking righteous.

The former is a clown; the latter is Hong Fei himself.

The real Hong Fei stood aside, and neither Harlem nor the two people she created could find his existence.

Hong Fei looked at the created self and knew that in Harlem's consciousness, he was such a righteous image. But this was just the surface, otherwise he shouldn't have sat with the clown in a restraint suit and received Harlem's inquiry or treatment.

"Did you do the robbery at the Federal Reserve Bank of New York?" Harlem asked.

"Hong Fei" did not answer, but had a slight smile on his face.

The clown turned his head and looked at Hong Fei. His movements looked a little exaggerated. His eyes were very vivid. More than 90% of ordinary people lost the inspiration in their eyes, but he had. He grinned and showed his acquired teeth. He looked at Hong Fei and said, "You actually did a big thing. You are different from all the police officers I have ever met. You are really amazing."

There was no sarcasm in his words, and his tone and eyes were extremely serious.

‘Hong Fei’ still didn’t answer, just looked at him and smiled.

Harlem sat opposite her brows frowned, as if she was very troubled by the discooperation of "Hong Fei". She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyebrows, took a deep breath after putting it on, and continued to calmly say: "Mr. Hong, we are old friends, you can believe me, I know you are a graduate student in psychology, and I also know that you are different from the clown..."

Hearing this, the 'Joker' instantly looked back at Harlem: "You are right, I am indeed different from him."

"Mr. Clown, do you have any opinions?" Harlem asked on his own initiative.

The 'Joker' laughed silently, "The same bat is like me, right?" This person has the characteristics of both of us. He does good things and does bad things. He is a good person and a bad person, purely good and purely bad. To be honest, I envy you a little." In the last sentence, the 'Joker' said to 'Hong Fei'.

After hearing the words of the "Joker", the real Hong Fei couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

The clown was right.

This is very unusual.

Because no one in this world should know that Hong Fei is the kind of person who is good and bad in parallel.

In the eyes of Death Shoo and others, Hong Fei was bad. What he did was to rob prison, kill people and rob banks.

In the eyes of Kola and others, Hong Fei is good. What he does is patrol, save people and arrest criminals.

No one knew that both of them were him, except for the boomerang who had lost his sense of self.

But, under this premise, the "Joker", or Harlem herself, actually guessed it, and used the "Joker" to say more speculations, and they all speculated correctly.

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Harlem Quizel, indeed, has great potential.

‘Joker’ and ‘Hong Fei’ are Harlem’s dream creations. In other words, these two images represent Harlem herself.

The conversation in front of her was actually Harlem's inner and subconscious self-question. Every sentence, every expression and look came from herself.

The agility of the 'Joker' comes from her more knowledge of the clown, and on the other hand, it also means that her spiritual consciousness is rapidly changing towards the crazy side.

"Hong Fei's words mean that Harlem still has shortcomings in understanding Hong Fei. His justice comes from Harlem's deep initial impression of Hong Fei. The police uniform and smile silence under his restrained clothes are because Harlem cannot truly determine whether Hong Fei is really a robber of the Federal Reserve Bank of New York.

Hearing the clown’s judgment, Harlem, wearing a white coat, frowned even deeper. She shook her head unconsciously and said, “Mr. Clown, what is your basis for judgment?”

"Hmm, do you need a basis? That's the truth, he's already sitting in front of you."

“This reason is not sufficient.”

"You have his psychoanalytical report, and your 'empathy lack' has proven."

“He does have symptoms of ‘empathy’, but I can’t be sure of his level…”

"Enough, enough, enough, beautiful and smart Dr. Quizel, have you already got a better answer in your heart? His empathy is very serious, and you have already made a judgment."

"No, I can't just rely on my own subjective inference to guess..."

"But you know you're right."

"I'm not sure."

"Please, you don't need to be obsessed with..."

"Enough! Mr. Clown, please stop talking. You don't have enough evidence. Please stop talking now, okay?"

Upon hearing this, the "Joker" really stopped talking, smiled and shrugged, and his eyes began to wander back and forth on "Hong Fei" and Harlem.

At this point, Hong Fei suddenly smiled.

Arthur's "Sleep Tips" took effect.

On the surface, it was a dispute between Harlem and the "Joker", but in fact it means that Harlem has become alert to the real clown. After a normal psychologist accepted the hint and realized what the clown would do to her, the normal part prompted her to develop a sense of resistance in her personal and even subconscious mind. If it were Harlem's complete fall, all these hints would be difficult to have any effect.

So much so that at present, in the dream, Harlem still retains a certain degree of resistance to the "clown" she created.

This is a dream, and Harlem has no way to take the initiative to control everything. Her consciousness is fully expressed through all the matter, characters, dialogues, expressions, etc. here.

As a result, the "lifelike" manifested by the "clown" opposite, from beginning to end also indicates that Harlem is no longer exactly the normal Dr. Quizel.

Hong Fei stepped forward and sat directly on the false self. The two merged with each other, and the real Hong Fei replaced it.

[Seeing the crowd when you lie] (Obadea), [Friendly smile] (Coulson), [Seeing the hearts] (Loki), three skill cards shine.

Now, things have changed again.

Harlem, wearing glasses and a white coat, represents Harlem Quizel as more like a normal person.

The green-haired clown represents the crazy side of Harlem Quizel.

Hong Fei, the real Hong Fei.

Showing a smile again, he quickly attracted the attention of "Joker" and Harlem.

Harlem was surprised, the "Joker" frowned slightly but had a stronger smile.

Harlem: "Mr. Hong, do you want to say something?"

Hong Fei moved his body, and the restraint clothes tightly tied his body. In fact, Harlem's dream consciousness was limiting his activities. He did not use more powerful spiritual power to tear off the bond, because this would hurt Harlem's spirit.

He looked up and smiled warmer, "Doctor Quizel, what do you want to know?"

The clown urged: "Aren't we talking? Tell me quickly, are Is my words true?"

Hong Fei looked at him with a smile and said, "Is it important to be true or false?"

"Of course it's important!" Harlem and the "Clown" spoke at the same time. When he said this, the image of the "Clown" seemed to have a sudden change in Hong Fei's eyes. He seemed to see the clown girl wearing heavy makeup and blinking her ponytails.

"Okay, that's not something that can't be said." Hong Fei shrugged.

Harlem and the "Joker" looked over at the same time.

Hong Fei turned to Harlem, who was still normal. Through the lens, the desire for the truth in the other person's eyes was already fully visible.

"Dr. Quizel, your professionalism is admirable, and your intuitive judgment is very accurate. It is indeed what I did."

“Hahahaha~”

The ‘Joker’ immediately laughed out loud, and a female voice suddenly flashed in the male voice.

Hong Fei turned a deaf ear to this, and he still looked at Harlem with a shocked expression: "Why are you still so surprised?"

Harlem held his eyes, and his eyes were a little panicked: "I don't know. Although I have guesses, I can't be sure..."

"Now you can be sure, but why are you still unhappy?"
Chapter completed!