Chapter 376 The Paranoid Side, Hong Fei's Problem (2/3)
If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have rescued him.
Chado's death was indeed a pity for him.
Because Hong Fei deliberately used a close stance from the beginning, combined with body control, armor capture and other aspects to form a super-fast reaction suppression, so that Cha Duo would be created by Hong Fei on his body before the flames broke out.
In order to cause greater pain, the explosion process of the flame will be directly destroyed.
In layman's terms: interrupting spellcasting.
As a result, Chado has no chance to unleash his true fighting power, let alone show his true potential.
[Fusion Card: Spirit of Vengeance] - Chado Santana: "Create and finely control ordinary flames and even hellfire."
Ordinary flames also have extremely high temperatures, while hellfire is equivalent to directly elevating the ability to the level of high-level magic.
This spirit of vengeance is similar to the spirit of vengeance in Marvel Ghost Rider, but the most intuitive difference between them is that the DC version of the spirit of vengeance does not have the effect of soul judgment.
By killing Cha Duo, what Hong Fei gained was not his energy, but his physical fitness.
When it comes to judging good or bad based on one's own abilities, one always prefers to "discuss one's merits rather than one's heart."
If you really want to talk about the heart, then if you look at most movies, they are all psychologically and ideologically bad people.
This corresponds to what Chado did before he was imprisoned. He was a member of a street gang and had been a gangster for many years, so he had basically done everything a gangster would do.
Therefore, even though he has changed his mind and does not want to do bad things again, after his past actions have been judged by the law, there is no time and opportunity for him to do good things.
In addition, before being imprisoned in Bellerive Prison, Chado had been staying in an ordinary prison, but because of his arrogant tattoos, he was targeted and even beaten by other prisoners. At one point, he suddenly broke out, and the fierce flames directly surrounded the prisoners.
Dozens of people around him were all burned to ashes. This was the direct reason why he was imprisoned in Bellerive.
Hong Fei did not deny that Cha Duo had begun to turn towards the light, as if he had never truly denied in his heart that he was a bad person.
However, Chaduo's past was indeed full of misdeeds. Judging from his behavior before his death, he did, as Hong Fei said, hope that he could start from scratch and be a good person in his next life.
A good guy who turns dark will usually be more terrifying than an ordinary bad guy.
A bad guy's determination and belief after he wakes up are definitely very firm.
All I can say is: pity.
Rushed to the airport and landed in Gotham three hours later.
This is a strange city. Walking out of the airport hall, Hong Fei felt mentally that he could smell the smell of gunpowder smoke everywhere.
Words such as guns, violence, crime, etc. would not appear out of place in this land.
The people living in this city are far stronger than the New Yorkers in Marvel.
Taking a taxi to the destination, Hong Fei did not forget to look left and right along the way.
During the day, the environment here is not much different from other cities. Office workers are still bustling about. Only when passing through some dark alley corners can you see some people in groups or huddled alone.
Doing some indescribable behavior.
He saw that the police in Gotham were much more relaxed than the police in New York. They did not need to patrol everywhere, they just gathered around the police car in twos and threes and chatted, and they did not pay much attention to the pedestrians passing by. Maybe
They don't want to, or they may not dare, but the most likely thing is that they have already been inextricably linked to Gotham's underground forces, and there is no need to keep an eye on possible crimes.
Even Master Hong still feels a headache when he sees this city.
If you want to completely restore the city to the "normal" that the public knows, the time and energy required will definitely be daunting to anyone.
At the bottom, there are countless criminals and gangsters. They may be office workers, doctors, nurses, or security police during the day, but as soon as night falls, they may transform into terrifying murderers.
Just like that bat, a rich man by day and a hero by night.
The top management, starting from enterprises, to the police station and city council, may appear to be the government in charge of power, but in fact it may be the shady Court of Owls.
Batman always likes to say that Gotham is his city.
But until now, Gotham is actually a city of owls.
They are all nocturnal animals.
Moreover, owls and bats are also inextricably linked.
Gotham's night has been divided between owls, bats, criminals and victims.
In contrast, Gotham's daytime is so normal that it's scary. It's like a mentally ill serial killer suddenly and abnormally showing you a "gentle" smile one second before he grasps the murder weapon.
"If Gotham could talk, it would definitely beg me to send it a nuclear bomb, or kill him no matter what method I use." Hong Fei murmured secretly in his heart.
My right hand began to unconsciously scratch my itchy left arm again.
Suddenly, his hands moved, and Hong Fei lowered his head.
This is not the first time.
When I rolled up my sleeves, my skin was normal, but my hairs were always a little long.
Itching comes from the inside out, and the source is under the skin.
It was as if something was about to grow out. This feeling reminded Hong Fei of his own teething process twenty years ago. At that time, he always liked to rub his gums with his tongue, and even put his hand into his mouth to press it to relieve the pain and itching.
, completely regardless of whether the teeth will become crooked due to this.
He frowned and looked around, reaching out and pinching left and right.
The destination has arrived.
The driver woke him up from his thoughts. When he turned around, he looked at Hong Fei with a strange look.
After paying the fare and getting out of the car, Hong Fei stood on the street looking at the tall buildings on both sides, and suddenly felt as if he had fallen into a huge mouth of an abyss.
This feeling has never occurred anywhere else.
Maybe, this is Gotham.
Loved it.
Enter the building and take the elevator up.
The meeting place was Harleen Quinzel's studio.
Standing on the side of the glass door, Hong Fei adjusted his new suit, combed his hair with his fingers, and tapped his invisible earphones.
"Sir, I'm here."
After hearing Arthur's reply, Hong Fei felt relieved.
Knock on the door.
"Please come in."
Hong Fei stepped forward, the sensor door opened automatically, and a faint woody fragrance seeped into his nose.
The woody scent is perfect for autumn, but it's still spring.
The furnishings in the studio are very simple, or in other words, it is being relocated.
Dr. Harleen Quinzel, who was wearing a white coat, was squatting on the ground and sealing a cardboard box. When she heard the footsteps, she turned around. There was a faint smile in her eyes to welcome visitors, but her expression didn't seem to follow.
Still calm and unruffled.
Two seconds later, she seemed to have discovered her problem, so she put down the tape in her hand and stood up, raising her hand to adjust her black-rimmed glasses, and then managed to squeeze out a smile.
Dangdang stepped forward in high heels and reached out his hand three meters away: "Hello, welcome. Is this Mr. Hong?"
"It's me." Hong Fei nodded, held half of her hand, and looked into each other's eyes for a split second.
Harleen turned around, opened her arms and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm moving out from here soon, so it seems empty, but psychological counseling and hospitals are different after all, so I can guarantee that this will not happen.
Lower the quality of my service."
Hong Fei looked at her figure, especially the high heels and nodded: I believe it.
"Move? Where is Dr. Harleen going to move?"
"Well, Arkham, I also go to Black Gate occasionally. I've seen the basic information you provided. You are from Gotham, so you must know these two places."
"Yes I know."
Needless to say, Arkham is full of talented people, and Blackgate Prison is not a good place either. The former imprisons crazy super criminals, while the latter imprisons relatively ordinary but by no means ordinary gangsters.
Harleen introduced Hong Fei into the room inside, and the woody smell suddenly became a little stronger.
The floor is of wood texture, the walls are covered with wood grain wallpaper, and the ceiling is the same.
It should have been a very natural visual effect, but the rich woody fragrance suddenly brought people into the bleak late autumn.
has a problem.
It's not Hong Fei's own problem, but Harleen Quinzel's own problem.
Sitting down on the single sofa, Hong Fei waited quietly for a while.
Harleen wiped the water on her hands and kept apologizing: "Mr. Hong, I've been waiting for a long time, we can start right away."
"Um."
After a while, Harleen sat opposite Hong Fei, with her legs together and leaning to one side, with Hong Fei's materials on her legs, and started to get down to business.
"Mr. Hong, you have been receiving insomnia-related treatment before, right?"
"yes."
"How long does it last?"
"One year."
"Do you remember when it first started?"
The chat process is very simple, and with Arthur's guidance, he won't make any mistakes.
Harleen was very professional in asking questions, listening, and guiding. During the answer process, Hong Fei had to make corresponding micro-expressions and movements according to Arthur's instructions. Only in this way could he hide from her observation and analysis.
Likewise, Hong Fei is also observing Ha Lin.
As time went by, he...no, Arthur's judgment that she had a problem became more complete and even certain.
More than ten minutes passed, and Harleen remained silent for a long time. After writing and drawing quickly, she suddenly looked up at Hong Fei with surprise in her eyes.
Before Hong Fei asked, she took the hair hanging down by her ears and said with a smile: "Mr. Hong, why don't we talk in another way?"
"Can."
Harleen stood up, adjusted the sofa to a lying position, said "wait a moment", and left again.
"Arthur, what's wrong with your answer just now?"
"Sir, all the answers just pointed to a result that is consistent with the topic that Dr. Harleen is studying. That is to say, your actual state is similar to that of the patient who made her feel trance recently, that is, 'lack of empathy'
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"Hiss... you're not afraid of her calling the police?"
"Dr. Harleen is a professional and she will not disclose your mental state to anyone."
"Yeah, but are you sure it's okay? Although I do have a bit of that, but it's definitely not as good as the clown, right?"
"Sir, that's not actually..."
The lights dimmed, leaving only faint and soft warm yellow light. Harleen said: "Mr. Hong, can you adapt to it?"
Hong Fei narrowed his eyes: "Okay."
After a while, Harleen sat down where Hong Fei's head was facing, and gently pressed her fingers on his head slowly.