In the small dark room, an eerie voice was slowly telling some truths. I don’t know why, but I always felt that the owner of the voice was a little paranoid.
"Biologists say that tigers have no natural enemies in nature. They are the top predators, with bodies built for killing and the minds of hunters."
The voice said this as if stating a certain axiom in a teaching tone.
The second voice sounded helpless and perfunctory: "Well, um, okay."
The owner of the voice that spoke previously did not care. In the darkness, another sentence sounded like a midnight murmur:
"Madmen are tigers in human society. They have the same killing nature. They will not be troubled by guilt or sympathy. Instead, they put all their thoughts into perfecting their hunting skills. Therefore, serial killers will eventually run out of inspiration.
And they give up on themselves just because they can no longer surpass themselves."
"But what does this have to do with you?" The owner of the second voice lacked confidence. He might be a disabled person or a dwarf. He was out of breath when speaking, which looked a bit funny.
The former was silent for a while, and then there was a sound of "click, click, click" in the darkness, as if he was suppressing a laugh or grinding his teeth: "Because I know that there is one kind of prey that will never be caught by a tiger, and that is mammals.
The only winged animal, the unique bat! Any madman wants a bat!"
"So? You also want to kill Batman?" the short-breathed man asked again.
"You mean we are also psychopathic serial killers? No, I am not interested in bats anymore, I just want some fun, some lively scenes." The third slightly crazy voice said, chirping.
Chicking laughter: "Hehe, Batman is the boss of the Justice League. If he gives the Justice League a day off, everyone can come to my birthday party!"
This is what Su Ming saw when he returned to DC. In a dark room, Harley was talking to herself alone.
She played three characters: herself, Bernie the Beaver, and Dr. Quinzel.
The girl was sitting next to the round table in the living room. There was a super small cupcake on the table, with an extinguished colored candle inserted in the cake cream.
She did not turn on the light after blowing out the candles, but fell into self-pity.
She first put on glasses and switched to Dr. Quinzel, proposing some scientific hypothesis. Then she acted as a beaver doll, biting the table in her mouth and asking questions. Finally, she sat upright and turned into Harley again to give the final answer, indicating that she might
Got a crazy plan.
Maybe he bombed the Hall of Justice, maybe he went out to cause trouble, who knows.
For her, Bernie the Beaver is alive, an objective third party watching, who can talk to her through psychic abilities, and even sometimes moves.
But in fact, it was all her own questions and answers, and the movement of the doll was also played by her. However, after moving the poor stuffed toy, she deliberately forgot about it, thereby creating the phenomenon that it could move.
Because only Beaver can understand a lot of the content that circumvents the wall, so she likes this poor guy whose intestines are rotten and half burned.
Its status is only slightly lower than that of Poison Ivy, and it is also one of her little treasures.
"Did you know that I was coming back and put on a special performance here? Crazy and unspeakable loneliness? Thank you, it is indeed quite dark as a welcome ceremony."
As Su Ming spoke, he walked out of the windowless bedroom and turned on the lights in the living room. The messy scene was no longer concealed.
The clothes, pants and socks worn by Harley were scattered everywhere. There was a strange smell coming from the rotten Thai food takeout in the corner. There were whining and banging sounds from the closet nearby. She probably kidnapped something again.
People forget to deal with it.
When she heard the sound of the death knell, she turned her head with emotion on her face, her red and blue ponytails trembling. Then she jumped on the death knell, hugged it like a koala, and happily rubbed her face against the black and yellow visor.
"Sure enough, you are back, sweetheart, I knew you would not forget me! Haha! Tell me, you are here to celebrate my birthday, tell me quickly!"
Her eyes seemed to be popping out of their sockets, and she was radiant with excitement and happiness. Even though she didn't wash her face or put on makeup, and her hair was bristle, she was confident enough to think that she was a little fairy.
Su Ming glanced at the calendar. It was about a month since he left. He glanced at the cake again and took her off his body: "Today is your first birthday?"
"No, I just want to celebrate my birthday. Xiaohong helped me celebrate it the day before yesterday. I was very happy. Now I want to be happy again!" Hallie shook her head, her face full of smiles and longing: "I discovered that people
On her birthday, others will always be nice to her, so I wonder if everyone celebrates her birthday every day, will everyone be nice to me every day?"
Well, that's how it goes from crazy logic.
"Poison Ivy helped you celebrate your birthday two days ago. Even if you notify people this time, everyone will just think it's a joke."
Su Ming walked to the closet, calmly opened the door and took a look. The man tied on the ground was still wearing a FedEx uniform. He looked like a Mexican temporary worker. Then Deathstroke closed the door again with the desperate look in his eyes.
"Can't people celebrate birthdays every other day?" Harley showed a big smile. She walked to the mirror and put on lipstick: "But I want to live like this, can't I move all my future birthdays to this month?
?”
Hearing the sound of banging on the door again from the closet, Su Ming sat down at the table, pulled out the candle from the cupcake, picked up the cake and took a bite.
It tasted terrible. It was probably made by Harley herself. She mistook the salt for sugar.
But as a warrior with strong willpower, Su Ming remained calm and put down the crescent moon in his hand calmly: "So, do you think you will not live to be forty?"
Harley picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on, then walked to the door to put on her shoes: "Who can? The world we live in can restart at every turn. The editor told me three times, so I will never grow old.
...Come on, tough guy, aren’t you going to take me for a ride?”
"When did I promise you to go for a ride?" Su Ming rubbed his face, but still stood up. After returning from the world of blood source, he felt as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. His shoulders were very heavy and he couldn't rest for a few days.
good.
"Ha! I'm a psychiatrist. You didn't ask me anything after you saw the thief in the closet. Doesn't it mean that you don't intend to ruin the romantic atmosphere tonight?" Harley smiled and took a catwalk, twisted over and hugged me.
Deathstroke's arm: "Let's go. You can take me to dinner first according to the date procedure, and then go to the movies. Finally, we can go to a dark and secluded place to play some games..."
After saying that, she winked as if she was hinting something.
If it were an ordinary woman, Su Ming would definitely understand what it meant, but if it was Ha Li who spoke, then there would be too many possibilities for the little games she was talking about.
It could be head bowling, it could be a drink mixing contest, it could even be tomb robbing, anything is possible.
But, the unknown is quite interesting, isn’t it?
By the way, it's okay to ask her about what happened during the time she was away, because she has nothing to do with any interests, so there is no need to worry about her lying.
"Let's go to Germany for dinner first. I just finished working in another universe and want to drink some beer and relax." Su Ming followed Harley out of the room and turned off the light: "By the way, the one who was kidnapped
What's going on with the person sitting there?"
Harley jumped up and down happily, the high heels of her boots made the wooden corridor floor squeak, and said: "He is a thief, and he is also a new store of cat food. I found him looking through my mailbox at noon today, so I
Jumped out of the window and gave him a hammer."
"But he is a postman. Even if locals get 30 US dollars an hour and Mexican illegal immigrants only get 3 US dollars, he is indeed a genuine postman." Su Ming led her to the roof of the building and looked up at the sky. It was dark tonight.
Yes, the moon is dark and the wind is high.
Harley blinked and seemed a little hesitant, but still nodded: "No wonder, I said that the Stinger missiles I ordered online haven't arrived yet... Well, when we come back after having enough fun, we will
Let him go, and maybe we can find more suitable cat food when we go out."
"No, I want to rest for a few days, try my best to sort out my memory, and don't worry about anything." Su Ming quickly shook his head to express his refusal.