Supergirl climbed out of the warehouse window and went around behind the murderer to block the escape route. Su Ming secretly peeked her head out of the warehouse door to see what the black shadow in the front hall was doing.
As mentioned before, this building should be an abandoned store, so the front hall of the house is still very spacious. Even after dozens of corpses are piled up, there is still enough space for activities.
The neon lights outside the window continued to shine, making the environment in the room seem even darker. A slightly stooped black figure was dragging a corpse towards the pile of corpses in the corner.
The only sound of his heavy breathing could be heard in the darkness. Today's victim was a bit big, which made the removal of the corpse somewhat difficult to complete.
From the door entering the store to the corner of the wall, which was only a short distance of about ten meters, the black figure took a break in the middle. He stopped to wipe the sweat with his arm, and he looked a bit like a hard-working farmer.
When he came to the pile of corpses, he looked at his previous works and was silent for a while. He didn't know what he was thinking about. But he could hear low sobs coming from him, as if he was feeling sorry for the victims.
"Alas, hiss, alas"
This behavior is not uncommon. Some serial killers will appear in similar situations. Returning to the crime scene and returning to the burial ground means that the dead mean something to the killer.
Excessive attachment to corpses is a typical schizophrenia because it is an emotional abnormality.
After crying a little, the shadow regained his composure. He grabbed the thigh of the corpse being dragged behind him and threw the obese victim as hard as he could to the top of the pile of corpses.
Today's victim was a bit naughty. His chubby body rolled down uncontrollably, and the internal organs in the dissected abdominal cavity also flowed out, making the black shadow inevitably busy again.
He seemed to regard each corpse as a container, and wanted them to hold the internal organs without knocking them over, which inevitably made them stained with blood and various filth during the arrangement process.
Once the decoration was not completed, the shadow rearranged the victim's internal organs and tried again. As a result, the body rolled down again. The shadow could only hold back his temper and try again.
The pile of corpses was too high, which made throwing corpses into a technical job. But when the fat man's corpse rolled to the ground again, the black shadow actually squatted down with his head in his hands and let out a grievance cry:
"Woo, why? Why can't I do it? Wuwuwu."
Next to her, Diana and Deathstroke exchanged glances and gently put away his sword, because judging from the darkness of the shadow, he could not use the weapon at all.
Harley, who was still a little sleepy, felt a lot more energetic at this time, because she felt that the shadow's performance was of research value. You should know that patients with depression are often more inclined to commit suicide than to kill. This sneaky shadow is an interesting special case.
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Su Ming raised his hand to signal for action. Diana took off the noose from her waist, shook it in her hand a few times, and then threw it towards the crying person.
The rope was like a living snake, the golden light lit up in the darkness, and it wrapped around the opponent's body as flexibly as a snake, pulling him to the ground and unable to move.
At the same time, the superwoman who had circled back also appeared outside the door and got stuck at the door, blocking the opponent's escape route.
But seeing Sombra's weak performance, Kara tilted her head and shrugged at Deathstroke. She felt that the plan seemed to be too laid out. This man was not a super-powered criminal at all. He didn't even have the ability to resist the noose.
No.
But the tied figure did not panic at this time. He looked down at the noose on his chest and asked in a trembling voice:
"Wonder Woman, is that you?"
As everyone's eyesight gradually adapted to the golden light of the rope, and Deathstroke took out the camping lantern for lighting, everyone saw the captured murderer clearly, and the darkness surrounding him seemed to fade away at this moment.
He has green hair, a pale face, and is wearing a purple suit and long pointed leather shoes. His body is a little stooped, probably due to aging, and his arms and legs are as thin as hemp poles. His whole body seems to be blown by a gust of wind.
fall.
"clown?"
The moment they saw this person clearly, Diana and Kara asked such questions at the same time, but Deathstroke and Harley did not say anything. One of them was holding his chin in thought, while the other squatted down and tilted his head to look at the prisoner.
"Yes, I am a clown, hee hee, no, I am the 'No laughing man', no, no, who am I? Who am I? Woo hoo hoo."
The two women's questions seemed to have mentioned key words. The man who was lying in a ball on the ground suddenly fell into madness. He laughed first, then cried, rolling around on the ground, and his purple suit was stained with blood.
The paint was dusty, and the pale paint on the face was full of pain.
This man is no clown.
First of all, the age and physical condition do not match. This person is too old, but the clown has the Dionysian factor in his body. He will not age as quickly as ordinary people, and he has a strong ability to heal himself.
Secondly, he is now bound by the noose of truth, and everything he tells will be the truth, so he really doesn't know who he is.
Then, there was something wrong with his face. Although he also had green hair and a pale face, the wounds at the corners of his mouth were downward, giving him a sad, crying face, exactly the opposite of the clown.
"Harley, this is not a clown, but he has identity disorder. It's up to you." Su Ming waved his hand and signaled the little jelly bean to start psychological treatment now. This man's face has been burned by chemicals and cannot be seen.
Although his voice was much older, Su Ming was sure that he had heard it before, but he was not sure who it was.
"It's really not him, but he's still so unlucky, bah." Harley spat aside. She still didn't have a good look at people dressed like clowns, but she knew she had to take the overall situation into consideration, so she walked out of the darkness a little listlessly.
He came to the prisoner and squatted down to start conversational therapy. He first pointed to his nose and said, "Do you know me?"
The man who stopped laughing raised his head. He couldn't stop crying. He tried his best to look at the woman in the red dress with eyes blurred by tears. It was obvious that he was using his willpower to fight against his own madness. He also wanted to know his identity.
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After observing for a moment, he seemed to remember. At the lower end of his tied arm, the white dead branches-like fingers were tremblingly raised:
"Uuuuuuuuuah, suck you, it's Harley Quinn, aren't you dead?"
"Ah, in a sense, that I am dead, but now is not the time to talk about that. Look at my eyes and listen to my words. You behaved very well. Next, look at that woman at the door.
Do you still know each other?"
Harley, who showed a faint smile, became serious. She raised her hand and pointed at Supergirl. This test was to verify whether the patient responded to external stimuli and whether he had the ability to make rational judgments. It also verified the level of memory and observation.
From a certain perspective, the condition of the Man Who Stops Laughter is more serious and complex than the previous second-generation Rorschach, including schizophrenia, split personality, identity disorder, depression, and possibly pica and
Amnesia.
But the symptoms he showed were milder. In addition to his love of killing, he just couldn't recognize himself. He had no problem communicating and talking, and he could also recognize everyone.
In view of the treatment principle that loving to kill is not considered a disease but only a personal preference, Harley has already made a judgment. The willpower of the person who stops laughing is very strong and cannot be compared to a crappy thing like Reggie, so there is hope for rescue.
She has a treatment idea, and it will take effect soon. As the saying goes, God helps those who help themselves. If a madman wants to recover, he must first want to recover himself.