"You still don't understand! I'm doing this for your own good!"
The voice in the sky seemed to collapse, and its sound became sharp, like fingernails scraping against glass.
After a long period of 'talking therapy' with Harley, it finally let out such a roar and disappeared without a trace.
It is not yet clear whether it is wandering away or trying to find another place to be quiet for a while, but what is certain is that our little jelly bean has once again achieved a staged victory.
The more difficult the patient is, the more the doctor will feel a sense of accomplishment after leaving with satisfaction. So at this time, Dr. Quinzel was also sitting on the office chair with a smile on his face, his slender legs in red and blue stockings resting on the table leg.
He looks like a big boss.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, just to say 'hello', you actually stayed here with me for so long, phew, I'm almost done with my saliva, hee hee, but I can make it leave convinced, as expected of me, hee
Hee! Haha! Hohohohoho"
She also let out a three-part laugh and covered her mouth with the back of her hand, which made her look more reserved and not so proud.
But the sound disappeared, and I and this strange room were still there, and there seemed to be no new roads nearby. Do I have to go back the same way? That wouldn't be fun.
For a girl who likes to have fun, it is the most boring thing to go back and see the same scenery.
But think about it, you have to give the nightmares who weave nightmares some time to react. They may not have expected to be collapsed by humans, so now it is equivalent to the game being stuck.
Just wait for a while. If the loudspeaker doesn't give a new notification after a while, then Harley will have to restart the machine and try to change a batch of nightmares.
To be honest, this is the worst group of patients she has ever treated since she became a psychiatrist. Compared with human mental patients who have broad ideas, the nightmares are obviously less creative.
With nothing to do, she reached out and picked up the comic book beside her. Although she didn't expect to learn any new knowledge from it, it was good to read comics to pass the time.
"Is there anyone else here?! Hurry up and call your number! It's time for the doctor sister to get off work in a while!"
She shouted this to the sky, then played with her braids and lowered her head to read a book.
At this time, Su Ming and the cat who were not far away were having more fun than her. At this time, one person and the cat were holding a bottle of orange soda respectively, drinking the drinks leisurely, and watching the Guardians of the Galaxy.
Keep trying to wake up Star-Lord.
Artificial respiration and cardiac massage were tried, but Drax, a dumb boy, broke all of Star-Lord's ribs. As a result, the awakening work had to be suspended, and he was sent to the medical cabin of the spacecraft for a set of repair procedures.
, which was just launched not long ago.
"Gududu~~~ It's such a leisurely life, meow." Thousand Cats Dream took a big sip of soda and licked her lips with satisfaction: "Before I met you, I never thought that human beings could still perform tasks while performing tasks.
So comfortable.”
It is indeed comfortable. No matter where he goes, he will carry it with him. As long as he can describe the delicious food and drink, a man can get it for him. Moreover, his fighting power and brains are very strong, so he does not have to worry about being accidentally injured.
I'm afraid the most ideal feline scavenger is nothing more than this, right? If the Dream of a Thousand Cats were a cat instead of a dream, it would be happy to be raised by Deathstroke.
It's a pity that it is both a cat and a dream. The Sandman's responsibilities are still there and he can't just run around with people.
"suck"
Su Ming drank soda more politely today and used a straw that he hadn't used for a long time. The last time he used this was in France after World War II:
"Not all human beings are so relaxed, it's just that I can't be serious, haha, because in this world, you can solve things that can be solved with a smile, and things that can't be solved can be frowned to the point of knotting.
It’s no fun, so why do you have to be so serious?”
"That makes sense. I suggest you talk to Batman more about meow next time." A Thousand Cats Dream held up the soda bottle again, and its pink little tongue drooped out, but the movement paused in mid-air, and it suddenly said:
"Speaking of which, what is Batman doing now? What are the Justice League's actions?"
"Adjutant, show it." The Supreme Mage who was fishing gave the order. If Batman doesn't fall asleep, it will be difficult to completely eradicate insomnia.
If someone is a nightmare, even if they can't defeat you, if they burrow into someone else's dream, what can a bat do with it on the material plane?
If you want to deal with a nightmare, you must defeat it in the dream and completely destroy its belief or reason for existence. Whether it is a nightmare or a sweet dream, this is the cleanest and most efficient way, but the efficiency is slightly lower.
There is no clear road or direction in the dream. If you take the initiative to look for enemies wandering around, you may not notice them even if you pass by them. Fishing is the safer way.
The adjutant began to mobilize Earth 0's satellites and various monitoring equipment, including gadgets that the Sheriff had placed everywhere before, and she showed some pictures for the cats to watch.
There is nothing to see. Zhenglian members are saving people everywhere. They put people's lives first. When they are in danger, they always want to protect as many people as possible. This leads to their lack of manpower.
Facing a full-scale invasion by nightmares, we can only defend passively.
Logically speaking, Ron En, as a psychic, could have saved many people, such as broadcasting into people's brainwaves, or using some dark brainwashing methods.
But he was still crying and had not come out of the nightmare. Everyone had dispersed and went to do their own things for a while. He was still like a fool, sitting in the empty conference room, looking at the lights in a daze, crying silently.
.
"Well, thank you for saving him in time. Otherwise, judging from his condition, he would be just one step away from going crazy." The cat sighed, it was quite sympathetic to Martian Manhunter.
But it's just sympathy, because Martian Manhunter is an alien, and his dream is not controlled by the cat, nor is it controlled by Daniel. The person in charge is another Martian Sandman.
As everyone thinks, each alien race has its own Sandman. In essence, the Sandman is unique, but objectively speaking, there are more than hundreds of millions of Sandman incarnations.
"Yeah, look here."
Su Ming's one eye briefly moved away from Star-Lord, because he didn't know what the guys in the Guardians of the Galaxy were thinking. He was going to try the enema method on the gigolo. The water pipe had already been inserted. It was a bit disgusting, so let's watch.
Look elsewhere:
"Have you seen the situation in Gotham? I didn't send any androids there, and now some people are starting to spit out 'lotus'."
While talking, I saw someone spitting out a large amount of purple wax oil from his mouth. The oil-like thing formed a deformed monster, which looked like a vampire from North American Indian mythology.
What's the name of a monster with a dog's head and a human body that sucks the blood of goats? The North American indigenous mythology is a bit biased. Generally, only shamans study it. The orthodox Supreme Mage like Deathstroke is really unfamiliar.
"This is not a lotus cat. This is a nightmare in reality. This is not a good thing."
The hair on the cat's back stood up, and it rubbed its head against Deathstroke's face:
"Hurry up and stop them. These physical nightmares are material manifestations and are far beyond what ordinary people can deal with. This is probably Insomnia's way of dealing with your plastic pieces."