Red Dead Redemption Chapter 384

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"Dr. Quizel, you know, my life is for every moment I have with you. What have you brought me today?"

The unique voice and low tone instantly woke Harleen up from her sleep.

She opened her eyes and found herself sitting right in front of the clown, whose words made her want to frown, because such words did not seem to be suitable for the relationship between doctor and patient.

But her frowning movement failed, and she felt herself laughing.

Laughing uncontrollably.

The light passed through her pupils, and she looked at the man in front of her with eyes and expressions that were different from ordinary people.

Just as she was about to speak, she found herself speaking uncontrollably again. .

"A kitten." Said, she took out a stuffed toy from her pocket, stretched out her hands in a showy way and swung it in front of the clown, and at the same time did not spare her warm eyes and beautiful smile.

"You are so considerate." Between the words, the clown's expression and eyes did not fluctuate.

But Harleen felt that "she" was very happy.

The clown leaned forward: "Doctor, I need you to help me with something."

Harleen: "Okay, anything will do."

At this moment, Harleen, who couldn't speak and could only watch, suddenly felt an inexplicable panic.

The clown said without any fluctuations in his tone: "I need a machine gun."

Harlene instinctively wanted to refuse, but her body was out of control at all. She found that her body was not even a little bit suspicious, and just asked back after a while: "A machine gun?"

The clown grinned.

Harleen suddenly panicked.

In the next second, her body nodded very honestly and said, "No problem."

bedroom.

Ha Lin suddenly sat up from the bed, half of her body was completely wet with cold sweat, her hair on the temples was pressed against her forehead, revealing a pair of terrified pupils.

The phone by the bed lost all sound the moment she woke up suddenly.

Harleen sat on the bed panting heavily. She held her head in her hands and looked at her hands in surprise after touching the watery sweat stains.

A gust of cool wind blew, and the sweat evaporated and took away the body temperature, causing her to shiver instinctively.

Turning his head and looking around, the moonlight outside the window is soft, and the breeze blows the gauze curtain.

She blinked her eyelids quickly and her breathing gradually calmed down.

After a while, she pulled the quilt away, revealing a pair of long straight legs at the hem of her pajamas.

Looking back, a wet human-shaped imprint was almost printed on the sheets.

When I grabbed my phone, I realized that I had only slept for more than four hours, and it was still a long time before dawn.

She sighed helplessly, turned on the light, walked out of the bedroom with her slippers on her forehead, poured a glass of water and drank it, went to the bathroom again, and then took the quilt back and lay down on the dry sofa.

This time, she hadn't slept for a long time, and there was no abnormal sound from her mobile phone.

The next day, early morning.

Harleen yawned and went out. Before going downstairs, she patted her face lightly, forced herself to cheer up, and then showed a bright smile, and then walked into the elevator.

On her way out of the dormitory building to the main building of the prison, the warm sunshine warmed her whole body, but she couldn't help but think of the exaggerated dream last night.

While distracted, several calls directed at her were filtered by her brain, and she finally woke up until the sound got closer and closer behind her ears.

Turning back, a middle-aged blond white man was looking at her worriedly.

A smile appeared on Harleen's face immediately, and she said apologetically, "Sorry, Mr. Harvey, I was distracted just now."

"It's okay, Dr. Quezer." Harvey shook his head to show that he didn't mind, but then he frowned straight to the point and said, "You still haven't considered my suggestion."

Hearing this, Harlene was helpless: "Mr. Harvey, this is not the first time you have told me about this, but I still have to reject your opinion, because this research is really important, and..." said Here, Harleen suddenly thought of last night's dream, and her brows could not help but tighten slightly, but she quickly recovered, and then said, "And I believe that I will be fine."

"I know you believe in your own abilities, but I don't think you fully understand and understand the madness of the Joker, he's not like all of us, even the rest of us in this asylum, and it's no exaggeration to say that he's probably the The most unique person in the world, he does have a unique crazy spirit, and everyone who comes into contact with him will not doubt this evaluation." Harvey painstakingly reiterated what he had said many times.

In the past, when faced with these remarks, Harleen was never moved, but this time was different, she could feel her heart beating inexplicably.

However, after a few seconds of hesitation, her pursuit of the research goal finally overwhelmed the fear caused by a dream. She shook her head and said, "I'm afraid I still can't accept your suggestion. My treatment for him has already begun. I don't want to give up halfway. Sorry, Mr. Harvey, I have to go and we'll talk when I have time."

Looking at Harlin's back, although he knew it would be the result, Harvey couldn't help but let out a long sigh in disappointment.

It makes sense that Harleen Quetzel, as an excellent psychiatrist, is hard to convince.

However, the Wayne Group should not be unaware of the horror of the clown. Why did they insist on funding Harleen for research? If the clown is really that easy to "treat", then he is not a clown. Why do you have to hold such a fluke mentality?

Looking at the main building of the lunatic asylum, even though the sun was shining brightly, Harvey still felt that the whole building was covered with a thick layer of black air.

New York.

Hong Fei got up at ten o'clock, nearly eight hours of sleep allowed him to get rid of the fatigue of the previous days, and the whole person returned to a state of energy.

While washing, he was also listening to Arthur's report.

Wiping the water off his face, he put the towel out of the bathroom and said, "You said Harvey went to her? Harvey Dent?"

"Yes sir, Gotham City Attorney, known as Gotham's Knight of Light."

"That's not quite right."

"what?"

Hong Fei shook his head and said nothing.

To put it simply: play together.

In this way, everything seems to suddenly become more complicated...and exciting! Gotham like this is more exciting!

Pressing the inexplicable excitement in his heart, Hong Fei said again: "Didn't the sleep suggestion start the test a few days ago, are you sure it took effect last night?"

"Sir, the scope of the test is global, I can test large numbers of people 24 hours a day, and the results are very reliable."

"How did you know the result?"

"Looking at their behavior and other reactions after waking up, many people also write diaries, and many people have the habit of wearing heart rate detection equipment, so the final summary and analysis will not have too much error."

"Amazing, you are almost catching up with telepathy."

"Sir, that's totally different..."

"Don't say it, I know, I just sighed with emotion. Keep working hard, and when she shows a very strong reaction, we will directly give her the next dose of medicine."

"Okay, sir. But I have to remind you that if you continue to increase the stimulation without timely counseling, there is a 95% probability that it will have a great impact on her spirit, and it is very likely to cause schizophrenia, or the current His temperament changed drastically."

Hong Fei grinned: "Your idea is very scientifically based, but I think that counseling will only delay and not cure the root cause. Her talent and potential are like this. After the change, she is still her. In the eyes of others, she is different, but she is herself. She knows it better than anyone else. So in the end, she will still repeat the same plot routine as the current one, which is a waste of time. The best option is for me to push her. But you reminded me well, I suddenly feel more confident. "

Arthur didn't continue to speak, thinking that he didn't understand why Hong Fei said this for a while, but the final result after thinking about it was probably the same as Harleen's judgment.

Someone who has no self-awareness in this regard turns his head and thinks of something else.

Someone said this.

I'm not in the mood to listen to their **** romantic love stories right now, I just want to make money now, what's the use of just envy others? We have to act on our own to become richer than them!

Hong Fei took it seriously.

If it weren't for the money, Bruce Wayne should be wandering the streets now after losing his parents in a hellish place like Gotham. His IQ might make him a street hero or even a blackened villain, but it's hard for him to be people today See Batman.

If it weren't for the money, where would Lex Luthor have the confidence to trouble Superman and Batman, and even design them to work? If he had no money, he would have no time to think about those **** philosophical questions about God. He should be working hard to be a social animal. If he didn't lose his mind, he might even be able to start a business and launch a company that had to die.

Superman's Martha can't even keep the house.

Money, only when it exceeds a certain number will you feel less important, and this number is probably beyond the reach of 80% or even more than 90% of people in their lifetime.

So don't listen to some people farting.

Must work hard to make money!

Of course you have to make money legally.

Hong Fei now has two choices, both of which he has done before and has certain experience.

One, banks.

Whether it is directly robbing money or gold, banks are the best choice.

Second, the Metropolitan Museum.

As we all know, gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times, although this world is a little chaotic, it is barely a "prosperous age" on the surface. A well-known antique may be exchanged for ten times its weight or volume or even more gold.

Considering the price/performance ratio ~www.mtlnovel.com~ the museum is more suitable.

However, there must be a corresponding channel for the grabbed things to be shot. Hong Fei is not afraid of being hacked, but doing so will inevitably leave many traces. Those smart people may find many clues that even he himself can't notice. This is its biggest disadvantage.

In terms of difficulty, banking is relatively simple.

Banknote gold is easier to sell and more difficult to investigate. And the bank is not the only thing, there are some valuables such as diamonds or bonds in some custody items.

No matter which way you choose, you must make careful arrangements and planning, otherwise you will be caught on the spot if you don't keep your head down.

And there was not much time left for him.

Hong Fei couldn't help sighing.

It's not easy to make money.

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