Nineteen, Harleen Quizell

It was noon that day.

News reports of the police raid on Arkham Asylum.

The police entered the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital to arrest the criminal Scarecrow Jonathan Crane, but they were attacked by a mysterious warrior group and fear gas.

The final result was that Scarecrow Jonathan Klein escaped from the police. The police suffered a large number of casualties in this operation. In addition, Sergeant Gordon inhaled fear gas and showed symptoms such as insanity. Now he is receiving treatment at the nearest Arkham Hospital .

After hearing the news, Rachel immediately drove to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.

The Arkham Psychiatric Hospital has been sealed off, and outsiders are not allowed to enter at will, but Rachel is the assistant prosecutor in charge of the case, and has known Sergeant Gordon and Constable John for a long time, so she was naturally let in.

"Rachel, why are you here?"

When Rachel walked into the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, before she had time to adapt to the bloody scene left by the gun battle everywhere, a high-decibel female voice appeared behind her.

Rachel looked back, and saw a young girl in a white T-shirt walking towards her. The girl had white skin, a protruding figure, two ponytails, and two towering snow peaks on her chest, which made people feel I couldn't take my eyes away after seeing it.

"Sister!" Rachel shouted with a smile when she saw the girl.

This broad-minded girl is none other than Rachel's former schoolmate, Harleen Quizel.

"Hello, little Rachel, why did you come to Arkham Hospital?" Harleen Quinzel, a criminal psychology consultant at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, walked to Rachel's side and stretched out her arms Put the hook on Rachel's shoulder.

At the same time, the white palms pinched Rachel's body dishonestly a few times, and said, "Hey, our little Rachel has grown up!"

Rachel has a thin skin and can't bear Harleen's teasing, but her eyes still can't help but drift to her senior sister's chest.

I can't help but sigh in my heart, not as big as you, not as big as you...

"I heard that Sergeant Gordon inhaled fear gas. How is he doing now? I'm responsible for this case..." Rachel simply asked about the situation.

Harleen Quizell squeezed her chin solemnly, and said, "I know, the fear gas studied by Klein is definitely doomed. Get ready to eat! I want to sit at the children's table."

"Sister, your joke is too much!"

Rachel couldn't stand her crazy senior sister.

Originally, this senior was quite normal. Ever since she began to specialize in criminal psychology, Harleen Quizell began to study the mental state and psychological world of various heinous criminals.

Since then, Harleen Quizell has become somewhat abnormal.

There is a saying that since I got mentally ill, I have become much more energetic.

"But what I said is the truth!"

Harleen Quizell was glared at by Rachel, and she immediately looked aggrieved, and said: "At present, there is no antidote for this fear gas, and the toxin samples have been sent to the cutting-edge laboratory to study the antidote, but the cutting-edge experiment Experts in the laboratory said that it would take at least ten hours to develop the antidote, but considering Sergeant Gordon’s physical condition, if there is no antidote within two hours, his body organs will be severely damaged, and by then It’s time to really have a meal!”

After hearing Harleen's words, Rachel's eyes darkened.

In Rachel's eyes, Sergeant Gordon is undoubtedly a respectable elder. He dedicated his life to Gotham City and really shouldn't end in this way.

"Rachel, Gordon will not die, can you get me a blood sample of Gordon? Maybe I can find a way to find an antidote."

Rorschach suddenly appeared next to Rachel, and Rachel had long been used to it, but it was Rorschach's appearance that surprised the crazy beauty Harleen Quizell.

"Where did you come from, you scared my aunt to death..."

Harleen patted her stalwart chest with her hands, and she looked like she was so frightened that she jumped up and down,

She carefully looked at Luo Xia who suddenly appeared, and asked, "Who are you?"

Before Rorschach could take the initiative to answer, Rachel answered first: "He is my friend, Rorschach."

"Boyfriend?" Harleen's eyes suddenly became ambiguous, her eyes focused on Rachel, and she clicked her tongue again: "No wonder little Rachel became big Rachel, it turned out that after I moved out of the rental house , the boyfriend I just made!"

Harleen can be 100% sure that Rachel, a good girl who is a top student, has definitely never had a date before.

So this boyfriend named Rorschach must have just met Rachel.

Rachel really couldn't stand Senior Sister Harleen's ridicule. Since Rorschach said that there was a way to find the antidote, Rachel would not doubt it. She told Rorschach to wait here for a while, and then went to Sergeant Gordon to Get a blood sample from Sheriff Gordon.

After Rachel left, Harleen Quizel folded her hands on her chest and looked at Rorschach carefully, as if looking at a handicraft.

And Rorschach was also looking at Harleen Quizell, the kind with X-ray vision turned on.

Although Harleen Quizell has not yet become the famous Harley Quinn at this time, Rorschach can clearly feel that the mental state of this crazy beauty in front of her has a big problem .

Perhaps it is only necessary to wait for an opportunity to completely complete the transformation.

In the original plot, this opportunity was the appearance of the clown, which made Harleen Quizell completely obsessed with the spiritual world of the clown, thus turning into the insane and paranoid Harley Quinn.

The two were silent for a while, and Harleen spoke first.

She opened her mouth wide and made a movement of licking her lips with her tongue. She looked at Rorschach as if she was looking at prey, and asked, "Does Rachel know that you are a perverted killer?"

"Huh? I don't understand what you're talking about, Miss Quinzel." Rorschach didn't expect that Harley Quinn would call herself a psycho killer in the future.

When it comes to the degree of abnormality, I can only be regarded as playing tricks in front of you.

Harleen Quetzal looked like I had seen through you, and continued: "I am a first-class expert in criminal psychology, and my intuition tells me that you are a very dangerous person, because I can feel that there is something in you. This kind of... the breath that only exists in inhumane murderers and criminals against humanity."

"You are wrong, Ms. Quizell, your judgment has missed a more accurate group." Rorschach said with a smile.

When Harleen heard that Rorschach said that she had missed a more accurate group, she immediately became interested, moved closer to Rorschach, and asked, "Tell me, what kind of group did I miss?"

"God!"

"God?"

"That's right, it's a god."

Rorschach looked at Harleen Quizell who was very close to him. The fullness of his chest was almost on Rorschach's body. He took a step forward unceremoniously, overwhelming Harlene in momentum, and explained:

"True gods don't care about the lives of mortals. For gods, killing one or a group of mortals is no different from trampling a few ants to death. Perhaps from the perspective of ants, trampling their people to death is nothing to life. A merciless devil."

Harleen seemed to be very interested in what Rorschach said. She clung to Rorschach's chest, twisted her body, her eyes were full of curiosity, and asked:

"What about you, are you a god, or a murderer? Or, are you a perverted killer who claims to be a god?"