The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman - Chapter 1141
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In the United States, the pronunciations of “Harry”, “Henry”, “Harley”, etc. are very common. Both men and women can use them. Some variant pronunciations are also very similar.
When a billboard falls on the roadside, one of the ten people it hits will be called Harry, or there will be a relative named Harry in the family.
So, when Schiller heard this name, he hadn’t reacted yet, but the next second, he heard Gordon’s voice downstairs: “Ms. Quinzel, what’s wrong with you?! How did you get covered in blood?!”
Schiller frowned slightly, he quickly left the ward where the body was, and walked downstairs along the stairs. To be honest, he was also somewhat interested in the famous Harley Quinzel. After all, Harley Quinzel is also a famous psychiatrist in the American comic world.
In the comics, Harley Quinzel worked at Arkham Asylum before becoming Harley Quinzel and was a very good psychiatrist.
However, Schiller remembered that the comics did not describe Harley’s career as a psychiatrist in a very specific way. It only said that she was a female academic master with excellent grades and good professional level, otherwise she would not be responsible for the diagnosis and treatment of the Joker.
Wayne Hospital can be regarded as the best hospital in Gotham, so it is not surprising that Harley Quinzel, a top student, would work here.
Schiller walked through the somewhat chaotic crowd downstairs and came to the room where the shouting came from. Just when he thought he would see a quiet lady in a white coat and glasses, he found that the girl who appeared in the center of the room was a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.
The white girl in front of him had blood all over her head and face, so the outline of her face could not be seen clearly, but judging from her figure, she was not an adult at all, and she was not the stronger one among her peers. She was petite and thin.
But in stark contrast, she held a shovel taller than others in both hands, and the top of the shovel was also covered with blood. There was a large bloodstain on the ground, and a series of bloody footprints. The smell of blood filled the whole room.
At first, Schiller was a little surprised. If this girl was Harley Quinzel, then wasn’t she of the same generation as Robin?
But it’s normal to think about it. In the more mainstream comics, Batman, the Joker and Luthor are all older, Superman is younger, and the Flash is even younger.
There is no specific description of Harley’s age, but from the details of her personal life, she is not of the same generation as Batman and is much younger than Batman. Judging from the image in the comics, there may be an age difference of 15 to 20 years.
Batman is 23 years old this year, and it is not easy to judge the specific age of the little Harley in front of him, but judging from her appearance, she should be about the same age as Dick, about ten years younger than Batman.
At this time, the head nurse had brought a basin of clean water and two towels. The two adult female nurses were a little flustered to help Harley wipe the blood off her face. Gordon stood aside, his tone full of guilt.
“At that time, she said she wanted to work in the hospital, and I shouldn’t have agreed. However, in the injection training organized by the children’s help, she was the most skillful. I thought that Wayne Hospital was the safest and there shouldn’t be any major problems, so I asked her to come…” “Miss Quinzel performed very well.” The head nurse wiped little Harley’s hair and said, “She can make medicine, infuse, and even check prescriptions. She is the best among the children you sent.” Schiller, standing aside, looked at the surrounding environment. This room was not big. It was crowded with five or six people. Judging from the cabinets and the sundries piled up next to it, this should be a tool room. Schiller turned his head and stared at a mark on the wall. There should have been a large shovel there. Because no one had moved it for a long time, the wooden handle of the shovel left a black mark on the white wall. Facing the towel that wiped her face, Harley shook her head vigorously, got rid of the nurse’s hand, and put down one end of the shovel. Then, she used one hand to push her bloody hair to the back of her head, and said with a “sneer”: “Believe me, I gave that bastard a hard blow, and he will definitely lose a leg! He might even die from heavy bleeding!” Her voice was crisp and a little bit of a natural smokey voice, but the indifference and bad smile in her tone made people feel cold on their backs. Gordon covered his eyes, his expression wrinkled together. He bent down, put his hands on Harley’s shoulders, and said to her: “Ms. Quinzel, I told you a long time ago that you can’t be so violent…” “Is it the same when facing a murderer?” Harley looked into Gordon’s eyes and said: “If the police don’t use violence against murderers, how do you plan to stop crime?” Gordon opened his mouth, as if he didn’t know how to refute this sentence, but then, as if he remembered something, he stared at Harley’s face and said: “Murderer, you saw the murderer?… Wait, how do you know he is a murderer?” Harley was a little impatient with the nurse’s action of wiping her face. She threw away the heavy shovel in her hand, took the towel from the nurse, and rubbed her face twice, making her delicate facial features smeared with blood like a little cat. She exhaled with her lips, blew away the hair in front of her, hugged her arms and said: “That idiot came to the hospital three times in two weeks, and took the same route. Didn’t you think I didn’t notice it?”
“Not to mention his expression and movements, it’s like ‘I’m going to do bad things here’…”
“Let me guess, he probably planned to lie on the awning on the third floor, knock on the window to call someone over, and then give him a knife.” Harley stretched out her hands toward the sky and said, “How stupid and boring! “
Gordon’s eyes widened in shock, but Harley curled her lips and said, “Don’t look at me with that expression. As soon as he came for the second time, I knew what he was going to do, so I waited here specially to give him Hit him.”
“You already knew what he was going to do. Why…why didn’t you tell the police or the head nurse?”
“You will think I’m crazy.” Harry shrugged nonchalantly and said, “Before my parents were murdered, I told them that my uncle was interested in their property and planned to kill them with his car. Pick me up from school and kill me.”
“I even told them which intersection he planned to attack, but they just didn’t believe it and wanted to die on their own.”
“It’s a pity that my stupid uncle didn’t even notice that I put a knife behind his driver’s seat in advance. His blood made the windshield blurry.”
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The atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet, or in other words, it became icy.
In Gotham, killing and being killed are actually very common things, but they are all grudges between adults. It is rare for adults to kill children. A thin girl, in front of such a It is even more astonishing to tell how he killed adults in front of many people.
Gordon sighed deeply. In fact, he had heard this story a long time ago. Harley Quinzel was actually one of the “kind-hearted girls” he picked up.
Perhaps, some people still remember that on a stormy night in Gotham, several houses collapsed on Poyulu Street. In fact, that was not an exception. Many old communities were destroyed in the typhoon. Harley’s house The house is one of them.
Her street was severely affected by the disaster. Gordon led the police to rescue the disaster. As soon as he entered, he saw a little girl sitting on the ruined wall eating bread. Next to it lay two bodies that had been smashed to death. No. The person who was killed by the collapsing building had his head smashed in by a baseball bat with a spike.
After being identified by the local gangs, those two people were wanderers, that is, people who did not belong to any gang and did not follow any rules. They stole here and there every day and did bad things when they got the chance. They were the most unpopular people on the street. mouse.
At that time, when she saw Gordon coming, the little girl patted her butt and stood up. Before Gordon could ask, she said a lot. Probably, she had a premonition that there was going to be a typhoon, so she ran away in advance. When she came out, the two mice tried to kidnap her during the chaos, but she knocked them to death.
Then, the little girl led a group of policemen to start the disaster relief effortlessly. She knew exactly how many people were buried under each house, which room they were roughly in when the collapse occurred, which people were worth saving and which ones were probably dead long ago.
Gordon was amazed when he saw it. Even in Gotham, which is full of eccentric geniuses, this kind of situation is extremely rare.
Later, I heard that both her parents were dead, her uncle was killed by her when he tried to seize the property, and other relatives and various jackals who wanted to compete for the property were all killed by her in various ways.
This underage and very thin little girl, in the chaos of Gotham, managed to preserve a large inheritance by herself, which is simply a miracle.
Gordon cherished talents and didn’t want Harley to go astray, so he wanted to send her to school. However, ordinary schools couldn’t handle such students, so he sent Harley to school first. Gotham University’s technical training school.
Later, the crazy virus broke out and the citizens became passive. Batman developed the antidote and had to inject it one by one. Medical resources were in short supply and there were no nurses. He asked all the women of the right age that Gordon knew. Those who could not escape his harassment became kind-hearted nurses, including Harley.
Harley was quite willing to go with the flow. It only took her less than two days to master the infusion. Then she became impatient to stay in the training class and play with a bunch of brats, so she asked Ge to do it. Den took her to Wayne Hospital.
Harley insisted that she was 16 years old, but Gordon suspected that she might be just 14 years old, or even 13 years old, but in any case, she was younger than all the intern nurses at Wayne Hospital, but she still did Gotta be better than everyone else.
The head nurse likes this little girl very much. Harley’s fiery temper makes her very suitable to take over her duty. Therefore, now Harley’s body and face are covered in blood, and the head nurse is also very angry.
The head nurse collected the towel full of blood and threw it into the basin with a “pop” sound. In an instant, everyone present stiffened. The short head nurse said coldly. explain:
“The hospital is for treating illnesses. Everyone who comes here should come here to seek treatment, not to kill people! Is this murderer coming so many times for fear that the overcrowded hospital is not crowded enough?”
“He actually stepped on the awning, leaving blood all over the floor without laying anything?! The only ones who can compare with his sense of hygiene are those surgeons!”
“Well, I’m sorry, ma’am…” Gordon interrupted the angry head nurse. He said somewhat submissively: “Well… should we ask about the murderer first? Harley! Harley! Did you see the murderer? What’s his face?”
“I saw him, but I don’t recognize him.” Harley shook her head slightly and said, “He has blond hair, brown eyes, and a somewhat funny mask. He is very tall, but his movements are very lame.”
“Mask, what kind of mask?” a voice came from the crowd.
Harley instinctively turned her head to look in the direction of the sound. The moment she saw Schiller, she was stunned for two seconds.
The thin figure swooped behind Gordon and bared his teeth at Schiller, like a frightened cat.