Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Harley's acting skills are very poor, which is the consensus reached by Batman and He Shenyan.

In fact, it can no longer be described as clumsy. She looked flustered and at a loss. Holding the huge pink teddy bear in his arms, he seemed eager to stuff himself into it. She stammered and replied, "Dialog? What is that? I don't know what you're talking about..."

The mage looked her in the eyes, and for a moment, Batman thought he would use mind control on Harry as well as himself, or simply flip through her memories.

But he didn't, quite the opposite. There seems to be some other emotion in his eyes, is it pity? Batman can't tell. But he was well aware of another thing.

He Shenyan said to Harry slowly, "You are lying."

"How do you know I'm lying? Could it be that you and I are a professional? Hey, mage, you're just a two-handed trick! Psychology isn't for everyone!" Harley retorted him loudly, bat At a glance, Xia could see the guilty conscience on her face that was hiding behind her strong support.

She is indeed lying...

"I can read minds." The mage replied lightly.

Harry looked at him and stood up suddenly. The teddy bear, which had been regarded as a treasure before, fell to the ground. She sat back in the chair again, expressionless. She looked at the mage and said, "Did you read my memory?"

"Generally speaking, I don't do it unless it's necessary."

"Do you—have—look at my memory!" she screamed.

"Does it matter to you whether or not it is?"

Harry gritted his teeth, glaring stubbornly at the mage. Tears flowed from her eyes again, but this time, the bottle of eye drops was not in her hands.

She replied in a low voice, "Yes, it's important to me."

"No. Would you be satisfied with me saying this?" the Master replied with his hands behind his back.

"I don't believe you." She took out a knife from her bosom, and Batman's pupils shrank, and immediately rushed over from behind the desk. But Harry moved faster than him, stabbing her own throat with a knife before he arrived, and then twisting and pulling away. The strength and determination are unbelievable.

Blood splattered, and it wasn't the first time Batman saw this. He had seen many ways to die, but Harley's expression was calm when she died. It was as if she had already decided that she was going to do it.

Blood spurted out, staining his floor and desk red, and many even flew to the ceiling.

Batman turned his head and looked at the mage, his eyes full of anger: "You can obviously save her - don't say you didn't react!"

"Yes, but it's my choice to save or not to save, isn't it? You don't have the right to choose for me, and you don't have the right to force me. Actually...you'd better get out of the way."

He answered coldly.

The mage beckoned to Harley's corpse, and her lingering corpse floated up and flew towards him.

He Shenyan folded his hands together, and the magic power dyed his hands black. He hadn't used this spell in a long time, but it was too easy to resurrect a mortal. A black light flashed past, and Harry opened her eyes. She took a sharp breath and sat up, her eyes filled with confusion and confusion.

He Shenyan put her on Batman's desk, Harley raised her hands, she looked at her palms in confusion, and said, "I... what's wrong with me?"

The wizard lost his patience, and he did not answer the question. Instead, he took a step forward, bringing his right index finger and **** together and touching it on Harry's forehead.

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It was the first time for He Shenyan to rashly enter the consciousness of a mentally ill patient.

In the past, most of the times he faced lunatics and psychopaths, he killed things. The few who need to ask for information are only pulling out their souls to force themselves to speak.

This place is wicked - really wicked.

This was his first feeling after coming here. Underfoot are white cotton candy clouds, huge and sweet. The sky was pink, and the sun was like a giant yellow billiard ball, which had been dug out and hung in the sky with a white bra strap.

He looked down, and most of the buildings on the ground were crooked and had different styles. Some look like cute styles straight out of a fairy tale world, while others look like abandoned buildings like in horror games. But they all have one thing in common, they are both Arkham Asylums.

At the top of all the buildings was a large neon sign with the words Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Psychopaths flashing frantically, while a distorted lullaby reverberated.

The mage jumped down and started walking. He found that the ground here was solid ground for a while, and then turned into a substance similar to rubber ooze. In conscious space, most spells do not work. But powerful spells would destroy the balance here, so he had to start walking on his feet after a long absence.

He came to the pink fairytale-style building with rounded doors, windows and corners. Open the door and look inside.

It was pitch-dark inside, but even a mental patient's conscious space had to pay attention to a logical normality and a basic law. Even though everything here looks so chaotic, at least Harry knows that there needs to be sun and clouds, and buildings have to have doors and windows.

therefore...

The mage takes a step forward ~www.novelmt.com~ into the darkness. He stretched out his hand and fumbled for a while on the wall beside the door, and sure enough he found a switch. After opening, the interior brightened up. But the scenery here is not necessarily more normal than outside.

Even worse. The scenery that can be described by these two words can be imagined.

The nearest place to him was a reception desk with iron railings, and there was a little candy man sitting inside, chubby and chubby, and even blush on his face. But without eyes.

After the mage turned on the light, it looked over, the O-shaped mouth opened and closed, and asked in a shrill voice, "Are you here for an interview or an interview?"

"Oh...wait."

It suddenly lowered its head and looked at a piece of paper in front of it, which was blank. Then he raised his head to look at the teacher, and even held up the paper to compare carefully: "Well, yes. Oh, why didn't you say that you came to work earlier? After entering, turn right, and the second room is your office. Things are already in there for you."

"Your first day at work, I wish you luck. Our last doctor went crazy three days ago, let's see how long you can last." The cute-looking little sugar man said weakly, then waved his hand to signal the mage to hurry up Click in.