Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Are you sure you really want to be like me?"

Joker with a stun in his hand, he asked.

Harleen was lying on the cold operating table, nodding her head frantically.

Seeing this, the Joker imitated the loud voice of the narrator on the stage and said: "Okay! Ladies and gentlemen! The new Harleen Quezel is coming! I will call her - Harley Quinn! Please! expect!"

After he finished speaking, he activated the electric shocker in his hand that had specially released the high-voltage restriction, and pressed it on Harleen's body.

pain.

The pain came first, and Harry's eyes widened, the shock would be unbearable pain. This is one of the accepted facts, and now, what she is going through is a voluntary electrocution, and unlike those looking for excitement, she has no safety measures in place. This also means that when you die, you really die.

But over time, the pain started to gradually turn into something else. Joker began to whisper in her ear: "Yes, Harley. Feel the pain, that's one of our cornerstones..."

He Shenyan has no way of knowing whether Harry has become like him. But the images in Harry's mind were another matter.

She was in extreme pain, that is, the double torment of body and mind, and released them by electrocution. But she didn't get the ultimate thesis of his philosophy, as the Joker thought: Everyone has a bad day.

Instead, she saw countless loves. The love fills her world.

Raging through her body, gradually turning the twitching current of her electricity into pure love. The world she saw in her eyes also began to change greatly, and the face of the clown gradually changed into a huge pudding made of candy. These are the delicacies that she dreamed of in her childhood, but now no one will carefully buy her a small pudding to eat without her father.

The world began to become colorful, her pupils dilated and dwindled. The clown stopped the electric shock. He carefully observed the girl with a silly smile on his face, patted the electric shocker in his hand, and muttered: "Huh? ?"

"Forget it." He shrugged, with a wild smile on his face again, threw the stunner aside, and walked out of the room himself.

Leaving Halle alone in pain recalls the situation she just saw, the world is so illusory, yet so beautiful. After a long time, she got up. Picked up the stunner thrown by the Joker.

She turned on the switch and pressed it on herself. She wanted to see the world again, to escape this cold and malicious place against her. Even death is at stake.

He Shenyan stood aside, and he watched the whole process of the girl becoming Harley Quinn step by step in silence. Escape is people's first choice, and when faced with danger and pain, few people will face them head-on.

This is the selection in our genes. Those who do not know to escape in the face of danger have long been eliminated by those dangerous beasts in history. Just like people who are afraid of snakes, their ancestors must have been bitten by snakes. This fear even passed through countless years and came to future generations.

But Harley's situation is not so simple.

She first escaped—by her own efforts, leaving the Gotham neighborhood where she grew up, for one. No longer go back to worship your parents, this is the second. Most importantly, she ditched her original name.

But she also resisted, although she chose to hurt her own. The mage wasn't interested in knowing what the world looked like in her eyes, but he was very interested in the dialog.

When he came to Bruce's office, he found that Harry had been talking to a voice inside of him. He knew what Halle used to be, and in fact, if she was still in Arkham, the wizard wouldn't mind killing her. But she wasn't there, and she looked like she was about to reform herself.

He Shenyan simply listened to her heart with curiosity.

There are a million different voices in her mind talking, whispering. They are male and female, old and young, all different. The mage even found out that they were both speaking different things, but Harley had been talking to something called a dialog.

When the mage arrived, the dialog said to Harry, "I know him."

"Really? Who is he?"

"A mage who has traveled in many different worlds. Didn't expect to come to your world... oh, those are things that will happen in the future. I think I missed that. Forget what I just said."

"It's okay, Dialog, only you and I know about it. Hey, you said, if I asked him for a giant pink teddy bear, would he say yes? I wanted one a long time ago!"

The dialog box pondered for a while, and said: "Judging by his character, he will agree. His reputation is actually quite good. You can try it, of course, I don't guarantee that he will use spells to turn you into one. A chair or something."

"What? Didn't you just say he was a good man?"

"Harry, I didn't say that at all, not to mention, I haven't seen him with my own eyes. I've only seen some fragments of his experience. We have discussed the definition of a good person and a bad person many times, and a few words. It's impossible to tell a person."

"Then what's his name?"

"He Shenyan."

"What a tongue-in-cheek name."

"Stop doing this, haven't you learned Chinese long ago?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't stop me from being tongue-in-cheek. It's like I know your existence is suspicious, but I can still be friends with you."

"...You are too naive, little girl." Dialog said helplessly.

Time passed slowly and came to the moment when Harry committed suicide. Since she killed herself, the dialog has disappeared. But those countless voices were still echoing in her heart~www.novelmt.com~ The Master listened carefully. There were not many sentences he could distinguish. Such as the following.

"My child, on the day you were born, your name whispered in the forests of Lordaeron: 'Arthas...'"

"I was called and I had to respond, as always..."

"For the Emperor!"

"The fire has gradually extinguished, but Wang Ying is not in sight..."

"I think I'm scared, nun."

"I have touched the stars, I have witnessed the rays of thousands of suns, and now, I am blinded by this elegance, so how can my goal... not be dark?"

These words often carry a little faith, or a heavy story. He Shenyan must admit that not only did he come to Halle's consciousness space because of the dialog that he knew about his past and future, but also because these voices really caught his attention.

But now... he looked at the twitching Harry on the operating table and decided it was time to end the drama.