Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 106 A Strange Agreement (23)

"Lynn, did you find something interesting?"

Harleen stood up generously, raised her hands lightly, and turned around in a circle: "What's wrong, is there anything wrong with me?"

Lynn remained motionless: "No, I just think the color of your hair looks good."

"Really, thank you, Ni's bracelet is also good."

Harleen made a small joke, and Lynn shook the handcuffs twice in response.

"Then, the formal treatment will start next, Lynn, you know what I'm talking about, right."

When facing Lynn, Harleen always seems to be inexplicably happy, or in a slightly excited state.

At least, in the eyes of the two guards, Dr. Harleen never seemed to be like this when facing other patients...

How to describe this...a natural smile?

That's right.

A natural, easy smile.

……

"Ugh……"

Lynn sighed softly, and leaned back on the back of the chair: "I've also received two conversation therapy sessions, so don't take me for a fool.

Of course I know what you're talking about. I'm mentally ill, not out of my mind. "

Nodding with a pursed smile, Harleen exaggeratedly put up a thumbs up, and gave Lynn a thumbs up with one eye closed.

"Cough. Hmm..."

Crossing one leg over the other, Harleen changed her sitting position, cleared her throat, and asked Lynn a few common sense questions as usual, and after taking notes one by one, she opened the notebook. Next page, smiling and looking up at Lynn.

"Then, next, I will ask you some... not so conventional questions. You can choose not to answer, but, I hope you can answer, can you?"

"Okay."

Lynn also grinned: "You know everything."

"Then, the first question."

Harleen folded her elbows on the table, looked at Lynn and said, "Do you like to cook by yourself, or do you have a favorite restaurant?"

Lynn was taken aback.

The script is wrong.

Shouldn't you be asking: Do you look in a man's face when he ends his life?

Do you like the color or taste of blood?
Do you feel the thrill of destroying existing things?

Do you pursue the choice of vengeance?
For the act of law enforcement in the dark, do you think it is a crime?

……

That's the question I should be asking!
"Forehead……"

Lin En was asked, and he hesitated for quite a while when asked such a simple question, such a normal and casual question.

"I... It's okay, I will eat whatever the kitty buys."

Harleen's eyes lit up, and she quickly wrote down something in her notebook.

Looking at the shaking pencil and the moving distance, this is still a large paragraph of text.

Lynn regrets that she has no relevant skills that can be used here to see what she wrote.

If it doesn't work... let the Wang Wang team out?

Touching his stomach, Lin En thought for a while, and let it go.

"Ok."

After taking notes, Harleen started to ask the next question: "You think my hair color is very good, do you like this color?"

"Uh... I think it looks natural."

With a rustling sound, she jotted down a lot of words.

Lynn struggled to answer the next few questions.Because...that question is too normal.

So normal, Lynn was also in a trance, thinking that he was a normal person.

Can't it...is it so powerful?Just cure me like this? !
The movement of raising his hand pulled the iron chain on his wrist, and Lynn's movement of scratching his head failed.So he could only lower his head and rub the corner of the table with his head.

When she looked up again, Harleen looked at him with a pleasant smile on her face: "You like this too!"

what?
what?
like that?

Where is this going?

Lin En's thoughts turned back and forth, and finally he felt that this might be because his thinking was too divergent.

"Haileen, if it doesn't work, you can prescribe me some tranquilizers or something, I feel like something is wrong with me."

Lynn fell into a level of self-doubt and insisted convincingly that it was his problem.

At this time, Harleen seemed to have finished her question, put down the pen and paper, packed it up, and put it carefully in her briefcase.

This is the end?Then today's treatment is really easy, although I don't quite understand it.

"Okay, then, let's start the formal question and answer, the kind that needs to be included in the file~"

Harleen opened the laptop in front of her, shaking Lynn into a daze.

formal?What happened just now?Informal Q&A?
"Lin, can I call you that?"

"Whatever you want."

"What are you looking for, Lin?"

"Camera."

"Hahaha, there is only surveillance over there, there are no cameras."

Harleen pointed to the corner of the wall, cleared her throat again, and said, "Lin, are you afraid of something?"

Whoops!

Lynn came alive.

This question is right, it seems to be a normal question.

Therefore, Lynn quickly entered the state and nodded seriously: "Yes."

"What you are afraid of is some kind of future or some kind of past, whether it has been affecting you.

Is what you are doing related to what you are afraid of? "

Quite normal psychological questions. However, such questions are not all guided by a large number of random questions. With the blessing of conversation skills, the other party is allowed to relax their vigilance. Does it not stimulate the emotions of the interviewee, but also get the answer you want?
Why is this asked so simply and straightforwardly? It's a bit perfunctory.

"The thing I fear... is my past."

Lynn's eyes looked into the empty air: "When I was very young, I had a beautiful family and beautiful relatives.

After they died, my uncle Jules adopted me.He is very good to me, as good as his own son.

I had a hard time getting close to him for a long time and my uncle was trying to change my attitude towards him.

It was... the winter of a certain year, probably around Christmas.

The first winter after losing my parents, my uncle brought me a present.

A beautifully patterned boomerang made of walnut.

He said, I should go out and see more, can't stay in the house all the time.

Ah... I believed him, I actually believed him! "

Lynn's emotions suddenly became agitated, and the two guards standing behind raised their guns at the same time.

"Ugh……"

Lynn continued: "I walked out of the house that protected me, I opened the gate and stepped on the snow.

Me, threw that boomerang. "

"Then, what happened later."

"Later...

The boomerang never came back, and I lived in constant fear. "

pat.

Lynn looked back and saw a guard's gun dropped to the ground.

"Be careful, why are you so unprofessional?"

"Yes, yes, sorry, Mr. Lynn, I will pay attention next time."

"And next time? If it goes off and you can't find the bullet, I don't think you can sleep in your life."

There was a clapping of applause, and Lynn turned around. Harleen was just finishing the applause, and still gave a thumbs up gesture: "It's a good story."

"So-so, do you have any questions? This place is too dark, and I'm a little afraid of boomerangs."

"Hahahaha, yes, wait for me to see, the next question is...

Ah, there is.Lynn, why do you have such a big change? In your life, is there an event that affects you and makes you change, or a point in time? If so, what is that event and do you exist? What about subjective deliberate behavior? "

Still asking straightforward questions, it sounds like you are pointing at the words and reading them out.

Don't worry...

"Yes. Changing... is actually not a difficult thing.

You just have to keep doing certain things. "

"for example."

"for example……

Sleep eight hours a day, drink at least four glasses of water, get an hour in the sun every day, read a book for half an hour, do exercise three times a week, kill someone and cut his face and paste it on your own, every day Meditate for 10 minutes.

As long as you keep doing these things, change will happen naturally. "

"Hmm... sounds like there's a project that's going to be difficult to complete..."

"It's true that there are always cloudy days, and it's not realistic to bask in the sun every day."

pat.

Lynn turned his head again, and another guard's gun also fell.

"Cut~ What a professional team."

Lin En curled his lips in disdain, and when he turned his head, he saw Harleen curling her lips in disdain, and agreed with him very much.

"Lin, is your real age what you look like?"

"Of course not, I'm actually 24 years old, but I have a 19-year-old body."

"Really."

"Really, it's buried in the cellar of my house."

"Oh? Ah! Hahahaha! Don't be like this, if I really believe it, it will be difficult to change the file after uploading~"

"Hee hee hee……"

"Lin, what the hell are you..."

"what?"

"It's nothing."

Harleen seemed to be blushing inexplicably, covering her face with concealment, and tidying up the documents and other things on the table indiscriminately.

"That's all for today's treatment."

"So far? Treatment?"

Lynn gave a double chin.

This... so far, it's been spent in questions and answers. It's only 15 minutes. What kind of treatment can you do? Besides, you didn't heal me!
"Do you really have a psychiatrist's license to practice medicine? This treatment...why didn't I feel it...

Are you sure it's therapy?Not speech therapy? "

"I am sure."

Ignoring the warning from the guards in the back row, Harleen walked up to Lynn, bent down, lowered her head, and looked into Lynn's eyes: "I'm sure the treatment is very effective. It's great."

"Um... okay, you think so."

"Forest."

"Ok?"

"looks good."

"Hey, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Harleen straightened up, backed away slowly, and let the guards come and unchain Lynn, and was escorted out just like he was escorted in.

"See you tomorrow, Lin."

"You're not a big treasure..."

"Lin, what did you say~"

"No. See you tomorrow."

"See you every day."

"I told you that you are not Dabao..."

Lynn was escorted out of the house.

Harleen stood alone by the table, gently stroking the corner of the table where Lynn rubbed her head, and when she gradually smiled, she remembered the surveillance in the room.

"Arkham...what a nuisance."

　Let me tell you that Harleen, that is, Harley Quinn, debuted as a non-published work. Because of her high popularity, she was forcibly added to the story line of the clown.

　　Then, she became a lot thinner, and the character was not so three-dimensional.

　　Harleen didn't like clowns, she knew it, and so did clowns.

　　Also: This is a long-term role.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)