Chapter 1141 Professor (IV)

In the United States, the pronunciations of "Harry", "Henry", "Harry", etc. are very common and can be used by both men and women. Some variant pronunciations are also very similar.

If a billboard falls down on the roadside, among the ten people it hits, one will be named Harry, or there will be a relative named Harry at home.

So, when Schiller heard the name, he didn't react yet, but the next second, he heard Gordon's voice from downstairs: "Miss Quinzel, what's wrong with you?! Why are you covered in it? It’s all blood!”

Schiller frowned slightly. He quickly left the ward where the body was and went downstairs along the stairs. To be honest, he was also somewhat interested in the famous Harley Quinn. After all, Harley Quinzel also He is a relatively famous psychiatrist in the world of American comics.

In the comics, Harley Quinzel worked at Arkham Asylum before becoming Harley Quinn and was a very good psychiatrist.

However, Schiller remembered that the comics did not specifically describe Harley's career as a psychiatrist. They only said that she was a female academic with excellent grades and a good professional level, otherwise she would not be responsible for the Joker. Diagnosed and treated.

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 passed 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 wearing a white coat and glasses, he found that she appeared in the center of the room. Yes, she is a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.

The white girl in front of her has blood all over her head and face. Therefore, the outline of her face cannot be seen clearly, but judging from her body shape, she is not an adult at all, and she is not even the strongest among her peers. species, relatively petite in stature, and very thin.

But what was a huge contrast was that she was holding a shovel that was taller than the others in both hands. The head of the shovel was also covered with blood. There was a large blood stain on the ground, and a series of bloody footprints. The smell filled the room.

At first, Schiller was a little surprised. If this girl was Harley Quinzel, wouldn't she be the same generation as Robin?

But it’s normal to think about it. Among the more mainstream comics, Batman, Joker and Luthor are all older, Superman is younger, and The Flash is even younger.

There is no specific description of Harley Quinn's age, but judging 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 comic image, she may be 15 to 20 years old. Age difference.

Batman is 23 years old this year, and the little Harley in front of him is hard to judge the exact age, but judging from his appearance, he should be about the same as Dick, about ten years older than Batman.

At this time, the head nurse had brought a basin of water and two towels. The two adult female nurses were busy wiping the blood off Harley's 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 Gang, she was the most dexterous at the job. I thought, Wayne Hospital is the safest, so it should be It’s not something serious that’s why I asked her to come here..."

"Ms. Quinzel's performance is very good." The head nurse said while wiping little Harley's hair: "She can dispense medicines, infuse infusions, and even check prescriptions. Among the children you sent, The best performer.”

Schiller, who was standing aside, took a look at the surrounding environment. This room was not big. It was packed with five or six people standing there. Judging from the cabinets and the sundries piled next to it, it should be a room. Tool room.

Schiller turned his head and stared at a mark on the wall, where the big shovel should have been placed. Because it had not been moved for a long time, the wooden handle of the shovel left a black mark on the white wall.

Facing the towel that was wiped on 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 back her blood-stained hair, snorted, and said, "Believe me, if I give that bastard a hard blow, he will definitely lose a leg! Maybe he will lose his leg." Will die from hemorrhage!"

Her voice was crisp, with a hint of natural smokeiness, but the indifference and evil smile in her tone made people feel chills running down their backs.

Gordon covered his eyes, the expression on his face wrinkled. He bent down, put his hands on Harley's shoulders, and said to her: "Miss Quinzel, I have told you before that you can't be so violent... "

"Is this the same when facing a murderer?" Harley looked into Gordon's eyes and said, "If the police don't use violence against murderers, how are you going to stop crime?"

Gordon opened his mouth for a moment, 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: "Murder, have you seen the murderer?... Wait. Wait, how do you know he is a murderer?"

Harley was a little impatient by the nurse's action of wiping her face. She threw away the heavy shovel in her hand, took the towel from the nurse's hand, and wiped it twice on her face randomly, so that her delicate facial features , smeared with blood like a little cat.

She exhaled through her lips, blew her hair away in front of her face, crossed her arms and said, "That idiot came to the hospital three times in two weeks and still took the same route. Do you think I didn't notice it?"

"Not to mention his expression and movements, it's like he's saying 'I'm going to do something bad here'..."

"Let me guess, he was planning to lie on the awning on the third floor, knock on the window to call someone over, and then stab him." Harley stretched out her hands to 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. He just came for the second time, and I knew what he was going to do, so I waited here and stabbed him."

"You knew what he was going to do a long time ago, why... why didn't you tell the police or the head nurse?"

"You'll think I'm crazy." Harley didn't care shrugged and said, "Before my parents were murdered, I told them that my uncle had set his eyes on their property and planned to hit them with his car, then pick me up from school and kill me."

"I even told them which intersection he was going to do it at, but they just didn't believe it and went to get themselves killed."

"It's a pity that my stupid uncle didn't even notice that I had 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 rather, it froze.

In Gotham, killing and being killed are actually very common things, but they are all grudges between adults. It's rare for adults to kill children. It's even more shocking for a thin girl to tell how she killed an adult in front of so many people.

Gordon sighed deeply. Actually, he had heard this story before. Harley Quinzel was actually one of the "kind girls" he picked up.

Perhaps, some people still remember that on the night of the Gotham storm, several houses collapsed on the Poyulou Street. That was not an isolated case. Many old communities were destroyed in the typhoon, and Harley's house was 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 ruins and eating bread. Next to her were two bodies that were crushed to death. They were not killed by the collapsed building, but by a baseball bat with long spikes.

The local gang identified the two people as vagrants, that is, they did not belong to any gang, did not abide by any rules, stole here and there every day, and did bad things when they got the chance. They were the most inferior street rats.

At that time, seeing Gordon coming, the little girl patted her butt and stood up. Before Gordon asked, she said a lot of things, roughly, she had a premonition of a typhoon, so she ran out in advance, and as a result, the two mice wanted to kidnap her in the chaos, but she knocked them to death.

Then, the little girl led a group of police officers to start disaster relief with ease. She knew exactly how many people were buried under each house, which room they were in when the landslide occurred, and which people were worth saving and who were probably dead.

Gordon was amazed. Even in Gotham, which was full of weird geniuses, this situation was extremely rare.

Later, it was heard that her parents had died, her uncle wanted to seize the property and was killed by her, 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, just relied on her own strength to keep a large inheritance, which was simply a miracle.

Gordon cherishes talent and doesn't want Harley to go astray, so he wants to send her to school. However, ordinary schools can't handle such students, so he first sends Harley to the technical training school of Gotham University.

Later, the mad virus broke out, and the citizens became passive. Batman developed an antidote, which had to be injected one by one. Medical resources were in short supply, and nurses could not be found. All the women of the right age that Gordon knew were asked by him. All those who couldn't escape his harassment became kind nurses, including Harley.

Harley was quite drifting with the flow. It took her less than two days to practice the infusion set. Then, she was impatient to stay in the training class and play with a group of little kids, so she asked Gordon to send 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. In any case, she was younger than all the intern nurses in Wayne Hospital, but she did better than everyone else.

The head nurse liked this little girl very much. Harley had a hot temper and was very suitable to take over her shift. So, now Harley was covered in blood, and the head nurse was also very angry.

The head nurse collected the bloody towel and threw it into the basin, making a "pop" sound. In an instant, everyone present froze. The short head nurse said coldly:

"The hospital is for treating illnesses. Everyone who comes here should seek treatment, not to step on the ground and kill people! This murderer has come so many times, is he afraid that the overcrowded hospital is not crowded enough now?"

"He actually stepped on the awning and made the ground full of blood without laying anything?! The only people who can compare with his hygiene awareness are those surgeons!"

"Um, sorry, ma'am..." Gordon interrupted the angry head nurse, and he said timidly: "Well... should we ask about the murderer first? Harley! Harley! Did you see the murderer's face? What does he look like?"

"I saw him, but I don't know him." Harley shook her head slightly and said: "Blonde hair, brown eyes, wearing a funny mask, very burly, but very clumsy movements."

"Mask, what kind of mask?" A voice came from the crowd.

Harley instinctively turned her head to look at the direction of the voice, and when she saw Schiller, she was stunned for two seconds.

The thin figure "whooshed" and rushed behind Gordon, baring his teeth at Schiller, like a frightened cat.