All Worlds Madhouse

The word "still" is not accurate, but at this moment, I don't know what other words can be used instead.

In short, this street is still next to 22nd Street. There are still no road signs, no light posts, no names, and still no one comes to visit. Therefore, even if an inconspicuous hospital suddenly appeared in this alley, no one would find it so unexpected.

Quinn opened her eyes. Originally, she was still in a sweet sleep, but she suddenly woke up.

Because, she smelled a smell, a familiar but unique smell, they were calling to her in the air.

So, Quinn stood up suddenly and opened the curtains of his room. Outside the window was a wall and two trash cans stacked side by side. A wild cat was frightened by this sudden behavior and immediately jumped off the window sill and got in. In the dark.

In fact, what Quinn saw was no different from seeing nothing at all. However, she seemed extremely happy because she knew that she was finally back.

"Are we there?" Hannibal's voice came from outside the door.

Normally, Ziliang would be the first to shout about this, but this time, for some unknown reason, he didn't speak out.

Harley Quinn didn't pay attention, but walked to the dressing table first and put on makeup for herself. Although the makeup was still weird, she did it very carefully.

Then Quinn opened the door

"Hi, darlings, good morning everyone!" She greeted uncharacteristically, and then he saw everyone in Ziliang's office sitting together, even the jigsaw came. Everyone was looking at him meaningfully, while Ziliang was smoking with bitterness and hatred.

Ziliang was very confused, why did the compass come to Gotham again? Doesn't it know that as long as Harley Quinn meets that man, she will definitely leave the hospital without hesitation?

"Well, looking at you like this, do you know where this place is just by smelling it?" Ziliang asked.

"Of course. This kind of taste cannot be imitated by just any city. Also, you don't look that happy."

"How can you be happy?" Ziliang muttered: "If I guess correctly, you are going to find your little pudding."

Quinn was inexplicably stunned for a moment: "Of course, do I have anything else to do?" She responded, as if she was asked a stupid question.

"And what if you find it?"

"With him, of course?" Quinn said with a smile, then seemed to fall into some dirty happy fantasy.

"Does that mean you are leaving us?" It was Shirley who said this. Although she is very young, to be honest, she and Quinn have a very good relationship on weekdays. After all, Hanni The cat is in the kitchen when nothing happens, and no one wants to stay in Ziliang's office when nothing happens.

Quinn showed an expression that was hard to describe, and she hugged Shirley.

"Baby, I feel sorry for you too, but... just like the fish want to return to the flood season, and the birds want to return to their hometown, people always have a place they must go back to, and that place is their destination," Quinn said.

"But."

"No but." Quinn interrupted the other party with a smile: "I will go find him. The reason why I am here is to find him. I have never been confused about this, so... I will take the first step, oh , I will go to say goodbye to old Joey, so I will leave first."

With that said, Quinn straightened up. One second her expression was immersed in sadness, and the next second she looked as excited as if she had won the lottery.

"If you are not in a hurry to leave, you can travel here. Gotham City is still very nice." She waved her hand and walked out of the hospital.

Everyone watched as her enchanting figure disappeared from sight.

"Don't you want to find a way to stop her?" Hannibal said calmly.

"How to stop? Kill her on the spot." Ziliang said while smoking a cigarette: "But since Luo Pan brought her here, that is to say, Luo Pan feels that she should come back, maybe it is an evolution, maybe it is a choice, in short this time , none of us can help her, everything depends on herself."

The streets of Gotham have always been like this. Except for those parts that were rebuilt after being blown down, they are all terribly old.

Quinn walked out of the alley, and then walked into a convenience store.

"Don't worry, I'm not killing people today." She said hello casually as she passed by the cashier, then walked straight to the container, took a fruit knife, and took a lollipop and opened the package on the spot. Hold it in your mouth.

"I wish you good health." She said hello to the cashier again when she walked out of the convenience store.

But, just when she was about to open the door and leave.

"Miss, you haven't paid yet." The convenience store clerk said suddenly.

Harley Quinn's hand froze on the doorknob. She turned her head to the man in confusion.

"Pay?" She asked doubtfully, as if she heard wrongly.

"Yes, eight cents total, cash or credit card?"

Quinn hesitated for a moment and walked to the cashier: "Sorry, I don't have any money."

"No money?" The clerk was stunned: "Then you...then you can't take those things out."

"Yes, my mother taught me when I was a child that you need money to buy things. But are you new to this city? Don't you know me?" She asked again in a reminding way, and at the same time, she didn't forget to shake her head. She shook her double ponytails of different colors and showed a smile that she thought was very charming.

"I'm sorry, I have lived in Gotham for 20 years. Also, in normal times I would definitely like to get to know you, or even get to know you deeply, but now I work for a total of eight cents. If you don't pay me, Just put those things back on the shelf." The clerk said mockingly.

Clearly, he had no idea what he was inviting.

About three minutes later, Quinn walked out of the convenience store with a lollipop in her mouth and looked at the buildings on the street. She was a little confused. A person who had lived in Gotham City for 20 years actually asked herself to pay?

In the past, they had to take the initiative to pay themselves.

When Quinn walked to the corner of the street, an alarm seemed to sound in the convenience store behind him. It was probably the passerby who had just passed by who entered the store to buy something and called the police.

Quinn didn't pay much attention. She took advantage of the time she was waiting for the red light to pick up a newspaper on the bench by the roadside and wiped the blood on the blade of the knife.

"Could it be that this Gotham is different from my own Gotham?"