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"Crazy, this is a very interesting modifier. Definitely, some people say this is a noun and a symbolic word."

Dianwen looked at the only light source in the room and smiled brightly, but even the mask couldn't stop the darkness hidden underneath.

“Many people use the word crazy recklessly. It’s as if after using this word, they become who they want to be.

Think of yourself as crazy and use 'madness' to decorate yourself; worship madness and use it as a cloak; cover up cowardice and flatter others;"

"There are too many people like this."

Having said this, he suddenly turned his head, looked at Harleen Quinzel, and said with a smile: "Ms. Harleen, as a psychiatrist, what is your view on madness?"

Hearing Dian ask this question, Harleen Quinzel had a happy look on her face.

In her opinion, this may be a kind of recognition.

"Crazy, I always think that is the instinct hidden in the human heart. Everyone has it, it just depends on how much."

"Well, that's a good answer."

Dianwen nodded and continued to raise his head to the ceiling.

"But others believe that madness depends on circumstances and experiences."

"Environment? Hahahahaha!" He laughed suddenly, his words full of sarcasm, "People all over the world should really think about what they have done."

"People are trying to change their surrounding environment every day. 70% of people are eager to climb up and want power, money, and beautiful women. Definitely, some people want beautiful men~々

"When they get these, the environment around them naturally changes."

"But in the process of changing the environment, most people don't mind doing crazy things if possible."

"BBA..."

boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the belt that was tightly wrapped around his hands was easily broken free by Brother Wen and torn off.

Harleen Quinzel panicked and wanted to get up and flee, but Dianwen's movement stopped her.

Brother Wen reached out and stroked Harleen Quinzel's cheek, looking at her with admiration.

“What do these ‘crazy’ things have to do with the environment?”

At the moment, Harleen Quinzel has completely forgotten about Dianwen being a dangerous criminal.

She said happily: "So, do you agree with my point of view?"

Dianwen smiled softly and said: "I agree, I definitely agree. But that's not all."

He put his hand over his mask.

"What kind of face will be behind this mask? If your point of view is really correct, whose face do you think should be the least likely to appear behind this mask?"

"..."

Harleen Quinzel hesitation.

She felt that this question was so important that if she answered it wrong, she might lose this opportunity forever.

...

MA......

Time passed slowly, and Dianwen did not hurry.

After tearing off the straps on his legs, he sat quietly on the restraint bed, looking directly at Harleen Quinzel, waiting for her answer.

After an unknown amount of time, Harleen Quinzel suddenly stood up and took off her glasses.

Then, as if a switch was turned on, ten rays of madness and fanaticism appeared in her originally wise and calm eyes.

She stretched out her hands, held Dianwen's mask, and kissed it without hesitation.

Although she felt the cold texture of the mask, her heart felt as hot as fire.

It didn't last long, just a slight tap. She took a step back and stared at Dian Wen.

"I can't guess, but no matter whose face is behind this mask. I want to dance crazily with you!"

"`.Good answer!"

The smile on the corner of Dianwen's mouth bloomed completely, showing extreme madness and cruelty.

puff!

There was a sound of flesh entering, but it was not the sound of cutting with a sharp instrument, but more like the feeling of forcing it in with a blunt instrument.

Harleen Quinzel's eyes widened, and she lowered her head in disbelief, looking at the [Suicide Baseball Bat] inserted into her chest.

"..."

Life passed by, her body lost all strength, and Harleen Quinzel fell backwards before she could even finish her last sentence.

However, before she collapsed completely, Dianwen's hand reached out and hugged her waist.

He took off his mask, revealing his true face and his bright smile.

"Ha (hao Zhaohao) Li, let's see if your theory is correct, Guang.

“Absolutely correct!”

Sudden!

Harleen Quinzel's head, which had been tilted back suddenly, suddenly raised and looked at Dianwen.

The crazy smile, the silver twintails, the curvy figure, the red and blue eye shadow, everything is so familiar.

Harleen Quinzel, no, Harley Quinn...is resurrected!

At the same time, the (suicide baseball bat) originally inserted into her chest also disappeared.

Dianwen smiled and said: "Welcome back, my crazy woman."

Harley grinned and said, "Master, it really hurts. As compensation, how about a dance?"

"my pleasure!".