The Death Knell

Since Harley doesn't need more guards, let her do as she pleases. Anyway, as long as the adjutant keeps an eye on her, if she really encounters unsolvable trouble, it's always okay to retreat.

So Su Ming gave an overview of Polaris' situation, and then listened to Harley's opinion.

"Is it bipolar disorder? But it's not bad. The symptoms now are just autism, not suicidal." Harley took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and put them on, lying on the grass and observing the patient, two His legs were still dangling behind him: "It seems that social avoidance has caused communication difficulties, but this is not a problem. Bobo is still with you, right?"

"Here, we are now on the roof of the Gotham Police Station, and he is chatting with Commissioner Gordon." Su Ming took a puff of cigarette and looked at the orangutan climbing the light pole downstairs.

"That's easy. Let's try pet therapy first. You bring the orangutan to the girl and let her play with it. Many times, animals can do things that humans can't do. They don't need language, they just need watery eyes. Just looking at humans is very tempting, especially for girls.”

The doctor pushed up her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and the glass reflected a ray of white light. She said quickly:

"The most typical "triad" of patients with depression is low mood, slow thinking, and reduced movement and speech. We first use pets to arouse her interest, and then look at the specific situation."

Since the professionals said this, Su Ming did not hesitate, put his fingers in his mouth and whistled, then rolled up Bobo with his cloak and went up to the rooftop.

The orangutan, who still had a pipe in his mouth, looked confused. He got quite wet, which may be considered a wet temptation for animal lovers.

"It's up to you, Bobo, come on." With that said, Su Ming put Bobo into Lorna's arms, grabbed her hand and put it on the orangutan's head, leading her to stroke the black hair.

"What are you doing?" Bobo twisted his lips speechlessly, looking at the communication light curtain floating aside: "It's you again, right? Crazy woman, what are you playing again?"

"You orangutan really have a dark heart. You think everyone else is a bad person." Harley threw the human skin she was playing with behind her, and the cats she raised chased the flying human face like dogs chasing Frisbees: "You You have to play a role in the team, shut up and enjoy!"

However, stroking the little pet was really effective for Lorna. She gradually calmed down and her eyes became brighter. She didn't need Su Ming to hold her hand, and she took the initiative to play with the orangutan's fur, as if she liked the feel of it.

"It seems that she has already become accustomed to her situation. Even without my help, she can adjust herself after a little time." Harley expressed her opinion again. She often saw this kind of patients when she worked in Arkham. .

Some patients will take the initiative to fight against their illness and gradually gain the ability to self-psychotherapy, and a few can even heal themselves.

"We are investigating the matter of liquid metal robots, and time is a little tight now." Deathstroke gave the orangutan a bottle of wine as a comfort, and the latter immediately calmed down.

As soon as the wine bottle was put into his mouth, he was like a baby holding a bottle in his mouth, closing his eyes happily and enjoying the service of the beautiful woman.

"In a hurry? Then try verbal stimulation. You say to her: 'The tongue likes Thai food, but the butt doesn't.'" Harley nodded again and again and came up with an idea, but this didn't sound very professional. , but more like a spoof.

But these inexplicable words were heard by Lorna. She looked at Harley in the projection and raised her hand to scratch her head, which seemed a little puzzling:

"What does it mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything. It's just an induction word that connects the human body's senses with the spiritual world." Harley took off her glasses and said that after calling it a day, the girl's condition was not considered a disease at all.

Compared with many old patients in Gotham, she can only be regarded as slightly distracted at best.

Bobo was put aside by the recovered Lorna. Looking at Polaris who was wiping the rain on his face like a normal person, and then looking at Harley with a smug smile on his face, the little Foo said in surprise:

"I didn't expect you could actually provide psychological counseling to people. I always thought you were just fooling around."

"I'm just kidding you. Although I rarely mention it, I have six doctorate degrees in clinical psychology!"

The psychiatrist started scratching the lawn with all her teeth and claws, as if she wanted to tear the orangutan's mouth apart through the screen. She turned into the personality of Gotham's little girl again, cursing and shouting:

"Apologise, you damn gorilla, apologize to me for the application fees and reference fees I spent on them in the past!"

"Hey!"

Bobo stuck out his tongue and hid behind Deathstroke, and threw a "funny" emoticon to Harley.

Lorna wiped her face with her sleeves and pushed her hair to the top of her head. Her makeup was a little bit colorful, but this did not affect her return to normal. At this time, the girl said to Deathstroke with some shame:

"Sorry, I suddenly felt uncomfortable just now. I can't remember anything. It seems like something went wrong again."

"Those are all small things." Su Ming gave her the new chocolate in his hand and patted her thin shoulder: "Come on, let's go down. Batwoman should have already negotiated with Gordon. Harley, It’s almost dawn, so don’t play too long.”

"Yeah, yeah," Harley kept nodding and cutting off the communication.

Robots that destroy the city are of course dangerous items. According to the rules, their wreckage should also be kept and contained by the police station.

But it's always easier to do things when you have acquaintances. When a few people went down from the rooftop, only Kate and Gordon were left next to a pool of silver-white liquid. The other police officers went to clean up the battlefield, as if they hadn't seen anyone here. Same as people.

"You saved me again. I owe you a lot of favors." Director Gordon was very good at smoking in the heavy rain. He sniffed hard and his thick one-line beard curled up. It was probably a brief smile, but He quickly returned to his businesslike attitude: "You can see and touch this robot, but you can't take it away."

"What if Batman comes?" Bobo deliberately argued.

"No way." Gordon is a standard good policeman. He can let Batman go into the evidence storage room and look around, but he can't even think about taking away dangerous items: "You'd better hurry up. The city still needs us."

"Jim, it's not what I said, but you should at least think more about it. These robots are not something you and the police officers can deal with. You are letting them die." Su Ming shook his head and motioned to Lorna to check the robot. He handed the chief a pack of high-end Wilson cigarettes, hooked his neck and moved him aside to chat privately.

"I will not act recklessly, nor will I let the boys die, but first we must find a way to stop the riots in the city." Gordon raised his head slightly. At this time, the sound of explosions could still be heard in the city, and gun smoke and smoke could be seen from time to time. Fire shot up into the sky: "Now that the war is still going on, even if those gang members are potential criminals, it is not their turn for the killing robots to judge them."

"Batman will naturally consider this matter. He will always save people." Deathstroke patted Gordon on the shoulder, then looked at the headless body of Dr. Santo hanging on a street light pole, and said as if he was surprised: "Well ?Jim, look who this is? How could the robot kill him so cruelly?"

The director sighed at this time and waved to several police officers to collect the body: "We don't know yet, but the clothes he wore are obviously not cheap. He may be a big shot. Alas, he is such an unlucky guy, we all are."