Chapter 2178: Split personality

In the small dark room, a gloomy voice was slowly telling some truths. I don't know why, but I always feel that the owner of the voice is a bit paranoid.
"Biologists say that tigers have no natural enemies in nature. They are the top hunters, with a body designed to kill, and a hunter's mind."
The voice said so, as if he was stating an axiom in a teaching tone.
And the second voice seemed helpless and perfunctory: "Uh, uh, good."
The owner didn't care about the previous voice. In the darkness, another sentence sounded like a babble at midnight:
"A madman is a tiger in human society. He has the same killing nature. He will not be troubled by guilt or compassion. Instead, he will devote all his mind to perfecting his hunting skills, so serial killers will eventually be exhausted by inspiration. And self-defeating because they can no longer surpass themselves."
"But what does this have to do with you?" The owner of the second voice lacks confidence. He may be a disabled person or a dwarf. He is out of breath when speaking, and looks a little funny.
The former was silent for a while, and then the sound of'ticacaka' came from the darkness, as if he was holding his smile and grinding his teeth: "Because I know that there is a kind of prey that will never be caught by a tiger. It is a mammal. The only winged animal, a unique bat! Any madman wants a bat!"
"So? You want to kill Batman too?" the short-breathed man asked again.
"Do you mean that we are also psychopathic serial killers? No, I'm not interested in bats anymore. I just want some fun, some lively scenes." The third said in a slightly crazy voice, and he whispered. Chis laughter: "Hehe, Batman is the big boss of the Justice League. If he gives the Justice League a holiday, everyone can come to my birthday party!"
This is the scene that Su Ming saw when he returned to DC. In the dark room, Hallie was talking to herself.
She played three roles, one is herself, one is Bernie the Beaver, and the other is Doctor Quezel.
The girl was sitting next to the round table in the living room. There was a super small cupcake on the table with an extinguished colored candle inserted in the cream of the cake.
She didn't turn on the light after blowing out the candle, instead she fell into self-pity.
She put on glasses and switched her personality to Dr. Quezel, put forward a certain scientific hypothesis, and then played the role of a doll, biting the tabletop in her mouth to ask and answer herself, and finally sat up straight and turned back to Halle to give the final answer, indicating that she might There is a crazy plan.
Maybe it was bombing the Hall of Justice, maybe it was going out to make trouble, who knows.
For her, Bernie the Beaver is alive, an objective third person who is on the sidelines, can talk to her through psychic abilities, and even moves sometimes.
But in fact, it was all her own questions and answers, and the movement of the doll was also what she fiddled with, but after moving the poor plush toy, she deliberately forgot about it and created the phenomenon that it can move.
Because a lot of the contents of over the wall, only the can understand her, so she really likes this poor worm that is half burnt.
Its status is only a little lower than that of Plant Girl, and it also belongs to her little treasure.
"Do you know that I'm coming back to put on a special performance here? Madness and unspeakable loneliness? Thank you, it's really dark as a welcome ceremony."
Su Ming walked out of the windowless bedroom and turned on the light in the living room. The messy scene was no longer hidden.
The clothes, pants and socks that Hallie wore were thrown everywhere, the rotten Thai food delivery in the corner came out with a weird smell, and the sound of hum and knocking at the door came from the closet next to her. It was probably something she had kidnapped. People forgot to deal with it.
Hearing the sound of the death knell, she turned her head with a touch of emotion. The red and blue ponytails were trembling, and then she jumped onto the death knell, hugged it like a koala, and happily rubbed the black and yellow visor with her face.
"Sure enough you're back, sweetheart, I know you won't forget me! Haha! Tell me, you are here to celebrate my birthday, tell me!"
Her eyes seemed to pop out of her eye sockets. Excitement and happiness made her radiant. Even without washing her face, without makeup, and her hair frizzy, she was confident enough to think that she was a little fairy.
Su Ming glanced at the calendar, about a month has passed since he left, then glanced at the cake, and took her away from him: "Today is your first birthday?"
"No, I just want to celebrate my birthday. Xiaohong helped me with it the day before yesterday. I am very happy, and now I want to be happy again!" Hallie shook her head, her face was full of smiles and longing: "I found people When she celebrates her birthday, others will always treat her well, so I think if she celebrates her birthday every day, will everyone treat me well every day?"
Well, it is logically like this from a lunatic.
"Two days ago, the Plant Girl had a birthday for you. Even if you notify someone this time, everyone will just think it's a joke."
Su Ming walked to the closet and calmly opened the door and looked at it. The person on the ground was still wearing a FedEx uniform, and looked like a Mexican temporary worker. Then the death knell closed the door in the desperate eyes of the other party.
"Can't one have a birthday every other day?" Hallie showed a big smile, she walked to the side mirror and put on lipstick: "But I want to live like this, can't I move all my future birthdays to this month? ?"
Hearing the sound of knocking on the door again from the closet, Su Ming sat down by the table, pulled out the candle from the cupcake, picked up the cake and took a bite.
It was terribly unpalatable. It was probably Hallie who made it herself. She treated salt as sugar.
But as a strong-willed fighter, Su Ming didn't change his face, and calmly put down the crescent in his hand: "So, do you think you will not live to be forty years old?"
Halle picked up the clothes on the floor and put it on her body, and then went to the door to put on her shoes: "Who can? The world we live in restarts at every turn, three times since the editor told me, so I will never grow old ...Let’s go, macho, don’t you want to take me out for a drive?"
"When did I promise you to go for a drive?" Su Ming rubbed his face, but stood up. After returning from the world of blood source, he felt like he was possessed by an evil spirit. His shoulders were heavy and he was resting for a few days. it is good.
"Ha! I'm a psychiatrist. After you saw the thief in the closet, you didn't ask me anything. Doesn't that mean you don't intend to spoil the romantic atmosphere tonight?" Halle smiled and walked the catwalk and twisted over and hugged him. Death Knell's arm: "Let's go, you can take me to dinner first, then go to the movies, and finally we can go to the dark and quiet place to play a little, play, play..."
After talking ~EbookFREE.me~ she winked her eyes, as if to suggest something.
If it's an ordinary woman, Su Ming must understand what it means, but it's Halle who is talking, so there are too many possibilities for mini games she said.
It may be head bowling, it may be a drink mixing game, or even a tomb robbery. Everything is possible.
But, the unknown is quite interesting, isn't it?
By the way, it's okay to ask her about what happened during her absence, because she has nothing to do with any interests, so there is no need to worry about her lying.
"Let’s go, let’s go to Germany for dinner. I just finished working in another universe and want to relax with some beer." Su Ming followed Hallie out of the room and turned off the light: "Right, that was tied up. What's the matter with the person?"
Hallie was bounced and happy. The high heels of her boots creaked on the wooden corridor floor and said, "He is a thief and a new cat food reserve. Today I found him looking through my mailbox at noon. Jumping from the window gave him a hammer."
"But he is a postman, even if a local takes 30 dollars a working hour, Mexican illegal immigrants can do it for only 3 dollars, but he is indeed a genuine postman." Su Ming led her to the top of the building and looked up at the sky. It was night today. Yes, the moon is black and the wind is high.
Halle blinked her eyes and looked a little hesitant, but she nodded: "No wonder I said the Stinger missile I ordered online hasn’t arrived yet... well, when we have enough fun, we will come back. Let him go, maybe we can meet more suitable cat food when we go out."
"No, I want to rest for a few days, try my best to sort out the memory, don't do anything first." Su Ming shook his head quickly and refused.
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