Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Harley's acting skills are very poor, which is the consensus reached by Batman and He Shenyan.

In fact, it can no longer be described as clumsy. Her expression was panicked and at a loss. She was holding the huge pink teddy bear in her arms, looking like she wanted to stuff herself into it. She stuttered and replied: "Dialog box? That's a dialog box?"

What? I don’t know what you are talking about..."

The wizard looked directly into her eyes, and for a moment, Batman thought he would use mind control on Harley like he did on himself, or simply look through her memories.

But he didn't, on the contrary. There seemed to be some other emotion in his eyes, was it pity? Batman couldn't tell. But he knew something else.

He Shenyan slowly said to Harley, "You are lying."

"How do you know I'm lying? Is it possible that you and I are the same professional? Hey, mage, you only know two tricks! Psychology is not something everyone can touch!" Harley retorted to him loudly, Bat

Xia could see at a glance the guilty conscience hidden behind the effortless expression on her face.

She was indeed lying...

"I can read minds." The mage replied calmly.

Harley looked at him and suddenly stood up. The teddy bear in her arms that she had previously regarded as a treasure fell to the ground. She sat back on the chair with no expression on her face. She looked at the mage and said: "Look

Lost my memory?"

"Generally speaking, I wouldn't do it unless it's necessary."

"Have you ever looked at my memory?" she screamed.

"Does it matter to you whether you have it or not?"

Harley gritted her teeth and stared at the mage stubbornly. Tears flowed out of her eyes again, but this time, the bottle of eye drops was not in her hand.

She replied in a low voice: "Yes, this is very important to me."

"No. Would you be more satisfied if I said this?" the mage replied with his hands behind his back.

"I don't believe you." She took out a knife from her arms. Batman's pupils shrank and he immediately rushed from behind the desk. But Harley moved faster than him and had already used it before he arrived.

The knife was stabbed into his own throat, and then he rotated hard and pulled away. The strength and determination were unbelievable.

Blood splattered. This was not the first time Batman had seen this scene. He had seen many ways to die, but Harley's expression when she died was full of calm. It was as if she had already decided to do this.

Blood spurted out, staining his floor and desk red, and a lot of it even flew to the ceiling.

Batman turned his head and looked at the mage, his eyes full of anger: "You can obviously save her - don't say you didn't react!"

"Yes, but saving or not saving is my own choice, isn't it? You have no right to make a choice for me, and you have no right to force me. In fact... you'd better get out of the way."

He replied coldly.

The mage waved to Harley's body, and her still warm body levitated and flew towards him.

He Shenyan clasped his hands together, and the magic dyed his hands black. He hadn't used this spell for a long time, but it was too easy to resurrect a mortal. Black light flashed past, and Harley opened her eyes, and she inhaled fiercely.

He took a breath of air and sat up, with confusion and confusion in his eyes.

He Shenyan put her on Batman's desk. Harley raised her hands. She looked at her palms in confusion and said, "I...what's wrong with me?"

The mage lost his patience and did not answer the question. Instead, he took a step forward, put his right index finger and middle finger together, and touched Harley's forehead.

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It was the first time even for He Shenyan to enter the consciousness space of a mentally ill patient.

In the past, when he faced madmen and psychopaths, he mostly killed them. The few who needed information were just pulled out of their souls to force them to speak.

This place is very evil - really evil.

This was his first feeling after arriving here. There were white marshmallow clouds under his feet, huge and sweet. The sky was pink, and the sun was like a huge yellow billiard ball that had been dug out with the straps of a white bra.

Hanging in the sky.

He looked down and saw that most of the buildings on the ground were crooked and had different styles. Some looked like cute styles coming out of a fairy tale world, while others were abandoned buildings similar to those in horror games. But they

They all have one thing in common, they are all Arkham Asylum.

On the top of all the buildings, there is a large neon sign, with the words Elizabeth Arkham Criminal Asylum for the Mentally Ill flashing crazily on it, while a distorted lullaby keeps echoing.

The mage jumped down and started walking. He found that the ground here would be solid ground for one moment, and then turn into a substance similar to rubber slime. In the consciousness space, most spells will not work. And

Powerful spells would destroy the balance here, so he had to start walking on his feet after a long absence.

He came to the pink fairy tale-style building with rounded doors, windows and edges. He opened the door and looked inside.

It's pitch black inside, but even the conscious space of a mental patient must adhere to a logical and basic law. Even if everything here seems so chaotic and disorderly, at least Harley knows that there must be sun and clouds, and buildings must be there.

There are doors and windows.

therefore...

The mage took a step forward and walked into the darkness. He stretched out his hand and groped on the wall next to the door for a while, and sure enough he found a switch. After turning it on, the room became brighter. But the scenery here was not necessarily as normal as outside.

Or rather, it's even more evil. The scenery of a place that can be described by these two words can be imagined.

The place closest to him was a front desk with iron bars, inside which sat a little candy man, chubby and round, with even blush on his face. But he had no eyes.

After the Master turned on the light, it looked over, its O-shaped mouth opened and closed, and asked in a high-pitched voice: "Are you here for a visit or an interview?"

"Oh...wait."

It suddenly lowered its head and looked at a piece of paper in front of it, which was blank. Then it raised its head again and looked at the judge, and even raised the paper to compare it carefully: "Well, yes. Oh, why didn't you tell me earlier?

Are you here to work? After entering, turn right and the second room is your office. Things are already prepared for you inside."

"It's your first day at work. I wish you luck. Our last doctor went crazy three days ago. Let's see how long you can hold on." This cute-looking little sugar man said feebly, and then waved his hand to signal the mage to hurry up.

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