I'm dying every day [Comprehensive British and American]

Women who come to aunts are always emotionally unstable, and Bernice is no exception.

No, her mood was not very stable.

When I saw Harleen today, Bernice told her "it's tolerable", but that feeling intensified a lot at night, and she didn't want to get out of bed at all, and she couldn't move except to go to the bathroom.

I didn’t feel anything during my menstrual periods in the past, and there was absolutely no pain like this one, so Bernice attributed the reason to the fact that the quality of life in Arkham is really too low, plus stress and anxiety, she will never laugh at it again Those who are dying of menstrual pain.

"Little Gangya, am I going to die here?" Bernice yelled weakly as she lay lifeless on the bed like a salted fish, with a half-dead appearance.

The clown couldn't help showing disdain for her unremarkable appearance, and added embellishment: "Don't worry, I will take your body out—"

"What are you going to do to my body?!"

"—feed the dog."

"Bah, I knew you had no intentions." Bernice spat a mouthful of saliva, "Forget it, how could I expect a Lu Snake who doesn't have a girlfriend to understand me."

Bernice thought the clown would come back right away, after all, both of them were used to hurting each other, who knew that after waiting for a while, there was no sound, she raised her head with difficulty, her eyes fell on the opposite cell, where the green-haired man was sitting on the bed With his head down, he couldn't see his expression clearly, motionless like a sculpture.

Bernice felt guilty for a while, didn't she step on the thunder?

There are many origin stories of clowns, but there is no definite statement about them, but who knows which clown this clown is, his past is still a mystery, but Bernice doesn't have much interest, she has the energy to dig out the clown's secrets Why don't you think about how to escape from prison.

The low-pressure aura emanating from the clown made Bernice think that she accidentally brought up his sad past, so she comforted her heartlessly: "It's okay to be alone, I grew up like this, free quite……"

"Hahaha——" The nervous laughter sounded again, and when the clown raised his head again, Bernice knew that she had been tricked when she saw the sneering expression on his face.

Bernice became furious: "You lied to me?!"

"No, no, that's all your own imagination, I didn't say anything." He laughed wildly as if he had heard a joke, his body was shaking almost uncontrollably, "Then, who is Lu Snake now?"

At this time, Bernice especially broke the clown's steel teeth: "Shut up!"

"This world is inherently unfair." He was so paranoid that he was almost crazy, but his eyes were shining. "Since you have nothing, why do you put so many shackles on yourself? The so-called justice is just a joke, the so-called Fair enough, it's just a mess."

Bernice didn't speak, but he was addressing the audience like an excited orator, dancing and dancing.

"They think I'm a freak because I create chaos, so don't they also stick to order? The rules are an illusion they set up, they only care about themselves, then just a little push, boom—" He made an exaggeration The sound effect, deliberately elongated the tone, "Morality, principles, are broken glass all over the floor, just like Harvey Dent, like Harleen Quetzel, become like you, like me, People they see as freaks. What do you think you have to lose compared to them?"

Yes, she really has nothing to lose, she's already in Arkham, isn't she?

Bernice turned over on the bed, gritted her teeth where the clown couldn't see, and said, "Forget it, I don't care about you, you poor ghost who lives in the comics."

She reminded herself again and again.

……

Seeing that Harleen became Bernice's most anticipated show, the next day, she followed him while teasing that green eye. She already knew how to walk this way, but after entering this time, what was waiting for her was not Not a blond female doctor, but a man in a suit and leather shoes.

Meticulously combed hair, no creases on the expensive suit, tightly wrapping the tall and straight figure, even the crow's feet exudes the smell of a mature man, sitting in this not-so-clean interrogation room As elegant as in a high-end restaurant, "elite of the upper class" is written all over his body.

In short, Bernice and Bernice belonged to two worlds, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch the trousers of these people.In contrast, Bernice, with her messy hair and orange prison uniform, looks like a refugee who escaped from nowhere.

Bernice's footsteps stopped at the door, she frowned, and said vigilantly, "Who are you? Where's Dr. Quizell?"

"I will replace her today. My name is Hannibal Lecter." He gestured. "Please take a seat, Miss Garcia."

Seeing his dignified appearance, Bernice wanted to tease him for no reason. She opened the chair and sat down, put her hands on the table, tilted her head and smiled slyly: "Then how are you going to treat me, Lecter?" doctor?"

"I'm not here to treat you." Hannibal glanced at Bernice, then lowered his head and opened the pocketbook, with a calm posture.

"Then why are you here? Are you chatting with me?" Bernice looked at him with strange eyes.

"I'm a doctor." He said succinctly, but Bernice was confused.

Every psychiatrist has more or less different interests in Arkham Asylum.There are all kinds of mental patients here, and their thinking logic is a good research topic, so he applied to Arkham and came here.

Hannibal had met Harleen Quizell a few days ago, and although she hid it well, he knew something was wrong.

It may be difficult for ordinary psychiatrists to find out, but Hannibal knows the most about high-intelligence anti-social criminals. After hearing that the clown is her patient, he almost guessed what the clown did to her.

Harleen Quizell was originally an ambitious and strong woman, but she was obsessed with the study of the clown's spiritual world, but was attracted by his crazy personality. It can be seen how good the clown is at playing tricks on people's hearts. Even the psychiatrist Harleen couldn't resist.

Therefore, he became slightly interested in this female patient who faced the clown day and night but was not affected by him.

Now it seems that she doesn't need to be affected at all, it's just that she is well disguised.

Bernice muttered, "You're so boring."

The man smiled politely: "Maybe."

Crazy people are not scary, but the scariest thing is clowns who are between sobriety and madness.When he is crazy, he can commit crimes without any motive at all. When he is sober, he can also have a keen insight into the dark side of your heart, reveal it to you, and make you unable to believe him.

The woman in front of him didn't have a particularly strong willpower, she just used her own method to tug-of-war with the clown, and that rope was her bottom line.

"Tsk, am I a monkey?" Bernice pouted.

……

After Bernice left, Hannibal looked down at his pocketbook, pondered for a while, and finally wrote the comment "Edge of Danger" on the bottom with a pen.

For Bernice, today's conversation started inexplicably and ended inexplicably.She didn't even know what she was called there for.

The look in that Lecter's eyes made her very uncomfortable. He was terribly calm, and those deep eyes seemed to see everything. Bernice didn't like dealing with this kind of person the most.

However, she forgot about it when she went back, because she unexpectedly found that the cell next to the clown was occupied.

Bernice pointed to the woman with the green haircut and asked the clown, "Who is she?"

"Who are you? Why are you across from Mr. J?" Before the clown could answer, the woman spoke first, and looked at Bernice with disdainful eyes.

Come on, it turned out to be a crazy fan of the Joker, and she should have seen it from the green hair.

"Did I ask you?" Bernice rolled her eyes, and then said to the clown, "You better tell her to shut up, I don't like people disturbing my sleep."

Although the person who disturbed her sleep the most was the clown, she didn't dare to say that.

The clown looked like he was watching a good show with his hands folded, and Shamat's hair almost exploded in anger: "How dare you..."

"Your master didn't say anything, why are you barking?" Bernice plucked her ears impatiently.

"Why can't I live across the street?" She stared at Bernice with vicious eyes, "I want to change rooms!"

Sha Matt lived in Room 3, next door to the clown, so he couldn't see the clown, but Bernice, who was opposite them, could see both of them.It is estimated that she came here wholeheartedly to accompany the clown, but she did not know that the best position facing the clown was occupied by her, which caused her to be hated by this killer.

"I don't want to see your ugly hairstyle either, thank you."

"After I take Mr. J out, I will never forget you." Shamat smiled ferociously, but he looked a bit like a clown, "I will get you out, face to face, and fold—"

"Oh, then you'd better pray that day never comes." Bernice grinned, showing her white teeth, "Because I'll let you know who your father is."