I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

Chapter 267 The Second Meeting

However, Harleen Quinzel immediately found a reason for herself. This was because she had not been going well at work recently and was not getting enough sleep. As for her attitude towards Vincent Du, she did not feel that she had any change. The reason why she cared about Vincent Du before was It's just the doctor's concern for the patient.

Thinking of this, she sneered in her heart, thinking that Du Wensen was being affectionate towards her. How could she like a prisoner? The image of the person she was most satisfied with should be gentle.

Harleen Quinzel could no longer think about it, because she discovered that when she imagined the appearance and conditions of her perfect lover, she actually turned into a mental patient she was currently treating.

As a psychiatrist, Harleen Quinzel immediately recognized the problem, this, this.

When she looked down at her outfit, she was horrified to find that she had hated this outfit before. She couldn't imagine herself wearing this outfit.

"No, no, this is not what I like, this is not my own idea." Harleen Quinzel looked at Vincent Du with a look of horror.

"What did I do?"

"Maybe you are in love, or maybe you suddenly want to change your taste. You know it very well, so why bother asking me?" The smile on Du Wensen's face was exaggerated, so exaggerated that it made people's hair stand on end.

Harleen Quinzel couldn't stay here any longer. She turned around and ran back to her resting room. She almost pulled out her hair and combed it again. She took off her clothes and pants and replaced them with her previous ones until she put on her original glasses. , only then did I feel better.

However, looking at the clothes and pants she had just changed and thrown on the bed, she felt as if there was a little person in her heart who kept shouting, "Put them on, put them on, that's the real you."

A sense of fear arose in Harleen Quinzel's heart, and she threw the pile of clothes into the trash can without hesitation, holding her face and shivering.

She knew that she was sick, and she made herself sick while studying patients.

Perhaps it is easier to understand that she was infected by the mentally ill patient

Gradually, Harleen Quinzel felt a little calmer, and she also realized that she might not know what kind of person she would become if things continued like this.

Then, she thought of Du Wensen.

"You can definitely help me, right?"

When Harleen Quinzel stood in front of Vincent Du again, she was less arrogant and more gentle than before.

Du Wensen had a bright smile on his face.

“Can’t help”

Harleen Quinzel couldn't believe what she heard. She knew very well how powerful Du Vincent was. In her opinion, Du Vincent didn't want to help her.

"Please, you are the only one who can help me. I am willing to agree to whatever conditions you put forward."

Du Wensen shook his head and explained, "When I say I can't help, it's not that I don't help you, but that I can't do it. You are a psychiatrist yourself. You should be very aware of your current state and that your personality is being affected. Change is an irreversible process. Even if you don't see that person now or kill him, it doesn't make any sense. The only one who can help you is yourself and relying on your will to fight against it."

Speaking of this, Du Wensen said in a positive tone.

"This confrontation takes a lifetime"

Harleen Quinzel was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground. Not a word of what Du Vincent said was to scare her. However, she knew her situation and could not resist this personality change with her own willpower alone.

"What should I do? I don't want to be anyone else," Harleen Quinzel murmured.

"To be precise, that person is still you, but your personality has changed a bit. Why don't you tell me about that patient?" Du Wensen said with interest.

Harleen Quinzel bit her lip and shook her head.

"I don't know. There's no information on his file. There's just a codename on it, Joker."

Du Wensen frowned and said, "You have helped me before. I said I would help you. Let me go and see him in person. There is a saying in the East that the person who untied the bell must tie the bell. Maybe he can do it there." Find your only hope."

Hearing this, Harleen Quinzel suddenly saw hope again. She quickly got up from the ground and said, "No problem, I will arrange a meeting for you right away."

Du Wensen is now under special care. He can eat whatever he wants or even leave without any problem, but if he wants to meet other prisoners, it will not be very easy.

The first thing to do is to evaluate what Du Wensen’s purpose is, and the other thing is to consider whether something bad will happen after he meets another person, such as Du Wensen encouraging other prisoners to cause trouble together like last time.

And when all this is approved, the application must be sent to Batman, and it can only be executed after Batman agrees.

But rules are dead, people are alive, and Harleen Quinzel used some tricks to arrange everything.

An hour later, Harleen Quinzel brought Du Wensen to the door of an interrogation room. She did not go in or say anything. She trusted Du Wensen.

However, the moment Du Wensen walked into the interrogation room, her heart suddenly shrank and stopped.

The time when her heart stopped seemed to only last for an hour or two, but after she recovered, Harleen Quinzel's face was pale. Just now, she felt that something seemed to have collided in the room, and there was a trace of breath that made her My soul is trembling.

After closing the door tightly, Harleen Quinzel gasped for air. Now that she was standing outside the interrogation, she could clearly see and hear what was going on inside through the glass.

I saw Du Wensen sitting in front of the clown, and the two sides looked at each other like this.

The unchanging crazy smile on the clown's face gradually became colder, while Du Wensen's expressionless face slowly started to laugh. In the end, the two people seemed to have exchanged expressions.

Still no one spoke.

The surroundings were so quiet that even the air was frozen, and Harleen Quinzel could even hear her own heartbeat.

Every second seemed so long. Harleen Quinzel didn't know why the two people inside didn't say anything, or even said hello to each other.

Suddenly, Du Wensen moved. He stood up and walked towards the door.

"What's going on?" Harleen Quinzel asked hurriedly.

Du Wensen didn't answer, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked away happily.

In the interrogation room, crazy laughter suddenly broke out.

"Hahahaha"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

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