Although Jiang Hao's performance and words are very touching, this may not make a normal woman, especially a woman who is extremely cautious about you, willing to open her heart and embrace a man, and be a vicious man.

The reason why Jiang Hao asked Harley to give him a hug was to experiment with something, that is, whether Harley was mentally ill.

In the information introducing the clown girl, he found that someone mentioned that the clown girl is likely to have mental illness, which is a mental illness called "pathological interdependence syndrome". The characteristic of this mental illness is that it is "to take the happiness of others as your responsibility."

The manifestation of this disease is that some normal emotions such as pity, pain, anger, sadness, etc., are particularly intense for them, so they are often in a state of anxiety, irrationality, and emotional disorder.

This type of people feel that they have a mission and think that they should make the people around them happy. If they cannot do this, they will feel that they are not beautiful.

Of course, in many cases, this psychology is only targeting specific groups of people.

Through embracing this little experiment, Jiang Hao has determined that the clown girl may really have such psychological problems. It turns out that the rumor that "Arkham Mental Hospital is sick from doctors to patients" seems to be true.

Jiang Hao stood up, his face became extremely calm, changing his previous fragility, which made Harley stunned and even a little at a loss.

"Okay, let's stop here today." Jiang Hao said in a cold tone.

For some reason, Harley felt a sense of air in her heart and squeezed out a smile, "Then I'll ask the security guard to send you back, we'll talk to you next time."

Jiang Hao didn't look at her, his face was cold and there was no change at all.

One of the magic weapons for scumbags to pick up girls is to show their charm, which is sometimes cold and sometimes hot, making it difficult for women to understand.

After leaving the conversation room, Harley returned to her office. When a female colleague saw her come back, she immediately came over and asked curiously: "Halley, how is your meeting with that clown? Did he go crazy?"

When Harley heard his colleagues say the clown, she didn't know why she felt a little unhappy. All of them thought that the clown was a lunatic, a devil, and anyone hated him and feared him, but no one had ever really understood him.

"Fortunately, he didn't go crazy, we were having a good chat." Halle replied politely.

"Is that so? He can chat quietly. Harley, don't be deceived by him. He is the most dangerous existence in this mental hospital. I think your idea of ​​treating him is too unrealistic. He should be directly sentenced to electrocution." The female colleague chattered.

Harley became more and more irritated inside, and stood up to pack up, "I'm going to get off work, goodbye."

After walking out of the office building, she drove away from the Arkham Mental Hospital. The mental hospital was outside Gotham City. She drove back to her home for half an hour and lay on the bed. Along the way, her mind was full of scenes of contact with the clown, but it was still the case now.

What's wrong with me?

Harley rushed into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and took a shower. After taking a shower, she felt better, but at night, in her dream, she dreamed of a clown again, and her melancholy eyes made her heart beat faster.

Finally, she woke up from her dream, not because she was afraid of seeing the clown, but because her heart was beating too fast and her breathing was rapid.

The next day.

Halle applied to meet the clown again, this time she asked not to be in that cold meeting room.

The cold lights, the cold walls, the cold iron seats and tables made her feel that it was not a treatment, but a trial.

She was uncomfortable, how could the clown feel comfortable?

She asked for a soft recliner in a normal treatment room. The director frowned at Harley's request, "You know, the clown is very dangerous, I'm afraid he will hurt you."

"I came into contact with him yesterday, and I don't think he can't. In fact, he can communicate normally, and we say we are good at being friends." Halle said.

The director looked disbelief, "Friends, you and the clown?"

"What, can't it be? My college tutor once taught me to try to make friends with the other person so that I can truly understand his heart, which will help with treatment." Halle said.

"But that's with normal patients, he's a clown." said the director.

"I think it's OK."

The director had no choice but to spread his hands, "If you insist, I can approve it, but you need to sign a disclaimer. If you are hurt by the clown, the hospital will be irresponsible."

"No problem." Harley agreed happily.

Jiang Hao was taken to the treatment room and lay on a comfortable leather recliner. Looking at the furnishings around him, it was a normal treatment room, much better than yesterday's conversation room.

Halin was wearing an OL dress, a doctor's white coat, holding a folder in her hand, and single ponytail black-framed glasses. She smiled at Jiang Hao and sat on the seat next to Jiang Hao.

At this moment, Jiang Hao reminded of the scene where Chen Yongren was treated by a female psychologist. By the way, did Chen Yongren and the female doctor do it in that movie?

"Is it much more comfortable than yesterday? I applied specifically?" Halle said to Jiang Hao with a smile.

Jiang Hao moved his corset, "It would be even better if it weren't for them."

Harley said helplessly: "I mentioned it, but they definitely disagree, and I can't do anything about it."

Jiang Hao raised his eyebrows, "I can understand."

"How did you sleep last night?" Halle gave her opening remarks.

"Can I say bad?" Jiang Hao said.

Halle was stunned. She felt that the man in front of her had never given a reply according to common sense.

"Why not?"

"A single room of 10 square meters is cold and lonely. The faucet is broken and it keeps dripping water, slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~ s

"Did you not sleep all night?"

"Yes, I didn't sleep. I always feel someone cut my wrist and he was ticking and bleeding."

"Or, you'll sleep here for a while."

"Can you tell me your story? I think this will help you sleep." Jiang Hao said.

Harley was a little hesitant and told her childhood story, friends, best friends, classmates, elementary, middle school and college.

Jiang Hao didn't say anything, closed his eyes and seemed to be listening, and seemed to be asleep again. Harley kept saying it again, and the more she said it, the more excited she became. Many things she had never said to others on weekdays were said here instead.

When she finally finished speaking, she felt very comfortable and often breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you asleep?" Halle asked in a low voice.

Jiang Hao closed his eyes and replied, "No, I've been listening."

Harry was quiet for a moment and suddenly smiled, "My psychology teacher said that the best treatment for mental illness is to talk. We have done exercises, but I have never really told others everything I want to say. Today I said what I thought was unscrupulously, and it felt so comfortable. It turned out that the teacher was right."

Harley didn't realize that her and Jiang Hao's roles had quietly attacked and defended.

Day 3.

When Harley treated Jiang Hao again, the two were already talking and laughing. Harley told Jiang Hao some interesting things outside now, and Jiang Hao told Harley some interesting jokes, which made Harley laugh.

During this process, the two became more and more familiar with each other, and Harley became less and less alert to Jiang Hao. On that day, Jiang Hao acted like a scumbag.

He used the "charm explosion" skill on Harley. Occasionally, when the two looked at each other, Harley felt her body numb, her ears were hot and her heart was beating, and she had to hide it quickly, push her glasses, or wrap her hair around her ears.

"Don't move!" Jiang Hao said softly.

Harley was stunned, "What's wrong?"

"Why do you dress like this? Single ponytail and black-framed glasses? In fact, if you take off your glasses and unbutton your hair, you will definitely look very good."

Jiang Hao said, stretched out his hand to take off his glasses from Harley's face, grabbed the headband and gently pulled it, and Harley's brown hair suddenly fell off.

"It's much more beautiful now." Jiang Hao nodded.

Halle was shocked, "Aren't you tied your corset? How did your hands come out?"

Jiang Hao smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his hand retracted his corset, "To be honest with you, this kind of thing can't trap me at all. The reason why I still wear it is to make you feel at ease."

Harley looked at Jiang Hao and felt that the man in front of her was really considerate. She actually cared about her feelings so much. In order to be afraid of worrying, she kept letting herself suffer.

......

Halle returned home and made a simple dinner. After lying in bed, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, her mind was full of clowns.

She felt like she was in love.

Yes, she fell in love with the clown hopelessly. She knew that this was dangerous and incredible, but she understood her feelings very well and could not control it.

"Oh my God, this is crazy!"

Harley covered her face with a quilt.

In a dream,

She saw the clown again. After a long time, Harley woke up, panted, and then felt something, and hurried into the bathroom.

The next day she came to the madhouse and couldn't wait to see the clown again and asked someone to arrange a treatment room, but it didn't take long. Harley received a reply from the staff, and the clown said she didn't plan to treat her today.

Halle was stunned, "Why is it not treated?"

The staff member curled his lips, "He is a clown, who knows what he wants to do." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Harley spent this day in a trance, and she felt like an abandoned pet dog without her owner.

......

In the mental hospital restaurant, people were having lunch and lined up to get food. The clown came over with a plate. Many people saw him quietly avoiding him. After the meal, Jiang Hao brought him to his usual seat. This was his exclusive seat, but no one dared to sit next to him.

In Gotham City, he is the underground king, and in Black Gate Prison, he is also the king. When he arrived at the Arkham Mental Hospital, he was still the king of mental illness. Although there were many cruel people and even mutants locked up here, no one of them was willing to provoke clowns.

After dinner, there is two hours of free time. The mode here is similar to that in the prison. In the lounge, everyone has various fun, and their ways of having fun are different. Some watch TV, some are playing cards, and some are playing people.

"Bang~!"

A cowardly-looking guy was punched by a strong man and his nose was suddenly bleeding. It was not over yet. The strong man went up and continued to beat the cowardly guy, and he beat him very hard. Jiang Hao even heard the sound of a broken bone.

The beaten guy did not resist or call for help, and just endured it silently. Finally, the cowardly and slapped on the ground, and the beating seemed tired. This stopped the game, but the others were used to it.

Jiang Hao walked over and squatted in front of the mud, "Why did you come in?"

The guy was beaten to the point of a bruised nose and swollen face. He tried to open his eyes. When he saw that it was a clown, he was obviously stunned. He immediately said, "It was because of self-harm and hurting the police."

"Do you have the ability to recover?" Jiang Hao saw this from this guy's performance.

"Yes, I once ate an octopus, and I was confused about this ability. I was not afraid of being beaten or injured. I couldn't die if I had severe injuries and could recover in two or three days, but it was useless. I was still very poor." The coward said.

"There is no useless person in this world, believe me!"

"By the way, why did that guy hit you just now?" Jiang Hao asked again.

"His name is Tiequan. He was a mercenary before. He always said that power is just a justification. He has the hobby of beating people. Anyway, I am not afraid of beating, so I let him beat him." The cowardly grinned.

Damn, it's so cheap.
Chapter completed!