Chapter 1151 Professor (XIV)

In the United States, the pronunciations of "Harry", "Henry", "Harley", etc. are very common. Both men and women can use them. Some variant pronunciations are also very similar.

When a billboard falls on the roadside, one of the ten people it hits will be called Harry, or have a relative called Harry.

So, when Schiller heard this name, he hadn't reacted yet, but the next second, he heard Gordon's voice downstairs: "Ms. Quinzel, what's wrong with you?! How did you get covered in blood?!"

Schiller frowned slightly, he quickly left the ward where the body was, and walked downstairs along the stairs. To be honest, he was also somewhat interested in the famous Harley Quinzel. After all, Harley Quinzel is also a famous psychiatrist in the American comic world.

In the comics, Harley Quinzel worked at Arkham Asylum before becoming Harley Quinzel and was a very good psychiatrist.

However, Schiller remembered that the comics did not describe Harley's career as a psychiatrist in detail. It only said that she was a female academic master with excellent grades and good professional level, otherwise she would not be responsible for the diagnosis and treatment of the Joker.

Wayne Hospital can be regarded as the best hospital in Gotham, so it is not surprising that Harley Quinzel, a top student, would work here.

Schiller walked through the somewhat chaotic crowd downstairs and came to the room where the shouting came from. Just when he thought he would see a quiet lady in a white coat and glasses, he found that the girl who appeared in the center of the room was a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.

The white girl in front of him had blood all over her head and face, so the outline of her face could not be seen clearly, but judging from her figure, she was not an adult at all, and she was not the stronger one among her peers. She was petite and thin.

But in stark contrast, she held a shovel taller than others in both hands, and the top of the shovel was also covered with blood. There was a large bloodstain on the ground, and a series of bloody footprints. The smell of blood filled the whole room.

At first, Schiller was a little surprised. If this girl was Harley Quinzel, then wasn't she of the same generation as Robin?

But it's normal to think about it. In the more mainstream comics, Batman, the Joker and Luthor are all older, Superman is younger, and the Flash is even younger.

There is no specific description of Harley's age, but from the details of her personal life, she is not of the same generation as Batman and is much younger than Batman. Judging from the image in the comics, there may be an age difference of 15 to 20 years.

Batman is 23 years old this year, and it is not easy to judge the specific age of the little Harley in front of him, but judging from her appearance, she should be about the same age as Dick, about ten years younger than Batman.

At this time, the head nurse had brought a basin of clean water and two towels. The two adult female nurses were a little flustered to help Harley wipe the blood off her face. Gordon stood aside, his tone full of guilt.

"At that time, she said she wanted to work in the hospital, and I shouldn't have agreed. However, in the injection training organized by the children's help, she was the most skillful. I thought that Wayne Hospital was the safest and there shouldn't be any major problems, so I asked her to come..."

"Miss Quinzel performed very well." The head nurse said while wiping little Harley's hair: "She can dispense medicine, infuse, and even check prescriptions. She is the best among the children you sent."

Standing aside, Schiller looked at the surrounding environment. This room was not big. It was crowded with five or six people. Judging from the cabinets and the sundries piled up next to it, this should be a tool room.

Schiller turned his head and stared at a mark on the wall. There should have been a large shovel there. Because no one had moved it for a long time, the wooden handle of the shovel left a black mark on the white wall.

Facing the towel that wiped her face, Harley shook her head vigorously, got rid of the nurse's hand, and put down one end of the shovel.

Then, she used one hand to put her bloody hair behind her head, and said with a "sneer": "Believe me, I gave that bastard a hard blow, and he will definitely lose a leg! He might even die from heavy bleeding!"

Her voice was crisp and a little bit of a natural smokey voice, but the indifference and bad smile in her tone made people feel cold on their backs.

Gordon covered his eyes, his expression wrinkled. He bent down, put his hands on Harley's shoulders, and said to her: "Ms. Quinzel, I told you a long time ago that you can't be so violent..."

"Is it the same when facing a murderer?" Harley looked into Gordon's eyes and said: "If the police don't use violence against murderers, how do you plan to stop crime?"

Gordon opened his mouth, as if he didn't know how to refute this sentence, but then, as if he remembered something, he stared at Harley's face and said: "Murderer, did you see the murderer?... Wait, how do you know he is a murderer?"

Harley was a little impatient with the nurse's action of wiping her face. She threw away the heavy shovel in her hand, snatched the towel from the nurse, and wiped her face twice, making her delicate features smeared with blood like a little cat.

She blew out a breath through her lips, blowing her hair in front of her, and hugged her arms and said, "That idiot came to the hospital three times in two weeks, and took the same route every time. Didn't he think I didn't notice it?"

"Not to mention his expression and movements, it's as if he said 'I'm going to do something bad here'..."

"Let me guess, he should be lying on the awning on the third floor, knocking on the window to call someone over, and then stabbing him." Harley stretched out her hands to the sky and said, "How stupid and boring!"

Gordon's eyes widened in shock, but Harley curled her lips and said, "Don't look at me with that expression. He just came for the second time, and I knew what he was going to do, so I waited here and gave him a blow."

"You knew it a long time ago I don't know what he was going to do, why... why didn't you tell the police or the head nurse? "

"You will think I'm crazy." Harley shrugged indifferently and said, "Before my parents were murdered, I told them that my uncle had set his eyes on their property and planned to hit them with his car, then pick me up from school and kill me."

"I even told them which intersection he was going to do it at, but they just didn't believe it and wanted to die."

"It's a pity that my stupid uncle didn't even notice that I put a knife behind his driver's seat in advance. His blood made the windshield so blurry that I couldn't see clearly."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet, or it was frozen.

In Gotham, killing and being killed are actually very common things, but they are all grudges between adults. It's rare for adults to kill children. It's even more shocking for a thin girl to tell how she killed an adult in front of so many people.

Gordon sighed deeply. Actually, he had heard this story before. Harley Quinzel was actually one of the "kind girls" he picked up.

Perhaps, some people still remember that on the night of the Gotham storm, several houses collapsed on Poyulou Street. That was not an isolated case. Many old communities were destroyed in the typhoon, and Harley's house was one of them.

Her street was severely affected by the disaster. Gordon led the police to rescue the disaster. As soon as he entered, he saw a little girl sitting on the ruins and eating bread. Next to her were two bodies that were crushed to death. They were not killed by the collapsed building, but by a baseball bat with long spikes.

The local gang identified the two people as vagrants, that is, they did not belong to any gang, did not abide by any rules, stole here and there every day, and did bad things when they got the chance. They were the most inferior street rats.

At that time, seeing Gordon coming, the little girl patted her butt and stood up. Before Gordon asked, she said a lot of things, roughly, she had a premonition of a typhoon, so she ran out in advance, and as a result, the two mice wanted to kidnap her in the chaos, but she knocked them to death.

Then, the little girl led a group of police officers to start disaster relief with ease. She knew exactly how many people were buried under each house, which room they were in when the landslide occurred, and which people were worth saving and who were probably dead.

Gordon was amazed. Even in Gotham, which was full of weird geniuses, this situation was extremely rare.

Later, it was heard that her parents had died, her uncle wanted to seize the property and was killed by her, and other relatives and various jackals who wanted to compete for the property were all killed by her in various ways.

This underage and very thin little girl, in the chaos of Gotham, just relied on her own strength to keep a large amount of inheritance, which was simply a miracle.

Gordon cherishes talent and doesn't want Harley to go astray, so he wants to send her to school. However, ordinary schools can't handle such students, so he first sends Harley to the technical training school of Gotham University.

Later, the mad virus broke out, and the citizens became passive. Batman developed an antidote, which had to be injected one by one. Medical resources were in short supply, and nurses could not be found. All the women of the right age that Gordon knew were asked by him. All those who couldn't escape his harassment became kind nurses, including Harley.

Harley was quite drifting with the flow. It took her less than two days to practice the infusion set. Then, she was impatient to stay in the training class and play with a group of little kids, so she asked Gordon to send her to Wayne Hospital.

Harley insisted that she was 16 years old, but Gordon suspected that she might be just 14 years old, or even 13 years old. In any case, she was younger than all the intern nurses in Wayne Hospital, but she did better than everyone else.

The head nurse liked this little girl very much. Harley had a hot temper and was very suitable to take over her shift. So, now Harley was covered in blood, and the head nurse was also very angry.

The head nurse collected the bloody towel and threw it into the basin, making a "pop" sound. In an instant, everyone present froze. The short head nurse said coldly:

"The hospital is for treating illnesses. Everyone who comes here should seek treatment, not to kill people! This murderer has come so many times. Is he afraid that the overcrowded hospital is not crowded enough?"

"He actually stepped on the awning and made the floor bloody without laying anything?! The only ones who can compare with his hygiene awareness are the surgeons!"

"Well, sorry, ma'am..." Gordon interrupted the angry head nurse, and he said timidly: "Well... should we ask about the murderer first? Harley! Harley! Did you see the murderer's face? What does he look like?"

"I saw it, but I don't know him." Harley shook her head slightly and said: "Blonde hair, brown eyes, wearing a funny mask, very burly, but very clumsy movements."

"Mask, what kind of mask?" A voice came from the crowd.

Harley instinctively turned her head to look at the direction of the voice, and when she saw Schiller, she was stunned for two seconds.

The thin figure "whoosh" and rushed to Gordon's back, baring his teeth at Schiller, like a frightened cat.

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