Chapter 1713 Bruce Wayne and the Chamber of Secrets (XI)

Anyone can see the flame of anger burning in this girl, which can't be extinguished even by the storm over the Himalayas, but few people can understand what she is angry about.

"She has no sympathy."

Bruce tried to make a profile. Although he never got any good scores from Schiller in this aspect, his detective talent made his psychological profile level more like a flower stuck in cow dung.

"She has very typical characteristics of a psychopath - abnormal concentration, full of charm, and ruthless enough." Bruce said the three characteristics of a psychopath and then made a judgment.

"He is also a typical antisocial personality. He has no ability to love, is born with a tendency to manipulate others, is extremely good at deceiving, lies as naturally as flowing water, has no guilt, is not affected by universal values, has almost no morals, but has his own set of behavioral rules."

Constantine secretly glanced at Schiller, and then began to look for his ten million cracks on the ground. After a while, he secretly glanced at Bruce, and then secretly glanced at Pamela. He now began to seriously consider the possibility of finding a way out in a room full of psychopaths and antisocial personalities.

"Your professor will be happier if you can talk about some of your own understanding beyond the definition in the textbook." Schiller said.

Bruce fell into thought and began to replay the behavior pattern of Harley he had seen in his mind, and then looked for clues from it, and then he said.

"Unlike the narcissism of other psychopaths and antisocial personalities, Harley Quinzel shows a kind of dependent madness. She needs to continuously observe others and let others observe herself, or... or give herself the opportunity to be displayed, so that the madness will be revealed."

"Why is it so contradictory?"

"From..." Bruce dragged out a long tone, obviously searching for the answer in his mind. There were some pauses in his words for thinking, but overall it was still fluent.

"No one listens to her." Pamela interrupted Bruce and said very confidently: "Since she was born, the advice from her crazy wisdom has never been taken seriously. No one can see her. She hopes that someone can understand her, not Harley Quinzel, but her nature-a monster. She hopes that someone will look at her, fully understand and fall in love with her crazy talent."

"This is another manifestation of narcissism." Bruce said after thinking: "She is willing to give up other aspects of her emotions, including self-esteem and her code of conduct, to seek a sense of identity and love."

"But this will obviously be a natural tragedy. Ordinary people who know how to love cannot understand her, and psychopaths and sociopaths like her do not have the ability to love, so she is destined to be unable to get it."

Bruce stopped, and Pamela continued: "If she doesn't get attention, her madness can't be fully released. Similarly, if she wants to release herself, To realize her own madness, she must first seek attention. "

"So she opened the book." Strange raised his eyebrows and said, "Is she serious? She opened the book not to seek power from some mysterious existence, but just to get attention?"

"This will make her extremely excited, and she is obviously a high-functioning group of antisocial personality. When their brains are active and adrenaline bursts, their wisdom is enough to compensate for any power obtained from external objects, or even surpass it."

Pamela's tone finally fluctuated. She said, "The book is a stimulation point she found for herself. The fact that other beings are wholeheartedly observing her crimes will make her reach an extremely excited state. This is human madness. I am afraid it is more like a gift from nature than what humans can do under the inducement of certain existences."

Harry's actions on the screen confirmed this.

"I want to find someone who doesn't exist among the students."

Harry tore a page from the Book of the Dead, which was obviously shockingly ungodly for anyone to see, but what was quite unique and a little weird was that the book didn't seem to mind her ungodliness, and the gray vortex on the paper just rotated very slowly.

"Your mind has jumped." A line of words appeared on the surface of the paper, saying: "What affected you?"

"Its behavior tells me all the answers." Harley's eyes were particularly bright in the dark corridor, and the white-gold hair shone like a waterfall under the moonlight.

"Obviously, I don't need you to give me an answer now, because the evidence is so obvious."

"Keiko Narita, a fifth-year student, went crazy the morning after we arrived here and was dragged out of the corridor of the girls' dormitory; Li Zian, a fourth-year student, went crazy in the dormitory and injured his roommate that night; Alidan, who attacked me, was a fourth-year student and was pierced through the eye by me and is still lying in the infirmary. Their grades, backgrounds, and trajectories of action are confined to a very small area, and there must be an intersection."

"Helen is right, there is an elephant in the room, but it's not that we can't see him, we just ignore him deliberately."

Harley walked down the stairs quickly without stopping to think about the direction, just like this strange school she had just come into contact with was like her home where she had lived for a long time, and every step was very firm.

"We may be dealing with a god, so he has a way to make us invisible, but he can't leave no traces, or if he intends to mess up someone's mind again, he will definitely show up."

"So before that, I have to find a weapon." Harley said, bypassing the corridor, rushing into the wind and snow on the plank road, and then running through the dark plank road at a very fast speed and came to another building.

Passing through the cafeteria that looked spooky at night, Harley found a boning knife that was a bit too big for her body on the shelf on the wall next to the chopping board in the back kitchen.

There is no doubt that the food in Kamar-Taj was not created out of thin air by magicians. Most of the meat comes from livestock raised in a small village at the foot of the mountain. Occasionally, other materials are sent over through portals, but since the source is not too far away, there is almost no meat slaughtered in civilized society. Most of it is killed by butchers.

Considering that there are not many people in this school, the responsibilities of butchers and chefs are not very clear. In most cases, if meat is needed in today's dishes, the chef will carry a knife to kill the meat temporarily raised in the backyard. No one here has the psychological burden of slaughtering ethics.

Harley looked at the knife carefully with an obsessed expression. She stroked the blade with blood grooves with her hand, and then said: "Sometimes I feel that I can find resonance with Eastern culture more, because their books are full of "survive", and I read some cruel signals from them."

Harley took a deep breath and stood up, looked at the sky outside, and then said: "The next step is to find a way to make this knife hurt the person I want it to hurt. Since the other party is very likely not an ordinary person, we may have to seek help from magic."

"Do you want my power?"

"No." Harley licked her dry lips and said: "Borrowing power is not my style. I need some stronger help, and it must be completely voluntary."

"Who do you think meets your requirements?"

When the boning knife stabbed into the wall less than ten centimeters away from Loki's face, Loki just realized that someone had broken into his room.

It is impossible for an ordinary knife to cut the skin of the frost giant, but Loki first has to figure out how Harley broke in. He has the habit of setting up protective magic on the door.

"Not very difficult." Harley pulled out the knife and said, "Considering that they call you the God of Deception, the scribblings on the door are just a trick. The real protective magic is on the carpet, and it is on the carpet in the middle of the door."

"I stuck the knife in and tilted the carpet, so the door was able to open a small gap, just enough for me to squeeze in. I guess you didn't expect that a minor of my size would break into your room."

"I didn't expect you to have a knife like this in your hand." Loki, wearing a nightgown, poured himself a glass of water with the kettle at the bedside and said, "Miss, what do you want?"

"I need some strength."

Loki turned his head and looked at Harley. Harley fiddled with the knife in her hand and said, "I'm going to kill an elephant. He is in the room now, but ordinary people can't see him, or they can see him but don't realize that he is an elephant. Can you give this knife some magic that can pierce the disguise?"

"Are you crazy, Miss?" Loki didn't understand her long string of words full of jumping thoughts at all.

"You are a god, aren't you?"

Loki opened his mouth and said, "I'm afraid it's a little different from what you imagined. Asgard is just a powerful alien. We don't lend power like the cosmic demon."

"Then help me find someone who can lend power."

"Do you feel a little..."

With a "swish", Harley stabbed the knife into the bed again. She said, "Your daughter Helen has an amazing talent for learning."

Loki stared at Harley's face, not understanding why her mind jumped here again. He could clearly see the girl's wisdom and her current excitement, as well as a very unusual calm madness.

"I can feel that she is absorbing my wisdom, but if she continues like this, she will inevitably absorb my darkness and madness. Do you want her to do this?"

"You use her to threaten me?"

"I am just providing you with some necessary assistance. I mean you help me find some strength. I will give her this..." Harley pointed to her temple with one hand and said, "Everything here, including the things that make me in this state now, will be given to her. Believe me, this will be the killer to make her rational judgment in some tragic disaster."

Loki's green eyes looked at Harley steadily, as if he was thinking whether this deal was worth it, but perhaps because of Helen, he still said, "Do you think you have some hallucinations? I don't think there is anything in this school that can hide from my eyes. I am the real master of illusion."

"What if it's a powerful god?"

"There is a magic defense network, they can't get in."

"Any defense network has loopholes."

Loki knew that he couldn't convince this crazy girl, but he said, "I can help you borrow power. This power may be a little special, but I believe it is powerful enough to help you see through some illusions."

"What is that?"

"Sithoen, and his power of chaos."