Beauty Comics: Saving Regrets

Chapter 234 Crazy, Sober, Tired
Jason grabbed Harley Quinn, who was in the crowd, and picked up the motorcycle he was riding with a backhand.

"Hold me tight."

Harley, who was fleeing, was suddenly picked up by someone, and then she straddled the opponent's motorcycle with a slung shoulder, and then heard the red hood sitting in front of the car say in a deep voice, with no emotion in her tone.

"Oh, oh! My God, Xiaohong? Am I losing my memory? Do I know you?"

Although Harry spoke in a surprised tone, his hands were not idle at night, and he directly wrapped his arms around Jason's waist.

The other party's voice suddenly increased a bit of undisguised disgust, "Don't be so disgusting, I might not be able to control myself and throw you down."

"Well, you are really stingy." Harley accepted it as soon as it was good.

"You'd better be quiet."

"Okay, okay, little red baby, I know what kind of environment you want...but it's strange, why do I feel as if I really know you."

Jason was taken aback.

"What's the use? Anyway, you didn't save it in the end."

he murmured.

Harry didn't hear it, and she was just talking to herself: "But I know you have different feelings for Mr. J? This is what makes us have something in common."

"I have nothing in common with you!" Jason growled.

"Admit it, Mr. Red Hood. You can't fake that look of yours—well, even if you're wearing a red hood, maybe, no, I'm sure you're wearing a red hood because of that!"

"Shut up!" Red Hood suddenly increased the speed to the maximum.

But Harley couldn't be frightened casually, on the contrary, he became more excited: "What's the matter, did you poke your heart? Is there anything you can't admit? Or are you afraid to admit something."

"Little guy, we are all the same kind of people. You can deny it, but you can't deny it."

Harry patted Jason's shoulder with one hand, and said softly, but the voice was definitely not low: "The only difference is that I fell in, willingly. And you are still struggling to climb up the edge of the abyss, I hope someone will give you a hand."

Jason fell silent suddenly.

"You're not crazy at all," he replied after a while.

"I was crazy, but I was tired."

The wind whistled in his ears, but Harry's voice was still very clear and natural.

"But Mr. J, he was sober from beginning to end. Do you understand the difference?"

"I really feel more and more familiar with you." Feeling Jason's gradually stiff body, Harley even wanted to lean in and rub him. She didn't think she knew Jason or anything, it was just the same The vague madness made her familiar, but the various abnormalities of the other party really made her feel like she might have seen it before.

"Are you really going to let me see without taking off the hood?"

"I don't know who is making trouble over there, and it has attracted the main force of the guards, thanks to Waller's injury." The red hood looked back, and it was completely chaotic.

"Your technique of changing the subject is too bad."

Jason saw a big pale man from a long distance away: "It seems to be Solomon Grundy. I have to say that they are really brave. That guy will never die."

"Hey, are you listening to me?"

Jason sighed: "But it's okay, he won't remember them in a week anyway."

"It's a sad thing to say, the poor man who's bigger than me."

"Actually, I really wanted to know his past since we first met."

"He doesn't seem to be a man of our time."

He said leisurely: "The life of Solomon Grundy was born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, got sick on Thursday, got sicker on Friday, died on Saturday, was buried in the earth on Sunday, and then started all over again forever. Week."

Harry: "..."

You're still talking endlessly, right?

I finally don't want to go crazy anymore, you said such a bunch is the rhythm that makes me go crazy.

"So what you said is actually the exact opposite of your life? There are still some similarities."

"Your death has nothing to do with disease, I am afraid it has something to do with clowns, you were not buried on Sunday, you crawled out of the grave on Sunday, but you have no amnesia and are not out of touch with our times, you were not married, you were not even Born without baptism, in short, although you have a past that you don't want to remember, your life will never repeat."

Harry shook the extra hammer in her hand: "Is that what you mean?"

……

……

"...Then who do you think I am?"

Jason was bored for a while. After driving to a quiet place, he stopped. He got out of the car and sat down on a high concrete platform near the shore. He only noticed that this place was A very high hill.

He asked self-defeatingly, shouldn't communicate with fellow city people whose IQ is as high as Gotham.

"How do I know?" Harry was taken aback for a moment, then sat on the flat side, and then suddenly realized something: "We don't really know each other, do we?"

Then she remembered something, looked at him with her hands on her cheeks and asked enthusiastically, "So you used to be my patient? When you were played by a clown and doubted your life, you came to see a doctor? But I didn't cure you, so you committed suicide?"

She hadn't had the slightest doubt about Jason crawling out of the grave from the beginning to the end, and she certainly wasn't surprised at all.

"..."

"Harry, no, Harleen, you're almost normal now."

The red hood said something leisurely, I don't know if it was a mocking word.

It's just that Harley doesn't buy it: "It's useless to say that, Xiaohong, really don't tell me who you are? It shouldn't be a secret, right? A few years ago, you seemed to appear in Gotham out of thin air, and you occupied everything as soon as you arrived. Most of the gangsters were killed, and then directly kidnapped the clown, I asked him about you afterwards, but he laughed more than a lunatic, in my opinion he definitely knows you."

Jason sighed: "Yes, it's not a secret at all. Almost everyone who knows me knows it, so when I first saw you, I was surprised that you didn't know me."

He took off the hood, and stared at the past with a half-smile in his blue eyes. Jason pointed to Harry, and then to himself: "So, do you know me?"

Harry took a closer look, "Although it looks familiar, I'm not so unconfident about my memory."

Jason thought for a while, then took out a Domino's red mask and put it on.

He can testify that Superman's eyes have never been a technology of Krypton, nor is it magical. Batman's chin has not changed at all after wearing the hood, but when they put it on and take it off, they are completely two people .

Who knows if this is some kind of bonus from the masked vigilante.

Cooperating with the eyes that were much deeper than before, they became as clear as possible, and the tone became lighter on purpose.

"Then what do you say?"

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