A mechanical master of a certain manga

Death again and again, being trapped in a cage and taking pleasure in pain again and again, the result is only to make these personalities more distorted, gradually leading to madness that destroys everything.

Harley Quinn had been watching, and she could tell that Dilitt wasn't just faking it. He was a real schizophrenic, and he was suffering from it.

After Dilit regained his composure, Harley Quinn continued: "Blast, is this your friend's name?"

"He is not my friend, he is just a guy who is behind on rent and unwilling to move." Dilit said.

"So, can you introduce to me your tenants? Apart from Laughter and Blast, are there anyone else? If possible, it would be best for me to meet them." Harley Quinn asked.

"Oh, I have to meet a beautiful woman. Can I comb her hair?"

"Dilit, let me go out and I promise not to cause you any trouble. I am the best behaved person here."

"It seems it's show time again. This time I play a prodigal son and help you pick her up. I think I can trick her into sleeping with her, twice."

A group of madmen were quarreling in Dilit's mind. Dilit shook his head and staggered them around in the spiritual world, and then replied: "They are not suitable people to chat with, but if you insist, Please give me a die."

"Dice" Harley Quinn said looking at Dilit strangely.

"Yes, this is the agreement between us. I will throw the dice and the points will determine who will show off today." Dilit said.

"Why do you have to use this kind of luck? Can't everyone have a day?" Harley Quinn asked.

"That's because they all think they have better luck than others," Dilit said.

"What about actually?" Harley Quinn asked again.

"Actually, no matter which one of them comes out to show off, I will definitely be the unlucky one in the end." Dilit said.

Soon, Dilit's request was met. He grabbed a very ordinary dice in his hand and threw it on the table casually.

The dice spun and the last two red dots appeared on top.

When the dice stopped, Dilit's eyes became dark, and his originally clear blue eyes turned gray.

"Personality switching, even physical characteristics will change." Harley Quinn was a little surprised. This was a case she had never encountered before.

After switching personalities, Dilit just glanced at Harley Quinn, and then lowered his head as if he was frightened.

"Hey, can you tell me your name?" Harley Quinn asked.

Unfortunately, the other party did not respond. He just lowered his head and looked at his fingers.

On his right thumb, the wound bitten by the crazy laughter had been wrapped with gauze. At this time, he pulled off the gauze, revealing the eroded wound that had not yet healed.

"Laughing like crazy you bastard"

He cursed in a low voice, and then, in Harley Quinn's surprised eyes, bit her good left thumb.

Blood gushed out, and his left thumb was bitten.

He sucked the bleeding left thumb, but pressed the treated right thumb hard on the table.

The wound that had been scabbed with blood burst open, and blood began to flow out again.

The man compared the wounds on his two fingers and seemed to feel it. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and then replied to Harley Quinn: "You can call me Balance, this is my code name."

When "Balance" heard this name and thought of the behavior just now, Harley Quinn initially judged that this person had almost pathological obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He seems to care about symmetry very much. Even the wounds on his hands must be made exactly the same on the left and right to correspond.

After thinking for a while, in order to verify her idea, Harley Quinn took off her hairpin, handed it to Balancing, and asked, "What do you think of this hairpin?"

This is just a very ordinary black hairpin, but because of its simple shape, it has a simple symmetrical structure.

Balancing stretched out his hands to take the hairpin, looked at it carefully, and then pulled out a piece of hair from the center of his head.

Then, he placed the hairpin on the hair and carefully aligned the hair with the central axis of the hairpin.

Finally, Balancing actually twisted the two ends of the hair and lifted up the hairpin.

"Perfect balance, very beautiful hairpin." Balancing said with a smile.

Seeing this scene, Harley Quinn was also shocked.

The terrifying balance and hands that are as stable as high-precision machines. Without either of them, it would be impossible to "lift" the hairpin with a single hair.

Just when Harley Quinn was about to continue asking, she saw Balancing suddenly raised his head and said to himself: "The hairpin is very beautiful, but your hairstyle is very ugly."

"My hairstyle." Harley Quinn then realized that she wore three-quarter bangs today, which was probably an "unsightly" look to balance her obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But Harley Quinn didn't expect that the next second, Balance would have rushed towards her.

At this time, Harley Quinn's only thought was: "Aren't his hands and feet shackled?"

When Harley Quinn came back to her senses, her whole body had been balanced and pressed to the ground. When she fell, her shoulder seemed to have hit something sharp, causing a wound.

Balancing, on the other hand, used his bloody hands to smear Harley Quinn's blond hair, smearing the three-quarter bangs into a symmetrical shape with blood, while also quickly tying her long hair into a twin-tail shape.

During this process, Harley Quinn saw that Balancing's hands were healing rapidly as he broke free from the shackles, revealing the bones of his hands. When the guards arrived and set up the balance, there were only blood stains on his hands, and even the original wound on his thumb was gone.

"Look, she's beautiful now." Balancing said to Harley Quinn with a smile.

But soon, the balanced gray eyes turned into blue again, and Dilit's main personality was changed back.

"You took the initiative to go back so soon this time." Dilit was wondering, but he saw that the guards had already raised their sticks at him.

"Hold the grass to balance you, an old cunt with obsessive-compulsive disorder and terminal cancer."

Dilit was hit with a round of sticks and was so painful that he was in agony, and life was worse than death.

Harley Quinn looked at Dilit's miserable appearance and touched her shoulder. There was originally a scratched wound, but it had completely healed by now, leaving only a little dried blood.

In Dilit's spiritual world, Sitting on a chair with balance and grace, he said: "Actually, I don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder. It's just that seeing asymmetrical things makes my head dizzy and makes me unsteady when I walk."

"Well, I almost believed it. Balance, your acting skills have improved." Kuangxiao said while stabbing Blast's neck with a knife. The blood spattered and made mosaics everywhere again.

It's not that he was laughing and holding a grudge, but that this guy was caught just out of a fight.

"By the way, can't you control the healing ability? Why don't you help Dilit take this beating? Why don't you say that he is also our boss." He asked with a smile.

"We are schizophrenic, and we don't have IQ problems. Even if we can heal ourselves, it will still hurt when we are beaten." Balancing said matter-of-factly.