[Comprehensive British and American] Exchange bodies with Chaoying

"Then keep doing it." Tony opened his mouth, and finally said something that was almost the same as not saying anything.

Dawn still stared at Tony, with many words hidden in his eyes.

"You can say whatever you want." Tony avoided his eyes and turned his head. The way he looked at Dawn was like facing his inner questioning, which was something he couldn't avoid right now.

why don't you pay attentionWhy don't you give more protection?Why don't you be a little more thoughtful?

Obviously, obviously it can be avoided...

Obviously, as long as you are more careful, none of this will happen...

"Boss, this is not your responsibility." Dawn comforted suddenly.

Tony was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Dawn to comfort him.

"If anyone is responsible for this, it's all of us," Dawn continued. "Our assumptions, our actions are pushing stones."

"The responsibility is not personal."

"What's more, the clown is the real responsible person, we can't punish ourselves for his mistakes."

"...but everyone feels in their hearts that their responsibility is greater."

Tony was silent for a long time, as if looking for the exact words to convey the meaning: "You too, Dawn."

"We can see that."

He ends up using the personal pronoun we.

In fact, it is indeed 'us'. After deciding to let Dawn play the role of Mo Sheng, everyone also analyzed Dawn (Dawn didn't know about it) in order to formulate the next plan.

By almost all accounts, Dawn is more emotional than expected - more 'human'.

Oh no, she is already a life, an independent life, it doesn't matter whether it looks like or not.

"So I think we need to provide psychological counseling to Dawn." Natasha pointed to the data map and said, and then looked at the people around her one by one, "We all are."

"But the problem is that she is in charge of our psychological counseling." Tony spread his hands helplessly, and said again when everyone looked at him.

"At least recently, Jarvis's energy is mostly used to maintain the base and my company's daily operations. Friday is responsible for the handover of the Justice League and working with Jarvis."

"I don't need to elaborate on the concept of psychological counseling, right? We can't find a professional psychologist—no one wants to reveal their secrets and true inner thoughts to outsiders."

"And it belongs to the subject of humanization. My wording may not be accurate, but it is similar in terms of counseling. Who can be a psychologist in the base?"

As Tony said, he looked at Banner specifically, and pointed at him: "Banner has a doctorate in psychology—"

In the middle of his speech, he signaled Banner to continue, and Banner followed suit: "But I can't do psychological counseling. Everyone knows that my own psychological problems have only recently been alleviated."

"Look, that's what he said." Tony spread his hands after Banner's answer, and raised his eyebrows helplessly, "So only Dawn and Jarvis have the corresponding professional knowledge and can hold the position."

"But they can't do it now."

"And just to remind you, if you look through the physical examination reports from [-] to [-], you will find—" Tony paused abruptly when he said this, but continued quickly, and no one found anything abnormal, "Then There’s no such thing as mental health on it.”

Speaking of this, all the Avengers also understood what Tony meant.

How can the 'psychiatrist' guide them when they have psychological problems?

Physicians cannot heal themselves.

Thinking about them, I feel a little ironic, and they are all caught in guilt and self-blame.

Everyone persuades others not to think so, but isn't everyone entangled in rationality and sensibility, relying on only one belief?

And the day when beliefs will disappear, how can the external environment make you easily stick to your beliefs?How can such a tenacious belief be formed in peace?

Everyone also wisely stopped discussing the matter of psychological counseling. Anyway, this issue seems irrelevant in the general environment.

Dawn's emotionality made everyone a little worried, but she had to admit that even if she was emotional, she was more rational than them, because she was still an AI at heart and could analyze things from an objective perspective.

She is still the best choice, none of them can play the little girl, the life of the little girl is too different from what they have experienced, it is too normal and ordinary, it is a life they have never experienced.

It is always said that people should remain rational, but is it really possible?In most cases it is not possible.

Humans are emotional animals after all.

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What Mo Sheng saw when he opened his eyes was still a clown, a clown holding a gun and smiling strangely.

She felt a little numbness in her body, as if her blood circulation was not smooth after being immobile for a long time, which brought bursts of tingling pain.

She moved her hands, but this movement also consumed her a lot of energy, and her body was somewhat out of her control.

"Well, our cute little girl is awake." The clown saw Mo Sheng's movements, so he clapped his hands, and the applause echoed in the empty warehouse, "How about it, isn't this gift great?"

"I knew you'd like it."

Mo Sheng snorted mockingly, she always treated the clown's words like this, because it made her feel better, at least it didn't feel like...

Not everything is out of your control.

She can also control her attitude towards the Joker, can't she?

"Hey, you make me a little sad." The clown said as he walked up a few steps and walked around behind Mo Sheng.

Mo Sheng was shocked by his actions - instinctive fear and disgust, because the gate of life was exposed.

"This gift is purely for your own good." He just stood there without doing anything else, and continued to ramble, "I guess you must hate this feeling of being controlled now? And this gift will make you Get rid of this trouble forever."

The clown laughed weirdly, for a long time before he stopped: "I treat other people...hahaha...never been better."

He talked and laughed, even bent over.

"This great gift...hahaha...no one will believe it if I tell it."

It was a long time before the clown stood up, and this time he moved and came forward again.

"This gift will make you no longer be suppressed by anyone, you can do whatever you want, no one, or no creature can control you."

The clown took out a handful of fireworks from the table behind him, shot them in the air, and immediately some streamers spewed out, making the atmosphere a bit funny: "How? This is absolute freedom."

"Oh, absolute freedom will only bring about the exploitation of the weak by the strong. I don't need absolute freedom." Mo Sheng shook his neck and sneered.

She doesn't care about being guarded, as long as it can ensure safety and order, what is guarding?And shouldn't it be?Why are they not willing to pay for the benefits brought by custody?

No one can have absolute freedom, people must be bound by something, laws and morals or whatever, otherwise the most primitive desires will be released.

To give a certain amount of freedom will get the corresponding stability.

"Oh oh oh, it seems that you prefer order. This is not good. We are just the opposite. My wish is to bring the world into chaos." The clown frowned, as if he was really troubled by this problem.

"So there must always be a compromise between us, after all, the world cannot be both chaotic and orderly."

"And that person will naturally not be me."

The clown brought in something similar to a TV. To be more accurate, it should be a video player. It looked a bit worn out, as if it was bought from a second-hand market.

"—but you, my sweet little girl."

"You don't think I can only do these things, do you? Oh, oh, don't be so naive, this is nothing, I'm a clown, you should know what clowns can do."

The corners of the clown's mouth were almost grinning to his ears, and his green hair kept shaking.

"Didn't you say that you want to kill someone? That's why I want to kill people."

"Punish your heart too."

As the clown spoke, he pressed a button on the remote control in his hand, and the player immediately started playing something.

Mo Sheng didn't take this to heart at first, but until she saw something familiar on the player.

That was something she would never admit was wrong.

The girl couldn't help but look at the clown in horror. She couldn't say anything for a while because of the atmosphere and panic, and the calmness in her dark brown eyes was no longer there.

No, no, don't, it's enough for her to bear any pain, don't involve others.

Mo Sheng thought unwillingly.

She is sober, what the clown is about to do will become her nightmare and make her feel guilty for the rest of her life.

"Hey, she is as cute as you think, so you have to compromise." The clown adjusted the range of the screen, and the image became clearer.

"Could it be that you really have the heart to let your good friend die unexpectedly?"

The video played by the clown was near Lu Nian's house. He first showed a sniper shot, and then another shot of Lu Nian's house—it was so damn clear, you don't need to think about it to know that the distance is extremely close.

...To be honest, it doesn't matter if the distance is not close, as long as it is within the range of a sniper, it is dangerous.

After all, one shot is dead.

Mo Sheng's chest heaved violently, panting heavily, even when she knew that she was captured by the clown, her emotions didn't fluctuate so much.

Ha, murdering her heart, what the hell is killing her heart, threatening her with Lu Nian, threatening her with her best friend.How dare he?How could this be?

... the Joker is crazy, and he does.

And he was right, no matter what, she couldn't ignore Lu Nian.

"What exactly do you want?!" Mo Sheng stared at the clown, and asked through gritted teeth. If eyes could kill, she would have killed the clown a thousand times.

"Oh, don't be too anxious, this will make the game lose its fun." The clown continued to say something unclear.

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