The Death Knell

The superwoman went out through the window of the warehouse and went around behind the murderer to block the escape route, while Su Ming peeked out from the door of the warehouse to see what the shadow in the front hall was doing.

As I said before, this building should be an abandoned store, so the front hall of the house is still very spacious. After dozens of corpses are piled up, there is still enough space for activities.

The neon lights outside the window were constantly shining, which made the environment in the room even darker. The somewhat stooped figure was dragging a corpse, struggling towards the pile of corpses in the corner.

Only the sound of his heavy breathing could be heard in the darkness. Today's victim was a bit big, which made it more or less difficult to remove the corpse.

From the gate of the store to the corner of the wall, only a short distance of ten meters away, the black shadow took a break in the middle. He stopped and wiped his sweat with his arms, and he looked a bit like a hard-working farmer.

When he came to the pile of corpses, he looked at his previous works and was silent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking about. But muffled sobs could be heard coming from him, as if mourning for the victims.

"Ah, hiss, ah..."

This kind of behavior is not uncommon, and some serial killers have similar situations. Returning to the crime scene and returning to the burial place can mean something to the killer.

Showing an excessive attachment to the dead body is a classic schizophrenic disorder because it is an affective deformity.

After crying for a while, the black shadow regained his strength, grabbed the thigh of the corpse dragged behind him, and threw the obese victim to the top of the pile of corpses as best he could.

Today's victim was a bit mischievous, his chubby body rolled down uncontrollably, and the viscera flowed out from the severed abdominal cavity, which inevitably made the black shadow busy again.

He seemed to regard each corpse as a container, and wanted them to contain the internal organs without overturning, which made him inevitably stained with blood and various filth in the process of arranging them.

Once the display was not completed, Sombra rearranged the internal organs of the victim, and did it again, but the body rolled down again.

The pile of corpses was too high, which made throwing corpses into a technical task, but when the fat man's corpse rolled to the ground again, the black shadow squatted down with his head in his arms, and let out a wronged cry:

"Uh, why? Why can't I do it? Uuuuuuuuu..."

Diana beside him exchanged glances with Deathstroke, and gently put away his sword, because judging from the weakness of the shadow, he couldn't use a weapon at all.

Harley, who was still a little drowsy, was more energetic at this time, because she felt that the performance of Sombra was of research value. You must know that patients with depression tend to commit suicide rather than kill people. This sneaky Sombra is an interesting special case .

Su Ming raised his hand to signal to start action. Diana took off the noose around her waist, swung it a few times in her hand, and threw it at the crying person.

The rope was like a living snake, and the golden light shone in the darkness, wrapping around the opponent's body flexibly like a snake, pulling him to the ground, unable to move.

At the same time, the superwoman who circled behind also appeared outside the gate at the same time, stuck at the gate, blocking the opponent's retreat.

However, seeing Sombra's weak chicken-like performance, Kara tilted her head and shrugged towards the death knell. She felt that the plan seemed to be overdone. This person is not a criminal with superpowers at all. No.

But at this time the bound figure was not panicked, he looked down at the noose on his chest, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Wonder Woman, is that you?"

As everyone's eyesight gradually adapted to the golden light of the rope, and the death knell took out the camping lamp for lighting, everyone saw the captured murderer clearly, and it seemed that the shady covering him had just faded away.

He has green hair, a pale face, a purple suit, and long pointed shoes. The body is a little rickety, which may be caused by aging, and the arms and legs are as thin as hemp sticks, and the whole person seems to be blown down by a gust of wind.

"clown?"

The moment they saw this person clearly, Diana and Kara asked such questions at the same time, but Deathstroke and Harley

Without saying a word, one of them was holding his chin and thinking, while the other squatted down and looked at the prisoner with his head tilted.

"Yes, I'm a clown, hee hee... No, I'm the "Stop Laughter" (Nughingn), no, no, who am I? Who am I? Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The question from the two women seemed to be a key word, and the man who was in a mess on the ground suddenly fell into a frenzy, first laughing, then crying, rolling around on the ground, the blood-stained purple suit was now covered with blood. There is no dust, and the pale paint face is full of pain.

This man is not a clown.

First of all, the age and physical condition do not match. This person is too old, and the clown has the Dionysian factor in his body. He will not age as fast as ordinary people, and he has a strong self-healing ability.

Secondly, he is now bound by a lasso of mantra, and everything he speaks will be the truth, so he really doesn't know who he is.

Then, his face was wrong. Although he also had green hair and a pale face, the wounds at the corners of his mouth were downward, showing a sad appearance with a crying face, which was the exact opposite of the clown.

"Harry, this is not a clown, but he has an identity disorder, it's up to you." Su Ming waved his hand, indicating that Little Tangdou will start the psychological treatment now. This person's face has been burned by chemicals, and it is impossible to tell The specific identity, but although his voice is quite old, Su Ming is sure that he has heard it before, but he is not sure who it is.

"It's really not him, but it's still bad luck, bah." Harry spat aside, she still didn't have a good look at people dressed like clowns, but she knew that she had to take care of the overall situation, so she walked out of the darkness listlessly, He came to the prisoner and knelt down to start talking, first pointing to his nose: "Do you know me?"

The man who stopped laughing raised his head, he couldn't stop crying at all, he tried his best to look at the woman in the red dress with his eyes blurred by tears, obviously he was using his willpower to fight against his madness~www.NovelMTL.com~ he also Want to know who you are.

After observing for a while, he seemed to remember, the white dead branches trembling fingers at the lower end of the bound arm:

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Ah, in a sense, that me is dead, but now is not the time to say that, look into my eyes, listen to me, you are doing well, then look over the door, that woman you Do you still know each other?"

Harley, who showed a slight smile, became serious. She raised her finger to Superwoman. This test is to verify whether the patient responds to external stimuli, whether she has the ability to judge rationally, and also verifies the level of memory and observation.

From a certain point of view, the condition of the person who stops laughing is more serious and complex than that of the previous second-generation Rorschach, including schizophrenia, split personality, identity disorder, depression, and possibly pica and Amnesia.

But the symptoms he showed were milder. Apart from his love for killing, he just couldn't recognize himself. There was no problem with communication and dialogue, and he could still recognize everyone.

In view of the fact that love to kill is not a disease but a treatment principle of personal preference, Harley has already made a judgment. The willpower of the person who stops laughing is very strong, which is not comparable to that of a crappy guy like Reggie, so he can be saved.

She has a treatment idea, and it will take effect soon. It is still the same sentence, God helps those who help themselves. If a lunatic wants to recover, he must first want to recover.