Chapter 1123

In America, pronunciations like "Harry," "Henry," and "Harley" are extremely common and can be used for both men and women; some variant pronunciations are also very similar.

If a billboard were to fall on the side of the road and hit ten people, one of them would be named Harry, or have a relative named Harry.

Therefore, when Shiler heard this name, he didn't react at first, but the next second, he heard Gordon's voice ringing out downstairs: "Miss Quinzel, what happened to you?! Why are you covered in blood?!"

Shiler frowned slightly. He walked quickly out of the ward where the corpse was located and followed the stairs downstairs. To be honest, he was also somewhat interested in the famous Harley Quinn; after all, Harleen Quinzel could be considered a relatively famous psychologist in the Marvel Universe.

In the comics, before Harleen Quinzel became Harley Quinn, she worked at Arkham Asylum and was a quite excellent psychologist.

However, Shiler remembered that the comics didn't have very specific descriptions of Harley when she was working as a psychologist; they only said she was a female top student with excellent grades and good professional standards, otherwise, she wouldn't have been in charge of the Joker's diagnosis.

Wei En Hospital could be considered the best hospital in Cat Getan, so it wasn't strange that Harleen Quinzel, as a top student, would work here.

Shiler passed through the somewhat chaotic crowd downstairs and arrived in the room where the shouting came from. Just as he thought he would see a quiet lady wearing a white coat and glasses, he discovered that the person appearing in the center of the room was a girl of fourteen or fifteen.

The white girl in front of him had blood all over her head and face, making it impossible to see her facial contours clearly, but just looking at her figure, she was definitely not an adult, and she couldn't even be considered the strong type among her peers; her figure was quite petite and very thin.

But in huge contrast to this, she was holding a shovel taller than herself in both hands, and the head of the shovel was also covered in blood. There was a large bloodstain on the ground, as well as a series of bloody footprints, and the smell of fresh blood filled the entire room.

At first, Shiler felt a bit surprised. If this girl was Harleen Quinzel, wasn't she of the same generation as Robin?

However, thinking about it, it was normal. In more mainstream comics, Batman, the Joker, and Luthor were older, Superman was younger, and the Flash was even younger.

Harley Quinn's age wasn't specifically described, but judging from the details of her personal life, she wasn't of the same generation as Batman; she was much younger than Batman. Judging from her image in the comics, there might be an age gap of 15 to 20 years.

Batman was 23 years old this year, and it was hard to judge the specific age of the little Harley in front of him, but just looking at her appearance, she should be about the same as Dick, with a difference of about ten years from Batman.

At this time, the head nurse had already brought a basin of clear water and two towels. Two adult female nurses were somewhat flustered helping Harley wipe the blood off her face. Gordon stood to the side, his tone full of guilt.

"At the time, she said she wanted to come to the hospital to work, and I shouldn't have agreed. However, in the injection training for the children's gang, she was the most dexterous. I thought Wei En Hospital was the safest and there wouldn't be any major issues, so I let her come..."

"Miss Quinzel's performance is very good." The head nurse said while wiping little Harley's hair: "She can prepare medicine, perform infusions, and even check prescriptions. Among the group of children you sent, she is the best performer."

Shiler, standing to the side, sized up the surrounding environment. This room wasn't large; it was packed full with five or six people standing in it. Judging from the cabinets and the sundries piled up on the side, this should be a tool room.

Shiler turned his head and stared at a mark on the wall. That was where the large shovel should have been placed originally. Because no one had moved it for a long time, the wooden handle of the shovel left a black mark on the clean white wall.

Facing the towel being wiped on her face, Harley shook her head vigorously, got rid of the nurse's hand, and put down one end of the shovel.

Then, she used one hand to brush her blood-stained hair behind her head, made a "tsk" sound, and said: "Believe me, I gave that bastard a hard one. He will definitely lose a leg! Maybe he will even die of massive hemorrhaging!"

Her voice was crisp, with a bit of a natural smoky tone, but the indifference and wicked smile in her tone made people feel a chill down their backs.

Gordon covered his eyes, the expression on his face crinkling together. He bent down, pressed both hands on Harley's shoulders, and said to her: "Miss Quinzel, I've said before, you can't be this violent..."

"Is it the same when facing a murderer?" Harley looked into Gordon's eyes and said: "If the police don't use violence against murderers, how do you plan to stop crime?"

Gordon opened his mouth, seemingly not knowing how to refute this sentence, but then, as if he remembered something, he stared at Harley's face and said: "A murderer, you saw a murderer?... Wait, how did you know he was a murderer?"

Harley was a bit impatient with the nurse's action of wiping her face. She threw away the heavy shovel in her hand, snatched the towel from the nurse's hand, and wiped it randomly on her face, letting her delicate features be painted like a little calico cat by the blood.

She exhaled a breath with her lips, blew away the hair in front of her, crossed her arms, and said: "That idiot came to the hospital three times in two weeks, and he walked the same path every time. Did he think I didn't notice?"

"Not to mention his expression and actions, it was as if it were written 'I'm going to do something bad here'..."

"Let me guess, he was probably planning to lie on the awning on the 3rd floor, knock on the window to call someone over, and then stab him." Harley raised both hands to the sky and said: "How stupid and boring!"

Gordon widened his eyes in shock, but Harley curled the corner of her mouth and said: "Don't look at me with that expression. He had just come for the second time, and I knew what he was going to do, so I specifically waited here and gave him a hit."

"You knew what he was going to do long ago, why... why didn't you tell the police or tell the head nurse?"

"You would think I'm crazy." Harley shrugged her shoulders indifferently and said: "Before my parents were murdered, I told them that my uncle had his eye on their property and planned to drive into them to kill them, then go to school to pick me up, and then kill me."

"I even told them at which intersection he planned to make his move, but they just didn't believe it and sought their own deaths."

"It's a pity that my stupid uncle didn't even notice that I had put a knife behind his driver's seat in advance. His blood smeared the windshield so much that it couldn't be seen through."

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The atmosphere in the room instantly quieted down, or rather, it froze.

In Cat Getan, killing and being killed were actually very common things, but those were all grievances and grudges between adults. Cases of adults killing children were rare to begin with, and it was even more astonishing for a thin girl to recount how she killed an adult in front of so many people.

Gordon sighed deeply. Actually, he had heard this story long ago. Harleen Quinzel was actually one of the "kind-hearted girls" he had picked up.

Perhaps some people still remembered that on a stormy night in Cat Getan, several houses collapsed on Broken Fish Basket Street. That actually wasn't an isolated case; many old residential areas were destroyed in the typhoon, and Harley's house was one of them.

The disaster situation on her street was very severe. Gordon led the police to carry out disaster relief. As soon as he went in, he saw a little girl sitting on the ruins eating bread, with two corpses smashed to death lying next to her. They weren't smashed to death by the collapsed building, but had their heads smashed in by a baseball bat with long nails.

After identification by local gangs, those two people were drifters, that is, they didn't belong to any gang and didn't follow any rules, stealing a little here and robbing a little there every day, and doing bad things whenever they got the chance. They were the most bottom-tier street rats.

At that time, seeing Gordon arrive, this little girl patted her butt and stood up. Before Gordon could ask, she rattled off a whole bunch, roughly that she had a premonition that there would be a typhoon, so she ran out in advance, and as a result, these two rats wanted to take advantage of the chaos to kidnap her, so she smashed them to death.

Then, this little girl led a group of police to start disaster relief with ease. How many people were buried under each house, roughly which room they were in when the landslide happened, and which people were worth saving and which people were probably already dead, she knew clearly.

Gordon clicked his tongue in wonder. Even in Cat Getan, which was full of strange geniuses, this situation was extremely rare.

Later, he heard that her parents both died, her uncle wanted to plot for the property and was killed by her, and other relatives and all kinds of jackals who wanted to come and fight for the property were all killed by her using various means.

This little girl, who was not yet an adult and very thin, relied on her own strength to keep a large inheritance in the chaotic situation of Cat Getan. It could simply be called a miracle.

Gordon had a heart that cherished talent and didn't want Harley to go down the wrong path, so he wanted to send her to school. However, ordinary schools couldn't handle such a student, so he first sent Harley to the technical training school of Cat Getan University.

Later, the madness virus broke out, the citizens became agitated, Batman developed an antidote, and they had to inject them one by one. Medical resources were scarce, and they couldn't find nurses. All the age-appropriate women Gordon knew were asked by him, and all those who couldn't escape his harassment became kind-hearted nurses, including Harley.

Harley had a bit of a go-with-the-flow attitude. She only spent less than two days practicing the infusion routine, and then she was impatient to stay in the training class and play with a group of little brats, so she let Gordon send her to Wei En Hospital.

Harley insisted that she was already 16 years old, but Gordon suspected that she might have just turned 14, or even possibly 13. But regardless, she was younger than all the intern nurses at Wei En Hospital, but she did better than everyone else.

The head nurse liked this little girl very much. Harley's explosive temper was very suitable for taking over her shift, so now that Harley was covered in blood, the head nurse was also very angry.

The head nurse collected the blood-filled towel and threw it into the water basin, making a "slap" sound. Instantly, everyone present stiffened. This head nurse, who wasn't tall, opened her mouth coldly and said:

"The hospital is for treating illnesses. Everyone who comes here should be here to seek treatment, not to scout for killing! This murderer has come so many times, is he afraid that the hospital, which is already overcrowded, isn't crowded enough?"

"He actually stepped on the awning and smeared blood all over the ground without laying anything down?! The only thing that can compare to his hygiene awareness is that group of surgeons!"

"Um, sorry, ma'am..." Gordon interrupted the head nurse who was losing her temper. He said somewhat timidly: "That... should we ask about the murderer's situation first? Harley! Harley! Did you see the murderer's face? What did he look like?"

"I saw it, but I don't know him." Harley shook her head gently and said: "Blond hair, brown eyes, wearing a somewhat funny mask, his figure is very burly, but his movements are very clumsy."

"A mask, what kind of mask?" A voice came from the crowd.

Harley instinctively turned her head to look in the direction the voice came from. The moment she saw Shiler, she froze for two seconds.

The thin little figure "whooshed" and darted behind Gordon, baring her teeth at Shiler, looking just like a frightened cat.