Death after death, trapped in a cage again and again, only to make these personalities more distorted, gradually moving towards the madness of destroying everything.

Harley Quinn had been watching, and she could tell that Dillett wasn't pretending, that he was a real schizophrenic, and that he was suffering from it.

It wasn't until Dillett regained her composure that Harley Quinn continued, "Braster, is this your friend's name?" ”

"He's not my friend, he's just a guy who is behind in rent and doesn't want to relocate." Dielett said.

"So, can you tell me about your tenants? What about anyone else besides Laughter and Brast? If you can, you'd better let me meet them. Harley Quinn asked.

"Oh! If I want to meet a beautiful woman, can I comb her hair? ”

"Dillett, let me out, I promise not to cause you trouble, the most well-behaved person here is me!"

"It seems that the time for the show is coming again, this time I play a prodigal son, how about helping you soak her? I think I could trick her into getting laid, and twice! ”

……

A group of madmen were arguing in Dillett's mind, and Dillett shook his head and shook them in the spirit world before replying, "None of them are good people to talk to, but if you insist, please give me a dice." ”

"The dice?" Harley Quinn said as she looked at Dillett strangely.

"Yes, this is an agreement between us, I'll roll the dice, and the points will decide who will come out to let the wind out today." Dielett said.

"Why do you want to try your luck in this way, can't you have one day per person?" Harley Quinn asked.

"That's because they all think they're luckier than everyone else." Dielett said.

"And what about actually?" Harley Quinn asked again.

"Actually, no matter which of them comes out to let the wind out, I must be the one who is unlucky in the end." Dielett said.

Soon, Dillett's request was fulfilled, and a very ordinary dice were grabbed in the palm of his hand and casually thrown onto the table.

The dice tick and the last two red dots appear on top.

The moment the dice stopped, Dillett's eyes became deep, and the originally clear blue eyes turned gray.

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

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

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

It's a pity that the other party didn't respond, just lowered his head and looked at his fingers.

On the thumb of his right hand, the wound bitten by the laughter had been wrapped with gauze, and at this time he ripped the gauze open, revealing the erosion wound that had not yet healed.

"Laugh at you bastard!"

He cursed in a low voice, and then bit down on his intact left thumb in Harley Quinn's surprised eyes.

Blood gushed out, and the left thumb was bitten.

Sucking on the bleeding left thumb, but pressing the treated right thumb against the table.

The wound, which had been scabbed with blood, burst open and blood flowed out again.

The man seemed to feel relieved when he compared the wounds on his two fingers, and then replied to Harley Quinn, "You can call me Balance, this is my code name."

"Balance?" Hearing this name, and then thinking of the behavior just now, Harley Quinn preliminarily judged that this person had an almost pathological obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He seemed to care very much about symmetry, and even the wounds on his hands had to be exactly the same on the left and right.

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

It's just a very ordinary black hairpin, but because of its simple shape, it's a simple symmetrical structure.

Balance reached out and took the hairpin, looked at it carefully, and then pulled a hair down from the center of his head.

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

In the end, Balance twisted the ends of the hair and lifted the hairpin up.

"Perfectly balanced, beautiful hairpins." Balance said with a smile.

Seeing this scene, Harley Quinn was also shocked.

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

Just as Harley Quinn was about to continue asking, she saw Balance Huo Ran raise her head and say to herself, "The hairpin is beautiful, but your hairstyle ...... It's not pretty. ”

"My hairstyle?" Only then did Halle Quinn react, she combed her bangs with three or seven points today, which is probably a "bad look" in the eyes of balancing this obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But Harley Quinn didn't expect that in the next second, balance had already pounced on her.

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

When Harley Quinn came back to her senses, the whole person had been pressed to the ground by balance, and when she fell, she seemed to have hit something sharp in her shoulder, and a wound was cut.

Balance wiped Harley Quinn's blonde hair with his blood-drenched hands, smeared her bangs in symmetry with blood, and quickly tied her long hair into a double ponytail.

In the process, Harley Quinn saw that the balance was healing rapidly because of the hands that had been freed from the shackles and exposed the bones. By the time the guards arrived and set up the balance, all that was left of his hands was blood, and even the wound on his thumb was gone.

"Look, it's pretty now." Balance said to Harley Quinn with a smile.

It was only before the balanced gray eyes turned blue again, and the main personality of Dillett was replaced.

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

"Hold the grass! Balance your old coward with obsessive-compulsive disorder terminal cancer! ”

Dillett was whipped by a round of sticks, and he was in pain, and life was worse than death.

Harley Quinn looked at Dillett's miserable appearance and touched her shoulder again, there was originally a cut here, but it was now completely healed, and only a little dried blood remained.

In the spiritual world of Dillett, Balance sat on the chair quite elegantly and said: "Actually, I am not obsessive-compulsive, but seeing asymmetrical things makes my head dizzy, and I can't even walk steadily." ”

"Well, I almost believed it, balancing your acting skills has improved." Laughing maniacally as he stabbed Braster in the neck with a knife, blood splattering and making mosaics everywhere again.

It's not that he laughed and held a grudge, but that this guy just fought the landlord and was caught.

"By the way, don't you have control over your healing ability, why don't you help Dillit get this beating? Anyway, he's our boss too. Madness asked.

"We are schizophrenic, and we don't have a problem with IQ? Even if it can heal itself, it still hurts when you get beaten. "Balance says as a matter of course.

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