After realizing that something was wrong, the poison ivy girl, who was worried about her best friend, immediately became angry.

Several pots of ornamental flowers that were specially placed on the second floor suddenly grew vines, and vines jumped out of the pots, which frightened the men and women who were immersed in joy half to death, and one by one they wished that their parents had lost two legs and screamed and rushed out of the door.

How else to say that Gotham is different?

Even in such a chaotic situation, there was no dangerous stampede, and the orderly evacuation lasted only a minute or two, and the "customers" who crowded Cooper's shop and didn't know where they came from ran away.

There is also Da Ming's "zero yuan purchase" of Mason's shop, and all the potions on the counter are gone.

But now is not the time to feel sorry for his potion, Mason strode into the chaotic shop with a murderous gun, and at the same time "wished" those unclean hands and feet in his heart for the future.

With the toxicity of these potions, if there is no alchemist to tell ordinary people how to take it, it is estimated that the end will not be very good if they pull out the plug and pour it down.

"Jack!"

Mason shouted from the first floor.

Captain Jack, who was drunk, poked his head out of the railing on the second floor with a Mason's face on his head, and his expression, which was still a little disappointed, quickly turned into a touch of surprise.

He staggered down with half a bottle of wine, and opened his hands to give Mason a hug, only to be caught off guard by the intimidating barrel of the gun against his chin.

The icy touch and the one-headed bullet that was ready to fire made Jack sober up quickly.

This is probably some kind of talent that belongs to the legendary pirates?

"Hmm, it looks like someone isn't in a good mood?"

Jack handed over the wine in his hand, his face was full of "you are old and discouraged", Mason didn't take it but his nostrils moved, and the faint fragrance that rushed into his nostrils was instantly interpreted by the instinct of the alchemist of Lv4.

"How much of the Elixir did you add to this wine?"

Mason frowned and said:

"At least 1 to 1, right? The craziest wizards use it by the drop, so you're not afraid to drink yourself to death?"

"It's human instinct to seek pleasure, my dear captain, and you've geniused your way of quantifying 'happiness' into a mystical potion, and it's placed within the reach of a pirate.

You're clearly encouraging me and even tempting me."

Jack blinked, reached out and pressed down the hand cannon in Mason's hand, looked up and poured himself a mouthful, enjoying the pleasure from the bottom of his heart while saying coquettishly:

"If that doesn't give me the opportunity to indulge, then I think my new life in the new world is too boring.

Your city is so great and lively, Harley and I bought a cake to celebrate her birthday, and there were so many enthusiastic people who volunteered to help out on the street!

If they don't have guns, then I love it so much."

"The people on this street are always friendly, and they will even say hello before robbing you, but that doesn't stop you from being a complete jerk!"

Mason stared viciously at the indulgent Jack Sparrow in front of him.

He glanced up to the second floor, where he could still hear a drunken Harley babbling to the accompaniment on the speakers, and the poison ivy girl, who feared her friend, had rushed up the stairs. ….

"What did you do to Harley Queezel?"

The young man asked in a low voice:

"Can't you see that she has some mental problems? I'll just say a word less, and you'll make such a big deal for me!"

"I found out. I don't know much about psychology or psychiatry, but almost everyone on my ship has this problem."

Captain Jack waved his hand disappreciatively and said:

"Anyone who stuffs any normal person into a 'floating coffin' on the surface of the sea and stays with a bunch of violent people for months without seeing land is going crazy.

But luckily, we pirates have a unique pastime.

I told about my experience

Hallie, and she decided to take my advice after weighing it up, and as you can see, she is very happy now.

Throw away the rotten things of the past, and... It's like a new life."

As Spicer spoke, Harley, who was also drunk, had been helped down from the second floor by Ivy.

Under Mason's desperate gaze, the originally intellectual and generous Dr. Halle Queezel has completely "disappeared".

Instead, she was a "little sister" wearing a sports vest and shorts, dyed her blonde hair red and blue, and tied it into two ponytails.

Her face, which had not been powdered, was now covered with makeup.

The very peculiar makeup gives the eyes a smoky make-up, but different red and blue eyeshadows are painted, and a small sticker is used to decorate the bottom of the left eye in the shape of a heart.

It's not ugly to be honest.

After all, how a beautiful girl dresses up is eye-catching, but the problem is that Hallie's dress in front of her is infinitely close to her other "form".

And that's exactly the kind of person Mason has been trying to stop her from becoming.

"Hallie Quinn?"

Mason sighed, looked Dr. Hallie up and down, and said a name.

"Ha, I love the name!"

Dr. Hallie screamed in a happy, high-pitched, girlish voice, and she drunkenly leaned into the arms of the Poison Ivy Girl, and watched suspiciously as two completely different styles of "Mason" appeared in front of her at the same time.

This seemed to be bothering Hallie's messy head at this point, and she suspected that she might be drunk, but she didn't hate enjoying this new pleasure.

She blinked and thought about it, then clapped her hands, and screamed:

"A new life should have a new name, and that dull and boring Harley Queezel has been strangled to death by my own hands, but I promise it has nothing to do with Mr. J.

This is entirely out of my own judgment.

I want to thank you for your help, two lovely Masons, come and let me hug you~"

"Smack"

Mason reached out and slapped his face and covered his eyes.

Jack, who was beside him, didn't know what the name meant, and was still drinking and watching the fun, making Mason want to shoot the bastard in the head.

"Look how free she is now, she doesn't need to be wrapped up in the rotten things of the past anymore."

Captain Jack smiled and said:

"If she were a man, I would definitely invite her on my ship, and she would be a really cool pirate. Don't you know that when I went out with her to buy cake this afternoon, two villains tried to rob us, and..."

"I shot their heads!"

Hallie cheered, waving her fists and shouting in a noisy voice:

"With a baseball bat that I picked up, it just hit it twice! That's a great feeling, Mason, I haven't had any medicine in three days! I feel cute and in great shape now.

Maybe Mr. J left me a gift.

While he was indeed a hopeless villain, what he said made sense.

I really should have faced my terrible life with a more positive attitude!

Maybe I should have chosen this path when my dad ruined my sports dreams by asking me to play match-fixing in a competition when I was about to win the gymnastics championship as a child, and when my mother asked me to help her hide cards in the casino as a child.

No more pretending to be a social elite, no! I don't like classes at all, to learn boring knowledge and take boring lessons."

"Look what you've become!"

Mason swung his pistol and slammed Jack Sparrow, who was whistling to encourage Harry, causing him to sit to the ground with a crunch.

The young man stepped forward and grabbed the chin of Hallie, who was screaming as if she was drunk, and stared into those eyes.

The haze was no longer visible from Hallie's drunken eyes, as if the life in front of her had completed a "detachment" from the spiritual level and completely reconciled with the past

Farewell to life.

The psychological cues left by the clown are fully activated.

"Do you really hate your past self that much? Hallie."

Mason was silent for a few seconds, then whispered a question under the worried gaze of the poison ivy girl next to him.

"I don't know, but I don't like it."

The drunken Hallie pulled Mason's hand away, yawned and leaned against the poison ivy woman's chest, blinking as if she was dozing, and said:

"It's like living in a condom, my parents who were hungry for profit when I was a child and rotten, and when I grew up, I was stupid for those Bichi friends.

When I was in school, I persuaded myself that I had a good future for a good job, and after work, I suppressed myself to like that neurotic place.

But what normal person would like to work in Arkham Asylum?

Every day, I do work that I don't value at all, trying to show the value of my existence so that my shit life can become meaningful.

But I can do any internship with an intern, and even ask the cleaner to change into a doctor's clothes...

Mason, I actually liked Mr. J before you showed up.

I love spending time with him, because he always manages to get me out of my boredom for a while.

I almost followed him.

You were the one who pulled me back from that terrible fate, but you had the power to heal me, but you insisted that I go back and become Halle Quezel.

Let me go back to what you thought was normal, life.

I know you're kind—"

Harley opened her eyes suddenly, pushed away the poison ivy girl who was holding her, she stood in front of Mason with her waist crossed, and reached out to point her hand at Mason's heart.

Shout out:

"But I don't! Enjoy! Happy! I think I'm fine right now, and I like the way you've been treated for three days more than the pills that will make me feel positive and uplifted." ….

"Well said, girl!"

Captain Jack, sitting on the floor rubbing his cheeks, whistled, and the effects of the Polyjuice Potion dissipated, transforming him from Mason's appearance back to the coquettish posture of a pirate captain.

This scene made Hallie, who was screaming, wink.

She glanced blankly at Mason, who was expressionless, and then at Jack Sparrow, who was squeezing at her on the ground.

When she realized that she had spent the past three days listening to the chaotic guidance of a guy she didn't know anything about, Harley was instantly overwhelmed.

She is a professional psychiatrist and psychiatrist.

Even when she was drunk, she had enough professionalism to judge that she had done in the past few days what she would never have done at this stage of treatment.

The previous efforts have been abandoned, my family.

"I'm done."

She covered her face and took a few steps back, screaming as she was supported by the Poison Ivy Woman.

But the next moment, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the bloody baseball bat from the corner behind him, and screamed and pounced on the ground to give him an "emergency craniotomy".

"Ahh

Jack was terrified.

He screamed and ducked behind Mason, poking his head over the captain's shoulder, bringing into account the cunning face of a troublesome pirate disguised as fear.

Especially the coquettish orchid finger...

Others certainly don't have this smell.

"Bang"

The baseball bat that Harley screamed and swung was firmly held in the air by Mason, and his strengthened physique made his body not shake in the slightest.

He said to Hallie, who was about to cry out of the grievances in front of him:

"That's already the case, and what you're saying is not unreasonable. Maybe it's not a bad thing for you to go down this path now, at least you can be happy.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Leslie and I have been concerned about simple treatment and ignoring your own feelings, if Halle Queezel was really that unhappy in the past, again

It's a good idea to start."

Mason sighed, let go of the baseball bat in his hand, and said to Hallie, who was stunned:

"But you have to keep drinking the medicine!

Just because you want a new life doesn't mean that you have to let your mental state slide in the direction of Zhou Ke'er until you become a complete madman.

Now it's time for you to rest, the shop won't be open tonight."

He glanced at the Poison Ivy Girl beside him, who immediately grabbed Harley's hand and dragged her upstairs.

Harley sneaked a look at Mason with some trepidation, and only relieved herself when she saw Mason's trademark gentle smile and followed Ivy up to the second floor.

As she stepped up the stairs, Mason thought for a moment and whispered:

"Sorry to disturb your birthday party, but happy birthday! Halle Quinn."

"Woooooooo

Hallie, who was in a big mood, was made to cry on the spot by this sentence, and she snorted miserably and turned back to Mason under the comfort of her best friend:

"Do you want to have a birthday cake together?" Mason, I picked the best one with that bastard Jack, although there wasn't much left."

"No, I don't like sweets, it's not good for my health." ….

Mason shook his head and said:

"But I can give you something to eat, it's also a way to celebrate birthdays in the far east, wait a minute, I'll clean up this place first."

After dismissing Harley, who was in a state of great mood swings, Mason looked back at Captain Jack, who was still drinking.

He gritted his teeth and said:

"Say! What else did you do besides Harley? Don't tell me you've done anything else unforgivable with my identity!"

"Ha, no, how could I be so unreliable?"

Jack waved his hand, and with a smile on his face, he took out a piece of paper and stuffed it into Mason's hand, and the young man opened it to see that it was full of dense phone numbers.

The captain stood up and put his arm around Mason's shoulders and whispered:

"It's all my hand-picked girls' phone calls. From 16 to 46 years old, it's up to you which one you like, and I've been in contact with them and used my amazing charm to make them remember Mason Cooper as a fun and open guy.

When you're lonely, you just need to make a phone call...

You know.

Look at your life as an ascetic, it's not good, Mason.

Young people like you must learn to have fun in time, and don't wait until you're as old as me to regret it.

This is what I have to do, no thanks, Captain."

He poured a sip of wine into his mouth, took out his pirate pocket watch, looked at the time, and then patted Mason on the shoulder and said:

"I'll go back to the bar first, there's a rich woman party over there tonight who invited me, and I don't want to miss it."

"You'd better prepare, Jack."

Without hesitation, Mason clenched the paper in his hand, called for the magic fire to incinerate it into flying ashes, and then raised his head and said to Captain Jack, who staggered out of the shop:

"We're on a mission in five days, and you'll have to go with you this time. I'll have your suit and weapons ready, so don't drop your chain when the time comes.

If you can't keep up with us, I won't hesitate to leave you to fend for yourself in that dangerous world.

Seriously.

It's no joke.

It's definitely not 'private!' Person! Kindness! Resentment! Don't think too much about it when you go to bed at night."

Handsome dog Frank