Volume 3: The Nameless Chapter 20: Faxperro! What on earth did you do under my identity?
After realizing that something was wrong, Poison Ivy, who was worried about her best friend, immediately got angry.
Several pots of ornamental flowers that were specially placed on the second floor suddenly grew vines that jumped out of the pots with their claws and fangs bared, which scared the men and women who were immersed in joy half to death. They screamed and rushed out the door, wishing their parents had given them two less legs.
Why else would you say that people in Gotham are different?
Even in such a chaotic situation, no dangerous stampede occurred. The orderly evacuation lasted only a minute or two, and all the "customers" who came from nowhere and crowded Cooper's shop ran away .
And Da Congming also went to Mason's store for "zero dollar shopping" and bought all the potions on the counter.
But now is not the time to feel sorry for his potion. Mason strode into the chaotic shop with a gun in hand and at the same time "wishing" those dirty guys to have trouble in the future.
Given the toxicity of these potions, if ordinary people simply uncorked and drank them without the alchemist's instructions on how to take them, the consequences would probably not be good.
"Jack!"
Mason called out from the first floor.
The drunk Captain Jack, with a face like Mason, popped his head out from the second-floor railing, and his originally disappointed expression quickly turned into a hint of surprise.
He staggered down with a half-full bottle of wine and opened his arms to give Mason a hug, but he was suddenly pressed against his chin by the intimidating barrel of the gun.
The cold touch and the ready-to-fire slug sobered Jack up quickly.
Perhaps this is some kind of talent belonging to the legendary pirate?
"Hmmmm, looks like someone's in a bad mood?"
Jack handed the wine in his hand over, with an expression of "please calm down", Mason did not take it but his nostrils moved, and the faint fragrance that rushed into his nostrils was instantly interpreted by the instinct of the Lv4 alchemist.
"How much ecstasy did you put in this drink?"
Mason frowned and said:
"It's at least 1:1, right? Even the craziest wizards use it by the drop. Aren't you afraid of drinking yourself to death?"
"The pursuit of happiness is human nature, my dear captain, and you have geniusly quantified 'happiness' into a mysterious potion, and placed it within the reach of a pirate.
You are clearly encouraging me or even tempting me."
Jack blinked his eyes, stretched out his hand to suppress the hand cannon in Mason's hand, raised his head and took a sip, enjoying the joy from the bottom of his heart while saying coquettishly:
"If this doesn't give me a chance to indulge myself, then I think my new life in the new world is pretty boring.
Your city is really great and lively. Harley and I bought a cake to celebrate her birthday. We just shouted on the street and many kind-hearted people came to help!
If they didn’t have guns, I’d love it here.”
"People on this street are always nice, they'll even say hello before they rob you, but that doesn't stop you from being a complete asshole!"
Mason stared fiercely at the indulgent Jack Sparrow in front of him.
He glanced toward the second floor, where he could still hear the drunk Harley humming along with the accompaniment from the speakers. Poison Ivy, worried about her friend, had already rushed up the stairs.
"What did you do to Harley Quinzel?"
The young man asked in a low voice:
"Can't you see that she has some mental problems? I just didn't give her a word of caution and you made such a big fuss!"
"I found out. Although I don't know much about psychology and psychiatry, almost everyone on my ship has this problem."
Captain Jack waved his hand disapprovingly and said:
"If you put any normal person in a 'floating coffin' on the sea with a group of violent people for several months without seeing land, that person would go crazy.
But luckily for us pirates, we have a unique way to entertain ourselves.
I told Halle about my experience, and she weighed the pros and cons and decided to take my advice, and as you can see, she is now very happy.
Leave the bad things in the past behind and then... start anew."
While Spiro was speaking, Harley, who was also drunk, was being helped down from the second floor by Ivy.
Under Mason's desperate gaze, the once intellectual and generous Dr. Harley Quinzel has completely "disappeared".
Instead, there was a "little gangster" wearing a sports vest and shorts, with her blonde hair dyed red and blue and tied into two ponytails.
Her face, which was usually bare, was now covered with makeup.
A very unique makeup look, with smokey eyes but with different red and blue eyeshadows, and a heart-shaped decoration made with a small sticker under the left eye.
It's not ugly to be honest.
After all, a beautiful girl is pleasing to the eye no matter how she dresses, but the problem is that the way Harley is dressed in front of us is infinitely close to her other "form".
And that's exactly who Mason has been trying to stop her from becoming.
"Harley Quinn?"
Mason sighed, looked up and down at the current Dr. Harley and said a name.
"Ha, I like that name!"
Dr. Harley screamed in a happy and sharp girlish voice. She leaned drunkenly in Poison Ivy's arms and looked at the two "Masons" with completely different styles appearing in front of her at the same time.
This seemed to bother Harley's now messy head, and she suspected that she might be drunk, but she didn't hate enjoying this new pleasure.
She blinked her eyes, thought for a moment, clapped her hands, and screamed:
"A new life should have a new name. The dull and boring Harley Quinzel who always lived in a serious manner has been strangled to death by my own hands, but I promise that this has nothing to do with Mr. J.
This is entirely based on my own judgment.
I want to thank you for your help, two lovely Masons, come and let me hug you~"
"Snap"
Mason slapped his hands to his face, covering his eyes.
Jack beside him had no idea what the name meant and was still happily drinking and watching the fun, making Mason want to shoot this bastard in the head.
"Look how free she is now. She doesn't have to be tormented by the bad things in the past."
Captain Jack laughed and said:
"If she were a man, I would definitely invite her on my ship. She would make a very cool pirate. You don't know that this afternoon when she and I went out to buy cake, two bad guys tried to rob us, and then..."
"I blew their heads off!"
Harley cheered and waved her fists while shouting loudly:
"I just used a baseball bat and banged it twice! It felt so good, Mason, I haven't taken any pills in three days! I feel so cute and in great shape now.
Maybe what Mr. J left me was a gift.
Although he is indeed a hopeless villain, what he said does make sense.
I really should have a more positive attitude towards my crappy life!
Perhaps I should have chosen this path since my father asked me to fix a match when I was about to win the gymnastics championship as a child, thus ruining my sports dream; and since my mother asked me to help her hide cards in the casino since I was a child.
No need to pretend to be a social elite anymore. No! I don’t like going to class at all, learning boring knowledge and taking boring classes. "
"Look what you've turned her into!"
Mason swung his pistol and hit Jack Sparrow, who was whistling to encourage Harley, hard, causing him to fall to the ground with a cry of pain.
The young man walked up to Harry, who was screaming and seemed to be drunk, and grabbed her chin and stared into her eyes.
There was no trace of gloom in Harry's drunken eyes. It seemed that the life before her had achieved a "transcendence" on a spiritual level and had completely bid farewell to her past life.
The psychological hint left by the Joker was fully activated.
"Do you really hate your past self that much, Harry?"
Mason was silent for a few seconds, then asked in a low voice under the worried gaze of Poison Ivy beside him.
"I don't know, but I can't say I like it."
The drunk Harley pushed Mason's hand away, yawned, leaned on Poison Ivy's chest, blinked as if she was sleepy, and said:
"It's like living in a trap. When I was a child, I was obsessed with my greedy and rotten parents. When I grew up, I was stupid enough to do it for those bitch friends.
When I was in school, I convinced myself that I wanted a good job and a bright future. After I started working, I suppressed myself and forced myself to like that crazy place.
But who in their right mind would enjoy working in Arkham Asylum?
Every day I do a job that is not valued at all, and I try hard to show the value of my existence so that my shitty life can become meaningful.
But my job can be done by any intern or even by a cleaner dressed in a doctor's uniform...
Mason, I actually liked Mr. J before you came along.
I like being with him because he can always find ways to temporarily free me from the boring reality.
I almost followed him.
It was you who pulled me back from that terrible fate, but you clearly had the ability to heal me, but you insisted that I go back to being Harley Quinzel.
Let me go back to what you consider a 'normal' life.
I know you mean well..."
Harley suddenly opened her eyes and pushed away the Poison Ivy who was holding her. She stood in front of Mason with her hands on her hips and reached out her hand to touch Mason's heart.
Shouted loudly:
"But I don't like it! I think I'm fine now. I prefer your treatment for these three days to those drugs that force me to be positive and cheerful."
"Well said, girl!"
Captain Jack, who was sitting on the ground rubbing his cheek, whistled. The effect of the Polyjuice Potion was dissipating, and he changed from Mason back to the coquettish posture of a pirate captain.
This scene made Harley blink her eyes even though she was screaming.
She glanced blankly at Mason, who had no expression on his face, and then at Jack Sparrow, who was winking at her on the ground.
Harley's face turned pale when she realized that she had spent the past three days listening to the confusing guidance of a guy she didn't understand at all.
She is a professional psychologist and psychiatrist.
Even drunk she had enough professional sense to figure out that she had done things over the past few days that she absolutely could not do at this stage of her treatment.
All the efforts have been wasted, my family.
"I'm done."
She covered her face and took a few steps back, wailing as she was supported by Poison Ivy.
But the next moment, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the bloody baseball bat from the corner behind him, screamed and rushed towards Captain Jack on the ground, wanting to perform an "emergency craniotomy" on him.
"ah!"
Jack was terrified.
He screamed and hid behind Mason, peering over the captain's shoulder, portraying the cunning face of a pirate who had gotten into trouble and pretending to be afraid to perfection.
Especially the coquettish orchid finger...
Others definitely don’t feel this way.
"Bang"
Harley screamed and swung the baseball bat, but Mason caught it firmly in the air. His strengthened physique prevented his body from shaking at all.
He said to Harley, who was about to cry out of grievance:
"Things have already come to this, and what you said is not without reason. Maybe it's not a bad thing to let you continue on this path. At least you can be happy.
Feel sorry.
Dr. Leslie and I have always been concerned about simple treatment without paying attention to your own feelings . If Harley Quinzel was really so unhappy in the past, starting over would be a wise choice. "
Mason sighed and let go of the baseball bat in his hand. He said to Harley who was standing there in a daze:
“But you still have to keep taking the medicine!
Just because you want a new life doesn't mean you should let your mental state slide down the direction of Zhou Keer until you turn yourself into a complete lunatic.
Now you should go to bed, the shop is closed tonight."
He winked at Poison Ivy beside him, who immediately grabbed Harley's hand and dragged her upstairs.
Harley glanced at Mason with some fear, and only felt relieved when she saw Mason's signature gentle smile, and followed Ivy up to the second floor.
As she climbed the stairs, Mason thought for a moment and said softly:
"I'm sorry to interrupt your birthday party, but happy birthday, Harley Quinn."
"Woo woo woo"
Harley, whose emotions were in turmoil, burst into tears on the spot after hearing this. She sniffled miserably and turned to Mason with the comfort of her best friend:
"Want to eat birthday cake together? Mason, that bastard Jack and I specially picked out the best looking one, although there isn't much left."
"No, I don't like sweets. They're bad for my health."
Mason shook his head and said:
"But I can give you something to eat. This is a way to celebrate birthdays in the far east. Wait a moment, I'll clean up here first ."
After sending away the emotionally unstable Harley, Mason turned around and looked at Captain Jack who was still drinking.
He gnashed his teeth and said:
"Tell me! What else have you done besides Harley? Don't tell me you've done something else unforgivable with my identity!"
"Ha, no, how could I be so unreliable?"
Jack waved his hand, then took out a piece of paper with a smile and stuffed it into Mason's hand. The young man opened it and saw that it was full of densely written phone numbers.
The captain stood up, put his arm around Mason's shoulders, and whispered:
"These are all the calls from girls I have 'handpicked'. From 16 to 46, it depends on your preference. I have approached them and used my amazing charm to make them remember that Mason Cooper is a fun and open guy.
When you are lonely, just make a phone call...
You know.
Look at you living like an ascetic. That's not good, Mason.
Young people like you should learn to enjoy life while you can. Life is so precious. Don’t wait until you are old like me to regret it .
This is what I should do. You are welcome, Captain."
He took a sip of wine, took out his pirate pocket watch and checked the time, then patted Mason on the shoulder and said:
"I'm going back to the bar first. There's a small gathering of rich ladies there tonight and I've been invited specifically. I don't want to miss it."
"You better get ready, Jack."
Without any hesitation, Mason clenched the paper in his hand, calling on the magic fire to burn it into flying ashes, then raised his head and said to Captain Jack who was staggering out of the shop:
"We are going on a mission in five days, and you have to go with us this time. I will prepare your battle suit and weapons, so don't let them down.
If you can't keep up with our progress, I will not hesitate to abandon you in that dangerous world and leave you to fend for yourself.
Seriously.
This is not a joke.
It is definitely not a 'personal! favor! grudge!' Don't think too much about it when you go to sleep at night."
