"Dr. Cornell, you are right, I don't need to change. It's not me that needs to change, it's the world!"
"Hahaha, I will make the world fall in love with me."
Arthur took out the last cigarette from the wrinkled cigarette case, put it gently to his mouth, lit it, took a deep breath, and laughed maniacally.
"Oh, Arthur, this sounds interesting, but I still hope that everything you do will be done after careful consideration."
"I don't want you to do things based on emotions alone. Emotions are the most unstable thing."
"By the way, how is your work going? Didn't you say it was almost finished last time?"
Cornell tapped his finger on the table, chuckled, and asked.
"Doctor, I have almost finished writing. I am here just to show you my work."
"Doctor, you are the first person in this world who does not hate me, the first person who does not regard me as an alien. I am very grateful to you."
With a trembling right hand, Arthur took out his work from his arms and handed it to Connell.
Cornell turned over the works created by Arthur, and his eyes became more and more sharp.
There is a sentence written on the title page [I hope my death will be more meaningful than my life]
Connell looked up and found Arthur looking at him.
"Arthur, do you really want to die? Isn't life better than death?"
"Have you really thought about it?"
Cornell stared at Arthur, blinked, and a smile appeared on his lips.
He closed Arthur's work.
"Sir, aren't you ready to continue reading? You only read one sentence."
"This is all my hard work..."
Seeing Cornell smile, Arthur lowered his head and looked at the cigarette ashes scattered on the ground, his face full of darkness.
"I know it's your fault, but I can't sit back and watch my patients choose to self-destruct."
"You have already chosen to self-destruct, so what's the use of me looking at it?"
"Arthur, if you can promise me that you will live happily forever, I will read your work."
Cornell pushed up his glasses and smiled.
"Is that so?"
"Thank you, I understand, then this work will stay here."
"I have to go now."
Arthur twisted his neck violently, raised his head, his eyes were confused, and an extremely crazy smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
After that, he slowly stood up and walked out.
After walking out of the office, Arthur turned around suddenly. He looked at Cornell. He touched his neck and said uncertainly: "Perhaps, I have been dead a long time ago. Sir, you are probably talking to a dead person now." .”
Cornell was stunned for a moment, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips. Arthur, Mr. Clown, you are the right choice.
…
In the office.
Nick Fury looked at the information in his hand while listening to Cornell recount his last conversation with Arthur.
He was verifying whether what Cornell said was consistent with the data. Under normal circumstances, except for patients with hyperamnesia, no one could clearly remember what happened a month ago.
The memory of the human brain is full of various disguises.
For example, when you ate a very delicious food when you were a child, you would give this memory a beautiful and unforgettable memory.
But when you grow up and eat delicious food again, you will feel that it does not taste good.
But the raw materials and cooking methods of the food are the same. The reason why it doesn’t taste good is just because you have given it too much beauty deep in your memory.
You subconsciously assume that it doesn’t taste that way and that the food you eat now is not as good as the food you had when you were a kid.
You may even find an excuse for yourself: this store has changed people and it is not the same person who did it back then.
But in fact, even if that person personally made another copy for you now, you will still feel that it is full of flaws.
You will find another reason: he is old and does not cook as well as he did when he was young.
But the food has not changed, the taste is still the same, the ingredients are still the same, the cooking temperature is still the same, and the people are still the same.
In the final analysis, your memory deceives you, it is really not as good as you remember.
This is memory error, and everyone's memory will have errors.
You will intersperse many things together in your memory. You remember that this thing happened to you, but as time changes, you will never be able to remember the exact date.
You can only remember a rough idea. This is the limitation of the human brain. No one will be like a robot, and the human brain will not be like a computer.
The computer will automatically save the data of each software operation, and even the garbage generated by the operation will be saved.
But the human brain is different. The human brain will replace your memory bit by bit, leaving all those unimportant things behind, not deleting them, but hiding them.
When you touch an event, you will clearly feel what happened, but you won't be able to remember it that clearly.
The memory of the human brain is divided according to the degree of importance. The important ones will be remembered clearly, while the unimportant ones will be hidden or buried deeply.
But even if it is very important, you cannot remember it accurately and accurately.
This is the limitation of human beings.
Within SHIELD, most agents have this limitation.
Only a few people are able to break through the limitations of their brains, but they are only able to remember important things.
Nick Fury looked at the information in front of him and frowned.
Cornell's account of the conversation was exactly the same as in the document, down to one word.
This is absolutely impossible. He is a doctor and not an agent. It is absolutely impossible for him to remember everything clearly.
Even if I remember it clearly, why should I remember it so clearly?
Was Arthur important to him?
The relationship between them is just that of doctor and patient. Even if a doctor has a conscience, he will not remember it so clearly.
Besides the doctor-patient relationship, what other relationship exists between them?
Was he involved in Arthur's transformation into the Joker?
If he was involved, what part of it was involved?
In this story written by Arthur, who is "he"?
Is it the doctor in front of me or someone hiding deeper?
At this moment, Nick Fury's mind was filled with endless questions and various thoughts.
The only thing he was sure of was that the Dr. Cornell in front of him was definitely not an ordinary doctor. This doctor must have many secrets.
"Huh~" Nick Fury took a deep breath, raised his head, looked into Cornell's eyes, showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and asked tentatively: "Dr. Cornell, your memory is so good, you can even read every word." not bad!"
"I'm sure you don't have Alzheimer's."
"Hahaha, Mr. Director, actually I am not just a doctor..." Cornell smiled and said: "I am still a patient. I have hyperamnesia. I still remember what happened when I was three years old!"
A patient with hyperamnesia?
How could such a coincidence happen in the world?
Nick Fury shrank violently, he was really afraid of what he was doing!
"Hahaha..." He smiled and continued to ask tentatively: "I have heard of hyperamnesia. This is a rare disease. With this disease, the brain automatically stores various kinds of diseases every day. Such information.”
"You can see all your memories, and it's sometimes painful to not forget them."
"This feeling of forcing things into my head is very uncomfortable just thinking about it."
"There is something I really want to find a patient with hyperamnesia for help. I am looking for someone. Doctor Cornell happens to be a patient with hyperamnesia, so please help me with this! "
Nick Fury put his hand into his coat pocket, took out a photo, placed it on the table, and pushed it over gently.
This is a photo of a clown, the only photo of a clown captured by surveillance.
Cornell took the photo, pushed up his glasses, and looked at it carefully. His eyes shrank suddenly.
Mr. Clown was photographed?
Then he must have done it on purpose, otherwise he would never have left any information.
Take the initiative to expose your own information?
Mr. Clown, why don't you perform an impromptu performance according to the script we discussed?
"Dr. Cornell, you look like you've seen this clown before?"
Nick Fury said very calmly.
"Director, I think this photo looks like a person, a bit like Arthur...or maybe he is Arthur. Why is Arthur dressed like this?"
"This is too strange. I know he is a circus clown. Do clowns need any exaggerated looks nowadays?"
"I remember when I was a kid, all I had to do was put a red nose on my face or put on a mask and I could be a clown."
Cornell shrugged and smiled.
Of course he knew that the clown in this photo was not Arthur. The person in this photo was the real clown, a personality of Zhou Ran and his confidant.
An extremely crazy person who spreads chaos and fear. He loves to play games, especially games that target the weaknesses of human nature.
This is a completely contagious perverted lunatic.
As the Joker's friend, of course he has to keep the Joker's secret.
Besides, he was right, Arthur was the clown.
After hearing this, Nick Fury blinked his only one eye, smiled, and asked tentatively: "Really? Is Arthur really the person in the photo?"
"Why do I feel a little different? Dr. Cornell, are you really remembering it correctly?"
"You were a little hesitant just now. Most people can't see it, but I can see it very clearly."
"Sir, your expression has given you away. What are you hiding?"
Nick Fury's voice became louder and angrier, like a policeman catching a thief in his own home.
"Ahem, Mr. Director, don't lie. I am a psychiatrist. In order to help mental patients get along more harmoniously..." Cornell coughed lightly and said, "I have studied psychology and facial recognition. Micro-expression, I am very professional, you are not angry, and you are not an angry person."
"Director, you have a strong psychological endurance and a strong sense of crisis. You will never show an angry expression to an outsider. That will make you appear very fragile."
"In front of outsiders, you usually maintain an image of being sure of victory."
"So, your anger is fake and has no meaning."
Cornell paused, stretched out his finger and tapped his head, and said, "Director, my memory tells me that the person in this photo is Arthur."
"And Arthur himself is a circus clown. His dream is to become a great comedian. He longs to bring laughter to the world."
“He wanted everyone to laugh loudly back.”
Listen to these words.
Nick Fury was a little speechless. He felt that he had encountered a tough problem. This was a feeling he had not experienced in many years.
Since becoming the director of SHIELD, no one has given him such a headache.
The doctor in front of him is very smart and wise, and he has a pair of penetrating eyes. Any pretense is useless in front of him.
But if he was honest, Nick Fury couldn't do it, and even if he could do it, he wouldn't be willing to do it.
He still doesn't know what kind of person the doctor in front of him is?
Is it worthy of trust?
You must know that the Joker is now SHIELD's top secret, and only a few people with authority can inquire about it.
Everyone involved in Joker's actions that day also signed the highest level confidentiality agreement.
Except for those people, other agents knew nothing about this matter.
Even if you have to hide it from your own people, what's more, the doctor in front of you is still an outsider?
It’s difficult! It’s really a bit difficult to handle!
Nick Fury stretched out his fingers and touched the smooth tabletop, looked at Cornell in front of him, and slowly said: "Doctor Cornell, it seems that I can't get any useful information from you."
"I know you are a person with secrets, but no one can keep a secret for a lifetime. Sooner or later, you will be exposed."
"I will wait for this day to come. No matter what kind of secret it is, there will always be a day when the truth comes out."
"Dr. Cornell, I hope you remember that you are an American and don't do things that harm America."
Nick Fury paused and continued: "Thank you for the information you provided. It has already helped us and is very useful to us."
"Give me that picture of the clown. I need to go."
Nick Fury extended his hand to Cornell, who was holding a photo.
After listening to Nick Fury's words.
Cornell was a little surprised. He thought that the black braised egg from SHIELD in front of him would get to the bottom of it, but he didn't expect that the black braised egg didn't ask any questions.
This really surprised Cornell.
Nick Fury was ready to stop, but Cornell wasn't.
Didn't the game just begin?
How could I let you, a black-braised egg, leave so early?
Cornell pushed up his glasses and handed the photo in his hand to Nick Fury. A meaningful smile appeared on his face and said: "Director, please be careful. Warm reminder, he has already set his sights on you. .”
"But don't worry, the next one is not you, but the one behind you."
Cornell twisted his neck and stretched out his finger. He was pointing in the direction of the Black Widow behind Nick Fury.
