"Arkham..." Feng Bujue had excellent eyesight, he could directly see a paper announcement on the opposite wall through the iron fence of the cell; although there were only a few sentences written for the guards on the announcement , "no smoking" and the like, but it was enough for him to get the information that "this place is Arkham Asylum".
"Well... Although the facilities in this place are different in different eras and different story backgrounds, the cell I'm staying in now is obviously not the type used for 'long-term detention'..." After confirming the location, Brother Jue started Check out some details of the surrounding area, "Although the walls of this cell are old, they are very clean. There are no traces of filth painted on the walls, and there are no nicks or other things; the toilet is the same, it looks very old, but inside The feces and urine stains are not obvious, indicating that the frequency of use is not high... Coupled with the thin bed and the fact that I am not wearing a hospital gown..." He quickly came to a conclusion, "...Obviously, I Should have just been caught and awaiting disposal in a 'temporary cell'..."
When, when, when...
Just as he was thinking, a rhythmic sound of metal beating came from the corridor from far to near.
After a little thought, Feng Bujue realized that this was the sound of the guard lightly touching the iron fence of the cell with his baton.
This is a habit without any special meaning, just like when we were young, we liked to walk on the edge of the curb like a balance beam, or touch the decorations on the top of each railing with our hands when passing a row of railings...
When you grow up, if you work in a monotonous, depressing, and uncomplicated environment, you may develop similar habits; in a way, this is also a form of brain self-relaxation.
Sure enough, not long after, a guard appeared at the door of Feng Bujue's cell. When the guard stood there, the knocking sound naturally stopped.
"Get up." The guard didn't talk to Brother Jue too much, he just gave an order through the fence.
Since he hadn't received the main quest yet, Feng Bujue didn't want to act rashly, so he stood up from the bed silently after hearing the words.
"Come here." The guard's next order came quickly.
Feng Bujue followed what he said, and walked a few steps forward until he reached the iron fence.
"Stretch out your hand." As the guard spoke, he reached for his waist and took off a pair of handcuffs.
This time, Brother Jue hesitated.
"Two hands came out from the same gap..." After the guard took off the handcuffs, he reminded him when he saw that Brother Jue hadn't moved.
Hearing this sentence, Feng Bujue understood that the other party probably wanted to take him out of the cell and escort him somewhere, instead of playing some dirty games through the cell door.
In this way, after handcuffing Brother Jue through the fence, the guard opened the cell door with a key, and then grabbed Brother Jue by the arm and brought him out.
The whole journey was silent, Feng Bujue was very quiet, he didn't ask where the other party was taking him, and he didn't take any resistance actions; rather than taking action rashly, he preferred to quietly observe the environment of this madhouse during this journey And the security situation, be prepared.
Unfortunately, there is no information worth collecting in the corridors he passed by. Except for the camera probes installed in the corners of the ceiling, he can only see the closed doors on both sides of the corridor; those doors only have house numbers , no other signs, and it doesn't look like these rooms are cells for the sick.
After walking like this for a while, after turning a few corners, Feng Bujue was brought into a room similar to an interrogation room.
In this small rectangular room of only a dozen square meters, there is a table and two stools. Of course, these three things are all welded to the ground; a large mirror is embedded on one wall of the room. Well, any fool would know it's a one-way glass; there's also a probe in the corner of the ceiling, apparently on at the moment.
For Brother Jue, going in and out of this kind of room is like going home... Whether in real life or in the game world, he has been arrested more than once, and it is commonplace to be taken into this kind of room for questioning.
"Sit down." After the guard brought him into the room, he pointed to the side seat facing the glass and said.
After Feng Bujue sat down, the guard skillfully took out a pair of shackles and locked Brother Jue's right leg to a chair leg, and then he went out without saying a word.
After about two minutes, the door of the room opened again, and a young woman in a white coat walked in.
She wears a pair of old-fashioned black-framed glasses, and her long brown hair is neatly tied behind her head. Under the white coat, there are decent shirts and suit skirts, and on her feet are a pair of high heels that are not too high; even Her dress and temperament are relatively conservative, but her face and figure are still very eye-catching. Men who see her for the first time usually take a second look at her until they catch a glimpse of the luxurious diamond ring on her left ring finger. Slightly restrained.
"Hello, Mr. Anonymous." After entering the room, she unrestrainedly sat down on the seat opposite Feng Bujue, opened the folder in her hand, and said, "I'm Dr. I want you to answer the question, if you cooperate well, you can change your current situation."
"You're lying." In less than a second, Feng Bujue replied these three words without thinking.
"Why do you say that?" Dr. Quinn didn't have any special reaction to Brother Jue's response, but asked calmly.
"What you call 'asking a few questions', to put it bluntly, is to conduct a preliminary mental evaluation on me so that I can be 'classified'." Feng Bujue replied, "After you finish this work, I will I was taken 'where you thought I should be taken' and an indefinite period of 'custody and treatment' began, with no change in my situation until the next regular assessment."
I have to say that Brother Jue is quite familiar with the various procedures of the mental hospital... After all, he has had a wealth of personal experience.
"Wow~" Dr. Quinn's expression changed slightly when he heard this, "I'm surprised, judging from the content of the conversation so far, your thinking is very clear, your wording is also very accurate, and you didn't show any violent tendencies in your speech .”
"Is this strange?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.
"Heh..." Dr. Quinn chuckled, pulled out a few photos from the file folder, and threw them on the desktop, "If you can explain... last night you rushed into the police station with a fire ax and chopped it up whenever you saw it. , And trying to single-handedly counter the esoteric intentions of the entire law enforcement agency... It's not surprising."
While she was saying this, Brother Jue's eyes had shifted to those photos.
The image quality of these photos is very poor, and it seems that they are all intercepted from video surveillance; but even though the photos are not clear, it can still be seen that this is a scene of a man in a long purple suit holding an axe and chopping people.
"Fifteen police officers and three civilians were injured, two police officers died on the spot, and the other four wounded are still lying on the operating table," Dr. Quinn waited for a few seconds, then continued, and closely Pay attention to the change of expression on Brother Jue's face.
"Hmm..." Who is Feng Bujue? It's like playing tricks with him.
After pondering for a moment, Brother Jue put on a puzzled face and asked, "The person holding the ax in the photo...is me?"
Dr. Quinn did not answer the question, which seemed to her meaningless nonsense.
If the person who asks this question really doesn’t remember what he did, it means that he has a mental problem, and he can’t remember anything after answering the question; answered.
Dr. Quinn exhaled through his nose, and continued with a straight face, "Let's start from the beginning... Do you remember your name?"
"Jack." Feng Bujue replied.
"Jack... what?" Dr. Quinn tried to ask his last name.
"I don't remember." A mentally ill person can use this answer at any time to answer any question, which should be regarded as the prerogative of the mentally ill.
"Okay... Jack." Dr. Quinn said again, "How old are you? Where are you from?"
These "routine questions" must be asked, and only by establishing a baseline of cognitive and thinking levels for patients through these questions can they further analyze their symptoms.
"I don't think it's fair, doctor." Ke Feng didn't continue to answer.
"What's unfair?" Dr. Quinn asked.
"It's not fair that I'm the only one who unilaterally tells my story," Feng Bujue said.
"**?" Dr. Quinn looked down at the word "jack" he had filled out on a form ten seconds ago, and pursed his lips, "Aside from a name that needs to be verified, what else did you tell me? "
"If you want me to tell you more, you should exchange it with something equivalent." Feng Bujue looked directly into the other person's eyes and said with a half-smile.
"For example... 'doctor-patient confidentiality agreement'?" Dr. Quinn continued.
"Ha!" Feng Bujue laughed at that moment, "The one-way glass behind you, the recording pen in your coat pocket, and the probe in the corner of the ceiling tell me...the doctor-patient confidentiality agreement should have another in Arkham. It's called a bull**."
"Then what do you want?" Doctor Quinn said, "A certificate of mental health?"
"No, I don't want that." Feng Bujue said, "If you prove that my mind is completely normal, then the place I'm going to is not the madhouse but the police station... Considering that last night a dozen police officers entered I don't think it's wise to deal with the police right now, without hospitals and funeral homes."
When he said this, he paused, and then said: "Doctor Quinn, I have a suggestion..." He tilted his head, one corner of his mouth slightly raised, "Every time I answer your question, you answer one of my questions, This way... I think it's more fair."
"So... can you tell me by the way... why should I agree to your request?" Dr. Quinn replied.
"You don't have to agree." Feng Bujue said, "In that case, our conversation will stop here; I will go back to my cell to continue thinking about life, and you will go back to your office and write the report. 'Patient refuses to communicate' and then take what appears to be a perfunctory report to the police to see if they will be satisfied."
As soon as these words came out, Doctor Quinn hesitated, and his expression clearly showed this.
After all, she is just a doctor, not an actress, and even a psychologist can hardly hide her emotions completely.
"The right to choose is the same, doctor." Feng Bujue said, "I am a fair person... If you feel that the questions I ask offend you, or if you don't want to answer, you can refuse to respond; Will answer all your questions."
Brother Jue advanced methodically, approaching the opponent's psychological defense step by step.
"Okay." Dr. Quinn thought for a few seconds before continuing, "However, I still have to start asking questions first."
"Please." Feng Bujue raised his handcuffed hands and made a "please" gesture.
"How old are you? Where are you from?" Dr. Quinn asked what the other party hadn't answered before.
"Twenty-five years old, from a big city." Feng Bujue answered quickly. He could have answered "I don't know where I come from", but if he responded with such an answer from the beginning, it would easily cause the other party to also If you take a negative answer, it will make you unable to obtain further information.
"You don't remember your last name, but you remember where you came from?" Doctor Quinn was keenly aware of something, and she immediately questioned the credibility of the other party's answer.
"This is already another question, doctor." Feng Bujue would not be led by the nose, he immediately said, "You have to answer my question first before you can ask."
Dr. Quinn showed helplessness, paused for a second, and continued: "You can ask."
"What's your husband's name, and what's his occupation?" Feng Bujue almost blurted out, it seemed that he had already thought about what to ask.
Faced with this rather abrupt question, Dr. Quinn was slightly taken aback. After a brief hesitation, her eyes instinctively drooped, staying on the wedding ring in her hand for a second, and then looking at brother Jue, trying to discern some kind of intention from the other's eyes.
And such details, of course, cannot escape Feng Bujue's eyes...
If Dr. Quinn is an expert in analyzing mental illness, Feng Bujue is a master at seeing through people's hearts. Whether it is the slight changes in the corners of the eyebrows or the corners of the eyes, the slight movement of the limbs, or even the movement of swallowing saliva, etc., it is a portrayal of Dr. Quinn's inner activities...Through these, Jue Ge can roughly deduce the thinking process of the other party.
"Don't think too much, doctor." Feng Bujue, who had seen through the other party's thoughts, added after two seconds, "I won't do anything to your family, I'm just curious, which lucky man married you? To a beautiful woman like you who is both beautiful and intelligent."
"Wayne... My husband's name is Bruce Wayne." After a moment of silence, Dr. Quinn gave an answer that surprised even Feng Bujue, "He's an entrepreneur."r