The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

During the winter vacation, Gotham University’s teachers’ apartments and doctoral students’ apartments are still open, and most of the laboratories continue to work. Schiller only has Gotham University’s teachers’ apartment in the entire Gotham City, and there are no other houses. , so when the holiday was announced, he had nowhere to go and continued to stay in the school office to write papers.

Gotham University's Psychology Department exam results are not very satisfactory, which makes his evaluation points not very high, so he has to try to post a few more articles to increase the score of this experience on his resume.

Most of Gotham University's students are idle and undisciplined, and most of them live in the local area. Gotham is not too big, and most of the students are in a state of being on call.

Bruce took advantage of the vacation time to organize the psychology club. He seems to have a lot of enthusiasm for it, but it's no wonder, because he needs to pretend, so his test scores can barely be regarded as mid-range, but he I am eager to learn some skills from Schiller, so it is a good choice to organize clubs with money.

On this day, Bruce was holding the materials prepared by the club and was going to give them to Schiller. He was standing at the door of Schiller's office. Before he could knock on the door, he heard the voice of a phone call from inside.

...Have you considered frontal lobotomy? Inhumane? Is it humane to let him run wild all over the hospital? How is that Mrs. Adele? Still refuses to wear a straitjacket?... How about this, I will give you Introduce a few gangster female thugs on Mary Street, let them work as nurses there, and it will be done in a few clicks...

That Novman also refused to receive treatment? Didn't take medicine? I read his medical records before. He has a feud with the local gangsters. I will call their boss later and ask the leader to greet him. After a while, he will definitely be willing to cooperate with you...

...Don't worry about those drunks, whether they are sick or not, alcohol will tell them... Someone came to sell alcohol? Vodka to deliver medicine? I remember that Douglas under your command used to work for the largest liquor merchant in Gotham , asked him to write a letter to his former boss's mansion, saying that the godfather told him to stop selling alcohol in the mental hospital, do you still think that group of people are not crazy enough?

The patient in Elk Street and Lane, he is a dispute over the inheritance of the family's property. You don't have to get involved in this mess, just let them solve it by themselves. We accept lunatics here, but we don't accept poor people with bad stomachs...

I'll take my students there tomorrow, you insist on another day, what?... No, your worries are a bit unnecessary. One of the students I brought is the son of Gotham's godfather, and the other...

At this time, the door suddenly opened by itself. Schiller looked back and saw Bruce standing at the door. He said, ...the other is the richest man in the world.

At this moment, after listening to the content of the phone call, Bruce really wanted to say that he still didn't want to go.

This Professor Schiller sounds too much like a crazy doctor.

Putting down the phone, seeing Bruce standing there, Schiller said, Come in, I've offered you a good internship opportunity, for the sake of your running the club well.

Bruce pursed his lips, then opened his mouth, hesitated, and said, Your treatment style is quite different from what I imagined...

What do you imagine? Like giving you a class, talking to patients at length, telling them the psychological knowledge written in textbooks?

...Isn't it? At least it shouldn't be...

At least it shouldn't be calling the gangsters, let the gangsters threaten, right? Bruce thought, Is this psychotherapy? It's physical therapy right now!

Schiller shook his head. He said: Criminal psychology is a kind of applied psychology. The focus of applied psychology is application, not psychology.

If it was in Metropolis, I might try to talk to them, but this is Gotham, and more than half of the mental patients in Arkham Asylum were forcibly sent in by gangsters who failed in their struggle.

What about the other half?

Alcoholics who drink their brains out, drug addicts who take drugs to the point of insanity, and people who come to hide from vendettas.

Isn't there a mental patient?

Schiller put his hands on his hips, knocked on the table with his hand and said, In a large mental hospital, why do we need to build another small mental hospital to detain mental patients?

Bruce wanted to answer, but after thinking about it carefully, what Schiller said seemed very reasonable. There is no need for a mental hospital in Gotham, where everyone is mentally ill, and there are few normal people.

And what can I do? Cure the mental illness? Let them be positive and optimistic, and become a kind and normal person? Then they can be sent directly to the crematorium after being discharged from the hospital. Anyway, they won't live for three days...

Bruce asked, How's Jonathan?

Go and see him yourself tomorrow, said Schiller.

Bruce sat across from him, and said, I've thought about that suggestion recently, and I think I really need a solid base. It should be a comprehensive facility that integrates prisons, warehouses, monitoring rooms, and laboratories.

And I plan to build a comprehensive surveillance system to cover the entire Gotham City, and Rainey gave me inspiration before, I think I can also design a special pattern for myself, let people know who I am, know them Who should I turn to for help?

Have you considered?

A bat, of course a bat.

I know it's a bat. What I'm asking is, do you really want to fight this city to the end?

Schiller tapped his pen on the table and said: Now you still have room to retreat, Batman is just a weird vigilante, but once you start to take full control of the city and give everyone a call to you to fight criminals If there is a chance, then you will have no way out.

When people know that there is a mysterious and powerful hero they can call around, one day, they will take it for granted as part of their lives, and you will participate in some unimaginable things. Get out of trouble, when the time comes, even if you want to throw it away, it will be impossible.

I think I'm ready, but what makes me doubt it now is whether I have the ability to do it, Bruce said.

Schiller straightened up and began to tidy up the documents on the table. He said as he tidied up, Of course you have, and you can do more than that.

Why do you always seem to have confidence in me?

Because you're Batman.

After speaking, Schiller stood up and left.

The next day, Schiller and Bruce drove from Gotham University to Arkham Mental Hospital.

Originally, Evans had to come to the school to meet them first, but Falcone had some problems with his son to deal with the industry, and he had to be two days late to start the internship, so only Schiller and Bruce.

Taking Batman to the Arkham Asylum for an internship sounds a bit weird, but in fact, the Arkham Asylum in this period was not a madman's paradise where talents were born in the later period. As Schiller said before, in Arkham Most are not really psychopaths.

Because of this, Brand, the original attending doctor, was about to go crazy. He was an old classmate of Schiller, and he came only two months earlier than Schiller. In his words, the employment experience of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital was The biggest hurdle in his life.

While driving, Schiller recalled what Brand told him about the current situation in the mental hospital yesterday. The car was blocked on the road before driving far from the university.

A straight road less than 200 meters away took almost half an hour to drive. Schiller thought that New York was already congested enough. He didn't expect that Gotham would be even better during the peak hours.

The basic traffic rules in Gotham are life and death, wealth and honor. Most people here drive like cars that are expensive but lives are not. The only function of the traffic lights here is to entertain people in traffic jams. The role of traffic signs It's also just getting kicked when people have road rage.

In the past, because Schiller worked and lived in Gotham University, he basically relied on walking when going out. He never drove on the streets of Gotham during peak hours.

When the car drove through the straight road and entered the turntable, a wave of cars passed by, Schiller did not move, another wave of cars passed, Schiller still did not move, and when the cars on the turntable had turned around, Schiller still did not move.

Uh...professor, are you going to...I mean, when are you going to come?

I'm on the light, can't you see?

But... Bruce was speechless for a while, and he said, Are you not familiar with Gotham's traffic rules?

Of course not, I just read the Metropolitan driver's manual yesterday.

But that's Metropolis, there's no such thing in Gotham.

Then have you ever thought about... Schiller stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel hard, It's because of the lack of it that it's stuck like this!!!!

Bruce rubbed his ears and moved his body sideways.

Finally, they gave up driving and boarded the tallest building in the vicinity, and then took the Wayne family's helicopter over.

When they arrived at the psychiatric hospital, Brand came out to pick them up. He was a fat doctor who seemed to have a good temper and always smiled, but now he looked a little haggard. After seeing Schiller, he warmly hugged him After a while, he shook hands with Bruce again, and he said, You guys are really early, I thought it would be afternoon.

We left in the morning.

Because of this, I thought you might have to be stuck until the afternoon, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. He said to Schiller as he walked, The advice you gave was really helpful, I feel that I am not here for treatment. Sick, but a judge to decide the case.

How are the patients?

Sick? Oh, sick... Brand said.

Patients who can drink two bottles of whiskey and smoke a whole pack of cigarettes after taking the medicine, they are so good, they even opened a market in the warehouse in the basement the night before, betting on when I will leave the job.

Schiller patted him on the shoulder and said, Don't worry, Gotham is like this.

Brand showed a wry smile and said, If I had any other way, I wouldn't come here.

Aren't I the same?

Brand shook his head and said, The two of us are not the same, I am hiding from enemies, although you are too, but in fact, if you don't...

Speaking of which, he glanced at Bruce and shut up. Bruce's curiosity arose immediately. It seemed that Dr. Brand seemed to know something about Professor Schiller's past.

Okay, let's get to work, Schiller said.

Brand pushed open the door of his office and said, You have to be wronged to use my office. The facilities in this hospital are relatively old, but here is not bad.

The main problem now is that after the new chief of the police station came to power, many prisoners tried by him need a psychiatric certificate, and many of them directly plan to reserve beds here.

There are too many people here, and the composition is too complicated. The doctors and nurses here are too busy.

Brand showed an ugly expression, and he said: You know, those people have a lot of troubles on them. This week, the windows of the hospital were broken 18 times, and at least a dozen people came in. A killer of different forces killed four people, and one of them was an unlucky security guard, not to mention those who desperately transported marijuana and alcohol...

It seems that the situation is not optimistic, but it does not matter, I have a whole winter vacation can be spent here, there will always be a change. Schiller said.

Bruce couldn't help feeling a little chill down his back.