"Arkham..." Feng Bujue's eyesight was extraordinary. Through the iron bars of the cell, he could directly see a paper notice on the opposite wall; although there were only a few sentences written on the notice for the guards to read.
There are regulations such as "no smoking", but it is enough for him to obtain the information that "this is Arkham Asylum".
"Well... although the facilities here will be different in different eras and different story backgrounds, the cell I am in now is obviously not the type used for 'long-term detention'..." After confirming the location, Brother Jue
He started to look at some details around him, "Although the walls of this cell are old, they are very clean. There are no traces of dirt on the walls, and there are no scratches or anything like that; the toilet is the same, it looks very old.
But the feces and urine stains inside are not very 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 arrested and was waiting to be dealt with in a 'temporary cell'..."
When, when, when...
Just as he was thinking, a rhythmic sound of banging metal came from the corridor from far to near.
After thinking for a moment, Feng Bujue realized that this was the sound of the guard lightly touching the iron bars of the cell with his baton.
This is a habit with no special meaning, just like when we were children we liked to walk on the edge of the curb like walking on a balance beam, or we would touch the decorations on the top of each railing with our hands when passing by a row of railings...
After growing up, if people work in a monotonous, depressing, and uncomplicated environment, they may develop similar habits; from a certain perspective, this is also a form of self-relaxation for the brain.
Sure enough, not long after, a guard appeared at the door of Feng Bujue's cell. When the guard stood still, the knocking sound naturally stopped.
"Get up." The guard didn't bother to talk to Jue Ge. He just said an order through the fence.
Since he had not yet received the main mission, Feng Bujue did not want to act rashly, so after hearing the words, he stood up from the bed silently.
"Come here." The guard's next order came quickly.
Feng Bujue did as he said and walked a few steps forward until he reached the iron fence.
"Reach out." As the guard spoke, he reached out to his waist and took off a pair of handcuffs.
This time, Brother Jue hesitated.
"Both hands came out of the same gap..." After the guard took off the handcuffs, he noticed Brother Jue didn't move, so he reminded him.
After hearing this, Feng Bujue understood that the other party probably wanted to take him out of the cell and escort him somewhere, rather than play some dirty games through the cell door.
In this way, after handcuffing Brother Jue through the fence, the guard opened the cell door with the key, then grabbed Brother Jue's arm and took him out.
There was no words all the way, and Feng Bujue was very calm. He didn't ask where the other party was taking him, and he didn't take any action to resist. Rather than taking action rashly, he preferred to quietly observe the environment of this lunatic asylum during this journey.
and security status, to be prepared for any danger.
Unfortunately, there was no information worth collecting in the several corridors he passed. Apart from the camera probes installed in the corners of the ceiling, he could only see the closed doors on both sides of the corridor; those doors only had house numbers.
, there are no other signs, and these rooms do not look like prison cells for patients.
After walking for a while and turning a few corners, Feng Bujue was taken into a room similar to an interrogation room.
In this rectangular small room, which is only more than ten square meters, there is a table and two stools. Of course, these three things are welded to the ground; a large mirror is embedded in one wall of the room.
, all fools know that it is a piece of one-way glass; there is also a probe in the corner of the ceiling, which is obviously turned on at this time.
For Brother Jue, entering and exiting this kind of room is like going home... Whether in real life or in the game world, he has been arrested more than once. Being taken to this kind of room for questioning is a common occurrence.
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"Sit down." After the guard took him into the house, he pointed to the seat facing the glass.
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.
About two minutes later, the door to the room opened again, and a young woman in a white coat walked in.
She wears a pair of slightly old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, her long brown hair is neatly tied behind her head, under her white coat is a decent shirt and suit skirt, and on her feet is a pair of high heels that are not very high; even though
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 look at her twice until they catch a glimpse of the luxurious diamond ring on her left ring finger.
Slightly more restrained.
"Hello, Mr. Anonymous." After entering the room, she walked to the seat opposite Feng Bujue without restraint and sat down. She opened the file folder in her hand and said, "I am Dr. Quinn.
), I have a few questions that I would like you to answer. If you are willing to cooperate well, you can change your current situation."
"You lied." 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, he just asked calmly.
"What you call 'asking a few questions' is, to put it bluntly, a preliminary mental assessment of me in order to 'classify' me." Feng Bujue replied, "After you complete this work, I will
I was taken 'where you think I should be' and then an indefinite period of 'detention and treatment' began, with no change in my situation until the next scheduled evaluation."
I have to say that Brother Jue is quite familiar with the various procedures in mental hospitals...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 very accurate, and you didn't show any violent tendencies during your conversation.
.”
"Is this weird?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.
"Haha..." Dr. Quinn chuckled, pulled out a few photos from the file folder, and threw them on the table. "If you can explain...last night you rushed into the police station with a fire ax to see someone.
He just chopped it down and tried 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 moved to those photos.
The image quality presented in these photos is very poor, and they all appear to be captured 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 ax and chopping people.
"Fifteen police officers and three civilians were injured, two police officers died on the spot, and four other injured are still lying on the operating table." Dr. Quinn waited for a few seconds and continued, speaking closely.
Pay attention to the change in expression on Brother Jue's face.
"Hmm..." Who is Feng Bujue? Doing this with him is simply trying to do what you want.
After only pondering for a moment, Brother Jue put on a puzzled face and asked: "The person holding the ax in the photo...is it me?"
Dr. Quinn did not answer this question because it seemed to her like meaningless nonsense.
If the person who asks this question really doesn’t remember doing this, it means that he has a mental problem and he can’t remember anything even if he answers the question; and if the person who asks this question knowingly asks, then it’s even less necessary.
Answered.
Dr. Quinn exhaled through his nose and continued with a straight face, "Let's start from the beginning... Do you still remember your name?"
"Jak." Feng Bujue replied.
"Jack...what?" Dr. Quinn tried to ask his last name.
"I don't remember." A person with mental problems can use this answer to answer any question at any time. This should be regarded as the privilege of the mentally ill.
"Okay...Jack." Dr. Quinn asked again, "How old are you? Where are you from?"
These "routine questions" must be asked. Only by establishing a baseline of patients' cognitive and thinking levels through these questions can their symptoms be further analyzed.
"I think this is unfair, doctor." But Feng Bujue did not continue to answer.
"What's unfair?" Dr. Quinn asked.
"It's not fair that I'm the only one unilaterally sharing my privacy." Feng Bujue said.
"Privacy?" Dr. Quinn looked down at the word "jak" he filled out on a form ten seconds ago and pursed his lips. "Besides a name that needs to be verified, what other privacy did you tell me?"
"If you want me to tell you more, you should exchange it for something of equal value." 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 time, "The one-way glass behind you, the recorder in your coat pocket, and the probe in the corner of the ceiling tell me... there should be another doctor-patient confidentiality agreement in Arkham.
It’s called a bullshit.”
"Then what do you want?" Dr. Quinn asked, "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 want to go to is not a lunatic asylum but a police station... Considering that there were more than a dozen police officers leaving last night
After being in a hospital and a funeral home, I don't think it's wise to deal with the police right now."
Having said this, he paused and then said: "Dr. Quinn, I have a suggestion..." He tilted his head and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Every time I answer a question for you, you answer a question for me.
, this way... I think it is 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 end here; I will go back to my cell to continue thinking about life, and you will go back to your office and write in the report
'The patient refused to communicate' and then gave what looked like a perfunctory report to the police to see if they would be satisfied."
As soon as these words came out, Dr. Quinn hesitated, and his expression clearly showed this.
After all, she is just a doctor, not an actress. Even a psychology expert would find it difficult to completely conceal her emotions.
"The right to choose is the same, doctor." Feng Bujue said, "I am a fair person... If you feel that the questions I asked offend you, or you don't want to answer, you can refuse to respond; on the contrary, I don't
Will definitely answer all your questions."
Brother Jue advanced in an orderly manner, approaching the opponent's psychological defense step by step.
"Okay." Dr. Quinn thought for a few seconds and then continued, "But I still have to start asking questions first."
"Please." Feng Bujue raised his hands that were handcuffed together and made a "please" gesture.
"How old are you? Where are you from?" Dr. Quinn asked something that the other party had not answered before.
"Twenty-five years old, from metropolis." 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 be easy.
This will cause the other party to respond negatively, which will prevent you from obtaining further information.
"You don't remember your last name, but you remember where you come from?" Dr. Quinn keenly noticed something, and she immediately questioned the credibility of the other party's answer.
"This is already another question, doctor." Feng Bujue would not let the other party lead him. He immediately said, "You have to answer my question first before you can ask a question."
Dr. Quinn looked helpless, paused for a second, and then said, "Just ask."
"What is your husband's name and what is his occupation?" Feng Bujue almost blurted out. It seemed that he had already thought about what to ask.
Faced with this rather unexpected question, Dr. Quinn was slightly startled. After a brief hesitation, her eyes instinctively lowered her eyes and stayed on the wedding ring in her hand for a second, then looked at Brother Jue and tried to
You can discern some intention from the other person's eyes.
Of course, details like this cannot escape Feng Bujue's eyes...
If Dr. Quinn is an expert in analyzing mental illness, Feng Bujue is a master of seeing through people's hearts. Whether it is the slight changes in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, the slight movements of his limbs, or even the movement of swallowing saliva, etc., they are all in Dr. Quinn's heart.
Portraits of activities... Through these, Brother Jue can roughly deduce the other party's thinking process.
"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 about which lucky man will marry you?"
A beauty 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 is an entrepreneur."
