Chapter 68 The Black Sun and the Bat Lamp (Part 2)
During the winter vacation, Gotham University's faculty apartments and doctoral student apartments are still open, and most laboratories continue to work. Schiller only has the Gotham University faculty 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 writing papers.
The results of Gotham University's psychology department examination were not very satisfactory, which meant that his evaluation points would not be very high, so he had to try to publish a few more articles to increase the rating of this experience on his resume.
Most of the students at Gotham University are idle and very laid-back, and most of them live locally. Gotham is not a big city, 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 seemed to have a lot of enthusiasm for it, but it was no wonder that because he needed to disguise, his test scores could only be considered mid-range, but he also
I was very eager to learn some skills from Schiller, so using my ability to organize a club was a good choice.
On this day, Bruce was taking the materials prepared by the club and planning to give them to Schiller. He stood at the door of Schiller's office. Before he could knock on the door, he heard a voice on the phone coming from inside.
"...Have you ever considered frontal lobotomy surgery? It's inhumane? Is it humane to let him run around the hospital? How is Mrs. Adela? Still refusing to wear a restraint?... Well, I'll give it to you.
Introduce a few female gangsters from Mary Street and ask them to work there as nurses, and it will be done in a few clicks..."
"That Novman also refused to receive treatment? He also refused to take medicine? I have seen his medical records before. He has a grudge against the local gang. I will call their boss later and ask him 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 comes door-to-door to sell alcohol? Vodka to deliver medicine? I remember that Douglas under you used to work for the largest liquor merchant in Gotham.
, ask him to write a letter to his former boss’s mansion, saying that his godfather told him not to sell alcohol to mental hospitals. Don’t you think those people are not crazy enough?”
"The patient at the end of Elk Street is involved in a dispute over the inheritance of his family's property. You don't have to get involved in this mess, just let them solve it themselves. We accept crazy people here, but we don't accept poor people who are full of bad ideas..."
"I will take my students there tomorrow. You insist on holding on for one more day, what?...No, your worries are a bit unnecessary. One of the students I brought is the son of the Godfather of Gotham, 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 one is the richest man in the world."
At this time, after listening to the content of the phone call, Bruce wanted to say that he still didn't want to go.
This Professor Schiller sounds too much like a crazy weird doctor.
After putting down the phone and seeing Bruce stunned, Schiller said, "Come in, I'll provide you with a good internship opportunity, because you run 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? Just like giving a class to you, giving a long lecture to the patients, telling them the psychological knowledge written in the textbook?"
"...Isn't it? At least it shouldn't be..."
At least it shouldn't be to call the gang and let the gang threaten him, right? Bruce thought, is this psychological therapy? This is physical therapy!
Schiller shook his head and said: "Criminal psychology is a type of applied psychology. The focus of applied psychology lies in application, not psychology."
"If it were in Metropolis, I might try to talk to them nicely, but this is Gotham, and more than half of the mental patients in Arkham Asylum were forcibly sent in after the gang failed in their fight."
"What about the other half?"
"Alcoholics who drink their brains out, drug addicts who take drugs until they are delirious, and people who take the initiative to avoid revenge."
"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 should we build a small mental hospital to specially care for mental patients?"
Bruce wanted to answer, but after thinking about it carefully, Schiller's words seemed very reasonable. There was no need for a mental hospital in this hellish place like Gotham. Everyone here was mentally ill and there were very few normal people.
"And what can I do? Cure the mental illness? Make them 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. They won't survive more than three days anyway..."
Bruce asked, "How's Jonathan?"
"Go and see him yourself tomorrow," Schiller said.
Bruce sat across from him and said: "I have thought about that suggestion carefully recently, and I feel that I really need a strong base. It should be a comprehensive facility that integrates prisons, warehouses, control rooms, and laboratories."
"And I plan to build a comprehensive surveillance system to cover the entire Gotham City. And Lenny inspired me before. I think I can also design a special pattern for myself to let people know who I am and who they are.
Who should I turn to for help?”
"Have you considered?"
"Bat, of course it's a bat."
"I know it's a bat. What I'm asking is, are you really ready to fight this city to the end?"
Schiller tapped the table with the tip of his pen 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, everyone will call you to fight criminals."
opportunity, then you will have no way out."
"When people know that there is a mysterious and powerful hero that they can call around, one day, they will regard it as a part of their lives and take it for granted, and you will also participate in some unimaginable things.
Go into trouble, and when the time comes, even if you want to leave it, it won't be possible."
Bruce said: "I think I'm ready, but now I wonder if I have the ability to do it."
Schiller straightened up and started to collect the documents on the table. As he collected them, he said: "Of course you have, and you are more than capable of doing all this."
"Why do you seem to have so much confidence in me?"
"Because you're Batman."
After saying that, Schiller stood up and left.
The next day, Schiller and Bruce set off from Gotham University and drove to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.
Originally, Evans had to come to the school to join them first, but Falcone's industry had some issues that his son needed to deal with, and he had to be two days late to start his internship, so only Schiller and
Bruce.
Taking Batman to Arkham Asylum for an internship sounds a bit weird, but in fact, Arkham Asylum at this time was not a lunatic paradise for later talents. As Schiller said before, now in Arkham
Most are not truly mentally ill.
Because of this, Brand, the original attending doctor, was almost driven crazy. He was Schiller's old classmate and had only arrived two months earlier than Schiller. In his words, his working experience at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital was...
The biggest hurdle in his life.
While driving, Schiller thought about what Brand told him yesterday about the current situation in the mental hospital. The car had not driven far from the university when it was stuck on the road.
It took almost half an hour to drive on a straight road of less than 200 meters. Schiller originally thought that New York was already congested enough, but he didn't expect that Gotham during the first and second half of rush hour could be even better.
The basic traffic rules in Gotham are that life and death are determined by fate and wealth. The driving style of most people here is that cars are valuable but lives are not. The only function of the traffic lights here is to entertain people stuck in traffic jams, and the role of traffic signs is
They only get kicked when people commit road rage.
In the past, since Schiller worked and lived at Gotham University and basically walked when going out, he had never driven on the streets of Gotham during rush hour.
When the car drove through the straight road and entered the turntable, a wave of cars passed by, but Schiller didn't move. Another wave of cars passed by, but Schiller still didn't move. When the cars on the turntable all turned around, Schiller still didn't move.
"Uh... Professor, do you plan to... I mean, when do you plan to go there?"
"I'm boarding the indicator light, can't you see?"
"But..." Bruce was speechless for a moment and said, "Aren't you familiar with Gotham's traffic rules?"
"Of course not, I just read the Metropolitan Driver's Manual yesterday."
"But that's Metropolis, there's nothing like that in Gotham."
"Then have you ever thought..." Schiller stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel hard, "It's because of the lack of it that the traffic is like this!!!!"
Bruce touched his ears and moved his body to the side.
In the end, they gave up driving, climbed to the tallest building nearby, and took the Wayne family's helicopter there.
When they arrived at the mental 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 he saw Schiller, he hugged him warmly.
After a while, he shook hands with Bruce again and said, "You guys came really early. I thought it would be in the afternoon."
"We'll leave in the morning."
"That's why I thought you might have to be stuck in traffic until the afternoon, but I didn't expect it to be so soon." He said to Schiller as he walked, "The suggestions you gave were really helpful. I feel like I'm not here to treat you."
The one who is sick is the one who decides the case as a judge."
"How are the patients doing?"
"Patient? Oh, patient..." Brand said.
"Patients who can drink two bottles of whiskey and smoke a whole pack of cigarettes after taking medicine are so good that they started betting in the basement warehouse the night before when I would quit my job."
Schiller patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, that's how Gotham is."
Brand gave a wry smile and said, "If I had any other option, I wouldn't come here."
"Isn't it the same for me?"
Brand shook his head and said: "We are different. I am hiding from my enemies, although you are too, but in fact, if you don't..."
Having said this, he glanced at Bruce and then shut up. Bruce's curiosity immediately rose. It seemed that Dr. Brand knew something about Professor Schiller's past.
"Okay, let's get to work," Schiller said.
Brand pushed open the door of his office and said, "I have to let you use my office. The facilities in this hospital are relatively old, so this place is pretty good."
"The main problem now is that after the new police chief took office, many of the prisoners he tried required psychiatric certificates, and many of them directly planned to book beds here."
"There are too many people coming, and the ingredients are too complicated. The doctors and nurses here are overwhelmed."
Brand showed an ugly expression and said: "You know, those people have a lot of troubles with them. This week, the hospital's windows 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 worked hard to transport marijuana and alcohol..."
"It seems that the situation is not optimistic, but it doesn't matter. I have a whole winter vacation to spend here. There will always be improvement." Schiller said.
Bruce couldn't help but feel a little chill on his back.