As summer has just entered Gotham, the few green plants have begun to flourish, and Arkham Asylum still has a peaceful scene.
"Jack, I'm warning you! If you dare to sneak into my office in the middle of the night again and make a mess on the wall, I will cancel your relaxation time for this week, do you hear me?!"
Jack squatted in the corner, picked his ears, and pretended to be deaf. Schiller put his hands on his hips and said to Jack: "I know Batman has started school and is busy doing homework now, so he doesn't go out to fight criminals much."
, so you are also very free, but this is not the reason why you do these annoying pranks in the hospital every day!"
Jack complained in a low voice: "A bat doing homework? What are you doing? Do I still praise him as a good baby who goes back to the cave to sleep on time?"
Schiller knelt down and looked at Jack and said: "Okay, Mr. Jack, I admit that you are a genius. You are born with everything, but this does not mean that everyone is like this. Batman needs to go to class, do homework and take exams, and
Get a college diploma, and he also has to manage a company and participate in the construction of Gotham City..."
"Boring! Boring! Boring!" Jack shouted: "You will kill him! You will kill Batman, I want to save him!"
Schiller tried to reason with him, but Jack desperately covered his ears, kept shaking his head, and sang random songs in his mouth. In general, he had a "don't listen, don't listen, bastard reciting sutras" attitude.
The two of them are more like two thousand-year-old foxes. No one should play with the other. Schiller knew that he could not cure the clown, but he still played his role as a doctor conscientiously. The clown knew that Schiller was not a doctor at all. He
He was obviously a patient, so he had no intention of persuading Schiller.
In essence, the two of them seemed to be looking in the mirror. There was no need for anyone to convince the other. The two were in a stalemate, and it was more like a pastime game during boring time.
But it all ended one night when Brand called Schiller, who was sleeping soundly at home.
"Come here quickly, that madman with a smile on his face has committed a kidnapping case. He said he wants to find Officer Schiller to come over and negotiate with him..."
Schiller lay on the soft and warm big bed in his manor, took a deep breath, and said to the other end of the receiver: "No, it's hopeless. Let's vote."
After saying that, he hung up the phone receiver viciously, put his arms back into the warm bed, and continued to sleep.
Less than two minutes later, the phone rang again. Schiller turned over, picked up the receiver and put it to his ear again. Before the other person could say anything, he said: "Listen, Brand, from now on,
If anyone says the following words to you, I hope you turn away and leave without giving them a single look."
"For example, 'I want to play a game with you', 'Do you want to guess a riddle', 'Do you want to really live', etc... As long as you hear such questions, don't ask anything, don't ask anything.
Say, give him a punch, then turn around and leave..."
Schiller was already talking nonsense, and Brand said helplessly on the other end: "Listen to me first. Do you know who he kidnapped?"
"It must not be you anyway, otherwise you would have started screaming..."
"He kidnapped the most expensive and most advanced brainwave instrument that was just delivered last week! It's the one worth nearly 200,000 US dollars! Now the hammer in his hand is less than 10 centimeters away from the instrument..."
"Shit, I'll be there soon!"
Two minutes later, a sleepy Schiller stood at the door of the instrument room. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and then took a deep breath.
Jack was sitting in the room, putting the brainwave-detecting helmet on his head. Because he couldn't use it, a patch on it always caught his hair, and he was pulling his hair with a grin on his face.
Seeing Schiller coming, he grabbed the hammer next to him and shouted: "Police, listen! I have a hostage in my hand..."
Schiller took out a case book from somewhere and began to write and draw on it. As he wrote, he said: "You are finished Jack..."
Jack sat on the table, shaking his head and mumbling something. He said: "There will never be anything more boring than playing the most boring game in the world with the most boring person in the world..."
With a "hiss" sound, Schiller tore off a piece of paper from the medical record and said to Brand: "He has recovered and will go through the discharge procedures tomorrow morning!"
Brand glanced at the piece of paper and took a breath.
Early the next morning, Jack proudly ran to Copot and Evans' room to say goodbye to them. He laughed at the idea of Copot's Iceberg Restaurant and sang two songs in Evans' ears.
He was playing an operetta when he was a child. Just when the two of them were about to beat him angrily, he proudly took out the medical certificate that allowed him to be discharged from the hospital.
Then, under the eyes of the two people who wanted to kill, he ran out along the door of Arkham Hospital, waving and whistling at the two people on the window under the sun.
As a result, before he even walked out of the street in front of his door, more than a dozen luxury cars surrounded him, and a group of gang bosses in suits warmly welcomed Jack.
Jack looked around and realized that the situation was not good. He wanted to run away on the spot, but he was picked up and dragged into the car.
In front of the window of the office of the attending physician at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Brand looked at this scene and said: "You actually gave him a free medical bill. Now, I'm afraid all the gang bosses in Gotham will be on duty 24 hours a day."
I kept going to him to find out where he was."
Brand looked Schiller up and down and said: "Everyone knows that the chief physician of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital is a vampire who plucks his hair, but you deliberately give him a wide berth. They must think that he is one of your relatives."
Like, he will be treated like a guest by those gang bosses..." Gu Hao
Three days later, Gordon knocked on the door of Schiller's office. After he pushed the door in, he found Schiller writing on his desk. Gordon walked over, knocked on his desk and said, "Professor, I beg you.
Can’t we get that lunatic away quickly?”
"He hijacked the TV station five times in three days. He..."
As soon as Schiller finished speaking, the news anchor on the TV screamed again and ran away in a hurry. The clown's face appeared on the TV. He looked even crazier and haggard. He said: "Someone come and save me."
Save me! Save me, this poor mental patient!"
"That kind psychiatrist, are you there? Look at me, I'm a lunatic, I should be hospitalized..."
Then he rummaged around in his clothes and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and showed it in front of the camera. He said, "Did you see it? This is the payment slip for my medical insurance. I pay so much money every year."
!”
"But now, but now... Wuwu, I am suffering from a serious mental illness, but the only mental hospital in our city is unwilling to admit me, Wuwu..." He started to fake cry in front of the camera again.
Suddenly he became manic and said: "Schiller Rodriguez! You are the most annoying guy in the world! You let those gangs hang around me like flies! You clearly know that I feel bad for those gangsters."
He is the most boring person in the world..."
"There is no hope in such a life!" The clown opened his arms fiercely and said: "The world has turned black...Despair! Despair! It's all despair!"
He hugged the TV lens and said: "Can you imagine? They come to me every day and ask me how to make money! This is simply torture!"
The clown gritted his teeth and said viciously: "They are using their extremely mediocre and boring brains and the same thinking to torture and abuse me!"
"I set fire to their money and safe, and they laughed and applauded me. This is not a joke at all!"
"They..." The clown's voice suddenly revealed a deep weakness, "They usually scare me..."
His voice began to cry: "Luxury cars, fine wine, women, and money! And that damn money! I'm surrounded by a group of lunatics!"
"I ran out, but they could always find me..." The Joker cried really sadly, "All of them are talking about these things. They say that Gotham has become better and that they can make more money.
money..."
He began to cry more and more sadly, "Everyone is talking about these things. I really can't believe it. The world must be crazy..."
"Come and take me away! Take me back to the mental hospital! I would rather argue with that stupid penguin or the tasteless opera singer than hear these disgusting topics again!!"
The clown started retching in front of the camera. He seemed really disgusted. But before he could finish vomiting, a man who looked like a gangster bodyguard rushed up to him and handed him a glass of water.
The clown showed an expression of "You have all seen it", then suddenly jumped up, pointed at the glass of water and shouted crazily: "You have seen it! This is how they torture me! It's like this every day... woo hoo...
…Prepare me delicious food, red wine and money, and bury me with these things…
He gritted his teeth and shouted at the TV: "Schiller Rodriguez! You damn unscrupulous quack! A mental patient is standing in front of you, can't you see it?!"
"Just let me leave! I can go anywhere! Take me to a mental hospital, you hear me?!"
Schiller didn't even raise his head. Gordon looked like he had eaten a fly. He said, "I have said before that even if everyone in Gotham is a little crazy, he is so crazy that no one can even think about it."
Enter a mental hospital..."
Just when he said this, he slapped his forehead and said: "Oh, I forgot, now all the gang bosses in Gotham want to come here."
"Okay, Professor Schiller, listen, I don't care too much if you turn this place into a private prison for gangsters, especially when this kind of behavior is somewhat good for public security, but that doesn't mean you have to let such a
Madmen are running rampant in the city."
He said to Schiller earnestly: "This is a mental hospital after all. It should treat one or two real mental patients, right?"
Schiller was still writing with his head down. After a while, he raised his head, shook his neck and said, "Okay, I can reluctantly save a bed for him."
"But I don't recognize insurance companies here." After saying that, Schiller stood up from his seat, took out the list he just wrote and handed it to Gordon, saying: "This is the repair cost for everything he broke before. As long as
If he signs this, I will admit him to the hospital."
Gordon took the list and glanced at the final price. He took a breath, but still said: "This... I will forward it to him, but I don't think a person who is a truck driver by profession dares to
Sign such a large bill."
"Tell him that if he doesn't sign, I will send this bill to Batman and tell him that his friend Jack the Clown owes me a large sum of money and refuses to pay. He is a deadbeat."
It’s so rotten.”
Gordon sighed and said: "Although I don't know what the point of playing this kind of role-playing game is, but it doesn't matter. Isn't there such a thing in Gotham?"
"You must never say this in front of that lunatic just now. If you let him know that you think his game is common in Gotham, then he will definitely prepare a huge surprise for you."
