The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 185 Arkham Daily Life
When Gotham just entered the summer, the few green plants began to flourish gradually, and the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital still had a peaceful scene.

"Jack, I'm warning you! If you dare to sneak into my office in the middle of the night and paint the walls in a mess, I will cancel your release time for this week, do you hear me?!"

Jack squatted in the corner, picked out 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 with homework now, so he doesn't go out to fight criminals very much." , so you are also very free, but this is not the reason for you to do these annoying pranks in the hospital every day!"

Jack complained in a low voice: "A bat doing homework? What the hell are you doing? Do I still have to 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: "Well, 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 attend classes, do homework and take exams, and Get a college degree, and he also has to manage the company, participate in the construction of Gotham City..."

"Boring! Boring! Boring!" Jack yelled, "You're going to kill him! You're going to kill Batman, I'm going to save him!"

Schiller tried to reason with him, but Jack desperately covered his ears, kept shaking his head, and sang nonsense songs. Generally speaking, he had an attitude of "don't listen or listen to bastard chanting scriptures".

The two of them are more like two thousand-year-old foxes, and no one should chat with the other. Schiller knows that he can't cure the clown, but he still plays a doctor dutifully. The clown knows that Schiller is not a doctor at all. Obviously he is also a patient, so he has no intention of convincing Schiller at all.

In essence, the two of them seemed to be looking in the mirror, and there was no need for anyone to persuade the other. The stalemate between the two of them was more like a pastime game in boring time.

But it all ended one night when Brand called Schiller, who was sleeping soundly at home.

"Come here quickly, that lunatic with a smile on his face, engaged in a kidnapping case, and he said he wanted to ask Police Officer Schiller to negotiate with him..."

Lying on the big soft and warm bed in his manor, Schiller took a deep breath and said to the receiver, "No need, it's hopeless, tear up the ticket."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the handset viciously, then put his arms back under the warm blanket and continued to sleep.

In less than 2 minutes, the phone rang again. Schiller turned over, picked up the receiver and put it to his ear again. Before the other party could say anything, he said, "Listen, Brand, in the future, If anyone says the following to you, I want you to turn your head and walk away without giving them a single look."

"Such as 'I want to play a game with you', 'Do you want to come and guess a riddle', 'Do you want to really live', etc... Whenever you hear such questions, don't ask anything, don't ask anything Say, give him a punch, then turn around and walk away..."

Schiller was already talking nonsense sleepily, and Brand said helplessly on the other end: "You listen to me first, do you know who he kidnapped?"

"Anyway, it must not be you, otherwise you would have started yelling..."

"He kidnapped the most expensive and most advanced brainwave device that was just delivered last week! It is the one worth close to 20 US dollars! Now the hammer in his hand is less than 10 centimeters away from that device..."

"Shit, I'll be right there!"

Two minutes later, a sleepy Schiller stood at the door of the instrument room. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, then took a deep breath.

Jack was sitting in the room, putting the brain wave-detecting helmet on his head, because he didn't know how to use it, and a patch on it always caught his hair, and he was pulling his hair with a grin.

Seeing Schiller coming, he picked up the hammer next to him and shouted: "Listen, police! I have a hostage in my hand..."

Schiller took out a case book from nowhere 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 muttering something, he said: "There will never be anything more boring than playing the world's most boring game with the world's most boring people..."

With a "squeak", Schiller tore off a piece of paper from the medical record and said to Brand: "He is cured, and he will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning!"

Brand glanced at the paper, and he gasped.

Early the next morning, Jack proudly ran to the room of Copperpot and Evans to say goodbye to them. He laughed at the idea of ​​Copperpot's Iceberg restaurant and sang two more words in Evans' ear. Just when the two were about to beat him up, he triumphantly took out the medical certificate that allowed him to be discharged from the hospital.

Then, under the eyes of the two who wanted to kill, they swaggered out along the gate of Arkham Hospital, and waved and whistled at the two on the window in the sun.

As a result, before he walked out of the street in front of him, more than a dozen luxury cars surrounded him, and a group of gangsters in suits warmly welcomed Jack.

Jack looked around and found 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 chief physician of the Arkham Mental Hospital, Brand looked at this scene and said, "You actually gave him a bill for free medical expenses. Now, the gangsters in Gotham may be 24 hours a day." I kept looking for him to find out the way.”

Brand looked Schiller up and down and said, "Everyone knows that the chief physician of Arkham Mental Hospital is a plucking vampire, but you deliberately let him go. They must think he is one of your relatives." Like, he will be treated as a guest of honor by those gang bosses..."

Three days later, Gordon knocked on the door of Schiller's office. After he opened the door, he found that Schiller was writing on his desk. Gordon walked over, knocked on his desk and said, "Professor, I beg you to Can't we get that lunatic away quickly?"

"He hijacked the TV station five times in three days, and he..."

As soon as Schiller finished speaking, the news host on the TV screamed again and ran away in a hurry. The face of the clown appeared on the TV. He looked even crazier and more haggard. He said, "Come help 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 through his clothes and took out a crumpled piece of paper and showed it in front of the camera. He said, "See? This is my health insurance bill. I pay so much money every year." !"

"But now, but now... woohoo, I'm suffering from a serious mental illness, but the only psychiatric hospital in our city is unwilling to admit me, woohoo..." He began to fake cry in front of the camera again.

Suddenly he became manic, and he said, "Schiller Rodriguez! You're the most annoying guy in the world! You let the mob stalk me like a fly! You know I think the mob The most boring person in the world..."

"This kind of life is hopeless!" The clown said, opening his arms fiercely, "The world has turned black...Despair! Despair! It's all despair!"

He hugged the camera of the TV and said: "Can you imagine? They come to me every day to 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 their stereotyped 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 powerlessness, "They make me afraid..."

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 always found me..." the clown cried really sadly, "all of them are talking about these things, they say Gotham is better, it will make them more money money..."

He started crying more and more sadly, "Everyone is talking about this stuff, I can't believe it, the world must be crazy..."

"Come and get me! Take me back to the psychiatric hospital! I'd rather argue with that stupid penguin or a bad opera singer with no taste than hear these disgusting topics!!"

The clown started to retch at the camera, he seemed to be really sick, but before he finished vomiting, a man like a gangster bodyguard rushed up and handed him a glass of water.

The clown showed an expression of "You all have seen it", then suddenly jumped up, pointed at the glass of water and yelled frantically: "See it! That's how they tortured me! It's like this every day... woo... …give me food, wine, and money, and bury me with these things…

He gritted his teeth and yelled 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 go! It doesn't matter where you go! Take me to a mental hospital, do you hear me?!"

Schiller didn't raise his head, Gordon looked like he had eaten a fly, and he said, "I said before, even if everyone in Gotham is a little crazy, but he's crazy too much, how can anyone ask for help?" Into a psychiatric hospital..."

Just talking about this, he patted his forehead and said: "Oh, I forgot, now all the gangsters in Gotham want to come in here."

"Well, Professor Schiller, listen, I don't care too much about you turning this into a gangster's private prison, especially when it's good for law and order, but that doesn't mean you're going to let such a Crazies running around the city."

He said earnestly to Schiller: "After all, this is a mental hospital. Should one or two real mental patients be treated?"

Schiller was still writing with his head down. After a while, he raised his head, shook his neck, and said, "Okay, I can reluctantly reserve a bed for him."

"However, I don't recognize insurance companies here." After finishing speaking, Schiller stood up from his seat, took out the list he had just written and handed it to Gordon, saying, "This is the repair fee for everything he broke before, as long as Sign this and I'll 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 pass it on to him, but I don't think a person who is a truck driver by profession, dare Signing such a large bill."

"You tell him if he doesn't sign, I'll send this bill to Batman and tell him that his friend Jack the Clown owes me a lot of money and won't pay it, he's a badass, Rotten at home."

Gordon sighed and said, "Although I don't know what's the point of you playing this kind of role-playing game, but it doesn't matter. Are there still few things like Gotham?"

"Don't say this in front of that lunatic just now. If you let him know that you think his game is very common in Gotham, then he will definitely prepare a huge surprise for you."

(End of this chapter)