[Zhongyingmei] This villain has nothing to say

Complaint.

This problem is quite serious for a migrant worker.

In fact, Amis also thought about what to do if the process of treating patients in Arkham was unpleasant and caused troubles such as reports or lawsuits. For this reason, she also specially consulted Mr. Murdoch, a lawyer who met once - whether the more powerful criminals in prison have the right to sue her.

After a long silence on the phone, he asked her.

"Do they have surveillance evidence?"

"Is there any recording evidence?"

"Aren't you working in a mental hospital?"

Amis: ...

As if to understand something.

That's right, they are mentally ill, even if she really accidentally beat them, do they have evidence that she did it?

... No, she didn't mean to beat them up, really not.

It's not surprising that a mental patient doesn't like his therapist, and they don't like being in prison.After the last chaos in the prison, the monitoring system was broken and it seems that it has not been repaired. Everyone in the prison should not have anyone in prison with a recording pen.

If anyone wanted to make a fuss with the dean and make her lose the job...then she'd have a good talk with them.

As for being told by Copperpot that she abused the prisoners...

She didn't touch them, and it was basically psychotherapy within the scope of science.

Oh, they don't understand the law, they are so free when breaking the law and committing crimes, how do they know how to use the law to fight for their own rights?

Therefore, after listening to Penguin, Amis just told him calmly, "If you insist on complaining to me, I can't help it."

To be honest, there is not much threatening meaning in Amis's words. Her attitude until now is still that you can talk well, and I don't have time to target anyone for the time being.

But her words were automatically translated into Penguin's ears—'If you dare to complain to me, just wait and see'.

Penguin, who was born in one of Gotham's four major families, had never been so angry. He stared at that cruel and hateful little face with anger and resentment.

She is threatening him!The devil!He will definitely not make her feel better, he will definitely think of a way to deal with her.

But at the same time that Penguin's heart was about to fail, there was another voice in his heart telling him to calm down: don't provoke her, you don't know what else this demon can do.

She is not afraid of them, she should have something to rely on, and she must have some hidden means that she has not used, such as her recording broadcast that is more painful than radio advertisements.

Ha, did she think she could deal with them with that little trick? There must be a speaker hidden somewhere in this prison, waiting for him to find out where her crimes/tools are hidden...

...No, wait, talking about her method, everyone lost control last night, the medical staff later checked and said no one had signs of the virus, and the scarecrow also mentioned that the situation at that time was not the clown gas explosion, could it be her What the hell is going on in the dark?

What is her background?

He'd already been on her radar for breaking her pen - hell!Why did he mention that damn pen! ——In any case, there must be something wrong with her identity, should he observe it for a while before making a move.

Before Penguin could figure out what to do, he heard her speak.

"I know that many of you may have objections to me..." Amis rolled up her black umbrella and tapped it in her hands slowly, she glanced at those eyes that could make her feel alive The swallowed prisoners spoke calmly, "But if a psychiatrist's job is to make progress, everyone's active cooperation is needed. If you have any opinions, you can raise them now. I'm not in a hurry today, and we can solve them slowly."

Last night, she asked the psychiatrist who entrusted her to work if there was any way to apply for a formal job at Arkham. She was quite shocked when she heard that, but quickly told her that he was willing to help find a way.

Formal employment is not something that can be done in a short period of time, and Amis also knows that it will take time for her to obtain another false identity.

However, the other person seemed to understand what she meant. The client helped her to extend her working hours, and her salary was doubled, which meant that she had enough time to play with them slowly. for a while.

After listening to Amis's words, the two-faced man and the freezing man, who can be regarded as intelligent criminals, glanced at each other. They were not in a hurry to express their opinions, and some of them were grumpy to try the depth first.

Killer Crocodile was the first to stand up unbearably, "Doctor, I have an opinion."

Amis glanced at him, very good, this person obviously belongs to the type that needs to communicate well, this is also... great.

She nodded, "I'll go and apply, and we'll go to the consulting room to talk slowly."

The one who applied to the consultation room with Killer Crocodile was a murderer who didn't have a strong sense of presence.Buck is not particularly outstanding in a mental hospital where there are many talented people. Although he looks strong, he is mediocre in all aspects. It's time to plan to compete with the killer crocodile for prey.

But to Buck, it doesn't matter whether he has a chance to attack, his idea is very simple, it is enough to find some leaks under the hands of the killer crocodile-yes... If Buck has something that can be said to impress In the deep place, it is only his bad habit of collecting people/body/organs/organs.

Although the psychiatrist was so angry that his teeth itch, but based on his observation, the skin under the black-rimmed glasses was fair and the facial features were soft, like a delicately carved doll, which was so heart-warming.His idea was that even if he could get the leftover fingers of the killer crocodile, it would be nice.

Everyone has their own plans.

Buck smiled maliciously, watching the killer crocodile roar and tear the handcuffs on his arms before he entered the psychological room, and rushed straight to the little doctor in front...

"boom!!--"

It was a huge noise that made the entire consulting room tremble twice.

"Did something happen! Miss Soos, are you okay!" The prison guard quickly opened the door and walked in.

The scene inside the house was surprising. When they entered the door, they saw the killer Crocodile fell to the ground with his head on the ground, while another tall prisoner...was standing blankly against the wall as if he had been frightened.I have never seen these prisoners so honest with guns.

"Mr. Jones accidentally fell down..." Amis patted her chest, and took two steps back, away from the killer crocodile who accidentally fell, "He is too big, and the voice just now was really scary gone."

"No, it's okay, no one expected such an accident." The prison guards walked in tremblingly holding electric/shock/guns, thinking they would see a room full of blood... Fortunately, they didn't need to change another psychiatrist .

They tied the killer crocodile, whose brain was stunned, to the restraint chair, but the doctor didn't know what he was thinking, he was so scared when he saw it, and he asked them not to tie his hands.After making sure Killer Croc wasn't going to break free, they did as she asked.

As soon as the prison guard left, Buck saw the psychiatrist in white slam the door of the psych room expressionlessly. She glanced at the killer crocodile shaking his head, and then at him.

That look seemed to be judging whether he had any intention of attacking. Seeing that he had no intention of doing anything at all, he pointed to another chair opposite the interrogation table, "Go and sit."

And Buck... just sat down so that his body accepted the order one step ahead of his brain.

As the person who witnessed the whole process of the attack just now, only he himself knows how frightened he can be.

Killer crocodile fell?

——Yes, it was an artificial 'fall'!

——That big guy was almost thrown to the ground by her backhand over his shoulder the moment he attacked the little doctor! !

Buck was stunned for a long time.

Sneak attack?resist?

It's not that he doesn't want to resist, but—does the crocodile know?Do you know how strong the crocodile is?

Killer Crocodile can crush a person's head with just a little effort!Even Batman wouldn't like to confront this guy head-on, so maybe Bane, who is at full strength, can compete with the crocodile.

Buck thought that it was basically impossible to catch the killer crocodile's killing blow, but the psychiatrist, who seemed to be unable to stand still when the wind blew, caught the sneak attack without much effort, and almost missed it. 1000+ Pound Killer Alligator Hammered Into the Ground!

"I'm going to kill you," the Killer Crocodile, who had regained his composure, only felt that he was being bullied by the little doctor. He struggled with the restraint belt on his body, and became more angry, "I will definitely bite your head and put You eat it in your stomach!"

Amis always felt that she seemed to have heard similar words many times, why did they only repeat the same words?

Ignoring the meaningless anger, Amis suddenly remembered something, "Does the crocodile have a bad memory?"

No one knew why she asked that question.

Buck didn't know, let alone the killer crocodile, who wasn't particularly agile.

I saw the little doctor took out a stack of thick paper and a box of pens.

"Haven't you even memorized the first rule of the prison? - 'Do not harm the staff of the prison'." Amis said, "It is difficult for you to memorize things? Then let's change the way - just Let’s start with copying prison rules.”

The restraint belt didn't fully control him, so it was convenient for him to stretch out his hands!

"You're dreaming!" The killer crocodile's sharp claws tore at the strap, and he quickly freed his hand. The crocodile's teeth yelled fiercely, "Batman doesn't care about this! No one will listen to you, wait until I take it apart With your bones, you know what reality is!"

If Buck had the chance to speak, he felt that he should persuade Killer Crocodile to stop provoking the little doctor.Because he noticed that the little doctor glanced in the direction of the door—for a moment, he felt that her glance was not to call the guards for help, but to make too much noise to attract the guards!

Amis looked up again at the monitor in the psychology room.

An ordinary prison guard can do such things as operating and monitoring, and it is not such a difficult task for a small employee like Amis who has almost passed the customs of Lex Group and Hydra.

"Actually, I don't like to have conflicts with people, and I don't like to bully people..." Amis sighed rarely, and closed the blinds of the consulting room, "But as I said, I need you to cooperate with my work, if you If I don’t want to listen to the arrangement, it will make it difficult for me to do my next job.”

……

……

Buck felt that his hand was no longer his own...

No, the brain probably isn't either.In just one afternoon, every second made him feel like a year.

If Buck must comment on the most beautiful voice he has heard recently—it must be the voice of the prison guard coming to inform the scary psychiatrist to get off work.

— a hundred times!

Such a thick stack of paper!They didn't stop until she got off work!

Buck never thought that copying things could be more tiring than fighting in a group fight!

Every hour, I have to endure the magic sound of the prison regulations reading aloud.chat?Where did she want to have a good chat, she just wanted to lock them in the consulting room and copy things!

When the doctor came over with the guards, she even said, "It's time so soon."

So fast? ? ?If we continue copying like this, he and Killer Crocodile will definitely be separated first!

——Does she think she can still add a class?

Thank goodness, thank goodness, she seemed to have something to do after get off work, so she didn't really apply for an overtime shift.

It's over, it's finally over.

Buck and Killer Crocodile, who almost broke the prison rules and cut off their hands, were sent back to the cell, and received a warm welcome as soon as they went back—of course it wasn't really a welcome, they probably wanted to know if the little doctor was alive.

"Don't tell me you still keep that damned woman's head on her neck." Penguin asked Killer Crocodile angrily, "She's dead, isn't she?"

Killer Crocodile glanced at the other party without much energy, and ignored him.If anyone got closer, he could notice that his eyes were blank, and the crocodile was still muttering, "...'Don't form gangs, resist bad atmosphere...observe discipline, use civilized language...'"

If you get closer, you can still see his sharp claws being rounded.

The killer crocodile, who was exhausted from copying things, didn't want to talk to anyone at all. The already inflexible crocodile's brain was simply overloaded. With his eyes closed, he could see the chaotic prison rules flying in front of him, as if after a day. The purgatory life, the cell is simply the safest place in the world, he fell asleep as soon as he got back.

Something is not right, very wrong.The Riddler observed for a while, the doctor should not be dead, otherwise they wouldn't have reacted like this.

"Buck?" someone called.

"The doctor is still alive..." Buck tried his best to restrain his trembling voice, huddled in the corner of the cell, and said lightly, "She used a high-frequency sound wave device to threaten Jones. As you know, Killer Crocodile can't stand high-frequency He couldn't move his hands because of the sound."

Then he heard the people in the prison discussing, everyone's focus was on Killer Crocodile's slow attack, or that the doctor really had some skills, no one asked him why he didn't do it.

If no one asked him, he wouldn't take the initiative to say... It will be clear after they have experienced such a nightmare.

Copying prison rules?Then it's even more impossible to mention it! ——They can’t just step on the minefield once!Did Killer Crocodile say it?

Buck hid in the corner and silently picked up the prison rules and memorized them.

By the way, there is one more thing...

After Killer Crocodile finally accepted the reality and was honest, the little doctor called him over to talk for a while.

When she heard her calling him, Buck thought he was going to die.

——But I have witnessed Killer Crocodile from desperately resisting to recognizing reality and bowing his head to fate. He has long since realized what he should do and completely obeyed her orders. When he handed him the pen, he began to copy it!

But in the past, she found out that the little doctor called him to ask about something, and she asked him to tell him what he knew about Robin being trapped in Arkham.

Buck didn't hesitate at all, and decisively reported the names of all the people who bullied the second-generation Robin—he didn't participate anyway.

The little doctor pondered for a while after hearing this.

He didn't know what she was thinking, but after thinking about it, she got up and did one thing - cut the killer crocodile's claws.

... peace to Arkham.