"Arkham Asylum …" Feng Bujue's eyesight was better than most people's. Through the iron bars of the cell, he could see a paper notice on the opposite wall. Even though the notice only had a few lines for the guards to read, such as "smoking is prohibited", it was enough for him to know that this was Arkham Asylum.
"Hmm … Even though the facilities in this place vary from era to era and story to story, the cell I'm in right now is obviously not the type used for long-term detention …" After confirming the location, Brother Jue started to check out the details of his surroundings. "Even though the walls of this cell are old, they are very clean. There are no traces of dirt on the walls, nor are there any scratches. The same goes for the toilet. It looks old, but the stains of feces and urine are not obvious. This means that it has not been used often … Coupled with the thin bed and the fact that I'm not wearing a patient's gown …" He quickly came to a conclusion. "It's obvious that I've just been caught and placed in a 'temporary cell' to await my punishment …"
"Dong, dong, dong …"
Just as he was deep in thought, a rhythmic sound of metal hitting came from the corridor from afar.
After thinking for a while, Feng Bujue realized that it was the sound of a guard using his baton to lightly touch the iron bars of the cell.
It was a habit, and there was no special meaning to it. It was just like how people liked to walk on the edge of the road like walking on a balance beam when they were young, or how people liked to touch the decorations on top of the railings when they passed by a row of railings.
When people grew up, if they worked in a monotonous, depressing, and uncomplicated environment, they might develop a similar habit. In a way, this was a form of relaxation for the brain.
As he expected, it did not take long for a guard to appear at the door of Feng Bujue's cell. When the guard stood there, the knocking naturally stopped.
"Get up," the guard didn't want to waste time talking to Brother Jue. He ordered him through the bars.
As he hadn't received the main mission yet, Feng Bujue didn't want to act rashly. After he heard the guard's order, he quietly got up from the bed.
"Come here." The guard's next order came quickly.
Feng Bujue did as he was told and walked a few steps forward until he was in front of the iron fence.
"Give me your hand." As the guard spoke, he had already reached his hand to his waist and removed a pair of handcuffs.
This time, Brother Jue hesitated.
"Both hands come out from the same gap …" After the guard took off the handcuffs, he saw that Brother Jue did not move, so he reminded him.
Hearing this, Feng Bujue understood that the other party probably wanted to take him out of the cell and escort him somewhere, and not play dirty with him through the cell door.
Just like that, after putting the handcuffs on Brother Jue through the bars, the guard opened the cell door with a key. Then, he grabbed Brother Jue's arm and brought him out.
Feng Bujue didn't say anything along the way. He didn't ask where the guard was taking him, and he didn't resist either. Instead of acting rashly, he would rather observe the environment and security of the asylum quietly. It was better to be prepared than to act rashly.
Unfortunately, there wasn't any useful information in the corridors that he passed through. Other than the surveillance cameras installed in the corners of the ceiling, he could only see the closed doors on both sides of the corridor. There were only numbers on the doors, nothing else. Also, these rooms didn't look like they were for patients.
After walking for a while and turning a few corners, Feng Bujue was brought into a room that looked like an interrogation room.
The rectangular room was only about ten square meters in size. There was a table and two stools. Of course, these three things were welded to the floor. There was a large mirror on one side of the wall, and even an idiot would know that it was a one-way glass. There was also a surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling, and it was obviously turned on.
For Brother Jue, going in and out of this room was like going home. Whether it was in the real world or in the game world, he had more than one arrest record. Being brought into a room like this for interrogation was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Sit down." After the guard brought him into the room, he pointed at the seat facing the glass.
After Feng Bujue sat down, the guard skillfully took out a pair of leg shackles and shackled Brother Jue's right leg to the leg of a chair. Then, he left without saying a word.
After about two minutes, the door to the room opened again. A young woman in a white lab coat walked in.
She wore a pair of slightly old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, and her long brown hair was neatly tied behind her head. Under her white lab coat, she wore a decent shirt and a suit skirt, and she wore a pair of not-so-high heels. Even though her dressing and temperament were relatively conservative, her face and figure were still very eye-catching. Men who saw her for the first time would usually take a second look at her until they caught a glimpse of the luxurious diamond ring on her left ring finger. Only then would they slightly restrain themselves.
"Hello, Mr. John Doe." After entering the room, she sat down across from Feng Bujue. As she flipped through the file in her hand, she said, "I am Doctor Quinn. I have a few questions that I wish for you to answer. If you are willing to cooperate, you will be able to change the current situation that you are in."
"You're lying." In less than a second, Feng Bujue replied with these three words without hesitation.
"Why do you say that?" Dr. Quinn didn't have any particular reaction to Brother Jue's response. She just asked calmly.
"What you mean by 'a few questions' is to conduct a preliminary psychiatric evaluation on me so that you can 'classify' me." Feng Bujue replied, "After you finish this task, I will be taken to 'the place you think I should be taken to.' Then, an indefinite period of 'detention and treatment' will begin. Until the next periodic evaluation, my situation will not change."
Brother Jue was quite familiar with the various procedures of a psychiatric hospital. After all, he had experienced it firsthand.
"Wow!" Dr. Quinn's expression changed slightly when she heard this. "I'm very surprised. Judging from the content of the conversation so far, your thoughts are very clear, and your wording is very accurate. You don't show any violent tendencies in your speech."
"Is that strange?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.
"Heh …" Dr. Quinn chuckled. She pulled out a few photos from the file and threw them on the table. "If you can explain … Last night, you rushed into the police station with a fire axe and tried to kill everyone in sight. You also tried to fight against the entire law enforcement department by yourself … Then, it won't be strange."
As she said this, Brother Jue's eyes moved to the photos.
The quality of the photos was very poor. It looked like they were taken from video surveillance. Even though the photos weren't very clear, it was clear that a man in a long purple suit was killing people with an axe.
"Fifteen police officers and three civilians were injured. Two police officers died on the scene. Four other injured people are still lying on the operating table." Dr. Quinn waited for a few seconds before she continued. She paid close attention to Brother Jue's expression.
"Hmm …" Who was Feng Bujue? It was like showing off one's slight skill in front of an expert.
After pondering for a moment, Brother Jue put on a puzzled face and asked, "The person with the axe in the photo … Is that me?"
Dr. Quinn did not answer the question because it seemed to her to be a meaningless question.
If the person who asked this question really didn't remember doing it, it meant that he was mentally ill. Even if he answered the question, he wouldn't remember anything. If the person who asked this question was asking the obvious, then there was no need to answer.
Dr. Quinn exhaled through her nose. With a straight face, she said, "Let's start from the beginning … Do you remember your name?"
"Jack," Feng Bujue replied.
"Jack … What?" Dr. Quinn tried to ask for his surname.
"I don't remember." A person with a mental illness could answer any question with this answer at any time. This should be the privilege of a mental patient.
"Okay … Jack," Dr. Quinn said again, "How old are you this year? Where are you from? "
These "routine questions" had to be asked. Only by using these questions to establish a baseline of the patient's cognitive and thinking level could they further analyze their illness.
"I don't think it's fair, doctor." Feng Bujue didn't continue to answer.
"What's not fair?" Dr. Quinn asked.
"I'm the only one who's telling you my privacy. It's not fair," Feng Bujue said.
"Privacy?" Dr. Quinn looked down at the name "Jack" that she filled in on a form ten seconds ago. She pursed her lips, "Other than 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 with something of equal value." Feng Bujue looked straight into Dr. Quinn's eyes and said with a faint smile.
"For example … the 'Doctor-Patient Confidentiality Agreement'?" Dr. Quinn continued.
"Ha!" Feng Bujue laughed. "The one-way glass behind you, the recording pen in the pocket of your lab coat, and the probe in the corner of the ceiling tell me … the Doctor-Patient Confidentiality Agreement has another name in Arkham — 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 can prove that I'm completely mentally sane, then the place I'm going to is not the mental hospital, but the police station … Considering that more than a dozen police officers were sent to the hospital and the funeral parlor last night, I don't think it's wise to deal with the police now."
At this point, he paused and said, "Dr. Quinn, I have a proposal …" He tilted his head, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. "Every time I answer one of your questions, you answer one of mine. This way … I think it's more fair."
"Then … can you tell me … why should I agree to your request?" Dr. Quinn replied.
"You don't have to agree." Feng Bujue said, "In that case, our conversation ends here. I'll go back to my cell and continue to think about life, and you can go back to your office and write 'patient refuses to communicate' in the report. Then, you can submit this seemingly perfunctory report to the police and see if they are satisfied with it."
As soon as Zhang Heng said this, Dr. Quinn hesitated, and her expression clearly showed her hesitation.
After all, she was just a doctor, not an actress. Even if she was a psychologist, it was difficult for her to completely hide her emotions.
"The choice is the same, doctor." Feng Bujue said, "I'm a fair person. If you feel that my questions offend you, or if you don't want to answer, you can refuse to respond. On the other hand, I may not necessarily answer all of your questions."
Brother Jue pushed forward methodically, closing in on the other party's psychological barrier step by step.
"Okay." Dr. Quinn thought for a few seconds and said, "But, I still have to ask the questions first."
"Please." Feng Bujue raised his handcuffed hands and made a "please" gesture.
"How old are you this year? Where are you from? "Dr. Quinn asked the question that Zhang Heng did not answer earlier.
"Twenty-five years old. I'm from Metropolis." Feng Bujue answered quickly. He could have answered, "I don't know where I'm from." However, if he responded with such an answer at the beginning, it would easily cause the other party to respond negatively, which would prevent him from obtaining further information.
"You don't remember your surname, but you do remember where you're from?" Dr. Quinn was keenly aware of something, and she immediately questioned the credibility of Zhang Heng's answer.
"That's another question, doctor." Feng Bujue was not going to be led by the nose by the other party. He immediately said, "You have to answer a question of mine before you can ask a question."
Dr. Quinn looked helpless. She paused for a second and said, "Ask away."
"What's your husband's name? What's his occupation?" Feng Bujue blurted out. It seemed that he had already thought of what to ask.
Faced with this rather abrupt question, Dr. Quinn was slightly taken aback. After a brief hesitation, her eyes instinctively looked down and stopped at the wedding ring on her hand for a second. Then, she looked at Brother Jue, trying to discern some kind of intention from his eyes.
Such details naturally did not escape Feng Bujue's eyes...
If Dr. Quinn was an expert in analyzing psychological disorders, Feng Bujue was a master of reading people's minds. Whether it was the slight changes in the corners of the eyes, the slight movement of the body, or even the swallowing of saliva, they were all portrayals of Dr. Quinn's inner workings... Through these, Brother Jue could roughly deduce the other party's thought process.
"Don't think too much, doctor." Feng Bujue, who saw through the girl's thought, added two seconds later, "I won't do anything to your family. I'm just curious, which lucky man has managed to marry 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 Feng Bujue. "He's an entrepreneur."
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