Chapter 182 Daily Life in Arkham (Part 2)

When Gotham just entered summer, the few green plants began to grow luxuriantly, and Arkham Psychiatric Hospital was still peaceful.

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

Jack squatted in the corner, picked his ears, pretending to be deaf. Schiller put his hands on his waist and said to Jack: "I know Batman has started school and is busy doing homework, so he doesn't go out to fight criminals, so you are also free, but this is not a 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? Should I praise him for being a good baby who goes back to the cave to sleep on time? "

Schiller squatted 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, take exams, and get a college diploma. He also has to manage a company and participate in the construction of Gotham City..."

"Boring! Boring! Boring!" Jack shouted loudly: "You will kill him! You will kill Batman, I want to save him!"

Schiller tried to reason with him, Jack desperately covered his ears, shook his head constantly, and sang a mess of songs in his mouth. In general, he had an attitude of "not listening to the turtle chanting sutras".

The two of them are more like two thousand-year-old foxes, and no one wants to play Liao Zhai with each other. Schiller knows that he can't cure the Joker, but he still plays a doctor conscientiously. The Joker knows that Schiller is not a doctor at all. He is obviously a patient, so he has no intention of convincing Schiller.

In essence, the two of them are like looking in the mirror. There is no need for anyone to convince anyone. The two of them are deadlocked, 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 over quickly, the madman with a smile on his face has kidnapped someone, and he said he wants to find Officer Schiller to 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 need, there's no hope, just kill her."

After that, he hung up the phone viciously, then put his arm back into the warm quilt and continued to sleep.

Less than two minutes later, the phone rang again. Schiller turned over, picked up the receiver again and put it to his ear. Before the other party could say anything, he said, "Listen, Brand, in the future, if anyone says the following to you, I hope you will turn around and leave without giving them any look."

"For example, 'I want to play a game with you', 'Do you want to guess a riddle', 'Do you want to live a real life', etc.... As long as you hear such questions, don't ask anything, don't say anything, punch him, and then turn around and leave..."

Schiller was already sleepy. Talking nonsense, Brand said helplessly on the other end: "Listen to me first, do you know who he kidnapped?"

"It's definitely not you, otherwise you would have started screaming..."

"He kidnapped the most expensive and advanced brain wave instrument that was delivered last week! 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, Schiller, who was sleepy, stood at the door of the instrument room. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, then took a deep breath.

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Jack was sitting in the room, putting on the helmet that detects brain waves 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 grabbed the hammer next to him and shouted: "Police, listen! I have a hostage in my hand..."

Schiller took out a medical record from somewhere and started writing and drawing on it. He said as he wrote: "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 most boring game in the world with the most boring person in the world..."

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

Brand took a look at the paper and took a breath of cold air.

Early the next morning, Jack ran to Cobblepot and Evans' room to say goodbye to them. He laughed at the idea of ​​Cobblepot's Iceberg Restaurant and sang operetta in Evans' ear for two hours. Just when the two were so angry that they wanted to beat him, he proudly took out the diagnosis that allowed him to be discharged from the hospital.

Then, with the murderous eyes of the two men, he swaggered out of the gate of Arkham Hospital, waving and whistling at the two people in the window under the sun.

As a result, before he walked out of the street in front of the door, 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 still 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 there 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 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..."

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 host 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 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 frantic and said: "Schiller Rodriguez! You are the most annoying guy in the world! You let those gangsters 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 this kind of 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 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 the same thinking to torture and abuse me!"

"I burned their money and safe, and they actually 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 sound crying: "Luxury cars, fine wine, women, and money! And that damn money! I am surrounded by a group of lunatics!"

"I ran out, but they could always find me..." The Joker really cried 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 quarrel 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 like "you've all seen it, right?", then suddenly jumped up and pointed at the glass of water! This is how they tortured me! It’s like this every day... Wuwu... 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 in 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 Crazy people are running around 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 After signing 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 Joker owes me a lot of money and refuses to pay. He is a rotten person who refuses to pay. He is a rotten person."

Gordon sighed and said, "Although I don't know what the point of playing this kind of role-playing game is, it doesn't matter. Aren't there enough such things in Gotham?"

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