Chapter 1277

"Arkham..." Feng can't feel his eyesight. He can directly see a paper notice on the opposite wall through the iron fence of the cell. Although there are only a few words written on the notice for the guards to see, "no smoking" and other regulations, it is enough for him to obtain the information that "this is the Arkham Asylum".

"Well Although the facilities of this place will be different in different ages and different story backgrounds, the cell I am staying in is obviously not the type of "long-term detention" After confirming the location, brother Jue began to check some details of the surrounding area. "Although the walls of this cell are old, they are clean and tidy. There are no marks left by filth on the walls, and there are no nicks or other things. The toilet is the same, it looks very old, but the feces and urine in it are not obvious, indicating that the frequency of use is not high Plus the thin bed, and the fact that I'm not wearing a hospital uniform... " He quickly came to the conclusion that " Obviously, I should have just been caught in a "temporary cell" waiting for disposal

When, when, when

Just as he was thinking, a rhythmic, metal beating sound came from the corridor from far and near.

After a little thought, Feng realized that it was the movement of the guard to touch the iron fence with his baton.

It's a habit. It doesn't have any special meaning. It's just like when we were children, we like to walk on the edge of the curb like walking on a balance beam, or touch the decorations at the top of each railing with our hands when passing through a row of railings

When you grow up, if you work in a monotonous, depressive, and uncomplicated environment, you may develop similar habits; in a way, this is a form of brain self relaxation.

Sure enough, before long, a guard appeared at the door of the cell. When the guard stood, the knocking stopped.

"Get up." The guard didn't talk too much with brother Jue. Across the fence, he said an order.

As he had not yet received the main task, Feng didn't feel that he wanted to act rashly, so after hearing the words, he stood up silently from the bed.

"Come here." The next order from the guard came soon.

Feng didn't realize that he also walked forward a few steps to the iron fence as he said.

"Reach out." The guard reached to his waist and took off a pair of handcuffs.

This time, brother Jue hesitated.

"Two hands come out of the same space..." After the guard took off the handcuffs, he saw that brother Jue didn't move, so he reminded him.

Hearing this sentence, Feng didn't realize that the other side should want to take him out of the cell and take him to somewhere, instead of playing dirty play through the cell door.

In this way, after putting handcuffs on brother Jue across the fence, the guard opened the prison door with the key, and then grabbed brother Jue's arm and brought him out.

He didn't ask the other party where he would take him or take any action against him. He was more willing to observe the environment and security situation of this lunatic asylum in a quiet way on the way than to make a rash move.

Unfortunately, there is no information to collect in the corridors he passes. Except for the camera probes installed in the corner of the ceiling, he can only see a closed door on both sides of the corridor; those doors only have the number of the door, no other signs, and it seems that these rooms are not like the cells for the patients.

After a few turns, Feng was led into a room similar to the interrogation room.

There is a table and two stools in this rectangular small room with only ten square meters. Of course, all three things are welded to the ground. A large mirror is embedded on one wall of the room, and all fools know that it is a one-way glass. There is a probe in the corner of the ceiling, which is obviously open at this time.

For brother Jue, going in and out of this room is like going home No matter in real life or in the game world, he has been arrested more than once, and it's common for him to be taken to such a room to ask questions.

"Sit down." After the guard took him into the room, he pointed to the seat facing the glass and said.

After Feng unconsciously sat down, the guard skillfully took out a pair of shackles and locked brother Jue's right leg on a chair leg. Then he went out without saying a word.

About two minutes later, the door of the room opened again, and a young woman in a white gown came in.

She was wearing a pair of aged black frame glasses, a long brown hair in the back of her head. Under the white coat was a proper shirt and suit skirt, and on her feet was a pair of high-heeled shoes with not high heels. Even though her dress and temperament were relatively conservative, her face and body were still very striking. The men who saw her for the first time usually looked at her more, straight Only a glimpse of the luxurious diamond ring on her ring finger in her left hand would bring her back a little.

"Hello, Mr. anonymous." After entering the room, she came to the seat opposite to Feng unconsciously and sat down. As she opened the file folder in her hand, she said, "I'm Dr. Quinn. I have a few questions for you to answer. If you cooperate well, you can change your current situation."

"You lie." Within a second, Feng unconsciously returned these three words without thinking.

"Why do you say that?" Dr. Quinn didn't have any special reaction to jueger's response, but asked calmly.

"Your so-called" ask a few questions "is to give me a preliminary mental assessment so as to" classify "me." "After you finish this job, I will be taken to the place you think I should be taken," Feng said, and then an indefinite period of "detention and treatment" will begin. Until the next regular assessment, my situation will not change any more. "

It has to be said that brother Jue is quite familiar with the various processes of the mental hospital After all, he had a rich experience.

"Whoa ~" Dr. Quinn heard this, and his face changed slightly. "I'm surprised that from the current conversation, your thinking is very clear, your wording is also very accurate, and there is no violent tendency in the conversation."

"Is that strange?" Feng asked tentatively.

"Ah..." Dr. Quinn chuckled, took a few photos from the file folder and threw them on the table, "if you can explain Last night, you rushed into the police station with a fire axe, cut off people, and tried to fight against the profound intention of the whole law enforcement department with your own strength It's no surprise. "

At the same time, Jue's eyes have shifted to the photos.

The quality of the images presented in these photos is very poor, and they all look like the images captured from video surveillance. But even though the photos are not clear, it can be seen that this is a man in a purple long suit with an axe cutting people.

"Fifteen police officers and three civilians were injured, two of them died on the spot, and four of them are still lying on the operating table," Dr. Quinn said after a few seconds, paying close attention to the expression changes on brother Jue's face.

"Well..." Who are you? It's a trick to follow him.

Just pondering for a moment, brother Jue put on a puzzled face and asked, "the man with the ax in the picture Is it me? "

Dr. Quinn didn't answer the question because it was nonsense to her.

If the person who asks this question really doesn't remember that he has done it, it means that he has mental problems and can't remember what he answered. If the person who asks this question asks knowingly, it's not necessary to answer.

Dr. Quinn took a breath out of his nose, grimacing, and said, "let's start from scratch Do you remember your name? "

"Jack." I can't feel the way back.

"Jack What? " Dr. Quinn tried to ask his last name.

"I don't remember." A person with mental problems can use this answer to answer any question at any time, which should be regarded as the privilege of mental patients.

"Well Jack. Dr. Quinn added, "how old are you this year? Where do you come from? "

These "routine questions" are inevitable. Only by establishing a baseline of cognition and thinking level for patients, can their symptoms be further analyzed.

"I don't think it's fair, doctor." But Feng didn't feel like answering.

"What's not fair?" Dr. Quinn said.

"It's not fair that I'm the only one who is telling my privacy." I don't know.

"Privacy?" Dr. Quinn looked down at the words "Jack" that he had written on a form ten seconds ago, and sipped his mouth. "Besides a name to be verified, what privacy do you tell me?"

"If you want me to tell you more, you should exchange the equivalent." Feng unconsciously looked into each other's eyes and said with a smile.

"Let's say "Doctor patient confidentiality agreement" Dr. Quinn said.

"Ha!" "The unidirectional glass behind you, the recording pen in your coat pocket, and the probe in the corner of the ceiling told me The doctor-patient confidentiality agreement should have another name in Arkham - bullshit. "

"Then what do you want?" "A certificate of mental health?" said Dr. Quinn

"No, I don't want that." "If you prove that my spirit is completely normal, the place I want to go is not the lunatic asylum but the police station I don't think it's wise to deal with the police now, considering that a dozen officers went to the hospital and the funeral home last night. "

Then he paused and said, "Dr. Quinn, I have a proposal..." He tilted his head and slightly raised one corner of his mouth. "Every time I answer you a question, you answer me a question, so I think it's fair. "

"Then Can you tell me by the way What reason can I grant you this request? " Dr. Quinn replied.

"You may not agree." "In that case, our conversation will be over; I'll go back to my cell and think about life, and you'll go back to your office and write" the patient refuses to communicate "in the report, and then give this seemingly perfunctory report to the police to see if they will be satisfied."

As soon as he said this, Dr. Quinn hesitated, and his expression clearly showed this.

After all, she's just a doctor, not an actress, even psychology