Chapter 3402

Since Haley doesn't need more guards, let her alone. Anyway, as long as the adjutant keeps an eye on her, it's always no problem to retreat if there's really any trouble that can't be solved.

So Su Ming said something about Polaris, and then listened to Haley's opinion.

"Bipolar disorder? But it's still good. Now the symptoms are only autism, not to the extent of suicidal tendency." Haley took out a pair of gold wire glasses, put them on, lay on the grass and observed the patient, and her legs were still shaking behind her: "it seems that avoiding social networking has caused communication difficulties, but it's not a problem. Is Bobo still with you?"

"Yes, we are on the roof of the Gotham police station. He is chatting with director Gordon." Su Ming took a cigarette and looked at the orangutan climbing the street lamp post downstairs.

"That's easy. Let's try pet therapy first. You get orangutans for girls to play. Many times, animals can do things that people can't do. They don't need language. They just look at humans with watery eyes, especially for girls."

As soon as the doctor pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, the glass reflected a wisp of white light. She said quickly:

The most typical "triad" of patients with depression is depression, slow thinking and reduced movement and speech. We first arouse her interest with pets, and then look at the specific situation“

Since the professionals said so, Su Ming did not hesitate. He stuffed his fingers into his mouth and whistled. His cloak rolled Bobo directly onto the roof.

The orangutan with a pipe in his mouth looked confused. He was wet a lot. For animal lovers, it may be regarded as a temptation to get wet.

"It's up to you, Bobo, come on." so Su Ming stuffed Bobo into Lorna's arms, grabbed her hand on the orangutan's head and stroked her black hair.

"What's the matter?" Bobo tilted his mouth silently and looked at the communication light curtain floating aside: "it's you again, isn't it? Crazy woman, which one are you playing?"

"You orangutan are really dark inside. Everyone else is a bad person." Haley threw the human skin she was playing with behind her. Her cats chased the flying face like a dog chasing a Frisbee: "you have to play a role in the team, shut up and enjoy it!"

However, touching the little pet is really effective for Lorna. She gradually calmed down and her eyes lit up. She doesn't need Su Ming to hold her hand. She also took the initiative to roll orangutan hair. She seems to like this feeling.

"It seems that she has been used to her situation for a long time. Even if she doesn't need my help, she can adjust herself in a little time." Haley commented again. She used to see such patients when she worked in Arkham.

Some patients will take the initiative to fight their illness and gradually acquire the ability of self psychotherapy, and even a few can heal themselves.

"We're checking on the liquid metal robot. Now the time is a little tight." the death knell gave the orangutan a bottle of wine as comfort, and the latter immediately calmed down.

As soon as the bottle was stuffed into his mouth, he was like a baby with a bottle in his mouth. He closed his eyes happily and enjoyed the service of beauty smoothing hair.

"In a hurry? Then try language stimulation. You say to her, 'the tongue likes Thai food, but the ass doesn't like it'." Haley nodded again and again and gave an idea, but it didn't sound very professional, but it was more like a prank.

However, Lorna heard this inexplicable remark. She looked at Haley in the projection and raised her hand to scratch her head, which seemed a little puzzling:

"What does that mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything. It's an inducement that connects the human senses with the spiritual world." Haley took off her glasses. She said that after work, the girl's condition was not a disease at all.

Compared with Gotham's many old patients, she can only be... A little distracted at best.

Bobo was put aside by the recovered Lorna, looked at the Polaris who wiped the rain on his face like no one else, and looked at Haley with a big smile. Little Fuchsia said in surprise:

"I didn't think you could really give psychological counseling. I always thought you were lying."

"Nonsense, although I seldom mention it, I have six doctorates in clinical psychology!"

The psychologist began to scratch the lawn with open teeth and claws, as if she wanted to tear the orangutan's mouth across the screen. She became Gotham's spiritual little sister personality and shouted:

"Apologize, you dead orangutan. Apologize to me for the registration fee and reference fee I spent for them in the past!"

"Hey, hey!"

Bobo threw out his tongue and hid behind the death knell. He also threw Harry a 'funny' expression bag.

Lorna dried her face with her sleeve and stroked her hair to the top of her head. Her makeup was a little flowery, but it didn't affect that she had returned to normal. At this time, the girl said to the death knell with some shame:

"I'm sorry. I suddenly felt uncomfortable just now. I don't remember anything. It seems that something is wrong again."

"It's all small things." Su Ming gave her the new chocolate in his hand and patted her thin shoulder. "Come on, let's go down. The Batwoman should have talked to Gordon. Hally, it's getting dawn. Don't play too long."

"Uh huh..." Harry nodded and cut off the communication.

Of course, robots that destroy cities are dangerous goods. According to the rules, their wreckage should also be kept and housed by the police station.

But acquaintances are always easy to handle. When several people go down from the rooftop, there are only Kate and Gordon next to a pool of silver liquid. Other police officers go to clean the battlefield as if they didn't see the people here.

"You saved me again. I owe you a few favors." director Gordon is very good at smoking in the heavy rain. He sucked his nose hard. His thick beard tilted for a while, probably a short smile, but soon recovered his business attitude: "you can see and touch this robot man, but you can't take it away."

"Not if Batman comes?" Bobo said deliberately.

"Not the same." Gordon is a standard good policeman. He can put Batman into the evidence storage room, but don't even think about taking dangerous goods: "you'd better hurry. Now the city still needs us."

"Jim, it's not what I said, but you should at least think more. These robots can't be dealt with by you and the police officers. You let them die." Su Ming shook his head and motioned Lorna to check the robots. He stuffed the director with a pack of high-grade Wilson cigarettes and hooked his neck to one side to chat privately.

"I won't act recklessly or let the boys die, but first we must find a way to stop the riots in the city." Gordon looked up slightly. At this time, the sound of explosion could be heard in the city, and smoke and fire could be seen from time to time: "now the war is still going on, even if those gangsters are potential criminals, they can't be tried by killing robots."

"Batman naturally thinks about this. He will always save people." the death knell patted Gordon on the shoulder, looked at Dr. Santo's headless body hanging on the street lamp pole and said in surprise: "hmm? Jim, look who this is? How did the robot kill him so cruelly?"

The director sighed and waved to several police officers to collect the body: "I don't know yet, but his clothes are obviously not cheap. He may be a big man. Alas, he's really unlucky. We all are."

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