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- "Arkham" Feng Bujue's eyesight was extraordinary. Through the iron bars of the cell, he could directly see a paper notice on the opposite wall; although there were only a few sentences written on the notice for the guards to read. "No smoking" and other regulations, but it was enough for him to obtain the information that "this is Arkham Asylum".
"Well although the facilities here will be different in different eras and different story backgrounds, the cell I'm in now is obviously not the type used for 'long-term detention'" After confirming the location, Brother Jue He started to look at some of the details around him. "Although the walls of this cell are old, they are very clean. There are no traces of dirt on the walls or scratches. The same goes for the toilet, which looks very old. But the feces and urine stains inside are not very obvious, indicating that the frequency of use is not high Coupled with the thin bed and the fact that I am not wearing a hospital gown" He quickly came to a conclusion, " Obviously, I should have just been arrested and was waiting to be dealt with in a 'temporary cell'"
When, when, when
Just as he was thinking, a rhythmic sound of beating metal came from the corridor from far to near.
After thinking for a moment, Feng Bujue realized that this was the sound of the guard lightly touching the iron bars of the cell with the baton he carried.
This is a habit with no special meaning, just like when we were children, we liked to walk on the edge of the curb like walking on a balance beam, or when passing a row of railings, we would touch the decorations on the top of each railing with our hands
When people grow up, if they work in a monotonous, depressing, and uncomplicated environment, they may develop similar habits; from a certain perspective, this is also a form of self-relaxation for the brain.
Sure enough, not long after, a guard appeared at the door of Feng Bujue's cell. When the guard stood still, the knocking sound naturally stopped.
"Get up." The guard didn't talk too much with Jue Ge. He just gave an order through the fence.
Since he had not yet received the main mission, Feng Bujue did not want to act rashly, so after hearing the words, he stood up from the bed silently.
"Come here." The guard's next order came quickly.
Feng Bujue followed his instructions and took a few steps forward until he reached the iron fence.
"Reach out." As the guard spoke, he reached to his waist and took off a pair of handcuffs.
This time, Brother Jue hesitated.
"Both hands came out of the same gap" After the guard took off the handcuffs, he reminded Brother Jue that he didn't move.
Hearing this, Feng Bujue understood that the other party probably wanted to take him out of the cell and escort him somewhere, rather than play some dirty games through the cell door.
In this way, after handcuffing Brother Jue through the fence, the guard opened the cell door with the key, then grabbed Brother Jue's arm and took him out.
There was no words all the way, and Feng Bujue was very calm. He didn't ask where the other party was taking him, and he didn't take any action to resist. Rather than taking action rashly, he preferred to quietly observe the environment of this lunatic asylum during this journey. and alert status, to be prepared for danger.
Unfortunately, there was no information worth collecting in the several corridors he passed. Apart from the camera probes installed in the corners of the ceiling, he could only see the closed doors on both sides of the corridor; those doors only had house numbers. , were unmarked, and the rooms did not look like prison cells for patients.
After walking like this for a while, after turning a few corners, Feng Bujue was taken into a room similar to an interrogation room.
In this small rectangular room, which is only more than ten square meters, there is a table and two stools. Of course, these three things are welded to the ground; a large mirror is embedded in one wall of the room. , all fools know that it is a piece of one-way glass; there is also a probe in the corner of the ceiling, which is obviously turned on at this time.
For Brother Jue, entering and exiting this kind of room is like going home Whether in real life or in the game world, he has been arrested more than once. Being taken to this kind of room for questioning is a common occurrence. .
"Sit down." After the guard took him into the house, he pointed to the seat facing the glass.
After Feng Bujue sat down, the guard skillfully took out a pair of shackles and locked Brother Jue's right leg to a chair leg, and then he went out without saying a word.
About two minutes later, the door to the room opened again, and a young woman in a white coat walked in.
She wears a pair of slightly old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, with long brown hair neatly tied behind her head. Under her white coat is a decent shirt and suit skirt, and on her feet is a pair of heels that are not very high.?Heels; even though her dress and temperament are relatively conservative, her face and figure are still very eye-catching. Men who see her for the first time usually look at her twice until they catch a glimpse of the luxurious piece on her left ring finger. The diamond ring will be slightly restrained.
"Hello, Mr. Anonymous." After entering the room, she walked to the seat opposite Feng Bujue without restraint and sat down. She opened the file folder in her hand and said, "I am Dr. Quinn. ), I have a few questions that I would like you to answer. If you are willing to cooperate well, you can change your current situation."
"You lied." In less than a second, Feng Bujue replied these three words without thinking.
"Why do you say that?" Dr. Quinn didn't have any special reaction to Brother Jue's response, he just asked calmly.
"What you call 'asking a few questions' is, to put it bluntly, a preliminary mental assessment of me in order to 'classify' me." Feng Bujue replied, "After you complete this work, I will "I was taken 'where you thought I should be' and an indefinite period of 'detention and treatment' began, with no change in my situation until the next scheduled evaluation."
It has to be said that Brother Jue is quite familiar with the various processes in a mental hospitalafter all, he has had a wealth of personal experience.
"Wow~" Dr. Quinn's expression changed slightly when he heard this, "I'm surprised. Judging from the content of the conversation so far, your thinking is very clear, your wording is accurate, and you didn't show any violent tendencies during your conversation. .¡±
"Is this weird?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.
"Haha" Dr. Quinn chuckled, pulled out a few photos from the file folder, and threw them on the table. "If you can explainlast night you rushed into the police station with a fire ax to see someone. It¡¯s not surprising that he just slashed and tried to fight against the profound intentions of the entire law enforcement agency on his own.¡±
While she was saying this, Brother Jue¡¯s eyes had moved to those photos.
The image quality of these photos is very poor, and they all appear to be captured from video surveillance; but even though the photos are not very clear, it can still be seen that this is a scene of a man in a long purple suit holding an ax and hacking people.
"Fifteen police officers and three civilians were injured, two police officers died on the spot, and four other injured are still lying on the operating table." Dr. Quinn waited for a few seconds, then continued, and spoke closely. Pay attention to the change in expression on Brother Jue's face.
"Well" Who is Feng Bujue? To do this with him is to do the same thing.
After only pondering for a moment, Brother Jue put on a puzzled face and asked: "The person holding the ax in the photois it me?"
Dr. Quinn did not answer this question because it seemed to her to be meaningless nonsense.
If the person asking this question really does not remember that he has done this, it means that he has a mental problem, and he cannot remember anything after answering; and if the person asking this question knowingly asks, then it is even less necessary. answered.
Dr. Quinn exhaled from his nose and continued with a straight face, "Let's start from the beginning Do you still remember your name?"
¡°Jak.¡± Feng Bujue replied.
"Jackwhat?" 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. This should be regarded as the privilege of the mentally ill.
"OkayJack." Dr. Quinn said again, "How old are you this year? Where are you from?"
These "routine questions" must be asked. Only through these questions can the patient establish a baseline of cognitive and thinking levels, and then their symptoms can be further analyzed.
"I think this is unfair, doctor." But Feng Bujue did not continue to answer.
"What's unfair?" Dr. Quinn asked.
¡°It¡¯s not fair that I¡¯m the only one unilaterally telling my privacy.¡± Feng Bujue said.
"Privacy?" Dr. Quinn looked down at the word "jak" he filled out on a form ten seconds ago, and pursed his lips. "Besides 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 for something of equal value." Feng Bujue looked directly into the other person's eyes and said with a half-smile.
"For example'Doctor-Patient Confidentiality Agreement'?" Dr. Quinn continued.
"Ha!" Feng Bujue laughed at that time, "The one-way glass behind you, the recorder in your coat pocket, and the probe in the corner of the ceiling tell me there should be another doctor-patient confidentiality agreement in Arkham. It¡¯s called a bullshit.¡±
"Then??What do you want? "Dr. Quinn said, "A certificate of mental health? "
"No, I don't want that." Feng Bujue said, "If you prove that I am completely sane, then the place I want to go to is not a lunatic asylum but a police station Considering that there were more than a dozen police officers leaving last night Being in a hospital and a funeral home, I don't think it's wise to deal with the police right now."
At this point, he paused and then said: "Dr. Quinn, I have a suggestion" He tilted his head and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Every time I answer a question for you, you answer a question for me. , this way I think it¡¯s more fair.¡±
"Socan you tell me by the waywhy should I agree to your request?" Dr. Quinn replied.
"You don't have to agree." Feng Bujue said, "In that case, our conversation will end here; I will go back to my cell to continue thinking about life, and you will go back to your office and write in the report 'The patient refuses to communicate' and then hand what appears to be a perfunctory report to the police to see if they will be satisfied."
As soon as these words came out, Dr. Quinn hesitated, and his expression clearly showed this.
After all, she is just a doctor, not an actress. Even a psychology expert would find it difficult to completely conceal her emotions.
"The right to choose is the same, doctor." Feng Bujue said, "I am a fair person If you feel that the questions I ask offend you, or you don't want to answer, you can refuse to respond; in contrast, I don't Will definitely answer all your questions.¡±
Brother Jue advanced in an orderly manner, approaching the opponent's psychological defense step by step.
"Okay." Dr. Quinn thought for a few more seconds and then continued, "But I still have to start asking questions first."
"Please." Feng Bujue raised his hands that were handcuffed together and made a "please" gesture.
"How old are you? Where are you from?" Dr. Quinn asked something that the other party had not answered before.
"Twenty-five years old, from metropolis." Feng Bujue answered quickly. He could have answered "I don't know where I come from." But if he responded with such an answer from the beginning, it would be easy. This causes the other party to respond negatively, which in turn will prevent you from obtaining further information.
"You don't remember your last name, but you remember where you come from?" Dr. Quinn keenly noticed something, and she immediately questioned the credibility of the other party's answer.
"This is already another question, doctor." Feng Bujue would not let the other party lead him. He immediately said, "You have to answer my question first before you can ask a question."
Dr. Quinn looked helpless, paused for a second, and then said, "Just ask."
"What's your husband's name and what's his occupation?" Feng Bujue almost blurted out. It seemed that he had already thought about what to ask.
Facing this rather unexpected question, Dr. Quinn was slightly startled. After a brief hesitation, her eyes instinctively lowered, resting on the wedding ring on her hand for a second, and then looked at Brother Jue, trying to discern some intention from his eyes.
And such details, naturally, cannot escape Feng Bujue¡¯s eyes
If Dr. Quinn is an expert in analyzing mental illness, Feng Bujue is a master in seeing through people's hearts. Whether it is slight changes in the corners of the eyebrows or eyes, slight movements of the limbs, or even swallowing of saliva, etc., they are all reflections of Dr. Quinn's inner activities Through these, Brother Jue can even roughly deduce the other party's thinking process.
"Don't think too much, doctor." Feng Bujue, who had seen through the other party's thoughts, added after two seconds, "I won't do anything to your family. I'm just curious about which lucky man will marry To a beauty like you who is both beautiful and intelligent.¡±
"Waynemy husband's name is Bruce Wayne." After a moment of silence, Dr. Quinn gave an answer that surprised even Feng Bujue, "He is an entrepreneur." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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