Chapter 816 Red Hood (X)

Chapter 818 Red Hood (Ten)

A truck sped past in the rainy night, splashing water like a waterfall, and the rumble of the tires rolling over the puddles was louder than the thunder in the sky.

All the children, with terrified faces, grabbed whatever they could grab, crowded together like canned sardines transported on an assembly line.

Jason also held the cushion tightly with one hand, and he said: "You are crazy! Bruce! You are crazy! Not only did you break the rules, you may have hit a gang member, they will take our lives!"

"You haven't learned anything at all!" Jason raised his voice and said: "You can leave here easily, but these people can't, and I can't..."

"As long as you take off the hood, no one dares to embarrass you, you think so, right? Even as long as you reveal your identity, no one dares to embarrass us, they will send us away in a good mood..."

Jason closed his eyes and said in a trembling voice: "But in Gotham, we can't live on pity. You pity us and want to save these children, but this can't save anyone in the end..."

Bruce drove silently, he said nothing, Jason looked at his face, but only saw the light of the street lamp sliding across his hood for a moment, like the sunset in Gotham.

Bruce rushed across the street and drove the truck to a farther place. Just as Jason expected, the rainstorm came too suddenly. Many children were driven out of their base and squatted on the street shivering.

The car stopped again, and more children were pulled up. They looked at the terrified expressions of the children in the car without knowing why, but soon they also fell into panic, because the truck rushed straight through the checkpoints of the gangsters on this street.

The rumbling thunder kept ringing, and the truck was like a flash of lightning, passing through the streets and alleys of Gotham, picking up the stars that fell from the sky, putting them in cans, and driving towards an unknown direction.

The storm was getting more and more intense, and the heels of leather shoes stepped on the floor of the corridor, making a light "da da" sound, which was inconspicuous in the sound of rain.

Schiller pushed open the door of a ward, and Brand, who followed him, frowned, because the situation in the ward in front of him was not good.

Seven or eight children were curled up in the corner, the beds were full of vomit, and there were traces of blood on the ground. Everyone stared at the person who came in with wide eyes, their eyes were very numb, without any breath of life.

"Is this the job that Wayne paid us to do?" Brand stood at the door and said in disbelief: "How did he make these children like this? What did he do?"

"It's not him, but the whole Gotham." Schiller stood in the middle of the room, as if he didn't see these children or smell the terrible odor.

Brand stood at the door in silence for a long time before he said, "This city is hell, a living hell."

"I thought you knew it a long time ago. Haven't you been here for a while?" Schiller stood under the chandelier in the room writing medical records. Brand walked in slowly and said, "Yes, but I have never been deep into this city. I don't have your ability, so I can only hide in the hospital."

"You don't have this ability, Brand, you just don't want to do it." Schiller stopped writing, looked up and glanced at the children, and said, "Today, we are going to give them an initial diagnosis and then come up with a treatment plan. Wayne's huge sum of money is not paid in vain."

"But why don't we go with other doctors?" Brand asked in some confusion, "Shouldn't the consultation be three days later?"

"Do you really think you can count on them? They don't even know this place as well as you do." Schiller turned his head and glanced at the window. He said, "The storm is getting bigger, isn't it?"

Brand sighed and walked gently to a place more than two meters away from the group of children.

He found that every move he made would be captured by those eyes. Brand felt like he was being stared at by a beast, but he thought it was just an illusion because the children in front of him were all malnourished.

"Their stress response is very serious. They must have been stimulated more than once. Can they still express their needs now?" Brand squatted down and made his eyes level with the children.

"I asked you to come together because I hope you can check from the pathological aspect to see if there is any problem with their brain activity. As for the behavior and cognition, leave it to me..." Schiller said.

Brand stood up, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll call the nurse over and ask the hospital to prepare medicine. I hope not to use too many tranquilizers, otherwise it will affect their health."

After a while, two nurses pushed the carts over, and all the children began to scream.

The head nurse turned to Brand and said, "That's it. We have tried medication these days, but they resisted too fiercely. We dare not be too rough. After all, Mr. Wayne has instructed..."

But Brand is much more experienced than ordinary head nurses. He said, "Ignore them, don't look into their eyes, don't try to communicate with them, just pretend you didn't see or hear anything."

"Treat them as a piece of cargo, not a person." Brand looked at the head nurse and said, "Don't think this is inhumane. When a patient shows aggressive behavior, he may have lost his mind. Too much attention will make his mental activities more frequent and make them more excited."

Brand didn't hesitate at all. He stepped forward and grabbed a child's arm and lifted him to the bed. The child screamed wildly and wanted to bite Brand's wrist with his mouth, but Brand grabbed his arm and pressed him on the bed. He waved to the nurse, and the nurse next to him went up to give him an injection.

The other children fled in all directions, but because the door was closed, no one could escape. They were all caught and used drugs.

The head nurse showed a look of reluctance on her face. Until it was all over, she said: "My daughter is about the same age as them, it's really..."

"Don't feel guilty, ma'am, we have controlled the strength and will not hurt their bodies. The dosage of the medicine has also been strictly controlled. Let them be quiet for a while, which will help us to check them. This is the only way for them to recover." Brand comforted.

"Of course, of course I know." The head nurse quickly adjusted her state. She said: "I will inform them to clean up here first, then move the equipment over. After the inspection, let the nurse come to clean their bodies..."

After several nurses left, Schiller looked at Brand and said: "Sometimes, I am also surprised by your professionalism and decisiveness."

Brand was not happy to be complimented at all. He shook his head and said: "Can you tell me? What is going on?"

"This is the child Wayne brought back from the slums. You haven't been there, so you don't know. There is a special beggar in the slums. Some "parents" will take those babies who are relatively thin or born with disabilities back and train them to beg."

"Before After a while, the children of Gotham were united, and these children were rescued. Wayne wanted to treat them, so he sent them to the hospital. "

Brand shook his head and said, "Although I am more focused on pathology, I also know that this is not a good choice. Not to mention that the change of environment may stimulate them, no matter how kind he is, he must first listen to the needs of the recipients, instead of helping them self-righteously."

"Wayne at that time. Was not a good listener." Schiller looked at Brand and said, "But in fact, they reacted so violently because they lived in the laws of Gotham before."

"Gotham's laws? This damn city still has laws? !" Brand took a deep breath and said.

"Of course there are rules and laws in any group society, but Gotham's laws are not written laws, so it seems that there are no laws." Schiller shook his head and said.

"Among them, the rule of the Gotham gang is that no matter where you are, you can only do the corresponding things, so that you can be protected by the rules. If you go beyond the scope, what you get may be far less than what you are exploited."

Brand thought about it and felt that this was indeed very similar to the rule of law he was familiar with.

In a normal society, if people do not abide by social rules and do things beyond their functions, they may gain benefits, but the benefits they gain are far less than the freedom exploited by prison.

And at the bottom of Gotham, such rules are implemented without any difference. Children must be weak enough to stay in their own territory and pose no threat to anyone, so that they can survive in the cracks.

If they occupy resources that do not belong to them, they must hand them over. If they violate this rule, they may die.

Schiller sighed again, looking at the child lying on the bed and said: "This is especially true for these begging children. They have been taught since childhood that all the resources they have obtained must be handed over, otherwise they will be beaten to death."

"They have long been disciplined and believe that all the fruits of their labor do not belong to them. If they take a little more, their lives may be in danger. But now, they have taken too much."

"Bruce Wayne did not break the previous rules, did not break this law, and did not use a new order to train them. Instead, he simply took them out of that environment and stuffed them with a lot of things."

"In that environment, Growing up, people will feel that this pile of things represents a fatal disaster, and no one can be free from the fear of death. "

"Their crying, screaming and resistance are not because they feel that they have too little, but because they are resisting that they have too much."

"This can't save Gotham." Brand said: "If this order is not completely overturned, everyone who walks out of such an environment will go crazy because of this fear."

"Bruce's original intention may be good, thinking that if he can save one person, he will save one." Schiller concluded: "But his behavior is like taking a sick fish out of the pond."

"The fish was not doing well, even dying. He felt pity for it, so he wanted to treat it, but he had to consider that if the fish were without water, it would only die faster."

"And when all the fish in the pond were sick, the first thing he should consider was to change the water in the pond."