Chapter 1948 U Transcendence Event (Thirty-Nine).

Chapter 1922 U Beyond Event (Thirty-nine)

Finally Batman came in.

Looking at the nurse's back as she left, Schiller sighed deeply again. He looked up at Batman and said, "Have you ever heard of this saying? When you enter a mental hospital, you are a mental patient."

Batman shook his head.

"Of course you haven't heard of it, because I made it up." Schiller moved his neck and said, "The fact is that I am a mental patient now, and I urgently need treatment."

"What's wrong?" Batman frowned slightly.

"Why do you all like to ask this?" Schiller shook his head and said, "The fact is that when I tell you that I am a mental patient, don't listen to anything I say anymore."

"I think you are a little confused." Batman said.

"That's the truth." Schiller wrinkled his eye muscles in some pain, and said, "I'm repairing my house. The earthquake just now damaged some things, so I only have about 30% of my energy to talk to you now, so don't ask for any logic."

Batman was startled. He could understand that Schiller was actually saying that there were some problems with his thinking tower and he was adjusting it now, so he didn't have much energy in the real world, which might seem a bit confusing.

But what made him more alert was the way Schiller spoke. He didn't think that this professor, who had always been rigorous, would deliberately not make his words clear. Even if he was not focused enough, he couldn't say it so vaguely, unless he did it on purpose.

This sounded completely crazy to the bystanders, because there were no houses here at all, and there hadn't been an earthquake just now, and Schiller deliberately said this, as if to make the bystanders think it was crazy.

So where were the bystanders?

Batman looked around, and he didn't find any reflections from the monitoring equipment, so he gave up rational judgment and followed his intuition to look at the empty corner of the ceiling.

In an instant, he looked at the people in the spectator seat staring at the screen.

Constantine broke out in a cold sweat, and he almost jumped up from his seat. He stared at Owen and said, "Didn't you say he couldn't see us?"

"Calm down, calm down, he really couldn't see us, and he didn't find us, it was just a coincidence..."

The Joker Arthur suddenly snorted twice, but when everyone's eyes fell on him, he suddenly lowered his head and kept silent.

Bruce also showed a playful expression, as if he thought of something, but he didn't say anything.

But the Lord Superman, who had been paying attention to him, was unwilling to let him go. He stared at the smile on Bruce's face and asked, "What did you see?"

"Nothing, just think it's a little funny."

At this time, Spider-Man suddenly said, "I think something is wrong, but I can't tell what's wrong, anyway, it's a little strange."

"This hospital is really strange." Bruce really seemed to have thought of something funny, propped his elbows on the armrest beside him, and pressed his lips tightly with his fingers to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

"I don't know which genius came up with this good plan to torture the psychiatrist." Bruce sniffed and commented, "If I were Professor Schiller, I would also choose to sleep and not wake up."

"What's going on?" Lord Superman asked, frowning deeply, with an expression on his face as if saying "If you don't make it clear, I'll make you look good."

Bruce smiled and said, "Have you ever been to a mental hospital?"

Constantine was slightly startled, and after a while he hesitated and said, "I have been there, but I think the mental hospital I stayed in is not normal."

"Really? What did they do to you?"

"They locked me up and fixed me to the bed, so that I couldn't move at all. Even when I went to the toilet, someone had to watch me. They also forced me to take medicine. Everyone scolded me. This is a terrible abuse."

"Yes, that's because you know you don't have a mental illness." Bruce stretched out his hand. A finger said, "You understand that the abnormalities you show are because you are a magician, not because you are crazy."

"Then can they treat real mental patients like this?"

"Of course they can, and they must do so."

Bruce sighed and said, "The atmosphere of the mental hospital you just saw on the screen is probably the kind of place imagined by people who have never been to a mental hospital but have unrealistic fantasies about mental patients."

The others frowned and looked at Bruce, except for the clown Arthur. Arthur hummed a few times and said, "It is indeed hell for people who are not sick. They will monitor you, restrain you, insult you, and manipulate you into what they want."

"That's because, after all, there are only a few people who are not mentally ill but are sent to mental hospitals, and the vast majority of people who stay in mental hospitals are real mental patients, and some are very seriously ill." Bruce added.

"Give me an example." Bruce sighed, looked at Constantine and asked, "Do you know why the nurse watched you go to the toilet?"

"Why?" Constantine asked with a frown.

"Because some of them eat their own excrement."

Constantine and Spider-Man immediately made two nauseous sounds, but Bruce said very calmly: "But this is already good. Some people will hide their excrement and smear it on any corner they can touch after returning to the ward."

"Why?" Spider-Man asked in disbelief.

"Because they are mentally ill." Bruce sighed helplessly and said, "Humans who have completely lost their minds are much more terrifying than machines that have lost control."

"Any seemingly harsh or even inhumane regulations you can find in a mental hospital must have a shocking record of illness behind them. The most important thing I learned during my internship is that you don't ask why, just do it."

"And..." Bruce raised another finger and said, "The gentleness, patience and rationality shown by the doctor and nurse just now are almost non-existent."

"When you work in a completely chaotic environment for a long time, it is already quite remarkable to be able to maintain basic mobility, so don't expect to have a good temper."

"Some people may think that nurses in many hospitals are fierce, and nurses in mental hospitals are only ten times fiercer than those in ordinary hospitals, because most of the time their work is not to treat people, but to tame animals."

"Simple and powerful commands are the best way to deal with this group of imaginative mental patients. Creating fear is simple, but it works."

Lord Superman suddenly understood what Bruce was saying.

According to this theory, Gotham is a large mental hospital, and Batman is the nurse who spreads fear in the mental hospital.

You say he is cruel and inhumane, but the madmen in Gotham have done much more than those who are trying to be strong. You say he is violent but not completely violent, but I have never heard of any nurse in a mental hospital who killed a patient because he was too difficult to deal with.

Why should the law be lenient to the mentally ill? Lord Superman began to think about this question.

"But if the treatment method is scientific enough, it doesn't have to be violent." Spider-Man scratched his head, still feeling a little bit reluctant, he said: "They are already sick and in pain, wouldn't it be better to be gentle?"

"It is true that hospice care should be gentle, but the pain of mental patients is that they are just crazy, not dying. The various measures taken by mental hospitals are to cure them and allow them to return to society."

"If you don't have expectations, of course you can coax them gently, but if you want to get the effect of treatment, you can only be strict, otherwise no one will take the medicine obediently."

Bruce looked at the screen again and said: "That's why I said this is the ultimate torture for a psychiatrist, because he can fully see that everything everyone in this hospital does is useless and can't cure any real patient."

"And you seem to have a deep understanding of this." Arthur said.

"Of course, because I have experienced it myself." Bruce lowered his eyelids, blocking the ripples in his eyes caused by the light of the screen. He said, "The treatment process between psychiatrists and mental patients is often tormenting each other, and they must torture each other."

"Because if one of them gives in, and becomes gentle as you said, it does not mean that the patient is cured, but that they have given up."

"If the doctor gives up treatment, he can naturally speak kindly to the patient. Anyway, it has nothing to do with him whether the treatment is good or not. If the patient gives up treatment, he can naturally perfunctorily treat the doctor without scruples, and it looks like he has recovered."

"And if they both give up from the beginning, the treatment has never started, and they can naturally live in harmony and respect each other."

"Are you okay?" Batman sat at the head of Schiller's bed and said, "It looks like this is an illusion, or maybe a dream."

"I remember that we both fell asleep on the bus. This should not be a coincidence, but a means for the other party to pull us into the dream. This game is finally starting to become interesting." Schiller said.

"Why a mental hospital?" Batman asked himself and answered: "The difficulty of the game is gradually increasing, and for us, the tricks of imitation and hiding are not worth mentioning. Maybe this time the killer wants to find the loopholes in our hearts."

"Have you been in a mental hospital?" Schiller asked Batman.

Batman paused his hand on the guardrail and said, "It was a long time ago. Alfred felt that my mental state was not right and wanted to find a doctor for me. The doctor's name was Hugo Strange."

"Then you never trusted any psychiatrist again."

"I don't trust any psychiatrist who is not well-trained."

Schiller laughed and said, "Do you remember that you said I was not well-trained before?"

"I still don't take it back now." Batman reached out and filled the paper cup next to Schiller's table with water and said, "There must be a moment in your life that fits this state, or you have been reading Freud since you were born, right?"

"That's really not well-trained."

Schiller laughed twice, looked at Batman and said, "If you want to come to me to discuss how to break through this illusion, you may be disappointed, because I plan to live here for a while."

Schiller looked up at the bright ceiling and said, "Free ward, free medicine, careful treatment, comfortable environment, I think I can recuperate here for a year, and use the medical insurance quota from someone unknown to me to repair my building before leaving."

"You are wrong, I am not in a hurry." Batman shook his head and said, "The killer seems to want to constantly deny our past and keep saying that we are crazy, so that we can prove to him that we are not crazy, but I have long passed the period of life where I argue with others whether I am crazy or not."

"Coincidentally, I am too."

Schiller used a hand that had broken free to hold a paper cup and clinked the cup with Batman. The two of them were comfortable and relaxed as if they were having a picnic.

The next second, with a "bang", a figure fell onto the balcony of Schiller's ward. Bei Bat pushed open the window, looked back and said angrily:

"They actually said I was crazy?! I think they are the ones who are really crazy!"

I might have finished writing these chapters while unconscious

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