Chapter 3000: The Shade of Green Trees Makes the Summer Long (Part 8)

Chapter 2974 The green trees are dense and the summer is long (8)

"What's wrong?" Brand poured Schiller a cup of coffee and asked, "You don't seem to be in a good mood."

"Mrs. Copot's situation is not good." Schiller was obviously distracted. He was thinking about something and said: "Of course, with her mental state and physical fitness, it is already very good that she can persist until now. I am worried. What’s more, if this continues, Cobot may also have problems.”

Brand sat next to Schiller and said side by side: "He has been unable to make up his mind to do a biopsy because once the examination was done, it would not be hidden from his mother and it might further stimulate his mother's spirit. "

"What's the probability?"

"According to my experience, there is more than 90% chance."

"Then it must be lung cancer."

"To be honest, I suggested that he find a testing method that wouldn't alarm his mother."

"Is there such a device?"

"Even if there wasn't one at Wayne Hospital, there was certainly one at Batman's, but he told me that he knew the consequences would probably be unbearable, and it would be difficult not to show it in front of his mother, and the consequences would be the same."

"Cobot relies too much on his mother." Schiller took a sip of coffee and felt better. He continued: "For so many years, his only outlet for emotional outlet is his mother. This is very unhealthy, but his mother really needs it. He is taken care of meticulously and no one can criticize him for his filial piety.”

"There must be a stage when people realize that in the end they are the only ones left in life." Brand said with emotion: "If you have a wife and children, you may be able to transfer your emotions, but if you don't, you can only learn to endure loneliness. "

The two were silent for a while, and Schiller stood up on his own initiative and said, "I'm going to take a look at my room."

Brand nodded, stood up, and took him to the guest room in the reception department of Arkham Asylum. Because it is a comprehensive nursing hospital, there are many hotel-style rooms.

Brand chose a corner room for Schiller. There were two large floor-to-ceiling windows in the corner of the living room, overlooking the sea. The room was very air-conditioned and very cool. It was also equipped with a computer and a projector for office use.

As soon as he saw the computer, Schiller remembered that he still had papers to approve. He gave up the idea of ​​going to the activity building and decided to finish the work first.

Before that, he still called Helen and asked them to be gentle and not damage his house. As a result, he heard James Gordon's voice in the background. As expected, these people were He got into a fight and ended up in the police station.

Schiller really didn't want to worry about it anymore. Facing teenagers' homework was better than facing teenagers themselves. There was a limit to how bad the paper was, but teenagers didn't.

Schiller watched the afternoon from noon until Brand knocked on his door again. After opening the door, he saw Brand carrying a bottle of wine. Brand said: "There is a small party over there in the activity building tonight. You Are you going or not?”

Schiller looked at the emails that had almost been sent out, nodded, took the bottle of wine from Brand, raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "Are you rich?"

"Where, someone else gave it to me."

Schiller walked to the wine cabinet and chose a place for the bottle of good wine. He looked at the label of the wine and felt it looked familiar, but the students' garbage papers had not been completely cleared from his mind, so he didn't think much about it.

They came to the restaurant at dinner time. Schiller ordered a table of cold dishes. Brand felt a little funny. He said, "It seems that you are really hot. What is the temperature in the city now?"

"It's 43 degrees, can you believe it?" Schiller cut into a piece of salmon and said, "But some people can even play football for half a day in this weather."

"Young people are so energetic." Brand said, shaking his head.

They chatted while eating, and the dinner time ended quickly. They left the restaurant and headed to the activity building. Brand took Schiller into the club hall without registering his identity.

Schiller chatted with people he knew and didn't know well. Although they were not the colleagues and friends he usually saw in the Gotham University Faculty Club, they were almost the same.

Everyone sat scattered around the table, drinking and chatting. Some were reading, some were reading newspapers, and some were playing cards. Over the years, the form of entertainment for this class in Gotham has not changed much.

However, with the development of technology, there is a projector showing movies on one wall of the hall, and several people are sitting there watching.

Schiller was just a little curious about what movie was playing. He walked over and took a look, good guy, isn't this Selena?

It looks like a love movie about exploring ancient Mexican tombs. Selena plays a role similar to Lola, which suits her very well, because she is not only beautiful, but also very good at fighting. She can be regarded as taking advantage of her snitch advantage. maximum.

The male protagonist is almost uninteresting. Not only is he not as handsome as Bruce, but the fighting scenes are also stiffer. The plot makes Schiller unable to complain. Monsters from underground rush out, and the male protagonist actually runs away first, while the heroine played by Selena She also loves him desperately. If this were Selena in real life, she would slap him against the wall and not be able to pry him off.

Schiller sat there and watched for a while. He really couldn't stand the plot of this bloody love drama. Everyone else was watching it with gusto. Looking around, they were all wearing hospital gowns.

Just as Schiller was sizing up the audience in the front row, he suddenly saw a somewhat familiar figure.

"Who is that? What's his name?"

Brand looked in the direction Schiller pointed, and after a brief recollection, he said, "His name seems to be Nygma. I remember his symptoms were post-traumatic stress disorder and severe obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"Edward Nygma?"

"It seems so." Brand took out his mobile phone and made some inquiries before saying, "Yes, Edward Nygma was admitted to the hospital four years ago. His condition was very serious when he was admitted, and he showed uncontrollable symptoms. He wrote riddles and guessed riddles. After a period of treatment, he got better, but he still couldn't stop taking the medicine."

"After several electroshock surgeries more than a year ago, the situation has gotten better. Now, except for reading riddle books, he is almost like a normal person. The judgment given by his attending doctor is that if there are no accidents, he will be better in the second half of the year. You can be discharged from the hospital.”

Schiller was a little emotional. He had previously wondered where the Riddler of his universe had gone, and asked Gordon to pay attention. Co-author had been admitted to the hospital a long time ago and is now almost cured.

But Schiller is pessimistic about whether Edward can truly recover. The Riddler is one of the few true mental patients in Gotham. The Joker and Scarecrow are generally antisocial personalities and not considered mentally ill, but Edward is a real psychopath. Mental patient.

In the plot of the original comic, he showed a very obvious obsessive tendency. He once said that he did not want to leave riddles, but he had no choice but to continue committing crimes, leaving riddles, leading people to guess riddles, and then Sent to a lunatic asylum.

"How did he get here?" Schiller asked.

"He came here on his own." Brand seemed to have finally remembered something. He said, "One day he collapsed at the door of the lunatic asylum. The nurse found that he was covered with injuries and took him back because he was afraid that he would get inflamed from the rain. He went to the ward and found that he had serious mental problems.”

"We were preparing for the music festival at that time, and we were worried about causing damage after releasing him. The lunatic asylum was in good condition, and he was not a bad patient, so we simply admitted him."

"Are you sure the blood on him is your own?"

"Do you suspect that he killed someone? In fact, we suspect so too, but we are not the police, so we can't ask."

"You know you can ask for Gordon, right?"

"There is no need." Brand said in a more serious tone: "Four years ago he was just 20 years old, just a child, just like Copot back then. Why should we be so harsh on him?"

"I'm just worried that his illness may be related to his experience. Who caused the injuries on him?"

"I don't know, but it looks like he was beaten. Judging from his post-traumatic stress disorder, he may have had a serious childhood shadow, perhaps school violence."

"You're always looking into maybes."

"Because I am a pathologist." Brand said: "Fortunately, he is recovering well. If nothing else happens, I will let him be discharged from the hospital in September."

"I'll go over and take a look." Schiller said, putting down his glass.

He walked over and sat next to Edward. The other person seemed startled by him and turned his head, but he did not meet Schiller's eyes. Instead, he squinted his eyes upwards and looked at Schiller like that.

"Hello, Mr. Nygma, I am Schiller, a professor of psychology at Gotham University, and Dr. Brand is my friend."

Schiller took out his business card and handed it to Edward, and at the same time looked at his face. He did look similar to most of the Riddlers, but he was younger and not so pale. From the surface, he did not look like a mental patient.

But when he stretched out his hand, Schiller could clearly see that he had some physical disabilities. The movement of turning his wrist was relatively stiff. When he took the business card back and put it into his pocket, his shoulders seemed to be locked, and he didn't know how to move smoothly. Natural force.

"Have you ever had electroshock therapy?" Schiller asked.

Edward nodded silently.

"How are you feeling? Are you relaxed?"

Edward really thought about it carefully, curled up his neck and nodded. He didn't show any fear, because modern electroshock therapy requires complete anesthesia, which means you don't know anything when you lie down on the operating bed. , mainly used to stimulate nerves and help recovery.

His performance was somewhat beyond Schiller's expectations, because this type of mental patient should be more excited when communicating, and even talk incessantly. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is nonsense, but psychologists can use them to communicate. The language logic infers their current status.

Edward acted a little shy and silent, which was actually a good omen, because this is how it should be when facing strangers. Schiller also showed some pressure. It would be abnormal for him to be excited.

Learning to avoid is an important part of the rehabilitation of similar mental patients. It can help them establish correct social thinking and weaken their aggression. It seems that although Brand doesn't know anything about it, he is still good at treating diseases.

"How have you been feeling lately?" Schiller asked, lowering the pressure and speaking in a slower tone.

"It's good, it's always been good," Edward said.

"Which ward do you live in? Maybe I can visit you later."

"7013." Edward said, "Can I leave a riddle on the door?"

"Of course you can if you want." As soon as Schiller said this, he thought of 7014, the next door to 7013, where Copot's mother lived.

"Do you know Mrs. Copot?"

Edward seemed to have finally gotten rid of that state of avoidance. He nodded vigorously and said, "She's fine, but she's very ill. Cobblepot will bring me riddle books, and he will read them and answer my riddles..."

Schiller found that Edward's mouth and neck muscles were still twitching. This should be the sequelae of taking medicine, but the basic language logic was clear, and there was no abnormal excitement when mentioning riddles. It was indeed different from other riddlers.

"I know you like riddles very much. Do you prefer life with or without riddles now?" Schiller asked again.

This time Edward thought for a long time, and then spoke a long paragraph.