During the winter break, Gotham University's faculty and doctoral apartments were still open, and most of the labs continued to work, but Schiller had only one residence in Gotham City, and no other houses, so when the day of the holiday was announced, he had nowhere to go and continued to stay in the school's office to write his dissertation.

Gotham University's psychology exam results were not too good, which made his assessment score not very high, so he had to try to post a few more articles to increase the score of this part of his resume.

Most of the students at Gotham University are idle and very scattered, and most of the people live in the local area, Gotham is not too big, and most of the students are in a state of on-call.

Bruce took advantage of the vacation time to organize the psychology club, and he seems to have a lot of enthusiasm for it, but it's no wonder, because he needs to disguise, so his test scores can only barely be considered midstream, but he is eager to learn some skills from Schiller, so it is a good choice to organize a club.

On this day, Bruce was holding the materials prepared by the club and was going to give them to Schiller, and he was standing at the door of Schiller's office, and before he could knock on the door, he heard the voice of a telephone coming from inside.

“…… Have you considered frontal lobectomy surgery? Inhumane? Is it humane to let him run all over the hospital? What happened to that Lady Adella? Or won't you wear a straitjacket? …… Well, I'll introduce you to some of Mary Street's gangster thugs, and let them go there to work as nurses, and you'll be done in a few clicks......"

"That Neufman also refused to be treated? Don't take medicine either? I've seen his medical records before, and he has a grudge against the local gangsters, so I'll call their boss and ask the boss to greet him, and he'll be happy to cooperate with you......"

“…… Leave those drunks alone, whether they are sick or not, alcohol will tell them...... Someone's door-to-door sales of alcohol? Vodka delivery? I remember that Douglas under your command used to work for the biggest liquor merchant in Gotham, and asked him to write a letter to his former boss's mansion, saying that the godfather told him to sell less alcohol in a mental hospital, and that he didn't think the gang was crazy enough? ”

"The patient in the end of Elk Street, he is the one who caused the dispute over the inheritance of the family's property, you don't have to get involved in this mess, just let them solve it themselves, we accept crazy people here, but we don't accept poor ghosts with bad stomachs......"

"I'll take my students over tomorrow, and you hold on for another day, what? …… No, your worries are a bit unnecessary, one of the students I brought with me was the son of the Godfather of Gotham, and the other ......"

At this time, the door suddenly opened on its own, and Schiller looked back and saw Bruce standing in the doorway, and he said, "...... The other is the richest man in the world. ”

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At this time, Bruce, who listened to the content of the call, especially wanted to say that he still didn't go.

Professor Schiller sounded too much like a crazy doctor.

Putting down the phone, seeing Bruce stunned, Schiller said, "Come in, I've got a good internship for you, for the sake of how well you run the club." ”

Bruce pursed his lips, then opened his mouth, hesitated, and said, "Your treatment style and what I imagined...... There is quite a gap. ”

"What do you imagine? Like a lesson to you, talk at length to the patient, telling them about the psychology that is written in the textbook? ”

“…… Isn't it? At least it shouldn't be ......."

At least it shouldn't be a call to the gangsters and let the gangsters threaten them, right? Bruce thought, is this psychotherapy? It's physiotherapy!

Schiller shook his head and said, "Criminal psychology is a type of applied psychology, and the focus of applied psychology is on application, not psychology. ”

"If it was in the Met, I might try to talk to them properly, but this is Gotham, and more than half of the mentally ill people in Arkham Asylum were forcibly brought in after failing the gang struggle."

"What about the other half?"

"Drunkards who drink their brains badly, addicts who take drugs to the point of delirium, and people who come to hide from vendettas."

"Isn't there a single mentally ill person?"

Schiller crossed his waist, knocked his hand on the table and said, "In a large psychiatric hospital, why build a small psychiatric hospital for the mentally ill?" ”

Bruce wanted to answer, but he thought about it carefully, what Schiller said seemed to make a lot of sense, Gotham is a ghost place that doesn't need a mental hospital at all, everyone here is mentally ill, and there are few normal people.

"And what can I do? Cure the mentally ill? Let them be positive and optimistic, and become a kind and normal person? After being discharged from the hospital, you can be sent directly to the crematorium, and you won't live for three days anyway......"

Bruce asked, "How's Jonathan doing?" ”

"Tomorrow you will see him yourself." Schiller said.

Bruce sat down across from him and said, "I've been thinking about that suggestion lately, and I feel like I really need a solid base, which should be a complex of prisons, warehouses, monitoring rooms, and laboratories. ”

"And I'm going to build a comprehensive surveillance system that will cover the whole of Gotham City, and Rainey inspired me to think I could also design a special pattern for myself to let people know who I am and who they should turn to."

"Have you figured it out?"

"Bats, bats, of course."

"I know it's a bat, what I'm asking is, do you really want to fight this city to the end?"

Schiller tapped the table with the tip of his pen and said, "Now you have room to retreat, Batman is just a quirky vigilante, but once you start to take full control of the city, and give everyone the opportunity to call you to fight the criminals, then you will have no way back." ”

"When people know that there is a mysterious and powerful hero that they can call around, one day, they will take it for granted as part of their lives, and you will get involved in some unimaginable troubles, and when the time comes, even if you want to leave, it will not be possible."

"I think I'm ready, but now I wonder if I'm capable of doing that," Bruce said. ”

Schiller straightened up and began to gather the papers on the table, and as he cleaned up, he said, "Of course you have, and you are more than capable of doing it all." ”

"Why do you seem to have confidence in me all the time?"

"Because you're Batman."

With that, Schiller stood up and left.

The next day, Schiller and Bruce set off from Gotham University and drove to Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.

Evans was supposed to come to the school to meet them first, but his son had to deal with some problems with the property in Falcone, and he had to start his internship two days late, so only Schiller and Bruce were left.

Taking Batman to Arkham Asylum for an internship sounds a bit weird, but in fact, the Arkham Asylum at this time was not a madman paradise with many talents in the later period, as Schiller said before, most of the Arkham people are not really mentally ill now.

As a result, the original attending doctor, Brand, was already driven crazy, he was Schiller's old classmate, only two months before Schiller, and in his words, the employment experience at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital was the biggest hurdle in his life.

As he drove, Schiller recalled what Brand had told him about the current situation in the psychiatric hospital yesterday, and that the car had not traveled far from the university before he was stuck in traffic.

A straight road of less than 200 meters drove for almost half an hour, Schiller thought that New York was blocked enough, he didn't expect Gotham to be better during the upper and lower half of the rush hour.

The basic traffic rules of Gotham are life and death, wealth and fortune, most people here drive in a way that cars are worth a lot but life is not worth anything, the only role of traffic lights here is to have fun for people stuck in traffic, and the role of traffic signs is only to kick people when they are guilty of road rage.

In the past, because Schiller worked and lived in Gotham University, he basically walked to get out, and he did not drive on the streets of Gotham during rush hour.

When the car drove through the straight road and entered the turntable, a wave of cars passed, Schiller did not move, another wave of cars passed, Schiller still did not move, and when the cars on the turntable all turned, Schiller still did not move.

"Uh...... Professor, are you going to ...... I mean, when are you going to go over? ”

"I'm on the light, can't you see it?"

"But......" Bruce was a little speechless for a moment, and he said, "Are you not familiar with the traffic rules in Gotham?" ”

"Of course not, I just finished reading the Metropolitan Driver's Handbook yesterday."

"But that's Met, and Gotham doesn't have that kind of thing."

"Have you ever thought about it...... "Schiller stepped on the accelerator and twisted the steering wheel hard, "it's because of it that it's jammed!!!! ”

Bruce touched his ears and shifted his body to the side.

Eventually, they gave up driving, climbed to one of the tallest buildings nearby, and flew over in the Wayne family's helicopter.

When they arrived at the psychiatric hospital, Brand came out to pick them up, he was a somewhat chubby doctor, who seemed to have a good temper, always smiling, but now he looked a little haggard, and when he saw Schiller, he hugged him warmly, and then shook hands with Bruce, and he said, "You guys came so early, I thought it was going to be afternoon." ”

"We'll be gone in the morning."

"That's why I thought you might have to be stuck in the afternoon, but I didn't expect it to be so fast." As he walked, he said to Schiller, "The advice you gave is really helpful, and I feel that I am not here to heal the sick, but to be a judge to decide the case." ”

"How are the patients?"

"Patients? Oh, patients......" Brand said.

"The patients who can fill two bottles of whiskey and smoke a whole pack of cigarettes after taking the medicine, they are so good that they opened the market in the basement warehouse the night before, betting on when I will leave my job."

Schiller patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't care, Gotham is like that." ”

Brand smiled wryly and said, "If I had the slightest other way, I wouldn't be here." ”

"Am I the same?"

Brand shook his head and said, "The two of us are different, I am hiding from the enemy, although you are too, but in fact, if you don't ......"

With that, he glanced at Bruce and shut up. Bruce's curiosity immediately rose, and it seemed that Dr. Brand seemed to know something about Professor Schiller's past.

"Alright, let's get to work." Schiller said.

Brand pushed open the door to his office and said, "I have to wronged you to use my office, the facilities of this hospital are relatively old, and this is not bad here." ”

"The main problem now is that after the new police chief came to power, many of the prisoners tried by him need psychiatric certificates, and many of them directly plan to book beds here."

"There are so many people here, and the ingredients are too complex, and the doctors and nurses here are too busy."

Brand gave an ugly look and said, "You know, those guys all have a lot of trouble with them, and in this week, the windows of the hospital were broken 18 times, and at least a dozen killers from different forces came in, and four people died, one of them was an unlucky security guard, not to mention those who desperately transported marijuana and high alcohol into it......"

"It seems that the situation is not optimistic, but it doesn't matter, I can spend the whole winter vacation here, and there will always be a difference." Schiller said.

Bruce couldn't help but feel a little chill in his back.