"Hello? Help me to convert to His Excellency the Godfather, thank you. ”

"Good afternoon, godfather. I'd like to talk to you about a business......"

In the office of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Schiller put down the phone, he pulled the phone line, blew the dust on the receiver, and then poured himself a glass of wine, he picked up the old-fashioned phone, dialed in a circle, and said, "Hello? Brand? You've been to Hawaii? …… No, don't worry, take your vacation, I can handle it. ”

After a while, Bruce walked in and placed a stack of papers in front of Schiller, who said, "I'm off work, would you like a drink?" ”

"Thanks, I don't drink."

"You seem to be a little haggard."

"After all, I haven't slept for almost fifty hours."

"Of course, the giant bat spotlight you made up has been on lately, and the whole of Gotham knows there's a Batman."

"But ......" Bruce sighed, he hesitated and said, "Have a drink, thank you." ”

"What can make Batman drink to his sorrows?"

"I don't think I should have done that, bats don't light lights at all, and they shouldn't light them," Bruce said. ”

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Before Schiller could ask, Bruce said, "I set up six bat beacons throughout Gotham, and in the last few days, they lit up a total of 25 times, 19 of which were pranks." ”

"So, I designed insurance for them, and after that, I got 12 requests for help, all of them from gangsters, asking me to support them."

"I didn't allow the gangsters to use them, they did everything they could, and of course, I designed the security program, and it worked well, and there were poor people and beggars who pressed them, and then the next day, they were killed by the gangs."

Bruce covered his face, he took a deep breath, and then took a sip of the wine, he swallowed it with difficulty, and said, "No one who is saved, no one is allowed to be saved, if this is Gotham, I would say, well, it's that I'm thinking too simple." ”

"I knew that...... No bats will light up. Bruce concluded.

"I suggest you take a few days off, and when you have a problem, you sacrifice your rest time to solve it, and then you have a new problem, and it goes on, it's a vicious cycle, you have to stop, it's not beneficial."

Bruce said a little tiredly: "Okay, I'll go back to sleep, I'll come to work tomorrow, make copies of medical records, answer the phone, make rounds, whatever." ”

The next day, Bruce did go to work on time as he said, Schiller was already sitting in his office, sipping a steaming cup of coffee, and Bruce made himself a cup of American, and began to read a paper.

After a while, a female nurse knocked on the men and said, "Doctor, Andre from room 5 on the second floor has been arguing, and he has been asking the nurse to increase the dose of morphine analgesics, otherwise he will complain about us." ”

Schiller didn't raise his head, and said flatly: "Give him, the market price is three times the price, and if you quarrel again, it will be five times." ”

Bruce almost choked on coffee.

"Bird on the third floor wanted us to prescribe him headache medicine, and he made a fuss all night last night."

"Tell him that the pill seller fell off the guardrail yesterday and hit his head on the ground, and now there is no stock."

"The ...... in Ward 6," Schiller said, flipping through the file, "...... Hall or Gower's, isn't it a bit of a way? Let him send in, and we will be seven and three. ”

After the nurse left, before Bruce could speak, the phone rang again, and Schiller picked it up while looking at the file.

"Hello? Whiskey is out of supply? …… Yes, the last bottle was with me, who said they had a bar in their hands that day? Let me see...... No. 1 on the fourth floor, let him pull a line from the bar and tell him not to fool him with parallel goods, or I will give him a diagnosis list with a permanent treatment recommendation......"

Schiller hung up the phone, then picked up the receiver and dialed the number, and said to the other end of the phone:

"Tell them that the killer will not be allowed to enter, and if you want to enter, you must have a gate pass, 100,000 US dollars, 50,000 yuan for the inpatient department, and 30,000 yuan for wear and tear above the third floor, and buy a full set of gift bags and send a security patrol map......"

"Hello? Yesterday, the equipment department said that the brainwave machine was broken, whose person is No. 2 on the fifth floor? Old Bender on the East End? Donate a machine and let him take people away, and come back later to get rehabilitation advice. ”

After hanging up, Bruce said, "Professor......"

Before he could finish, the phone rang again, and Schiller picked it up and said, "Hello? …… Didn't talk about it? Tell him that the twin brothers in the south offered $500,000, and it wasn't a buyout, and if he didn't agree, he didn't want to get a penny for the liquor business here. ”

"Hello? No, now the security of the Arkham Asylum is in charge of the Falcone family, and if he wants to break in, let him come, and the godfather will say hello to him. ”

As soon as Schiller hung up the phone, Bruce saw the opportunity and said, "Is there something wrong ......with this?"

"Hello? How many people will there be tomorrow? …… No, no, that little vulture can't squeeze any oil and water, it's far worse than his father, let him go to prison, I don't collect the rags here...... Did he get his hands on his father's property? Well, Ward 7 on the second floor is left for him...... What? Medical certificate? That's another price......"

“…… Drag the remaining three until next month, and let the judge find a reason, diarrhea or something, there is no place on the fifth floor...... And a policeman? Black police? Discovered? …… We accept mental illness, not intellectual disability, and if you want to come in, you can go to his old employer......"

"Who else? No, he can't...... Already caught? Then let the police put the evidence back and find the guy surnamed Bullock, and he will understand......"

When Schiller was done, he looked up, and Bruce was staring at him, his gaze was complicated, a little "how can it be so" shock, and a little "it really is" contempt.

"Don't look at me, the hospital is working well now, isn't it?"

"But ......"

Bruce opened his mouth, he wanted to question Schiller, but he didn't know where to start.

"I made a deal with Falcone, he manipulated the black gloves to provoke some gangsters with oil and water, and then let the police chief under him arrest and try people, I gave them a psychiatric diagnosis certificate, and let them be admitted to the hospital, as for the future, it depends on whether their owner or the enemy pays more."

Bruce stared at Schiller, who spread his hands and said, "What?" Think it's incredible? Or do you really think I'm as good as Harvey? What makes you have this delusion? ”

Bruce was speechless.

Over the next few days, Bruce watched Schiller join the ...... No, it's not about joining, it's about creatively creating a new Gotham-esque chain out of thin air.

His good professor blended into Gotham at the speed of light with a gesture that didn't look back, rode the dust, and was better than the blue.

But Bruce can't say anything, this perfect Gotham industry chain, only the gangsters are hurt.

In terms of consequentiaries, the gangsters were cheated of money, Arkham Psychiatric Hospital quickly established order, the medical staff were safe, and the various gangsters in the hospital were even more well-behaved.

They thought Bruce was a doctor who could prescribe painkillers, and a few gang bosses saw that he was close to Schiller, and handed him cigar covers every day, hoping that Schiller would let go and let them bring the thread in.

Once, Bruce went to see a case with Schiller, and during a break, he heard the mob boss next door chatting.

"Colt is a bad boy, a complete bastard, he got his own absinthe and had the other one smashed, and he got into a conflict with the twins in order to monopolize the liquor business here......"

"If you want me to say, he is very neat, after all, it is a multi-million dollar business."

"Are there really that many?"

"The red head downstairs earned 20,000 yuan a week by selling cigarettes here! Who doesn't smoke here? Who doesn't smoke cigars? He was able to get good goods from the docks, and some people came in to get this smuggling line......"

"Room 2 has also made a fortune, who doesn't know that he has gone on a good luck and hooked up with His Excellency Godfather, and next quarter, he will have another restaurant."

"Later, the nurses will come over, and they will all put out their cigarettes, and be careful of angering those girls, who are all black widows under the hands of Mother Heart......"

What he had seen in this hospital in just a few days made Bruce feel extremely complicated and tangled.

Bruce thought, what would he do in exchange for him? He thought about it for a long time, and then admitted that he really didn't come up with a more efficient and upright way.

One night, Schiller was in the hospital room and said to a woman without feet: "It's not bad, the medicine is already working, and soon the euphoria will go away......"

The woman was lying on the bed, very calm, or a little numb, as if she couldn't hear Schiller, but Schiller still said to herself: "There have been a lot of cases recently, but it doesn't matter, the psychological treatment is almost over......"

His voice is fitting for a night like this, always with a calming power.

Schiller turned around and found Batman standing behind him, and Batman said in a deep voice, "Why did she get here?" ”

"You cured this beggar of her physical problems and helped her with an amputation, but she has some congenital mental problems and was sent in before......"

Schiller glanced at Batman, the corners of his mouth always downward, and he always seemed cold and sharp compared to the daytime, making it difficult to approach.

"You seem surprised, what? You don't think I'm just going to be in the same league as the gangsters, do you? What makes you have this delusion? ”

Batman remained silent, and Schiller ignored him, turned around, turned the woman's head down, and pulled the sheet up.

Schiller didn't look at Batman, but asked to himself, "Do you feel disappointed?" ”

"For this unappreciative city, for those who are not worth saving and who don't let you save anyone?"

"Do you think the Batlight decision was the right one?" Batman's deep voice echoed through the hospital room.

Schiller paused and said:

"Don't be disappointed. The black sun is also the sun, and bats do not light lights, but in the dark night, the lights lit by bats are also lights. ”

The cold light shone on the white sheets of the hospital, and Schiller leaned over and pulled the sheets at the corners of the bed.

Outside the window, the lights were still dim at night in Gotham, Schiller straightened up, turned his head to look out the window, Batman saw that Schiller was against the light, and the moonlight cast a long shadow behind him.

Batman looked up, and he saw his shadow on most of the walls and ceiling, a pitch-black bat with pointed ears.

Bats don't light lamps, he doesn't even have a lamp that can illuminate himself, there has never been a lamp in this world that has lit for him, and there hasn't been a little firefly for many years.

But now, the bat decided to learn to light the lamp, for the dark night here, for this hopeless city.

Batman also looked out the window, at the starry, barely visible lights in the darkness, and he thought that if the sun would not rise again in this city full of absurdity, then at least, on the eve of the end of the day, in this dimly lit cold night, there would still be the lamp he lit.

A lamp that is useless and useless.

A lamp lit by a bat.