As Gotham enters the summer, the few greenery begins to flourish, and the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital is still a peaceful scene.

"Jack, I warn you! If you dare to sneak into my office in the middle of the night and paint the walls in a mess, I'll cancel your week's air breaks, do you hear?! ”

Jack squatted in the corner, plucked out his ears, pretending to be deaf, Schiller crossed his hands on his waist, and said to Jack: "I know Batman, he started school, and now he is busy with his homework, so he doesn't run out to fight criminals much, so you are also idle, but this is not a reason for you to do these annoying pranks in the hospital every day!" ”

Jack complained under his breath, "A bat doing homework? What the hell are you guys doing? Do I still praise him for being a good baby who goes back to sleep in the cave on time? ”

Schiller crouched down and looked at Jack and said, "Okay, Mr. Jack, I admit that you are a genius, you were born to know everything, but that doesn't mean that everyone is like this, Batman needs to take classes, do homework and take exams, and get a college diploma, and he also has to manage the company and participate in the construction of Gotham City......"

"Boring! Bored! Bored! Jack shouted, "You're going to kill him!" You're going to kill Batman, I'm going to save him! ”

Schiller tried to reason with him, but Jack desperately covered his ears, kept shaking his head, and sang nonsense songs in his mouth, in general, with an attitude of "not listening to and not listening to Wang Ba's recitation".

The two of them are more like two thousand-year-old foxes, no one should talk to anyone, Schiller knew that he could not cure the clown, but he still dutifully played a doctor, the clown knew that Schiller was not a doctor at all, he was obviously a patient, so he had no intention of convincing Schiller at all.

In essence, the two of them are also looking in the mirror, there is no need for anyone to convince anyone, and the two are deadlocked, more like a pastime game in a boring time.

But it all ended one night, when Brand called Schiller, who was sleeping well at home, with a phone call.

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"Come here, that madman with a smile on his face has committed a kidnapping, and he said he wants to get Officer Schiller to come and negotiate with him......"

Schiller lay on the soft and warm bed in his manor, took a deep breath, and said to the end of the earpiece: "No need, there is no help, tear up the ticket." ”

After saying that, he hung up the telephone receiver viciously, then withdrew his arm into the warm quilt and continued to sleep.

Within two minutes, the phone rang again, and Schiller turned over, picked up the receiver again and put it to his ear, and before he could say anything, he said, "Listen, Brand, if any of the following words are said to you in the future, I want you to turn around and leave, and not give them a look." ”

"For example, 'I'm going to play a game with you,' 'Are you going to guess a riddle?' 'Do you want to be alive?' and so on...... As long as you hear this kind of question, don't ask anything, don't say anything, give him a punch, then turn around and go......"

Schiller was already sleepy and talking nonsense, and Brand said helplessly on the other end: "You listen to me first, do you know who he kidnapped?" ”

"It's definitely not you anyway, otherwise you'd already be yelling......"

"He kidnapped the most expensive and state-of-the-art brainwave device that was sent last week! It's the one worth nearly $200,000! Now the hammer in his hand is less than 10 centimeters away from the instrument......"

"Shit, I'll be there soon!"

Two minutes later, a sleepy-eyed Schiller stood at the door of the instrument room, lowered his head and closed his eyes, then took a deep breath.

Jack was sitting in the room, putting the brainwave detection helmet on his head, because he couldn't use it, and a patch on it was always hanging in his hair, and he was grinning at his hair.

Seeing Schiller coming, he picked up the hammer next to him and shouted: "Police, listen! I have a hostage in my hands......"

Schiller took out a case book out of nowhere and began to write and draw on it, and as he wrote, he said, "You're done with Jack......"

Jack sat at the table and shook his head and muttered something, saying, "There is nothing more boring than playing the world's most boring game with the most boring people in the world......

With a "hiss", Schiller tore off a piece of paper from the medical record book and said to Brand: "He is cured, and he will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning!" ”

Brand glanced at the piece of paper, and he gasped.

Early the next morning, Jack haughtily ran to Copote's and Evans' room to say goodbye to them, he laughed at the idea of Copote's iceberg restaurant, sang an operetta in Evans' ear for two hours, and just as the two of them were about to beat him up, he triumphantly took out the medical certificate that could be discharged.

Then, under the eyes of the two people who wanted to kill, they swaggered out along the gate of Arkham Hospital, waving and whistling at the two people in the window in the sun.

As a result, before he could get out of the street in front of his door, more than a dozen luxury cars surrounded him, and a group of gangster bosses in suits greeted Jack warmly.

Jack looked left and right and found that the situation was not good, and wanted to hug his head on the spot, but he was still picked up and dragged into the car.

In front of the window of the office of the attending physician of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Brand looked at this scene and said, "You actually gave him a list of free medical expenses, and now the gang boss of Gotham will probably go to him 24 hours a day to inquire about the door." ”

Brand looked Schiller up and down and said, "Everyone knows that the attending physician at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital is a vampire who has plucked his feathers, but you deliberately open up to him, they must think that he is your relative or something, and he will be treated like a guest by those gang bosses......"

Three days later, Gordon knocked on the door of Schiller's office, and when he pushed the door in, he found Schiller writing on his desk, and Gordon walked over, knocked on his desk and said, "Professor, can you get that madman out of the way?" ”

"He hijacked the TV station five times in three days, and he ......"

As soon as Schiller finished speaking, the news anchor on the TV let out another scream and ran away in a hurry, and the face of the clown appeared on the TV, he looked even crazier and haggard, and he said, "Come and help me!" Save me, poor psycho! ”

"The kind psychiatrist, are you there? Look at me, I'm a madman, I should be hospitalized......"

Then he rummaged through his clothes again, pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and displayed it in front of the camera, and said, "See? This is my health insurance bill and I pay so much money every year! ”

"But now, but now...... Woo, I have a serious mental illness, but the only psychiatric hospital in our city is unwilling to admit me, woowoo......" He began to fake crying in front of the camera again.

Suddenly he became manic, and he said, "Schiller Rodriguez! You most obnoxious guy in the whole world! You let those gangsters haunt me like flies! You know that I think those people are the most boring people in the world......"

"There is no hope for such a life!" The clown stretched out his arms and said, "The world has turned black...... Despair! Despair! It's all despair! ”

He hugged the lens of the TV and said, "Can you imagine? They come to me every day and ask me where I can make money! It's torture! ”

The clown gritted his teeth and said viciously: "They are torturing and abusing me with their mediocre and boring brains and their cookie-cutter thinking!" ”

"It's no joke that I burned their money and the safe, and they laughed and applauded me!"

"They ......" the clown's voice suddenly revealed a deep powerlessness, "they are ordinary and make me scared......"

His voice began to carry a cry: "Luxury cars, fine wine, women, and money!" And that damn money! I'm surrounded by a bunch of crazy people! ”

"I ran out, but they always find me......" the Joker cried really sadly, "all of them are talking about these things, they say that Gotham has gotten better and will make them more money......"

He began to cry more and more sadly, "Everyone is talking about these things, I can't believe that the world must be crazy......"

"Come and get me away! Get me back to the mental hospital! I'd rather quarrel with that stupid penguin or a tasteless crappy opera singer than hear about these disgusting topics again!! ”

The clown starts retching at the camera, he seems to be really disgusted, but before he can finish vomiting, a gangster bodyguard-like person rushes up and hands him a glass of water.

The clown gave a "you all saw it" expression, then suddenly jumped up, pointed to the glass of water and shouted frantically, "See it!" That's how they tortured me! Every day...... Whining...... Prepare me food, wine, and money, and bury me with these things......

He gritted his teeth and shouted into the TV: "Schiller Rodriguez! You damn unscrupulous quack! Can't you see a mentally ill person standing right in front of you?! ”

"Just let me go! It's good to go anywhere here! Get me into a mental hospital, do you hear me?!! ”

Schiller didn't raise his head, Gordon had a look like a fly, and he said, "I said before that even if everyone in Gotham is a little crazy, he is so crazy that anyone wants to go to a psychiatric hospital......"

As soon as he said this, he slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, I forgot, now all the gotham gang bosses want to come in here." ”

"Well, Professor Schiller, listen, I don't care too much about you turning this place into a private prison for gangsters, especially if it's good for law and order, but that doesn't mean you want to let such a madman run around the city."

He said bitterly to Schiller: "This is a psychiatric hospital after all, and one or two real psychoses should be treated, right?" ”

Schiller was still writing with his head down, and after a while he looked up, shook his neck, and said, "Well, I can reluctantly leave him a bed." ”

"However, I don't recognize insurance companies here." After saying that, Schiller got up from his seat, took out the list he had just written, handed it to Gordon, and said, "This is the repair fee for everything he broke before, as long as he signs this, I will admit him to the hospital." ”

Gordon took the slip and glanced at the final price, he gasped, but still said, "This ...... I'll pass it on to him, but I don't think a man who is a truck driver by profession would dare to sign such a large bill. ”

"You tell him that if he doesn't sign it, I'll send this bill to Batman and tell him that his friend Jack the Clown owes me a lot of money and refuses to pay it, and that he's a rotten guy who pays his bills, and that's rotten."

Gordon sighed and said, "Although I don't know what you guys mean by playing this role-playing game, it doesn't matter, is there less such thing as Gotham?" ”

"Don't say that in front of that madman, if you let him know that you think his game is normal in Gotham, he'll have a big surprise for you."