The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In the ward of the Arkham Asylum, Brand held the record sheet and looked at Schiller lying on the bed. He shook his head slightly and sighed. At this moment, a nurse rushed in.

Dr. Bland! A lunatic burst through the door. He said... He said his name was Jack! He said he needed treatment!

Brand frowned and said, Jack? Does he have green hair and clown makeup?

That's right, and he was soaked all over. When he came in, he was shaking all the time. I heard from the old nurse that he is a very difficult patient. Do you want to go see it yourself?

Brand turned his head and glanced at Schiller on the hospital bed, but then put down the record sheet and pen in his hand, and said to the nurse, Lead the way.

But in fact, there was no need for a nurse to lead the way. As soon as Brand walked out of the room, at the end of the corridor, he saw Jack the Clown staggering towards him.

Doctor! Doctor! Come here! Help me! I have a very serious auditory hallucination, I need some medicine! I must have some medicine!!

Brand held out a hand, stopped the clown Jack from rushing towards him, and said, Listen, Jack, your doctor is Schiller, and he is still unconscious, although I can take you diagnosis and treatment, but I suggest you wait for a while...

But Jack froze there. He looked at Brand and said, Schiller is really in a coma?

Brand was a little puzzled and said, What do you mean, he's really comatose? You knew he was comatose before you came here, it shouldn't be, there are very few people who know about it, and they shouldn't talk nonsense... ...

But Jack squatted directly on the ground, covered his face with his hands, and said in a very broken way: You know what? Before I came here, a lunatic told me a story, a crazy story! He must be crazy Only then can such a story be fabricated!

Facing a patient who was in a state of madness, Brand was very patient. He said, Well, you come to the consulting room with me first...

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked to the consulting room. Jack obediently followed behind him. Brand said as he walked, But I have to remind you that I am different from Schiller. I am just a psychiatrist with the right to prescribe medicines. But I don’t have a license in psychiatry, so all I can do is listen to your story and prescribe you some medicine.”

The two came to the consulting room, sat down face to face, the clown sniffed vigorously, and said, Just now... Just now! After Batman stopped my card, let me give him a ride...

He didn't have the money to pay the fare, and he owed me $100, so he asked me if he could use a story to cover his fare, and I said yes, we're friends, aren't we?

Brand nodded and motioned for Jack to continue talking. Jack wiped his eyes and said with a sob: But this despicable guy, he fooled me with a completely fictional crazy story, and it also caused me to have auditory hallucinations. And hallucinations, doctor! You must help me!

Oh, what crazy story did he tell? Brand asked with some interest.

He actually said...he actually said... Jack gritted his teeth and said, He actually said that he left Gotham, regardless of the chaos here, because Schiller jumped into hell, so he jumped into hell too , He was trapped in hell and couldn’t come back!”

Uh... Brand pondered for a while, as if he had sensed Jack's abnormality, he said, If this is indeed a crazy story for an ordinary patient, then since it's you... um , what I want to tell you is that hell actually exists, and I have been there.”

With a bang, Jack slammed the table hard and said, That's not the point! Don't care about hell, a tall building or a trash can, how could Batman jump for someone else?! What's more, it's for Schiller??! !

Don't think I don't know, Batman is most suspicious and wary of Schiller! He knows Schiller is a criminal!

Jack took a deep breath, then sped up his speech, and said tremblingly: Doctor, doctor, you may not know, that is... among all our criminals, we are...we will communicate... ...

We kept in touch, through newspapers and letters, we all knew about each other, and there was no one who didn't know Schiller Rodriguez!

In the beginning...in the beginning...it was him who founded a club for serial killers! Yes, it was him, even though I didn't join his stupid and boring club at all, because... clowns should have their own club!

My club should be in a splendid hall... The clown stretched out his hand and kept waving his arms, saying, It must be filled with balloons and salutes. There will be ribbons all over his face! Hahahahahaha!

Brand coughed lightly, Jack was stunned for a while, and then said: I digressed, I mean...

Schiller!! He is a criminal leader!!!! Jack suddenly jumped up and shouted.

The whole world knows this! There's no way Batman doesn't know! How could he jump to hell for his most hated criminal?! Is he crazy?!

Jack stood still and blinked, took a deep breath, then looked at Brand and said, Oh, sorry, doctor, I made a mistake just now, it's not me who needs treatment, but Batman, you go quickly Save him!!

Uh, if you're talking about this story, then I can only tell you that it's not a story. Brand did not seem to be very proficient in psychotherapy, he scratched his head, and then said: Although it may be a bit abrupt, but I'm actually a magician.

After finishing speaking, he conjured a cluster of flames in his palm, then looked up at Jack and said, I know another mage, her name is Zatanna, and she passed out because of exhaustion from using too much magic. , I just went to visit her and she told me all this.

It's also one of us, another bastard magician Constantine, who made a deal with the green of all things that controls plants. On the way you came, you should have seen those huge broccoli flowers? That's his masterpiece .”

Schiller was allergic to broccoli, so he was very angry with Constantine's behavior, and in order to get revenge on Constantine, he killed himself, went to hell, and wanted to pay off all his debts for Constantine.

To pay off the debt, you must jump into hell, so Zatanna watched Schiller jump into hell, and Batman jumped down with him...

To be honest, when she said this, I couldn't believe it. I didn't even know that they had such a strong teacher-student relationship!

The clown was completely stunned. If the version that Batman told him before sounded like it was made up to break through his psychological defense, then what Brand said was logical and logical. There are still many details of the story, it is indeed difficult to say that it is made up.

I'm sorry doctor, I just made a mistake again. It seems that I am the one who is sick. I can no longer distinguish between reality and imagination. You should hurry up and prescribe me medicine! Jack said, staring at Brand firmly.

I want to live here! From now on, Arkham Asylum is my home! No one wants me to leave here!

After speaking, Jack turned around and left, rushed into the corridor, shouting: Nurse! Nurse! Get me an empty ward!!!

What? Which mob am I? I... um... I... Actually, you know about the Teamsters union? Ah, yes, yes, I belong to the Teamsters union, get me a room ,Thanks!

Brand, who was sitting in the office, shook his head and said, I hope he won't really stay here for too long. I've already promised Alberto to leave two more rooms for his subordinates...

After telling the story, Batman was kicked off the truck by the clown. He landed in a handsome posture, but when he couldn't hit the car, he was very embarrassed.

Fortunately, it was not far from his destination, the Rodriguez Manor. Soon, Batman came to the manor, and Merkel was still struggling to eradicate the broccoli in the garden.

Seeing Batman coming, he greeted him enthusiastically, and then asked, How is Mr. Schiller? I'm going to see him later, but I have to deal with the troubles in the manor first, otherwise...

Merkel shook his head, and Batman glanced into the garden, and found that most of the broccoli had been shoveled away, only the largest one hadn't been shipped out.

I'm here to get something. Batman looked into Merkel's eyes and said, You should know that Schiller has a special wine that can make people enter dreams. I need to get this wine and then enter the banquet. Le's mind-temple, go call him out.

Merkel looked at Batman with some puzzlement, and before he could ask, Batman said: Schiller's current coma is probably because the personality that once controlled his body was unwilling to go up, and the other Personality can't float up, no one can control it, and the body can only be in a coma.

I have to talk to that personality and let him come back to control his body, otherwise, Schiller can only remain in a coma like this.

Merkel hesitated for a moment. He said: The most important rule of housekeeping is that no one else is allowed to touch the owner's personal belongings. However, if it is what you said, it is not impossible to make an exception.

Well, the broccoli here is a bit troublesome. For Mr. Schiller's future mental health, I have to ship them out as soon as possible. I don't think I can take care of anything else in the next three hours. You'd better go!

After speaking, Merkel picked up the gardening shovel and began to eradicate the largest broccoli tree. Batman turned around and went upstairs to open the door skillfully, and began to rummage through Schiller's study.

The bottle of wine is actually not difficult to find, it is placed on the shelf in the study, but Schiller used this method before to trick Constantine who wanted to steal the wine. This bottle of wine cannot be touched directly by hand. Otherwise, you will fall into a dream immediately.

Although Batman's purpose is to enter Schiller's dream, he doesn't want to enter here, because if he really wakes Schiller up, Schiller's speed will be able to rush back in an instant, and then he will just come out of the dream. Batman plugs in here.

Batman has already predicted that the next conversation will not go well. If he is stuck here, it is very likely that he will add a lot of color to Schiller's resume.

To take the bottle of wine safely, you must solve 48 puzzles in the room. When Batman was busy solving puzzles, Lex and Clark, who were watching the monitoring equipment in the Batcave, found that exception.

Clark pointed to one of the screens and said, Where is this? My God, who is that? Professor Schiller has been kidnapped!

Lex, who was debugging the equipment, immediately turned his head. He looked at the screen that Clark was pointing at, and then his eyes widened, because he found that in the screen, a comatose Schiller was tied up with a rope and was hanging in mid-air .

And under his feet was the damaged ground and the pool water that was emitting light. Rex looked closely. Behind Schiller was a huge cross and a crucified Jesus statue, and he was hanging on the rope, crossing the cathedral. The other end of the beam was tied around Jesus' neck.

Gotham Cathedral! Lex said in a deep voice, Call Batman and tell him to come over immediately. Professor Schiller has been kidnapped!

What are you still telling him? I'll fly over right now! Clark was about to leave immediately, but Lex stopped him, and he said, Can you use your brain? Do you know who the other party is? Know Professor Schiller Does the water under your feet have any effect? ​​What if it is a source of radiation? If you are polluted, the entire Gotham City will be destroyed!

Clark was stunned for a moment. He felt that what Lex said made sense. The two of them still don't know the truth about the madness of the citizens of Gotham. Therefore, in their opinion, it is very likely that such a thing happened at this time. The killer showed up.

They have almost no understanding of this kind of toxin that can make people crazy, and no one can say whether Clark will be contaminated after he gets close to it. If he goes crazy, no one can stop him.

Clark stomped his feet anxiously, and immediately called Batman, but unexpectedly, Batman did not appear in the surveillance screen, but instead came to the Batcave. Clark looked at his figure and said anxiously: You come here! What are you doing? Hurry up and save the professor!

I'm here to save the professor. Batman said with a cold face, and as he walked into the Batcave, lights lit up one after another, all the equipment started to run, and the buzzing of machinery became noisy, and the Batcave instantly was lit.

Batman stood in front of the largest control panel, picked up the beeping communicator, and the Joker's voice came from the opposite side.

Batman, do you really think you can shake me? Of course you can't! All this is just my plan, hahahahahaha!

Standing under the statue of Jesus, the clown held the phone, looked up at Schiller who was suspended in mid-air by him, and said, I pretended to be broken, and came to Arkham Asylum, and tricked the difficult attending doctor. Sir, bring your good professor here!

Do you think he is invincible? Do you think he can turn into gray mist, so no one can hurt him? Unfortunately, if he falls into the pool, no one can save him. This crazy virus can infect Everything, including the gray mist!

Batman, this time, you can't save him!

As soon as the clown said this, he heard Batman's cold and emotionless voice coming from the other end of the phone:

The missile silo is warming up, aiming at the target, Gotham Cathedral, ready to launch!