Thriller Paradise

"Akham?" The eyesight was overwhelming. He could directly see a paper announcement on the opposite wall through the iron fence of the cell; although there were only a few words on the bulletin to the guard. The rules of "forbidden smoking" are enough for him to obtain the message "This place is the Arkham Asylum."

“Well... although the facilities in this place will be different in different ages and different story backgrounds, the cell I am staying with is obviously not the type used for 'long-term detention'...” After confirming the location, I feel I began to look at some of the details around me. "The walls of this cell are old, but very neat, there are no traces left by the wall, no nicks, and the like. The toilet is the same, looks old. But the urine stains inside are not very obvious, indicating that the frequency of use is not high... plus this thin bed and the status quo that I am not wearing a sick suit..." He quickly came to a conclusion, "... ... obviously, I should have just been caught in and waiting to be disposed of in a 'temporary cell'..."

When, when, when...

Just as he thought about it, a rhythmical, metal-sounding voice came from the corridor from far and near.

After a little thought, I realized that it was the guard's movement to use the baton with him to touch the iron fence of the cell.

This is a habit. There is no special meaning. It is like when we were young, we like to walk on the edge of the road like a balance beam, or touch the ornament at the top of each railing when passing a row of railings...

When you grow up, if you work in a monotonous, oppressive, and uncomplicated environment, you may develop similar habits; in some ways, this is also a form of self-relaxation of the brain.

Sure enough, not long after, a guard appeared in the door of the prison cell. When the guard station was scheduled, the knocking sound naturally stopped.

"Get up." The guard did not follow the sorrow, and the door was an order through the fence.

Since he had not received the main task, he did not want to act rashly, so after he heard the words, he stood silently from the bed.

"Come here." The guard's next order came soon.

Unconsciously, as he said, he took a few steps forward and walked in front of the iron fence.

"Stretching your hand." The guards spoke to their waists and took off a pair of handcuffs.

This time, I feel hesitated.

"Two hands came out from the same gap..." After the guard took off the handcuffs, he noticed that he did not move and reminded him.

When I heard this sentence, I couldn’t understand it. The other party should want to take him out of the cell and send it to somewhere, instead of playing some dirty play across the door.

In this way, after wearing a handcuff through the fence, the guard opened the door with the key, and then grabbed the arm of the brother and brought it out.

There was nothing to say, and he didn’t feel very comfortable. He didn’t ask the other person to take him where he was, and he did not take any resistance. He was more willing to observe the environment of this madhouse quietly on this road than he did. And the policing situation is prepared.

Unfortunately, there aren't any information in the corridors that he passes through. Apart from the camera probes installed in the corners of the ceiling, you can only see a closed door on both sides of the corridor; only the house numbers on those doors. There are no other signs, and it seems that these rooms are not like the cells that hold the patients.

After walking for a while, after a few turns, the seal was brought into a room similar to the interrogation room.

In this rectangular, small room of more than ten square meters, there is a table and two stools. Of course, all three things are welded to the ground; a large mirror is embedded in one wall of the room. The fool knows that it is a one-way glass; there is a probe in the corner of the ceiling, which is obviously open.

For Jue, entering and leaving this room is like going home... Whether it is real life or in the game world, he has had more than one arrest record, and being taken to this room is a commonplace. .

"Sit down." The guard took him into the house and said to the seat on the side facing the glass.

After sitting still, the guards skillfully took out an ankle and locked the right leg of the brother on a chair leg, and then he went out without saying a word.

About two minutes later, the door of the room opened again, and a young woman dressed in a white coat walked in.

She wore a pair of slightly old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, a long brown hair in the middle of the head, a white shirt and a suit shirt, and a pair of high-heeled shoes on the feet; Her dress and temperament are relatively conservative, but her face and body are still very eye-catching. The man who first saw her usually looks at her more, until she sees the diamond ring on her left ring finger. Slightly converged.

"Hello, Mr. Anonymous." After entering the house, she came to the seat opposite the cover without hesitation, and opened the folder in her hand and said, "I am Dr. Quin (dr.quinn There are a few questions that I would like to ask you to answer. If you are willing to cooperate, you can change your current situation."

"You lied." Less than a second, I couldn't help but think back to these three words without thinking.

“Why do you say that?” Dr. Kui did not respond specifically to the response of the sensation, but asked calmly.

"What you call 'a few questions', it is a preliminary mental assessment of me to make me 'classify'." I was taken to the 'where you think I should be taken', and then an indefinite 'detention and treatment' began, and until the next regular assessment, my situation will not change."

I have to say that I feel quite familiar with the various processes of the mental hospital... After all, he has a rich experience.

“Wow~” Dr. Kui Yin heard this and his face changed slightly. “I was surprised. From the current conversation, your thinking is clear, the wording is very accurate, and there is no violent tendency in the conversation. ""

"Is this strange?" asked the temptation to ask.

"Oh..." Dr. Kui Yin chuckled and took a few photos from the folder and threw it on the table. "If you can explain... You took a fire axe into the police station last night to see people. It’s not surprising that you cut and try to fight against the esoteric intentions of the entire law enforcement department.

At the same time she said this, she felt that her eyes had moved to those photos.

The images presented in these photos are of poor quality and appear to be captured from video surveillance; but even if the photos are not clear, it can be seen that this is a man in a purple long suit holding an axe to hack people.

"Five fifteen policemen and three civilians were injured. Two police officers died on the spot. Four other wounded people are still lying on the operating table." Dr. Quinn waited for a few seconds, then went on and went closer. Pay attention to the changes in the expression on the face of the brother.

"Well..." Why don't you know who else? Come with him, just straighten the door.

Only for a moment, Shen Ge put up a puzzled face and asked: "The person who took the axe in the photo... is it me?"

Dr. Kui Yin did not answer this question because it seemed to her to be meaningless nonsense.

If the person who asks this question really does not remember that he has done this, it means that he has a problem with his spirit and he can't remember what he has to answer. If the person asking the question knows what to ask, then it is even less. Answered.

Dr. Kui Yin exhaled a breath from his nose, squinted and answered. "Let's start from scratch... Do you remember what you called?"

"Jack." Feng did not return.

"Jack...what?" Dr. Quinn tried to ask his last name.

"I don't remember." A mentally ill person can use this answer to answer any question at any time. This should be regarded as the privilege of a mental patient.

"Well... Jack." Dr. Quinn said again, "How old are you? Where are you from?"

These "conventional problems" are optional. Only by establishing a baseline of cognitive and thinking levels for these patients can they further analyze their condition.

"I don't think it's fair, doctor." I can't stop answering.

“What is not fair?” Dr. Kui Yin answered.

"Only I am unilaterally complaining about my privacy, which is unfair." Feng did not know.

“Privacy?” Dr. Kui Yin looked down and saw the word “jak” written on a form ten seconds ago. He snorted. “Aside from a name to be verified, what privacy did you tell me?”

"If you want me to tell you more, you should exchange them with the equivalent." Feng Shou looked directly at the other person's eyes, as if laughing and laughing.

“For example, ‘medical and patient confidentiality agreement’?” Dr. Kui Yin answered.

"Ha!" I laughed at the time. "The one-way glass behind you, the voice recorder in the big pocket, and the probe at the corner of the ceiling tell me... The doctor-patient confidentiality agreement should have another place in Arkham. One is called bullshit."

"What do you want?" Dr. Quinn said, "A proof of mental health?"

"No, I don't want that." Feng did not know. "If you prove that my spirit is completely normal, then the place I want to go is not a madhouse but a police station... Considering that there were more than a dozen police officers last night. Into the hospital and funeral home, I think it is not wise to deal with the police now."

Speaking of this, he paused and said: "Doctor Kui Yin, I have a proposal..." He rubbed his head, and his mouth twitched slightly. "Every time I answer a question, you answer me a question." So... I think it’s fairer.”

"So... can you tell me by the way... What reason do I have to promise you this?" Dr. Quinn replied.

"You can't agree." Feng did not know, "In that case, our conversation will stop here; I will go back to my cell to continue thinking about life, and you will go back to your office and write in the report. 'The patient refused to communicate' and then handed the report, which seemed to be perfunctory, to the police to see if they would be satisfied."

When the words came out, Dr. Kui Yin hesitated, and his expression clearly showed this.

After all, she is only a doctor, not an actor. Even a psychologist can hardly hide her emotions completely.

"The choice is the same, doctor." Feng did not know, "I am a fair person... If you feel that the question I asked offended you, or did not want to answer, you can refuse to respond; relative, I am not I will definitely answer all the questions you have raised."

Jue is advancing in an orderly manner, stepping closer to each other's psychological defense.

"Good." Dr. Kuiy thought for a few more seconds and answered. "However, I still have to start asking questions first."

"Please, please." Feng did not feel raised his hands and hands together, made a "please" gesture.

"How old are you? How come from?" Dr. Quinn asked what the other party had not answered before.

"Twenty-five years old, from the metropolis." The answer was very quick. He could have answered "I don't know where I came from," but it is easy to respond with such an answer at the beginning. The attitude of the other party is also negatively answered, which in turn leads to the inability to obtain further information.

"You don't remember your last name, but remember where you came from?" Dr. Kui was keenly aware of what she was, and she immediately questioned the credibility of the other's answer.

"This is another problem, doctor." The seal will not be led by the other side, he immediately said, "You have to answer a question before I can ask questions."

Dr. Kui Yin showed helplessness, and for a second, he answered: "You ask."

"What is your husband's name, what kind of occupation is he doing?" Feng Feng almost blurted out, it seems that he has already thought about what to ask.

In the face of this rather abrupt problem, Dr. Kui Yin gave a slight glimpse. After a short hesitation, her gaze instinctively hangs down, stays on the wedding ring of her hand for a second, then looks at her, trying to understand some kind of intention from the other's eyes.

And the details like this can't escape the unseen eyes...

If Dr. Kui Yin is an expert in analyzing mental illness, it is a master who sees through the heart. Whether it is a slight change in the corners of the eyebrows, or a slight movement of the limbs, or even the action of swallowing water, etc., is the portrayal of Dr. Kui’s inner activities... Through these, the process of thinking and thinking of the other side can be roughly deduced.

"Don't think too much, doctor." After seeing the other side's thoughts, he added, "I will not do anything to your family, I am just curious, which lucky man is 娶It’s time for you to be beautiful and smart.”

"Wayne... my husband is called Bruce Wayne." After a moment of silence, Dr. Quinn gave an answer that made the seal feel a little unexpected. "He is an entrepreneur."