Thriller Paradise

"Arkham, is it ..." Feng bujue's vision was outstanding. Through the iron bars of the cell, he could see a paper notice on the opposite wall. Although the notice only had a few lines for the guards to see and "smoking is prohibited", it was enough for him to get the message that "this is Arkham Asylum".

Hmm ... Even though the facilities in this place are different for different years and different backstory, the cell I'm in right now is clearly not the type for 'long-term imprisonment'... After confirming the location, brother Jue started to look at the details around him. Even though the walls of this cell are old, they are very clean. There are no signs of filth on the walls, and there are no carvings or anything like that. "It's the same with the toilet. It looks old, but the feces and urine stains inside are not obvious, which means that it has not been used often ... Coupled with this thin bed and the fact that I'm not wearing a patient's uniform ..." He quickly came to a conclusion,"... It's obvious that I was just captured and am waiting to be disposed of in a 'temporary cell'..."

Clang, clang, clang ...

Just as he was thinking, a rhythmic sound of metal hitting metal came from the corridor.

After some thought, Feng bujue realized that this was the sound of the guard using the police baton that he carried with him to knock on the iron bars of the cell.

It was a habit without any special meaning. It was just like how we liked to walk on the edge of the road as if we were walking on a balance beam when we were young, or when we passed a row of railings, we used our hands to touch the decoration on the top of each railing ...

When one grew up, if they worked in a monotonous, depressing, and uncomplicated environment, they might develop similar habits. From a certain perspective, this was also a form of self-relaxation for the brain.

As expected, not long after, a guard appeared at the door of Feng bujue's cell. When the guard stopped, the knocking naturally stopped.

"Get up," he said. The guard did not waste any more time with brother Jue. Through the fence, he gave an order.

Since he had not received the main quest, Feng bujue did not want to act rashly. Therefore, after he heard that, he silently stood up from his bed.

"Come here." The Guard's next order came very quickly.

Feng bujue did as he was told and took a few steps forward to the iron fence.

"Stretch out your hand." As the guard spoke, he reached for his waist and removed a pair of handcuffs.

This time, brother Jue hesitated.

"Both hands came out from the same gap ..." After the guard removed the handcuffs, he saw that brother Jue did not move, so he reminded him.

Hearing that, Feng bujue understood. The man was probably trying to take him out of the cell and send him somewhere else, and not to play some dirty PLAY through the cell door.

Just like that, after brother Jue was handcuffed over the fence, the guard opened the cell door with the key and grabbed brother Jue by the arm to drag him out.

They did not speak along the way. Feng bujue knew his place. He did not ask where the man was taking him, and he did not try to resist. Rather than acting rashly, he was more willing to quietly observe the environment and security of the asylum along the way. It was better to be prepared.

Unfortunately, there was nothing worth collecting in the corridors he passed. Other than the camera probes installed in the corners of the ceiling, he could only see the closed doors on both sides of the corridor. There were only room numbers on the doors. Additionally, these rooms didn't look like the cells for patients.

After walking for a while and making a few turns, Feng bujue was led into a room that looked like an interrogation room.

In the rectangular room, there was a table and two chairs. Of course, these three things were welded to the ground. There was a large mirror on one of the walls of the room, and even a fool knew that it was a one-way glass. There was also a surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling, which was obviously turned on.

For brother Jue, going in and out of this room was like going home. Whether it was in real life or in the game world, he had been arrested more than once, so being brought to this room for questioning was a common occurrence.

"Sit down," he said. After the guard brought him into the room, he pointed to the seat facing the glass and said,"

After Feng bujue sat down, the guard pulled out a pair of leg cuffs and locked brother Jue's right leg to one of the chair's legs. Then, he left without a word.

After about two minutes, the door opened again, and a young woman in a white coat walked in.

She wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses that made her look slightly older. Her long brown hair was tucked neatly behind her head. Under her white coat was a decent shirt and suit skirt. She also wore a pair of Low-Heels. Even though her clothes and temperament were relatively conservative, her face and figure were still very eye-catching. Men who met her for the first time would usually take a few more glances at her until they saw the luxurious diamond ring on her left ring finger.

"Hello, Mr. Nameless." After she entered the room, she sat down on the seat opposite Feng bujue. As she flipped through the file in her hand, she said,"I am Dr. Quinn. I have a few questions that I would like you to answer. If you are willing to cooperate, we can change your current situation."

"You're lying. " In less than a second, Feng bujue replied with those two words without thinking.

"Why do you say that?" Doctor Quinn did not have any special reaction to brother Jue's response. He only asked calmly,"

"Your so-called 'ask a few questions', to put it bluntly, is a preliminary mental assessment of me in order to' classify 'me." Feng bujue replied,"after you complete this task, I will be taken to' where you think I should be ', and then the' treatment and imprisonment 'will begin indefinitely until the next regular assessment. My situation will not change."

It had to be said that brother Jue was quite familiar with the various procedures in a mental hospital ... After all, he had plenty of personal experience.

"Wow ..." Hearing this, doctor Quinn's expression changed slightly."I'm surprised. From the current conversation, your thoughts are clear, your wording is accurate, and you don't show any violent tendencies in your speech."

"Is this strange?" Feng bujue asked.

"Ha ..." Dr. Quinn chuckled, took out a few photos from the file, and threw them on the table."If you can explain ... Last night, you rushed into the police station with a fire axe and hacked at everyone you saw. You even tried to fight against the entire law enforcement department by yourself ... This is not surprising."

As she said that, brother Jue's eyes moved to the pictures.

The quality of the pictures was very poor, and they looked like they were taken from video surveillance. However, even though the photo wasn't very clear, it could still be seen that it was a man in a purple suit chopping people with an axe.

"Fifteen police officers and three civilians are injured. Two police officers died on the spot, and four of the injured are still lying on the operating table." Doctor Quinn waited for a few seconds before continuing, paying close attention to the changes in brother Jue's expression.

"Hmm ..." Who was Feng bujue? Using this against him was like showing off one's skills in front of an expert.

After a moment's silence, brother Jue put on a confused face and asked,""The person holding the axe in the photo ... Is me?"

Dr. Quinn didn't answer the question, because to her, it was meaningless.

If the person who asked the question really didn't remember what he had done, it meant that he had a mental problem and couldn't remember anything even if he answered. And if the person who asked the question asked the obvious, then there was no need to answer.

Doctor Quinn exhaled through his nose and continued with a straight face,"let's start from the beginning ... Do you still remember your name?"

"Jack." Feng bujue replied.

"Jack ... What?" Doctor Quinn tried to ask for his surname.

"I don't remember." A person with mental problems could use this answer to answer any question at any time. This should be the privilege of a mental patient.

"alright...jack." doctor quinn asked again,"how old are you this year? where did you come from?"

these "routine questions" had to be asked. only by using these questions to build a baseline for the patient's cognitive and thinking level could they further analyze their symptoms.

"i don't think it's fair, doctor." but feng bujue did not answer.

"what's unfair?" doctor quinn said.

"I'm the only one who's revealing my private life. This isn't fair." Feng bujue said.

"Privacy?" Doctor Quinn lowered his head and looked at the form that he had filled in ten seconds ago. It was written as Jack. He pursed his lips and said,"other than a name that is waiting to be verified, what other private information did you tell me?"

"If you want me to tell you more, you should use something of equal value to exchange for it." Feng bujue looked into the man's eyes and said with a half-smile,"

"For example ...'Doctor-patient confidentiality agreement'?" Doctor Quinn said.

"Ha!" Feng bujue laughed."The one-way glass behind you, the recorder Pen in your coat pocket, and the camera at the corner of the ceiling tell me ... The doctor-patient confidentiality agreement should have another name for it in a place like Arkham."

"Then what do you want?" Doctor Quinn asked,"a certificate of mental health?"

"No, I don't want that." "If you can prove that my mental state is completely normal, then the place I'm going to is not an asylum but the police station ... Considering that more than ten police officers were sent to the hospital and the funeral parlor last night, I don't think it's a wise move to deal with the police now."

At this point, he paused and continued,"Doctor Quinn, I have a suggestion ..." He tilted his head, and the corner of his lips curled up slightly."For every question I answer, you'll answer one of mine. That way ... I think it'll be fairer."

"Then ... Can you tell me ... What reason do I have to agree to your request?" Doctor Quinn replied.

"You can choose not to agree." Feng bujue said,"in that case, our conversation will end here. I'll go back to my cell and continue to think about life, and you go back to your office and write 'patient refused to communicate' in the report. Then, hand this seemingly perfunctory report to the police and see if they're satisfied. "

As soon as he said that, doctor Quinn hesitated, and his expression clearly showed this.

After all, she was only a doctor, not an actress. Even a psychologist would find it difficult to completely hide her emotions.

"the choice is the same, doctor." "i am a fair person ..." feng bujue said."if you feel that my question has offended you or you do not wish to answer it, you can refuse to answer it. on the other hand, i may not necessarily answer all of your questions. "

brother jue advanced methodically, getting closer to the enemy's psychological defense line step by step.

"alright," he said. dr. quinn thought for a few more seconds and said,"but i'll still have to start with the questions."

"please," feng bujue raised his hands that were cuffed together and made a 'please' gesture.

"How old are you this year? Where did you come from?" Doctor Quinn asked the same question that Seiji didn't answer.

"Twenty-five years old, from the Metropolitan." Feng bujue answered very quickly. He could have answered 'I don't know where I came from', but if he used such an answer from the start, it would easily cause the other party to adopt a negative attitude, and that would make it impossible for him to obtain more information.

"You don't remember your surname, but you remember where you came from?" Doctor Quinn's sharp senses picked up something, and she immediately questioned the credibility of the man's answer.

"That's a different problem, doctor." Feng bujue would not be led by the nose. He said immediately,"you have to answer one of my questions before you can ask."

With a helpless expression, doctor Quinn paused for a second before continuing,""You can ask."

"What's your husband's name? what's his profession?" Feng bujue almost blurted it out. It looked like he had already thought of what to ask.

Faced with this rather abrupt question, doctor Quinn was slightly taken aback. After a brief hesitation, her gaze lowered instinctively and stopped on the wedding ring on her finger for a second. Then, she turned to look at brother Jue again, trying to figure out his intention from his eyes.

Naturally, such details did not escape Feng bujue's eyes.

If doctor Quinn was an expert in mental illness, Feng bujue was a master at reading people's minds. Whether it was the slight change in the corner of his eyes, the slight movement of his limbs, or even the swallowing of his saliva, they were all a reflection of doctor Quinn's inner thoughts. Through these, brother Jue could even roughly deduce the process of her thinking.

"Don't think too much, doctor. " Feng bujue, who saw through the man's thoughts, added two seconds later,"I will not do anything to your family. I am just curious, which lucky man married such a beautiful and intelligent woman like you?"

"Wayne ... My husband's name is Bruce Wayne." After a moment of silence, doctor Quinn gave an answer that surprised Feng bujue."He is an entrepreneur."