Thriller Paradise Chapter 1277: Say my name (2)

"Ackham..." Feng Bujue had great eyesight. 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 announcement The regulations that were shown to the guards such as "no smoking" were enough for him to obtain the information that "this place is the Arkham Asylum".

"Well... Although the facilities in this place will be different in different eras and different story backgrounds, the cell I am currently in is obviously not the type used for'long-term detention'..." After confirming the location , Brother Jue began to check some details around, "Although the walls of this cell are old, they are very tidy. There are no traces of filth on the wall, and no nicks. The toilet is the same, it looks It is very 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 hospital gown..." He quickly came to a conclusion , "...Obviously, I should have just been caught in, and awaiting disposal in a'temporary cell'......"

When, when, when...

Just as he was thinking, a rhythmic, metal beating sound came from far and near from the corridor.

After thinking about it, Feng Bujue realized that this was the movement of the guard using the baton he carried with him to gently touch the iron fence of the cell.

This is a habit and has no special meaning, just like when we were young, we liked to walk on the edge of the road teeth like walking a balance beam, or to touch the decoration on the top of each railing when we passed a row of railings. Things...

When people grow up, if people work in a monotonous, depressing, and uncomplicated environment, they may also develop similar habits; from a certain perspective, this is also a form of brain self-relaxation.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a guard to appear at the door of Feng Bujue's cell. When the guard stood there, the percussions naturally stopped.

"Get up." The guard also didn't talk with Jue Ge. He was separated by the fence, and his mouth was just a command.

Feng Bujue didn't want to act rashly because he hadn't received the main task, so he silently got up from the bed after hearing the words.

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

Feng Bujue did what he said, and walked a few steps forward and reached the iron fence.

"Extend your hand." As the guard spoke, he stretched his hand to his waist and took off a pair of handcuffs.

This time, Brother Jiao hesitated.

"Two hands came out of the same gap..." After the guard took off the handcuffs, he noticed that he hadn't moved, so he reminded him.

Hearing this sentence, Feng Bujue understood. The other party wanted to take him out of the cell and **** him somewhere, instead of playing some dirty stuff through the cell door.

In this way, after handcuffing Brother Jue across the fence, the guard opened the cell door with the key, and then grabbed Brother Jue's arm and brought him out.

Feng Bujue was speechless all the way. He didn’t ask the other party where he was going to take him, and he didn’t take any resistance actions. He was more willing to observe this place quietly during this journey than rashly. The environment and security of the lunatic asylum are well prepared.

Unfortunately, there is not much information worth collecting in the corridors he passed. Except for the camera probes installed in the corners of the ceiling, he can only see the closed doors on both sides of the corridor; on those doors There are only house numbers, no other signs, and it seems that these rooms do not look like patient cells.

Just walked for a while, and after turning a few turns, Feng Bujue was taken into a room similar to an interrogation room.

In this small rectangular room measuring only more than ten square meters, there is a table and two stools. Of course, these three things are welded to the ground; one wall of the room is embedded A big mirror, fools know that it is a piece of one-way glass; there is a probe in the corner of the ceiling, which is obviously in the open state at this time.

For Brother Jue, entering and leaving this room is the same as going home... Whether in real life or in the game world, he has been arrested more than once and was taken to this room for questioning. That's a commonplace meal.

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

After Feng Bujue sat down, the guard took out a pair of fetters very skillfully and locked Brother Jue's right leg to 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 in a white coat walked in.

She wears a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, and her long brown hair sat in the back of her head. Under her white coat is a decent shirt and suit skirt. She has a pair of low heels on her feet. High heels; even though her dress and temperament are relatively conservative, her face and figure are still very eye-catching. Men who see her for the first time usually look at her more until they catch a glimpse of the luxurious diamond ring on her left ring finger. , It will converge slightly.

"Hello, Mr. Anonymous." After entering the room, she came to the seat opposite Feng Bujue without restraint, and opened the file folder in her hand while she said, "I am Dr. Quinn ( Dr. Quinn), I would like to ask you to answer a few questions. If you are willing to cooperate, you can change your current situation."

"You lied." Within a second, Feng Bujue returned these three words without thinking.

"Why do you say that?" Dr. Quinn didn't have any particular reaction to Brother Jue's response, but asked calmly.

"What you call'ask a few questions', to put it bluntly, is to conduct a preliminary mental assessment of me in order to classify me." Feng Bujue replied, "After you have completed this work, I will be taken to the'where you think I should be taken', and then an indefinite period of'detention and treatment' will begin. Until the next regular assessment, there will be nothing in my situation. Change."

I have to say that Brother Jue is quite familiar with the various procedures of the mental hospital...After all, he has had a wealth of personal experience.

"Wow~" When Dr. Quinn heard this, his expression changed slightly, "I'm very surprised. Judging from the current conversation, your thinking is very clear, and your wording is very accurate, and you didn't show anything during the conversation. Violent tendency."

"Is this weird?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.

"Heh..." Doctor Quinn gave a chuckle, took out a few photos from the file folder, and threw them on the table. "If you can explain... Last night you rushed into the police with a fire axe in your hand. The bureau’s esoteric intentions of hacking at the sight of people and trying to fight the entire law enforcement agency with its own efforts...it’s not surprising."

While she said this, Jue's eyes have moved to those photos.

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

"Fifteen police officers and three civilians were injured, two police officers died on the spot, and another four wounded are still lying on the operating table," Dr. Quinn waited for a few seconds, then continued. , And pay close attention to the changes in the expression on Brother Jue's face.

"Hmm..." Who is Feng Bujue? To follow him in this suit is like a trick.

After only a moment of indifference, Brother Jue put on a confused face and asked: "The person holding the axe in the photo...Is it me?"

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

If the person asking this question really does not remember that he did this, it means he has a mental problem, and he can’t remember anything after answering it; and if the person asking this question knowingly asked, then Not to mention answering.

Doctor Quinn exhaled from his nose, sullenly, and continued, "Let's start from the beginning...Do you remember what your name is?"

"Jack." Feng Bujue replied.

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

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

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

These "routine questions" must be asked. Only through these questions to establish a baseline for the patient's cognitive and thinking skills, can we further analyze their symptoms.

"I don't think this is fair, doctor." Ke Feng Bujue did not continue to answer.

"What's unfair?" Dr. Quinn answered.

"Only I am talking about my privacy unilaterally. This is not fair." Feng Bujue said.

"Privacy?" Dr. Quinn looked down at the word "Jack" he filled out on a form ten seconds ago, and pursed his lips, "Apart from a name that has yet to be verified, what else do you tell me about privacy? ?"

"If you want me to tell you more, you should exchange it with something equivalent." Feng Bujue looked directly into the other's eyes, and said with a smile.

"For example...'Doctor-Patient Confidentiality Agreement'?" Dr. Quinn answered.

"Ha!" Feng Bujue laughed at the time. "The one-way glass behind you, the voice recorder in your coat pocket, and the probe in the corner of the ceiling tell me... the doctor-patient confidentiality agreement is in Arkham. There should be another name-Bullshit."

"Then what do you want?" Dr. Quinn said, "a proof of mental health?"

"No, I don't want that." Feng Bujue said, "If you prove that my spirit is completely normal, then the place I am going to is not a lunatic asylum but a police station... Considering that there were a dozen or so last night. A police officer went to the hospital and the funeral home respectively. I don’t think it is wise to deal with the police now."

Speaking of this, he paused, and then said: "Doctor Quinn, I have a suggestion..." He tilted his head, and the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, "You answer every time I answer your question. I have a question, so... I think it’s fairer."

"Then...can you tell me by the way...what reason do I have for agreeing to your request?" Dr. Quinn replied.

"You don't have to agree." Feng Bujue said, "In that case, our conversation will end here; I go back to my cell to continue thinking about life, and you go back to your office, in the report Write'the patient refuses to communicate' in Chinese, and then give this seemingly perfunctory report to the police to see if they will be satisfied."

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

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

"The right to choose is the same, doctor." Feng Bujue said, "I am a fair person... If you feel that the question I asked offends you or does not want to answer, you can refuse to respond; relatively, I will not necessarily answer all the questions you ask."

Brother Jue advanced methodically, approaching the opponent's psychological defense step by step.

"Okay." Dr. Quinn thought for a few seconds, then continued, "However, I still have to start asking questions first."

"Please." Feng Bujue raised his handcuffed hands and made a "please" gesture.

"How old are you this year? Where are you from?" Dr. Quinn asked about things that the other party hadn't answered before.

"Twenty-five years old, from Metropolis." Feng Bujue answered quickly. He could have answered "I don't know where I came from", but if he responded with such an answer from the beginning , It is easy to cause the other party to adopt a negative response attitude, which on the contrary will make oneself unable to obtain further information.

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

"This is already another question, doctor." Feng Bujue wouldn't be led by the nose. He immediately said, "You have to answer one of my questions before you can ask questions."

Doctor Quinn showed helplessness, paused for a second, and then continued: "You can ask."

"What's your husband's name~IndoMTL.com~What occupation is he in?" Feng Bujue almost blurted out. It seems that he has already thought about what to ask.

Faced with this rather abrupt question, Dr. Quinn was slightly startled. After a short period of hesitation, her eyes drooped instinctively, and she stayed on the wedding ring in her hand for a second, then looked at Brother Jue again, trying to discern some intention from the other's eyes.

And such details, naturally, can't escape Feng Bujue's eyes...

If Dr. Quinn is an expert in analyzing mental illness, Feng Bujue is a master who sees through people's hearts. Whether it is the slight changes in the corners of the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes, the slight movements of the limbs, or even the action of swallowing saliva, they are all portrayals of Dr. Quinn's inner activities...Through these, the thinking process of the other party can be roughly deduced by Geo Ge.

"Don't think too much, doctor." Feng Bujue, who saw through the other's thoughts, added two seconds later, "I won't do anything to your family. I'm just curious, who is lucky? Of men married a beauty like you who values ​​both beauty and wisdom."

"Wayne...My husband is Bruce Wayne." After a moment of silence, Dr. Quinn gave an answer that surprised Feng Bujue, "He is an entrepreneur."