During the winter vacation, the teacher apartment and doctoral student apartment at Gotham University were still open, and most laboratories continued to work. Schiller only had the Gotham University teacher apartment in the entire Gotham City, and there was no other house. Therefore, when the holiday was announced, he had nowhere to go and continued to stay in the school office to write papers.

The scores in the Department of Psychology at Gotham University were not very ideal, which made his scores not very high, so he had to try to post a few more articles to raise the scores of this experience on his resume.

Most of the students at Gotham University are idle and very casual, and most of them live locally. Gotham is not too big, and most of them are in a state of being on call.

Bruce took advantage of the holiday to organize the psychology club. He seemed to be quite enthusiastic about it, but it was no wonder that because he needed to disguise, his test scores could only be considered a mid-level place. But he was eager to learn some skills from Schiller, so it was a good choice to organize a club.

On that day, Bruce was taking the information prepared by the club and planning to give it to Schiller. He stood at the door of Schiller's office. Before he could knock on the door, he heard the sound of a phone call coming from inside.

"... Have you considered frontal lobe removal surgery? Inhumane? Is it humane to let him run wild all over the hospital? How was that Mrs. Adela? Or would she refuse to wear a restraint?... Let's do this, I will introduce you to a few female gangsters on Mary Street and ask them to go there to be nurses, and they will be able to do it in a few seconds..."

"That Nofman also refuses to receive treatment? He doesn't take medicine? I've read his medical records before. He has a grudge against the local gangsters. I'll call their boss later and ask the leader to greet him. He will definitely be happy to cooperate with you..."

"...Don't worry about those drunks, are they sick? Alcohol will tell them... Someone comes to sell alcohol? Vodka is the one who delivers medicine? I remember that Douglas, who was under your command, used to work for the largest wine merchant in Gotham, asked him to write a letter to his former boss's mansion, and said that the godfather told him to sell alcohol to mental hospitals less, and he still thinks that those people are not crazy enough?"

"The patient in the streets and alleys of Elk is a dispute caused by the inheritance rights of the family's property. You don't have to get involved in this mess, just let them solve it themselves. We collect crazy people here, but not poor people with bad water..."

"I will take my students here tomorrow. If you hold on for another day, what?...No, your worries are a bit redundant. One of the students I brought was the son of the Godfather of Gotham, the other..."

At this time, the door suddenly opened itself. Schiller looked back and saw Bruce standing at the door. He said, "...the other one is the richest man in the world."

At this time, after listening to the contents of the phone, Bruce wanted to say that he still didn't go.

Professor Schiller sounds like a crazy weird doctor.

When he put down the phone and saw Bruce standing there, Schiller said, "Come in, I have provided you with a good internship opportunity, because you are doing a good job in the club."

Bruce pursed her lips, then opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Your treatment style is quite different from what I imagined."

"What do you imagine? Just like teaching you a lesson, telling patients a long story and telling them about the psychology knowledge written in the textbook?"

"...Isn't it? At least it shouldn't be..."

At least it shouldn’t be calling the gangster to threaten it, right? Bruce thought, is this psychological treatment? This is physical therapy!

Schiller shook his head and said, "Criminal psychology is a type of applied psychology. The focus of applied psychology is on application, not psychology."

"If it were in the Metropolis, I might try to speak well with them, but this is Gotham, and most of the mentally ill people in the Arkham Asylum were forced to come in after failed gang fights."

"Where is the other half?"

"A alcoholic who has drunk his brain, an addict who has been conscious of drugs, and someone who has taken the initiative to escape from revenge."

“Isn’t there a mentally ill person?”

Schiller put his waist on his waist and knocked on the table with his hands and said, "Why should we build a small mental hospital in a large mental hospital to specifically check on mental patients?"

Bruce wanted to answer, but he thought about it carefully. What Schiller said seemed to make sense. The ghost place in Gotham does not require a mental hospital at all. Everyone here is mentally ill, and there are not many normal people.

"And what can I do? To cure my mental illness? Let them be positive and optimistic and become a kind and normal person? Then after being discharged from the hospital, you can be sent directly to the crematorium. Anyway, you can't live for three days..."

Bruce asked: "How is Jonathan?"

"You go see him tomorrow." Schiller said.

Bruce sat across from him and said, "I thought I really needed a solid base that would be a comprehensive facility that integrates prisons, warehouses, monitoring rooms and laboratories."

"And I plan to build a comprehensive monitoring system to cover the entire city of Gotham, and Rennie inspired me before, I think I can also design a special pattern for myself to let people know who I am and who they should turn to."

"Have you thought about it?"

"Bat, of course, is a bat."

"I know it's a bat. What I asked is, have you really thought about it and have you insisted on fighting the city to the end?"

Schiller tapped the table with the tip of the pen and said, "Now you still have room to retreat, and Batman is just a weird vigilante, but once you start to take control of the city and give everyone the chance to call you to fight criminals, you will never have a way out."

"When people know that there is a mysterious and powerful hero for them to call around, one day they will take this as a part of their lives, taking it for granted, and you will also participate in some unimaginable troubles. At that time, even if you want to throw it away, it will be impossible."

"I think I'm ready, but now what I doubt is whether I have the ability to do this," Bruce said.

Schiller straightened up and began to clean up the documents on the table, and he said as he packed up, "Of course you have, and you can do more than just do it."

"Why do you seem to have always been very confident in me?"

"Because you're Batman."

After saying that, Schiller stood up and left.

The next day, Schiller and Bruce set out from Gotham University and drove to Arkham Mental Hospital.

Originally, Evans had to come to the school to meet them first, but there were some problems with Falcone's industry that needed to be dealt with by his son, so he had to start the internship two days later, so only Schiller and Bruce were left.

Taking Batman to the Arkham Madness Asylum for an internship sounds a bit weird, but in fact, the Arkham Mental Hospital during this period was not a madman paradise with many talents in the later stages. As Schiller said before, most of Arkham are not real mental patients now.

Therefore, the original attending physician Brand was almost crazy. He was Schiller's old classmate, only two months earlier than Schiller. In his words, the employment experience of Arkham Mental Hospital was the biggest hurdle in his life.

While driving, Schiller recalled what Brand told him yesterday that the current situation in the mental hospital was blocked on the road before the car had been driven out of the university.

A straight road less than 200 meters was driven for almost half an hour. Schiller thought New York was already blocked, but he didn't expect Gotham to be better at the peak of the upper and lower half.

The basic traffic rules of Gotham are that life and death come from fate and wealth. Most people here drive style is that cars are valuable but life is not valuable. The only function of traffic lights here is to give people who are stuck in traffic. The function of traffic signs is only to be kicked when people get angry when they are off.

In the past, Schiller worked and lived in Gotham University and basically had to walk when he went out. He never drove on the streets of Gotham during peak hours.

When the car drove through the straight road and entered the turntable, one wave of cars passed by, Schiller did not move, and another wave of cars passed by, Schiller still did not move. When the cars on the turntable were turned around, Schiller still did not move.

"Uh...Professor, are you going to...I mean, when are you going to go?"

"I'm checking the indicator light, can't you tell it?"

"But..." Bruce was speechless for a moment, saying: "Are you not very familiar with Gotham's traffic rules?"

"Of course not, I just finished reading the Metropolitan Driver Manual yesterday."

"But that's metropolitan, Gotham doesn't have that kind of thing."

"Then have you ever thought about it..." Schiller stepped on the accelerator and twisted the steering wheel hard, "It is because it is not that it will become like this!!!!"

Bruce touched his ears and moved his body to the side.

In the end, they gave up driving, boarded the tallest building nearby, and took the helicopter from Wayne's house.

When he arrived at the mental hospital, Brand came out to pick them up. He was a fat doctor who looked good and always smiled, but now he looked a little haggard. After seeing Schiller, he hugged him enthusiastically, then shook hands with Bruce, and he said, "You guys came so early, I thought it was going to be in the afternoon."

"We'll leave in the morning."

"That's why I feel that you might be blocked until the afternoon, and I didn't expect it to be so soon." He said to Schiller as he walked. "The advice you gave is really helpful. I feel that I am not here to treat the disease, but to judge the case."

“How are the patients?”

"Patient? Oh, patient..." Brand said.

"The patients who could get two bottles of whiskey and smoke a whole pack of cigarettes after taking the medicine are so good that they opened the market in the warehouse in the basement the night before yesterday, betting when I will leave."

Schiller patted his shoulder and said, "Don't care, this is what Gotham is."

Brand smiled bitterly and said, "If I have a little other way, I won't come here."

“Aren’t I the same?”

Brand shook his head and said, "We two are different. I am hiding from enemies. Although you are the same, in fact, if you don't..."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Bruce and shut up. Bruce's curiosity immediately rose, and it seemed that Dr. Brand seemed to have some knowledge of Professor Schiller's past.

"Okay, let's get started," Schiller said.

Brand pushed open the door of his office and said, "You have to use my office because the facilities in this hospital are relatively old, so it's not bad here."

"The main problem now is that after the new police chief came to power, many prisoners tried by him needed psychiatric identification certificates, and many of them directly planned to book a bed here."

"There are too many people coming and the ingredients are too complicated, so the doctors and nurses here are too busy."

Brand showed an ugly expression and said, "You know, those people were carrying a lot of trouble. During this week, the hospital windows were broken 18 times. At least a dozen killers from different forces came in, and four people died. One of them was an unlucky security guard, not to mention those who desperately transported marijuana and high-alcohol in... "

"It seems that the situation is not optimistic, but it doesn't matter. I can spend the entire winter vacation here, and there will always be a change," Schiller said.
Chapter completed!