The Death Knell

Unlike most psychiatric hospitals, as I said before, this place is relatively free.

Not only was the door of the villa unlocked, but the patients' rooms were also unlocked. They could go to the yard and move around at will, and there seemed to be no prescribed lights-out time.

In other places, patients are often sent back to the ward after a fixed time every day, and then fixed to the bed with restraint belts. The lights are turned off at the same time to facilitate hospital management.

But the situation here is different. Patients can play happily at night. Of course, there is a surveillance probe a few steps away on the ceiling that is still rotating with the steps of several people, indicating that since entering here , the behavior of Deathstroke and his party was also included in the scope of observation.

Maybe some new paper title, such as 'A summary of the contact between superheroes and mentally ill people'?

"Hello, do you want to be hospitalized or attend an academic seminar?"

After passing through the beautiful and spacious foyer, there is the corridor leading to the activity room at the back of the building. Soon in the corridor, an old doctor with a gentle appearance and a kind-hearted face walked over and warmly shook hands with Harley, who also had the aura of a doctor. , he seemed to be able to recognize the woman in the red dress in front of him as a colleague at the first sight.

Well, if he hadn't been running around wearing nothing but a white coat, Su Ming wouldn't have discovered that he was also a patient right away. This guy really looked like the kind of drug seller in a TV shopping show An old expert's.

"Identity disorder." Harley turned her head and whispered to Su Ming, and then said to the patient with a smile: "Hello, I am a clinical applied psychologist who came to Arkham Sanatorium for exchange and study. My name is Ha Leigh Quinzel, what should I call you?”

The old man shook his head in despair. He tightened his white coat tightly, wrapped it tightly around his body like a formal suit, and tied it with a shoelace:

"Just call me Old Vic. I'm the medical director of Ellsworth Memorial Hospital. I'm responsible for treating everyone. Are you sick? Let me take a look?"

"Haha, we are not sick." Harley shook her head and refused, while looking at the old man: "But I think you are not sick either."

"No, I'm sick, I'm mentally ill." Old Vic shook his head repeatedly, but he still turned around and made a gesture of invitation: "If I wasn't sick, how could I be in this hospital? Alas, Anyway, come to my office for a cup of tea first, I haven’t seen my colleagues from outside for a long time.”

After saying that, he was going to take everyone to a place and turned left at a fork in the corridor.

Diana, who was following the two doctors, glanced at Su Ming, probably wanting to ask if she really wanted to follow a madman to the office for tea?

Deathstroke just nodded, saying that let the professionals do the professional things, and just follow Harley. In a place like this, I am afraid that the memory reading of strangulation is invalid, because the madman knows what will be in his mind.

Just like Wade, his mind is an amusement park, with a bunch of miscellaneous garbage and all kinds of chaotic dramas. If you want to read the memories from his mind, you can't even think about it.

Kara had never been to a mental hospital. She looked around curiously along the way. Even the smell of urine in the air was so new to her. She was in a good mood, and there was no sign of her previous depression at all.

The old doctor's bare thighs looked very white under the light, but his feet were a little dirty, and there were some yellow drops on the insteps, which might be urine.

However, he seems to be quite young, and he can walk quite quickly. His thick leg hair is blowing in the wind, making him look very cool.

He quickly led everyone to the door of a house, took out the key from his white coat pocket, opened it, and invited everyone to go in and sit down.

This is a utility room. There is a shabby table and a computer monitor in it, but there is no case, so it is just a decoration.

It can be seen that Old Vic has put a lot of thought into this place. Not only are there many photos of patients on the walls, but there is also a thick stack of medical records on the table, or it should be called observation records here.

It's a pity that there is only one chair and one cup in the room, so there is no chance of sitting down to drink tea.

But he himself didn't seem to notice this. He took out a dark thing from his desk, rubbed some powder from it, put it into a cup, and then went to the mop-washing faucet to get a cup of water. He took a big sip himself.

Su Ming could tell that what he had just put in was some kind of dried fungus, but because it was severely shriveled and deteriorated, he was no longer sure what kind of mushroom it was.

But the refreshing effect was very good, and the old man became visibly excited.

"Okay, since you're not here to be hospitalized, you're here for observation." After taking a sip of tea, Old Vic pushed the cup towards Harley, gesturing for her to take a sip as well, and at the same time stood up to pick out the medical records: "We have many patients here who deserve observation. Do you want to see patients with pica first? Or do you want to see patients with bipolar disorder? We also have patients with sex addiction syndrome here."

Hearing this, Harley's eyes lit up and asked Deathstroke with his eyes, why don't you stop looking for Reggie and go see the sex addiction patients first? Maybe it will be fun.

Su Ming shook his head speechlessly. He didn't want to watch it, because his cousin was obviously tired of watching it, and it was disgusting.

Little Sugar Bean was a little disappointed and tilted her mouth, but she still cleared her throat and asked: "Ahem, so, Doctor Vic, what do you think your disease is?"

"Are you really Arkham's doctor?" Old Vic took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on. Under the thick bottle base, the light of wisdom shone: "My situation should be very serious. Is it obvious? Anyone who knows a little bit about psychology should be able to tell that I have exhibitionism, which is also commonly known as a psychosexual disorder."

As soon as these words came out, Harley's eyes sharpened and the smile on his face was suppressed.

Because she discovered that this old Vic looked crazy, but was actually sober and able to correctly recognize his illness.

Therefore, there is a high probability that he is really a doctor, rather than having an identity disorder as he had previously judged. In this way, it was equivalent to making a wrong diagnosis, which made her a little unhappy:

"Are you really the doctor here?"

"Haha, I know you may suspect that I have identity disorder, or antisocial role-playing, or multiple personalities." Old Vic turned around, and he suddenly pulled open his white coat, revealing his results. After realizing that no one had any emotional fluctuations, he wrapped his white coat tightly again in a wan mood: "But in fact, I am really a doctor here and a patient at the same time. Can we communicate normally now?"

"Okay, your symptoms are relatively common, but in this free environment, they seem very interesting." Harley pushed up her glasses, she touched her pointed chin and thought for a few seconds: "Since what we just said Reaction cannot provide you with excitement and pleasure, so for you it is all business, so let me put it bluntly, we are here to find Reggie Long, do you have this person here?"

"Yes, we have this patient." Old Vic skillfully pulled out a medical record and put it on the table for the four of them to read: "His condition belongs to identity cognitive disorder, and bipolar disorder, but it is relatively What’s special is that he always yells one sentence repeatedly when it’s close to twelve o’clock at night.”

"He always says 'I'm Rorschach,' haha."

Harley looked through the medical records and found the description of the target's symptoms. At this time, she also understood why Deathstroke had brought everyone here.