Chapter 153: R: Rainy Night Mystery (End)

When returning to the interrogation room, only Schiller was left. He didn't let Gordon and Batman follow him.

At this time, the water on Cobblepot's body had been wiped clean, and the soaked coat had been taken off. Mrs. Mona was closing the door of the interrogation room. Seeing Schiller coming, she said, "You are a doctor, right? Sir? This kid seems to be scared quite a bit. Just now I wanted to change his clothes, but he struggled too violently and almost bit me."

"Thank you, ma'am. You have done enough. He is a bit excited now, and I am about to send him to the hospital."

"Then you go quickly. Now he is a bit tired, and should not resist so violently anymore."

Schiller walked into the iron door. Cobblepot was still sitting in the corner, wearing a new coat, saying nothing. Schiller called Brand and said, "Send an ambulance over to pick up a patient."

"Sun and Moon Wind and China"

"What kind of patient needs an ambulance to pick up? Doesn't he have a luxury car himself?"

"He is a real patient, not that group of gang bosses who are released on medical parole and then released from prison."

"What symptoms? I'll let the nursing room prepare."

"Acute stress disorder, maybe something else. You prepare the sedative medicine first. When it arrives, I'll tell you in detail."

Soon, Cobblepot was tied to a stretcher and carried into the ambulance. Schiller didn't care about his struggle at all.

After arriving at the hospital, Brand greeted him. He was wearing a white coat, obviously busy until now, and said, "God, we finally have a real patient. I almost thought I graduated from finance..."

"Don't be happy too early. If I tell you that he is an important witness in a case involving the heir of the Falcone family, would you still feel very relaxed?"

Brand's face collapsed, he cursed, and then said, "I knew it. In this ghost place, there is no good thing at all."

"He is in a state of severe motor excitement and almost unable to communicate. Give him some sedative medicine first, and see tomorrow morning."

Schiller returned to his office at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, changed into a doctor's outfit, and when he entered the ward where Cobblepot was, Cobblepot's hands were tied to the guardrail of the nursing bed. His limbs kept twitching, his face was red, his eyes were wide, and he kept making gasping sounds in his mouth.

The nurse next to him walked up and said, "Doctor, his excitement state is too high, and he has lifted the muscle restriction. If this continues, it will cause serious damage to his joints."

"Sedative first." Schiller's tone was very calm. He leaned over and flipped Cobblepot's eyelids, finding that his line of sight was completely out of focus, and his facial congestion was also very serious.

Schiller turned back and called two more nurses, asking people to hold Cobblepot down first. Brand also walked in and said, "I haven't seen a patient with such severe stress disorder for a long time. What's wrong with him?"

Brand looked at Cobblepot carefully and found that there were wounds on his

"That should be the case, and I'm afraid it has been going on for some time, otherwise it wouldn't be this severe." Shiler speculated: "He should have been subjected to prolonged abuse and beatings, which led to acute stress disorder."

After the sedative was injected, Cobblepot's manic reaction gradually weakened, but he still twitched incessantly and could not focus his attention. Shiler observed his physiological reactions and said: "Increase the dosage."

More medication was injected, and Cobblepot finally calmed down and gradually fell asleep. Brand crossed his arms and sighed: "This is no way to go on either. His spirit seems more sensitive than an ordinary person's, and he is not yet an adult. If the sedative effect wears off and the manic state still cannot be eased, we won't be able to use such a high dosage again."

"What do you intend to do?" Brand looked at Shiler and asked.

"This requires a comprehensive diagnosis." Shiler stared at Cobblepot's face and said: "According to my speculation, he should have other mental disorders; otherwise, he wouldn't react so severely. A hereditary disease is also not impossible."

"What about his relatives? Is there no medical history available for reference?"

As soon as Brand finished asking, he denied it himself: "Oh, this is Cat Getan. Trying to identify a real mental patient here is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

Shiler said to Brand: "You go back and rest first. I'm on duty tonight, and I'll take the opportunity to formulate a treatment plan."

After Brand left, Shiler returned to his office. After sitting down, he took a notebook out of his desk drawer and began to recall in his mind the life of the Penguin he knew.

In the comics, there is no overly detailed description of the Penguin's childhood, only that he carries an umbrella with him because his mother, who became increasingly insane after his father died of pneumonia caused by being caught in the rain, forced him to carry an umbrella at all times.

And in the TV series Cat Getan, the Penguin also entered Arkham Asylum, where he was tortured by the director, Hugo. As for whether he was actually diagnosed with a real mental illness, it was not explained in detail.

According to Shiler's current observations, at least this Cobblepot, the Penguin he encountered, should be suffering from a real mental illness.

The night at Arkham Asylum is very quiet, because there is almost no real mental patient here, so there is no noise from patients suddenly having an episode.

In the entire doctor's office, only the light on Shiler's desk was on. In the quiet room, only the rustling sound of writing echoed.

Just as dawn broke, Victor, wearing a trench coat, hurried up the steps to the main entrance of Arkham Asylum. The rain had just stopped, and the cold wind of the gloomy weather blew his hair, making it fly incessantly.

Shiler came out to greet him in his white coat. Victor said: "I just finished teaching at the Living Hell, and I heard from that little Fatty that Oswald was hospitalized."

"Then I learned that you had also taken leave, so I guessed that you must have gone to treat him."

"Oh, how did you guess that?"

"Didn't I tell you before? I've been to Oswald's home and met his mother. His mother seems to suffer from a twitching disorder. You know, I'm not a professional, but I can tell that his mother's mental state is not quite normal."

"Coincides with my deduction; Cobblepot should have a hereditary mental illness." Shiler and Victor walked quickly up the stairs together. Shiler said as they walked: "Acute stress disorder induced his manic symptoms. I used an excessive amount of sedative last night, but there has been no improvement this morning."

As they spoke, the two of them arrived at the ward where Cobblepot was located. At this time, Cobblepot was lying on the bed, talking incessantly, but the words coming out of his mouth had no logic; it seemed as if he was just venting.

Victor walked to his bedside, looked down at Cobblepot, and then said: "This is very similar to the symptoms of a student I taught before—extremely agitated, talking to himself, and even having aggressive tendencies, even injuring classmates."

"What do you intend to do?" Victor asked Shiler: "Actually, I quite appreciate his talent. I know there are many mental patients in Cat Getan, and I can't save them all, but since he has already come here, we must think of a way."

"I admitted him, which of course proves that I intend to treat him. However, the cause of this mixed symptom might be very complicated, and I still need to conduct some investigations."

Just as they were talking, Brand walked in with a stack of reports and handed them to Shiler. He said: "Earlier this morning, we gave him a physical examination. The situation is not very good. Besides the mental problems, his body also has multiple injuries, which should have been caused by beatings. Moreover, new and old injuries are stacked together; this situation should have been going on for some time."

"As we expected." Brand finally said: "This is acute stress disorder after experiencing severe abuse, and this stress state induced his other mental illnesses, causing him to fall into an uncontrollable state of extreme mania."

"We will talk about the specific treatment plan for the mental aspect later. Are his physical injuries very severe?"

"His left ankle joint suffered severe trauma, and his right arm is also fractured. Just treating these injuries might take quite a while."

"If his manic state flares up again later, we won't be able to treat his injuries at all. And I don't suggest using excessive sedatives on him again; he is too young, and his brain might not be able to handle it."

Shiler touched his brow and said: "This is really troublesome. Can we contact his mother? I want to investigate his medical history."

Victor shook his head and said: "It's difficult. His mother's mental state is also not normal. When I went last time, she almost chased me out with a broom. If you want to investigate, I'm afraid you can only go to his home."

"How about this..." Shiler finally arranged: "Brand, you hurry up and treat his external injuries first. Victor and I will take a trip to his home to see what exactly is going on."

After leaving, Shiler and Victor sat in the car. Victor drove while saying: "Actually, you surprise me a little. I thought you were the kind of... doctor who doesn't like to meddle in other people's business."

"You don't have to be so tactful. I know you thought I was the kind of person who wouldn't lift a finger if the money wasn't right."

Victor coughed awkwardly twice. Shiler sat in the passenger seat, put his umbrella next to the seat, and then tightened his trench coat, saying: "Actually, what you think is correct. In most cases, I am like that."

"However, in that entire class at the vocational school, only Cobblepot could write the characters I recognize. If he goes crazy, I reckon I'll be driven crazy by that chicken-scratch handwriting too."

Victor gripped the steering wheel. He smiled without turning his head and said: "I think you have a sharp tongue but a soft heart, pretending to be an unscrupulous quack, but in reality, you still have compassion."

"I'll repeat it again: I might be unscrupulous, but I am definitely not a quack."

The car turned through several alleys and drove into a narrow street next to the Living Hell. When the two got out of the car, Shiler used the tip of his umbrella to poke at the gravel on the side of the road and said: "It seems the renovation area of the Living Hell is still too small; this place is still so dirty and chaotic."

"Actually, it's already not bad." Victor looked up and surveyed the surroundings in front and said: "Before, cars couldn't even drive in here at all; it's already much better now."

The two entered a dark stairwell again and walked up two floors. Victor knocked on the door and asked: "Mrs. Cobblepot, are you there?"

"Are you sure she will answer you? As far as I know, some patients with mental disorders have no self-care ability."

"It should be fine. When Mrs. Cobblepot is not having an episode, she only has some twitching in her limbs." Victor explained while continuing to knock on the door, but after a long time, no one answered. Victor frowned and said: "What's going on?"

No one answered. Victor could only say: "Something might have happened. We'll go around to the roof opposite and then enter from the balcony; that's the only way."

The two bypassed the passageway, went out from the door at the end of the corridor on the same floor, arrived at the terrace, went around in a circle, arrived at the balcony next door, and then climbed into the balcony of Cobblepot's home.

Then, they saw from outside the window that the interior of the old Cobblepot house was a mess, as if a struggle had just taken place, and Mrs. Cobblepot was nowhere to be seen.

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