Chapter 1913: U: Beyond the Great Event (39)

In the end, Batman still comes in.

Looking at the nurse's departing back, Schiller sighs deeply again. He looks up at Batman and says, "Have you heard this saying: when you enter a mental hospital, you are a mental patient."

Batman shakes his head.

"Of course you haven't heard it, because I made it up." Schiller moves his neck and says, "The fact is I am a mental patient now, and I am in urgent need of treatment."

"What's wrong?" Batman frowns slightly.

"Why do you all like to ask this?" Schiller shakes his head and says, "The fact is when I tell you I'm a mental patient, don't listen to any word I say anymore."

"I think you are a bit confused." Batman says.

"The facts are as they are." Schiller wrinkles his eye muscles painfully and says, "I'm repairing my house. The earthquake just now damaged some things, so I probably only have 30% of my energy to talk to you now. Don't demand any logic."

Batman is startled. He can understand that Schiller is actually saying his Tower of Thought has some problems and is currently adjusting, so he doesn't have much energy to put into the real world, which might seem a bit chaotic.

But what makes him feel even more vigilant is Schiller's way of speaking. He doesn't think this professor, who is always rigorous, would deliberately not make himself clear, even if his attention wasn't focused enough, he couldn't speak so vaguely, unless he was doing it on purpose.

This sounds like complete madness to the bystanders, because there is no house here, and there was no earthquake just now, and Schiller said it deliberately, seemingly just to make the bystanders think this is madness.

So where are the bystanders?

Batman looks around. He doesn't find any reflection of monitoring equipment, so he gives up rational judgment and follows his intuition to look at the corner of the ceiling where there is nothing.

Instantly, he makes eye contact with the crowd in the spectator area staring at the screen.

Constantine breaks into a cold sweat. He almost jumps up from his seat. He stares at Owen and says, "Didn't you say he couldn't see us?"

"Calm down, calm down. He really can't see us, and he hasn't discovered us. This is just a coincidence..."

Joker Arthur suddenly snorts twice, but when everyone's gaze falls on him, he suddenly hangs his head and stops making a sound.

Bruce also shows a playful expression, seemingly thinking of something, but he doesn't say anything either.

But Lord Superman, whose attention has always been on him, is unwilling to let him go like this and asks, staring tightly at the smile on Bruce's face, "What did you see?"

"Nothing, just think it's a bit funny."

Spider-Man suddenly speaks up, "I feel something is wrong, but I can't say what is wrong. Anyway, it's just a bit strange."

"This hospital is indeed very strange." Bruce really looks like he thought of something funny. He props his elbows on the armrest beside him and presses his fingers tightly against his lips so he doesn't laugh out loud.

"I really don't know which genius came up with this good plan to torture psychologists." Bruce sniffs and evaluates, "If I were Professor Schiller, I would also choose to sleep and never wake up."

"What the hell is going on?" Lord Superman pursues, frowning deeply, his expression as if saying, "If you don't make it clear, I'll make you look good."

Bruce shows a smile and says, "Have you lived in a mental hospital?"

Constantine pauses slightly, and after a while, he opens his mouth hesitantly, "I have lived in one, but I feel the mental hospital I lived in wasn't normal."

"Is that so? What did they do to you?"

"They locked me up, fixed me to the bed, made me completely unable to move, even when I went to the bathroom someone had to watch, and forced me to take medicine. Everyone was cursing me. This is a kind of terrifying abuse."

"Yes, that's because you know you don't have a mental illness." Bruce holds up a finger and says, "You understand that the various abnormalities you showed were because you are a magician, not because you are crazy."

"Then can they treat real mental patients like this?"

"They certainly can, and they must do so."

Bruce sighs and says, "The atmosphere of the mental hospital you just saw on the screen is probably the kind of place imagined by people who have never been to a madhouse but have unrealistic fantasies about mental patients."

The other few people frown and look at Bruce, except for Joker Arthur. Arthur hums a few times and says, "For people who aren't sick, that place is indeed hell. They will monitor you, restrain you, insult you, and wantonly manipulate you into the shape they want."

"That's because, although people who aren't mentally ill but are sent to a mental hospital are a minority, the vast majority of people staying in a mental hospital are real mental patients, and some have very serious conditions." Bruce adds.

"Give an example." Bruce sighs and looks at Constantine, asking, "Do you know why the nurse has to watch you go to the bathroom?"

"Why?" Constantine asks, wrinkling his features.

"Because some of them will eat their own excrement."

Constantine and Spider-Man immediately make two sounds of nausea, but Bruce says very calmly, "But this is already considered good. Some people will hide their excrement and bring it back to the ward, smearing it in every corner they can touch."

"Why?" Spider-Man asks in disbelief.

"Because they are mental patients." Bruce sighs slightly helplessly, "Humans who have completely lost their sanity are much more terrifying than out-of-control machines."

"Any seemingly very harsh or even inhumane rule you can find in a mental hospital must have a shocking medical record behind it. The most important thing I learned during my internship was: don't ask why, just do it."

"And..." Bruce holds up another finger and says, "The gentleness, patience, and rationality exhibited by the doctors and nurses just now almost don't exist."

"When you work in a completely chaotic environment for a long time, being able to maintain basic mobility is already quite remarkable, so don't expect any good temper."

"Some people might feel that many hospital nurses are fierce, and mental hospital nurses are only ten times fiercer than ordinary hospital nurses, because most of the time their work isn't treating people, but taming beasts."

"Simple and powerful commands are the best way to deal with this group of wild mental patients. Although manufacturing fear is simple, it is useful."

Lord Superman suddenly understands what Bruce is talking about.

If this theory is followed, Cat Getan is a large mental hospital, and Batman is the nurse spreading fear in the mental hospital.

You say he is cruel, but the things the lunatics in Cat Getan do are much worse than "feces-smearing." You say he is violent but not thorough, but you haven't heard of any mental hospital nurse killing a patient just because they were too difficult to deal with.

Why does the law give mental patients a pass? Lord Superman starts to think about this question.

"But if the treatment method is scientific enough, it doesn't have to be violent, right?" Spider-Man scratches his head, still feeling a bit unbearable, and says, "They are already sick, already very painful. Isn't it better to be gentle?"

"It should be gentle when providing hospice care, but the painful part of mental patients is that they are just crazy, not dying. The various measures taken by mental hospitals are to cure them and let them return to society."

"If you don't have expectations, of course you can coax them gently. But if you want to get the effect of treatment, you can only be strict, otherwise no one will take their medicine obediently."

Bruce looks at the screen again and says, "That's why I said this is the ultimate torture for a psychologist, because he can completely see that everything everyone does in this hospital is futile and cannot cure any real patient."

"And you seem to have a deep understanding of this." Arthur says.

"Of course, because I have experienced it personally." Bruce lowers his eyelids, covering the ripples caused by the screen's light in his eyes, and says, "The treatment process between psychologists and mental patients is often mutual torture, and they must torture each other."

"Because if one side gives in, as you said, becomes gentle, it doesn't mean the patient is cured, but that they have given up."

"Once a doctor gives up on treatment, they can naturally speak kindly to the patient; after all, whether the patient recovers or not has nothing to do with them anymore. Once a patient gives up on treatment, they can naturally brush off the doctor without any scruples, appearing as though they have fully recovered."

"And if they both give up from the beginning, treatment never starts, and naturally they can get along harmoniously and respect each other."

"Are you okay?" Batman sits at the head of Schiller's bed and says, "It seems this is an illusion, or maybe a dream."

"I remember we all fell asleep on the bus. This shouldn't be a coincidence, but a means for the other party to pull us into a dream. This game finally starts to become interesting." Schiller says.

"Why a mental hospital?" Batman answers himself, "The difficulty of the game is gradually escalating, and for us, little tricks of imitation and hiding are not worth mentioning. Perhaps this time the murderer wants to find the loopholes in our hearts."

"Have you stayed in a mental hospital?" Schiller asks Batman.

Batman's hand on the railing pauses. He says, "That was a long time ago. Alfred felt my mental state wasn't right and wanted to find me a doctor. That doctor's name was Hugo Strange."

"And then you never trusted any psychologist again."

"I don't trust any psychologist who hasn't mastered their craft."

Schiller laughs and says, "Do you still remember you said I hadn't mastered my craft before?"

"I still don't take back that statement." Batman reaches out and fills the paper cup beside Schiller with water and says, "There must be a moment in your life that fits this state, or have you been reciting Freud since you were born? Are you?"

"Then that really is not mastering the craft."

Schiller laughs low, looks at Batman, and says, "If you want to come to me to discuss how to break through this illusion, you might be disappointed, because I plan to live here for a while."

Schiller looks up at the bright ceiling and says, "Free ward, free medicine, careful treatment, comfortable environment. I think I can recuperate here for a year, use the medical insurance quota of someone I don't know, and repair my building before leaving."

"You're wrong, I'm not in a hurry either." Batman shakes his head and says, "The murderer seems to want to constantly deny our past, constantly say we are crazy, and let us prove we aren't crazy, but I passed the life stage of arguing with others about whether I'm crazy or not long ago."

"Very coincidental, so did I."

Schiller takes a paper cup with one hand that has been freed and clinks it with Batman's. The two are as comfortable and at ease as if they were having a picnic.

The next second, with a "bang," a figure crashes onto the balcony of Schiller's ward. Bat-Bane pushes open the window, looks back with some anger, and says:

"They actually said I'm crazy?! I think they are the ones who are truly crazy!" ===== CHAPTER 1914 =====