Chapter 1277 Say My Name (Part 2)

“Arkham…” Feng Bujue had excellent eyesight. He could see a paper notice on the opposite wall through the iron bars of the cell. Although the notice only had a few sentences for the guards, such as “No Smoking”, it was enough for him to get the information that “this place is Arkham Asylum”. Updated the fastest

"Well... Although the facilities in this place will be different in different eras and different story backgrounds, the cell I am in now is obviously not the type used for 'long-term detention'..." After confirming the location, Brother Jue began to check some details around him, "Although the walls of this cell are old, they are very clean. There are no traces of filth on the walls, and there are no scratches or anything like that; the toilet is the same. It looks very old, but the feces and urine stains inside are not very obvious, indicating that it is not used frequently... In addition to this thin bed, and the fact that I am not wearing a hospital gown..." He quickly came to a conclusion, "... Obviously, I should have just been arrested and am waiting for disposal in a 'temporary cell'..."

Dang, dang, dang...

Just as he was thinking, a rhythmic sound of knocking on metal came from the corridor from far to near.

After a little thought, Feng Bujue realized that this was the sound of the guards using their batons to lightly touch the iron bars of the cell.

This is a habit, and there is no special meaning. It is like when we were young, we liked to walk on the edge of the curb like walking on a balance beam, or touch the decorations on the top of each railing with our hands when passing a row of railings...

When we grow up, if we work in a monotonous, depressing, and uncomplicated environment, we may also develop similar habits; in a sense, this is also a form of self-relaxation of the brain.

Sure enough, not long after, a guard appeared at the door of Feng Bujue's cell. When the guard stood still, the knocking sound naturally stopped.

"Get up." The guard did not talk much to Brother Jue, and gave an order through the fence.

Since he had not received the main task yet, Feng Bujue did not want to act rashly, so after hearing the words, he stood up from the bed silently.

"Come here." The next order from the guard came soon.

Feng Bujue also did as he said, walked forward a few steps, and walked to the iron fence.

"Stretch out your hand." While the guard was speaking, he had already stretched his hand to his waist and took off a pair of handcuffs.

This time, Brother Jue hesitated.

"Two hands came out of the same gap..." After the guard took off the handcuffs, he saw that Brother Jue didn't move, so he reminded him.

Hearing this, Feng Bujue understood that the other party should want to take him out of the cell and escort him to somewhere, rather than play some dirty play through the cell door.

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

There was no conversation along the way. Feng Bujue was very obedient. He didn't ask the other party where he was going to be taken, nor did he take any resistance actions; rather than taking rash actions, he would rather quietly observe the environment and security of this lunatic asylum during this journey, just in case.

Unfortunately, there was no information worth collecting in the corridors he passed by. In addition to the camera probes installed in the corners of the ceiling, he could only see the closed doors on both sides of the corridor; there were only house numbers on those doors, no other signs, and it didn't look like these rooms were cells for patients.

After walking for a while and turning a few corners, Feng Bujue was brought into a room similar to an interrogation room.

In this rectangular small room of only more than ten square meters, there was a table and two stools. Of course, these three things were welded to the ground; there was a large mirror embedded on one wall of the room. Even a fool would know that it was a one-way glass; there was also a probe in the corner of the ceiling, which was obviously turned on at this time.

For Brother Jue, going in and out of this kind of room was just like going home... Whether in real life or in the game world, he had been arrested more than once, and being taken to this kind of room for questioning was commonplace.

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

After Feng Bujue sat down, the guard skillfully took out a pair of shackles 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 wore a pair of slightly old-fashioned black-framed glasses, and her long brown hair was tied up in a proper bun behind her head. Under her white coat was a decent shirt and suit skirt, and on her feet were a pair of high heels that were not too high. Even though her clothes and temperament were relatively conservative, her face and figure were still very eye-catching. Men who saw her for the first time usually looked at her twice, until they caught a glimpse of the luxurious diamond ring on her left ring finger, and then they would be slightly restrained.

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

"You are lying." In less than a second, Feng Bujue replied these three words without thinking.

"Why do you say that?" Dr. Quinn did not have any special reaction to Brother Jue's response, but just asked back very calmly.

"What you call 'asking a few questions' is, in plain words, a preliminary mental assessment of me in order to 'classify' me." Feng Bujue replied, "After you complete this work, I will be taken to 'where you think I should be taken', and then an indefinite period of 'detention and treatment' will begin. Until the next regular assessment, my situation will not change."

It must be said that Brother Jue is quite familiar with the various procedures of the mental hospital... After all, he has had rich personal experience.

"Wow~" Dr. Quinn's expression changed slightly when he heard this, "I am surprised. From the current conversation, your thoughts are very clear, your wording is very accurate, and you don't show any violent tendencies in your words."

"Is this strange?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.

"Heh..." Dr. Quinn chuckled, pulled out a few photos from the folder, and threw them on the table. "If you can explain... the profound intention of you rushing into the police station with a fire axe last night and hacking at everyone you saw, and trying to fight the entire law enforcement department on your own... this matter will not be surprising."

As she said this, Jue Ge's eyes had moved to those photos.

The image quality of these photos was very poor, and they all looked like they were intercepted from video surveillance; but even though the photos were not very clear, it was still possible to see that this was a scene of a man in a purple long suit hacking people with an axe.

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

"Hmm..." Who is Feng Bujue? It's just a show of force to use this trick with him.

After only a moment of hesitation, Jue Ge put on a puzzled face and asked, "The person holding the axe in the photo... is it me?"

Dr. Quinn did not answer this question because she thought it was meaningless nonsense.

If the person asking this question really doesn't remember doing it, it means that he has mental problems and he won't remember anything even if he answers; and if the person asking this question is asking knowingly, then there is no need to answer.

Dr. Quinn exhaled from his nose, frowned, and continued, "Let's start from the beginning... Do you remember your name?"

"Jack (Jack)." Feng Bujue replied.

"Jack... what?" Dr. 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 considered a privilege of mental patients.

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

These "routine questions" must be asked. Only by establishing a baseline for the patient's cognitive and thinking level through these questions can their symptoms be further analyzed.

"I think this is unfair, doctor." But Feng Bujue did not continue to answer.

"What's unfair?" Doctor Quinn continued.

"It's unfair that I'm the only one who is telling my story." Feng Bujue said.

"What?" Doctor Quinn looked down at the word "jack" that he had filled in on a form ten seconds ago, and pursed his lips. "Besides a name that needs to be verified, what else did you tell me?"

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

"For example...'Doctor-patient confidentiality agreement'?" Doctor Quinn continued.

"Ha!" Feng Bujue laughed at that time, "The one-way glass behind you, the recorder in your coat pocket, and the probe in the corner of the ceiling tell me... the doctor-patient confidentiality agreement should be called bull** in Arkham."

"What do you want?" Dr. Quinn said, "A certificate of mental health?"

"No, I don't want that." Feng Bujue said, "If you prove that my mental health is completely normal, then I will not go to the lunatic asylum but the police station... Considering that more than a dozen police officers went to the hospital and the funeral home last night, I don't think it's wise to deal with the police now."

Here, he paused and said, "Dr. Quinn, I have a suggestion..." He tilted his head, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, "For every question I answer, you answer one question for me, so... I think it's fairer."

"Then... can you tell me... what reason do I have to agree to your request?" Dr. Quinn replied.

"You can refuse." Feng Bujue said, "In that case, our conversation will end here; I will go back to my cell to continue thinking about life, and you will go back to your office, write "the patient refuses to communicate" in the report, and then hand this seemingly perfunctory report to the police to see if they will be satisfied."

After saying this, Dr. Quinn hesitated, and her expression clearly showed this.

After all, she is just a doctor, not an actor, and 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 questions I ask offend you or you don't want to answer, you can refuse to respond; conversely, I may not answer all the questions you ask."

Brother Jue advanced in an orderly manner, step by step approaching the other party's psychological defense line.

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

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

"How old are you? Where are you from?" Dr. Quinn asked something that the other party had not answered before.

"Twenty-five years old, from metropolis." Feng Bujue answered quickly. He could have answered "I don't know where I come from." But if he responded with such an answer from the beginning, it would be easy. This causes the other party to respond negatively, which in turn will prevent you from obtaining further information.

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

"This is already another question, doctor." Feng Bujue would not let the other party lead him. He immediately said, "You have to answer my question first before you can ask a question."

Dr. Quinn looked helpless, paused for a second, and then said, "Just ask."

"What is your husband's name and what is his occupation?" Feng Bujue almost blurted out. It seemed that he had already thought about what to ask.

Facing this rather unexpected question, Dr. Quinn was slightly startled. After a brief hesitation, her eyes lowered instinctively, resting on the wedding ring in her hand for a second, and then looked at Brother Jue, trying to discern some intention from his eyes.

Of course, details like this cannot escape Feng Bujue's eyes...

If Dr. Quinn is an expert in analyzing mental illness, Feng Bujue is a master in seeing through people's hearts. Whether it is slight changes in the corners of the eyebrows or eyes, slight movements of the limbs, or even swallowing of saliva, etc., they are all reflections of Dr. Quinn's inner activities... Through these, Brother Jue can even roughly deduce the other party's thinking process.

"Don't think too much, doctor." Feng Bujue, who had seen through the other party's thoughts, added after two seconds, "I won't do anything to your family. I'm just curious about which lucky man will marry To a beauty like you who is both beautiful and intelligent.”

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

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