American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

"This is an opportunity." Kayla, a female CIA agent, said while steering the steering wheel: "We have lost a game about the Philby list before, if we can get the Quinn family to collude with the Mexican drug lords this time. evidence, then we can hand in a satisfactory answer before the next congress."

The black Leila, who was sitting in the co-pilot, sighed and said, "The black movement has failed. There is no other revolutionary force in this land. We are struggling alone and are struggling..."

"Are you scared?" Kayla asked, and Lila stroked the corner of her brow. "Maybe, I've been disappointed too many times, and it's not bad this time."

"I'm sorry, I can't shake Moscow's decision, the tragedy of the Black Panther Party shouldn't have happened, but..." Kayla shook her head, obviously feeling very sorry for the oppression of black communists in this country. .

Lila showed no expression. He said, "Perhaps, we all know that there are some things that are different, but you don't want to admit it. I dare to say that the person who takes office ten days later will disappoint you."

"New change means new hope. Change is always a good thing, isn't it?" Kayla stopped the car on the side of the road. The two got out of the car and looked up at the house number of the tall building in front of them. It says "Quinn Building".

In the guest room of the Beverly Hotel in Los Angeles, Hal sighed, looked at Schiller and said, "You have to find a way to help him, since we came back from Mexico, Oliver hasn't said a word or talked to anyone. I don’t even eat when I communicate, I can’t go on like this…”

Hal glanced outside the door. On the sofa in the living room, Arthur sat next to Oliver and kept comforting him, but it was of no use. Oliver just sat there blankly, saying nothing and not responding.

"This state of stupor should be a state of self-protection that the brain instinctively produces after the mind is stimulated. If we want to break this state, we must carry out in-depth treatment, but are you sure he can accept this kind of treatment?" Schiller asked. road.

"As you just said, this is an unsolved problem. The Quin family has cooperated with drug lords for so many years and has earned a lot of wealth from them, and Oliver grew up under the nourishment of this wealth. Yes, this is irreversible." Schiller also looked at Oliver and said.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't let Gallardo talk so much." Hal sighed, but soon he shook his head again and said, "No, sooner or later, he will know, if he returns now Quinn family, take over the family business, then he will definitely discover these sinful transactions."

"What do you think he was thinking? Is he trying to accept that?" Schiller asked.

"Because I found that he didn't intend to accept it at all, so I hope you can enlighten him. If this continues, you and I know what will happen." Hal put his hand on Schiller's shoulder and said: "Judging from his performance along the way, Oliver is a good guy, otherwise he wouldn't have been deeply miserable for it. I really hope you can help him, Schiller..."

Schiller patted Hal's arm and said, "I'll try my best."...

When Schiller walked to the sofa, Hal pulled Arthur away, and the two of them left the room and went to the restaurant downstairs for dinner, leaving only Schiller and Oliver in the room.

When Schiller was sitting opposite Oliver, Oliver raised his eyes and glanced at Schiller, his eyes were very dull, and then he slowly lowered his eyes and looked away.

"I know, you don't want to see a psychiatrist now, and you don't think I can answer your confusion." Schiller poured Oliver a glass of water and said, "However, before that, you should drink some water first. Must be a little dehydrated."

Schiller handed the cup to Oliver, but Oliver didn't respond. Looking at the clear water in the cup, ripples were rippling under the slight shaking. Oliver showed a frightened expression. He leaned back and began to scream continuously. gas.

"Calm down, Oliver, what you see isn't real, it's an illusion." Schiller stood up quickly and took the umbrella from the side. Just as he turned around and came back, Oliver pushed aside the coffee table in front of him. He fell to the ground, struggling desperately.

He kept throwing his fists and roaring: "Get out of the way! Get away from me! You damned criminals, don't come here!

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"No...no...I didn't...you're right, I am who I am, and I killed you...The sea, that sea, the red sea, the blood..."

Oliver started trembling and weeping, tears and snot flowing down continuously, but he was not crying, it was a physiological tear, he seemed to be unable to control his own organs.

Schiller stepped forward, stood in front of him, tapped the ground with the handle of his umbrella, and said, "Those are hallucinations. You are in the hotel, not the sea. Overcome it, don't be manipulated by it..."

The veins on Oliver's neck burst out, and he kept curling up and relaxing his body in place, grabbing the wrist of the other with one hand, restraining his movements?

Seeing this situation, Schiller sighed, took out the stored tranquilizer from the gray fog, and planned to inject Oliver.

Without the restriction of not being able to use special abilities, Schiller directly turned into a gray fog, pressed Oliver, and injected the tranquilizer. in a state of stress.

This situation is not uncommon. Sometimes, patients with mental illness will be in a state of extreme excitement. In this state, human muscle restrictions will be lifted, strength will become incomparable, and mental activity will also be reduced. can be very high, common tranquilizers won't work, and can be dangerous if overdose.

At this time, in order to prevent hurting others and preventing the patient from hurting himself, some anesthesia drugs will be used to anesthetize the patient, which can effectively slow down their actions, but this requires a professional anesthesiologist to determine that the dose of the drug will not cause harm.

Although Schiller has anesthesia, he does not have the knowledge of anesthesia. If he uses chemical anesthesia, it may hurt Oliver. Therefore, he intends to adopt a more ancient method of anesthesia, which is physical anesthesia. …

While Oliver was lying on the ground and trembling, Schiller raised his umbrella and hit Oliver directly on the neck. He controlled the strength, and with a "bang", Oliver fainted.

Schiller sighed and moved Oliver to the sofa. After more than 20 minutes, Oliver woke up, just woke up, he was a little excited, Schiller had to knock him unconscious again, after repeated three times, Oliver Finally regained some sense of sanity.

Schiller put the umbrella aside, sat on the sofa opposite, looked at Oliver lying on the sofa and said, "You are the most difficult patient I have ever seen, not only psychological therapy, but also physical therapy..."

Oliver opened his mouth. He wanted to speak, but the long-term dehydration made his throat extremely dry and hoarse. The words he wanted to say were blocked in his throat and turned into a jerky dry cough.

"Cough...cough..." Oliver coughed hard, and finally turned into retching. With his hands on the ground, he turned back to the sofa with effort, staring at the ceiling blankly.

During this period of time, he experienced physical torture and mental wear and tear, and at this time he was extremely weak.

"Thank you..." Oliver finally said the first syllable, "but I don't need comfort, just leave me alone for a while."

"Yes, you don't need comfort, and I'm not going to comfort you, I'm here to treat you..."

"I don't need treatment." Oliver said again: "I'm not sick, it's not me who is sick, thank you, doctor, go away."

Schiller picked up the water glass again, handed it to Oliver and said, "Let's have a drink first, we can talk, you can say anything you have any questions, I'm very patient to listen..."

Oliver sat up from the sofa, he picked up the water glass, drank all the water in one go, and coughed a few times, then he said, "Thank you, I'm fine, I'll be fine soon... "

Looking at his trembling arms, Schiller also took a sip of water from the water glass, and said, "If you don't want to chat, then drink more water, and then go eat something to replenish your strength, it's been too long. Eating."

Yes, I will go, but I just want to be alone right now. "Oliver was very autistic. He kept answering, but he didn't give any answers, didn't start a topic, and didn't have any desire to talk. For a psychiatrist, this is the most difficult situation to deal with.

"Can you tell me about your current doubts? Maybe I can give some different answers?"

Schiller kept asking Oliver, but he just didn't say anything, and he was often distracted, and his attention was very distracted. Schiller could see that every time he was distracted, he was actually thinking about the previous things. is a very bad signal.

All the states of stress trauma are reflected in Oliver, stupor, re-experiencing, panic, emotional closure, refusal to communicate. Generally speaking, in this case, the doctor will let the patient calm down for a period of time before treatment.

But ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Oliver may not be able to wait. First, he suffered serious injuries while surviving on the deserted island, and then went on a water and hunger strike. After two more days, he was afraid that he would go into shock.

At that time, the extremely depressed physiological state will lead to a more unstable mental state. At that time, the stress trauma may be transformed into a permanent mental trauma. If you want to treat it, it will be troublesome.

After Schiller repeatedly tried to no avail, he sighed deeply and decided to change the way.

Schiller stood up, walked back to the room, and took out his suitcase. He took out a few books and a file bag. When he got back to the sofa, he put the pile of things heavy. put it on the coffee table with a "bang" sound.

Oliver, who was opposite him, looked at him dully, and Schiller sat opposite Oliver again, pressing his hand on the pile of books and saying:

"Re-introduction, Schiller Rodriguez, secret agent of the Sixteenth Bureau of the Soviet National Security Council, KGB agent..."

Schiller lengthened his tone and said:

"...a communist."