I'm just acting like a pervert, I'm actually a good prisoner

"Good morning, Dr. Winston."

On Monday morning, accompanied by the greetings of the beautiful nurse, Dr. Edward Winston arrived at Arkham Asylum.

"Oh, good morning, Miss Grace, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are still so radiant."

"Haha, Dr. Winston says this every time he comes."

"That's because you always make me shine."

"Okay, don't make trouble with me, the dean is waiting for you, he said he has something to tell you."

The nurse's cheeks were flushed, and she led people into the door with bright eyes.

Arkham Asylum is located in the old town of Gotham City, a long distance from the city center. In order to catch up with this diagnosis and treatment in time, Edward left home very early. If it weren't for his girlfriend's arrival last night, he actually wanted to come yesterday.

The two walked along the way, and Edward watched the nurse use facial recognition to take him through about ten airlock doors before arriving at the dean's office in Arkham.

"It's really depressing here. How are you feeling after working here all the time?"

"Neither good nor bad, it's just a job."

"That's right. If you need it, you can submit an application on the smart brain and let me do psychological counseling for you once a month. In order to see you more often, I'm still happy to do some extra work."

"Haha, I'll do it if necessary."

After bidding farewell to this handsome and humorous psychologist, the nurse left with a smile on her face.

"Knock knock knock--"

"Come in."

"It turns out to be Dr. Winston. You're here really early."

"Good morning, Dean Sharp. I'm always punctual for the work assigned by the smart brain."

The brown-haired man walked into the room with a smile and sat down comfortably on the chair in front of the dean.

"Did you know about this patient beforehand?"

"After reading the introduction and video you sent me, I didn't see any other problems with this person except his origin."

The introduction was very brief, saying only that this person suddenly appeared at the border of Gotham City a month ago. After being detected by the intelligent brain, the guards who arrived and questioned him found that he could not tell the purpose and origin of entering Gotham City, and he also showed a certain degree of aggressiveness. Therefore, he was locked up in Arkham Asylum under the judgment of the intelligent brain.

And the video was even more boring. It was this person in contact with a female patient in the hospital. The two just sat together for a few minutes and then left. Nothing else happened.

Seeing Edward's indifferent expression, Dean Sharp's face became serious.

"Doctor Winston, the patient who had contact with this person in the video was found to have committed suicide in the ward the day before yesterday. He cut his throat with a spoon."

"Spoon?"

Edward looked puzzled, "How can someone commit suicide with a spoon?"

"He slid the edge back and forth. The forensic examination said that the patient tried hundreds of times before he succeeded."

"Oh my God, then you should change the spoons in the cafeteria here."

"Doctor Winston! This is not the point!"

Dean Sharp slapped the table to stop Edward's unreliable remarks.

If Edward had not been assigned by the intelligent brain and his diagnosis and treatment success rate was almost 100%, he would probably doubt whether this famous psychiatrist was competent.

The last time Edward came to the mental hospital was a year ago. At that time, the dean was not Mr. Quincy Sharp, so this was the first time the two had a face-to-face conversation.

Seeing that the dean was a little unhappy, Edward also sat up straight, touched his chin and thought: "Do you think that the death of this patient is related to the patient this time?"

"Yes, before they came into contact, the patient's condition had improved and his suicidal tendencies had significantly subsided, but he committed suicide immediately after coming into contact with him. Although the smart brain detected that this person did not leave his ward at that time, my intuition tells me that there must be some connection between them."

"Aha, intuition."

Edward shook his head and his expression became serious.

"Excuse me, Mr. Dean, I don't believe in any intuition, I only believe in my professional level. I will have a good talk with this patient, but I will not mention this matter rashly. I hope you can understand."

"I understand. Now I will let him out first."

"Let him out? What did you do to him?"

"It's just a precaution. After the patient died, I locked him up in the punishment room to prevent him from continuing to contact other people."

"Ha, after so long, I still can't accept the style of your mental hospital."

Edward shook his head and stood up, following Dean Sharp to the treatment room dedicated to psychological counseling.

This is a warm room with large floor-to-ceiling windows, unlike other rooms.Covered by railings, soft and comfortable sofas and warm colors, you can feel the relief of the soul just by entering the door.

But how relaxed it looks on the surface, how strict the supervision is behind the scenes.

The seemingly unprotected floor-to-ceiling windows are actually made of the strongest glass, and there are always guards guarding the invisible places outside the window. There are no sharp objects in the house to ensure that patients cannot hurt others or themselves.

The white walls seem to be empty, but in fact, the scene in the house can be seen directly from the back. After Dean Sharp greeted Edward, he entered the next room to ensure that the entire diagnosis and treatment process was presented under his eyes.

Edward has long been accustomed to this situation. According to his own preferences, he moved the two sofas to the window, keeping a certain distance between the sofas, and then sat on the sofa near the door.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.

Edward did not get up, but directly said loudly, "Come in."

In fact, under normal circumstances, when treating patients, he would get up and greet them, so that the patients could feel his kindness, so that he could break the other party's defense in the subsequent diagnosis and treatment.

But for this patient, Edward decided not to do so.

Although he did not care much about this consultation when he mentioned it to Dean Sharp, he had actually watched the video over and over again dozens of times in private.

He remembered what the two people in it said, what actions they took, and how their expressions were.

It was precisely because he watched it so many times that he understood that the death of the patient must be related to this person.

Not getting up was to create a sense of oppression in status. Generally, patients with high IQs like this cannot accept being ignored or suppressed by others, and in this suppressed state, these people are very likely to expose their inner thoughts.

The knocking stopped and the door was opened.

A figure appeared in front of Edward surrounded by caregivers.

The face, which was mostly covered by the metal hoop mouth, only revealed a pair of black and blue eyes. After seeing Edward sitting inside, it slowly pulled up a slight arc.