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

"Dr. Winston, how do you feel? Is this patient mentally normal?"

The head nurse and the dean have come out of the room and stood with Edward.

"This patient's situation is very complicated. Before he mentioned those things, I judged that he had no mental problems, and even behaved more charmingly than ordinary people. But those words later made me feel that he had signs of paranoia and schizophrenia. The former story and the latter story are very separate, and they don't seem to happen to the same person."

Edward looked solemn in front of the lady for the first time, but he didn't care at this time.

"But in the process of telling these stories, he was very sober, not as emotional as ordinary paranoid patients, eager to make others believe themselves, but from beginning to end, he didn't show any emotion, as if he was talking about other people's things."

"So what do you mean, he is lying?"

The head nurse guessed based on the meaning revealed in Edward's words.

"At present, this is the case."

Edward answered cautiously.

"It seems that he doesn't believe you."

Dean Sharp spoke, and the words he said made Edward uncomfortable.

"Since the intelligent brain has assigned this job to me, it means that there is no one better than me among the candidates. I hope Mr. Dean can give me some time. I will try my best to dig out his hidden secrets."

Edward smiled and assured Sharp.

Today's treatment ended here. There was no office for Edward in the mental hospital. He could only leave the mental hospital and return to his car.

The wristband on his wrist has been ringing the alarm since just now. The intelligent brain detected that his heart rate was not normal. According to his activity analysis, he should go to his psychologist for a check-up.

Edward turned off the alarm, made an appointment with the intelligent brain for a consultation, and closed his eyes in the car seat to rest.

Every citizen of Gotham City is assigned a psychologist. The monthly consultation will detect the recent emotional fluctuations of the citizens, find out the factors that affect normal life, and avoid the emergence of criminals from the root.

This is also one of the reasons why the crime rate in Gotham City has dropped sharply. Even though some people questioned that this was a control of citizens' minds at the beginning, due to the remarkable results, under the strong promotion of the mayor, this policy has been popularized within a year, and citizens have begun to get used to having all their activities arranged by the intelligent brain.

Edward opened his eyes as his heart rate gradually calmed down.

His current state is completely different from when he was in the mental hospital. In the eyes of outsiders, he is a humorous, handsome and professional psychologist. It seems that no matter when, he greets everyone he meets with a smile, bringing joy and peace of mind to others.

But occasionally he will be like this, his mood will be inexplicably low, but there is no reason to find the reason.

When facing a psychologist, Edward will hide this side. As the best psychologist, he knows how to avoid those targeted questions.

The conversation just now consumed a lot of his energy. Generally, the conversation will last about an hour, but just now, only half an hour has passed, and he took the initiative to end it.

As he had expected at the beginning, this patient had no problems in consciousness and thinking. He knew clearly what he was saying and doing, and was very good at using words to guide other people's thinking and make them step into the trap set in advance.

He mentioned the cafeteria at the beginning because he wanted to use this scene to remind him of the patient who committed suicide, and wanted to see what Xie Qi thought about this woman who was most likely to commit suicide because of him.

Generally, prisoners who deliberately lead people to commit suicide usually keep thinking about it after success, and can't help showing off to others. Even if they don't say it, they will show a little pride on their faces.

But this person didn't, he seemed to not hear what he said, and asked directly, which proved that he didn't want to expose his inner heart.

And after mentioning his family, he mentioned about the murderer father, the cannibal family, and the inexplicable sea accident that appeared later. Edward didn't know how much of it was true and how much was false.

Maybe it's all true, maybe it's all false.

If it was an ordinary psychologist, it might be like what he just said to the dean, this patient is likely to suffer from paranoia and schizophrenia, and can't distinguish between fantasy and reality.

But Edward analyzed Sheqi's words, expressions and body movements and found that the patient was completely awake when he spoke, and he clearly understood how his words sounded to others.

It can be said that he deliberately played tricks on them, confusing others with words, and then observing and appreciating their expressions.

He is not a mental patient, but a psychopath.

That is, what is commonly known as antisocialpersonality.

Lack of empathy and remorse, pleasure seeking, habitual manipulation, and pathological lying.

Edward leaned his forehead on the steering wheel and put his hands on both sides of his body.

There was a decoration in front of the car, which was given to him by his girlfriend.

A funny clown with a red nose and scarlet lips, green hair combed back like him, and a red hat.

'Only a smile can bring joy to the world. '

Before leaving, the patient's words still lingered in his ears.

Smile? Does he like to laugh?

When his girlfriend gave him this clown decoration, she also said that he was like this clown, always bringing her joy.

He also joked with her at the time, saying whether he was so ugly? But his girlfriend said that it had nothing to do with appearance, the clown had the saddest heart in the world, but left all the laughter to the world.

'Didn't you like clowns the most when you were a child? '

It is both the king of playing cards and the clown in reality.

Edward raised his head, stared at the clown's pulled mouth corners, and pulled his own mouth corners slowly.

Suddenly, he woke up with a start.

He found that he had been here for too long, and even the smart brain on his wrist began to remind him that he had the next schedule.

So Edward started the car and left Arkham Asylum behind him.

When he came here again, it was three days later.

He put the clown ornament in his pocket, and even he himself didn't understand what he was thinking.

He also greeted Miss Grace and was taken into the asylum.

Most of their conversations on the way back this time revolved around his patients, which was also the purpose of his trip.

"That patient is really a charming gentleman. Every time I see him, he will give me a flower."

The nurse who had always been fond of Edward was radiant at this time, and chattered to Edward about her love for another man.

"It's so sad. Didn't Miss Grace like me very much? How come you changed your mind so quickly?"

Edward pretended to be hurt and said with a wronged look.

"Haha, Dr. Winston is also very charming. I suddenly found that you two are quite similar. Of course, I'm not talking about appearance... Oh, I'm not saying you're ugly, you're both very handsome! It's a feeling..."

Edward smiled and listened to the nurse's thoughts along the way, and didn't comment again.

When they arrived at the last clinic, his patient had already arrived.

But there was more than one person in the room, including the male nurse, a group of nurses and nurses were all in it, and the people surrounded by them could not be seen at all.

"Everyone stop for a moment, my psychiatrist is here, let's continue when we go back."

A voice that had been haunting Edward for three days like a nightmare sounded.