[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"..." Jack was silent for a few minutes, and finally said blankly, "To be honest, Bat, I'm homophobic."

"Don't just understand the surface, this sentence has other meanings." Batman was also expressionless.

Of course I know, the head of the Arkham fan group confessed to the classic line of idols - "You make me complete".

As for the titles "Dear" and "My Little Mister", the clown... how should I put it, he has a flirtatious tone to everyone, not only to Batman, but also to Batman in the early animations. Superman has a "Muffle" in one bite, and can "Dear Luthor, my heart, my baby, don't talk, kiss me" when facing the bald Luthor. unfamiliar.

Whether the clown is gay is not worth discussing. Obviously, sexuality has no meaning to him, he is just a bat.

Jack lowered his head and sighed: "Bat, what day is it today?"

"December 6."

Well, nearly ten days have passed in one fell swoop.

The analysis, sorting and experimentation of drugs are all big projects. Large listed pharmaceutical companies will even spend several years conducting drug experiments to determine its therapeutic effect, applicable population and toxic and side effects. This also requires a large amount of experimental data and medical researchers. to support.Batman's ability to compress several years of work to ten days alone is the limit. He has no dissatisfaction, but feels that ten days pass when his eyes are closed and opened. The speed of time passing is too unreal.

There were only the two of them in the ward, and Batman took a step forward, unfastening the straps on his hands, allowing his two arms to move freely, while the rest of them were still tightly fastened.Jack took the drug report from him and flipped through a few pages: "Two kinds of drugs?"

In the last century, Nazi Germany secretly established the Department of Medical Research.One of the doctors, Douglas Raphael, was commissioned to develop the so-called "high-speed thinking drug".

In his experimental report, he stated that the brain used by humans today is still the brain of hominids 20 years ago. In the long process of human evolution, the brain has almost no obvious evolutionary characteristics, even from Homo sapiens. A part of it has shrunk in the long history of human beings, although the reason may be that the brain is too large to threaten the pregnant mother, cause dystocia, and endanger the reproduction process of human beings.But it is undeniable that the brain should still be in a rough primitive state. The purpose of the experiment is to stimulate and develop the brain, making the human brain more "refined" and "modern".

Douglas believes that the essence of thinking is the connection of the ganglion in the brain, which is carried out through the current signal on the nerve cells, and the speed of thinking is also linked to the speed of signal transmission on the ganglion.If the activity of the brain is converted into electrical energy, the power of a human being is equivalent to that of a 12-watt light bulb when he is fully thinking. Such power can support the wisdom known to humans so far. There is no reason why the human brain cannot do more.So can a drug be developed to increase the speed of signal transmission, so as to speed up thinking?

This is the "speed thinking" experiment.

From the current medical point of view, this experiment has no theoretical basis at all. In fact, scientists have not yet figured out the mechanism of the brain's operation. However, Dr. Douglas obtained the experimental funds from the authorities by virtue of this nonsense.He developed a theoretical thought-accelerating drug. Experiments showed that this drug can indeed make mice more active, a large number of blood vessels in the brain proliferate, and their memory and computing power have also been significantly improved. However, every person who took the drug The mice were hyperactive and eventually died of it.

Douglas measured various data and finally found that they were starved to death.On the road of evolution, the brain is actually just a luxury organ, because it consumes a lot of energy. The brain of modern people only accounts for 2% of the body weight, but consumes 20% of the total energy.The brains of the mice given the drug consume more energy. Even if they are smarter, they have no competitive advantage. In order to supply the overheated CPU, they spend most of their time looking for food, and the energy is concentrated in the brain to make other cells in the body Malnourished, they end up being burned alive by their energy-hungry brains.

Another drug dates back to the Cold War period after World War II.

A physiologist conducted experiments on dogs. He used various drugs to interfere with the development of the brain in the embryo, cut off the connection of the left and right brains, and made them independent, changing from one brain to two relatively small brains.

This is obviously influenced by the hypothesis that "the brain has a clear and independent division of labor" at that time. In his opinion, if the experiment is successful, he will get two brains that think independently. Individuals are smarter, and if the two brains can be alternately rested, perhaps humans will no longer need sleep.Of course, the experiment was not successful. He did cut off the connection between the left and right brains, but it turned all the experimental animals into mentally handicapped people who could not take care of themselves.Most of the experimental animals can't stand, breathe, swallow, become incontinent, even lose basic senses, and have no response to pain.

"This medical report looks like a fantasy novel." Jack handed the report to Batman, "These two drugs made me appear?"

Batman nodded, and picked up the two CT scans on the table: "The data show that it did have an effect on you. If I'm not wrong, you made the bottle of medicine at the beginning."

"I'm not him, call me Jack." Jack closed his eyes, "Does that mean there is no pharmaceutical factory producing it now?"

It seems that the medicine this time did not come from the assembly line of the pharmaceutical factory, but a product of the laboratory, maybe it was made by Batman himself, no wonder he saw that the size of the pills was not regular.

"You don't have to worry about that."

"Okay, no problem, I remember the last time I was awake for six hours, but I can't confirm the amount of medicine I took. Now how often should I take these two medicines?"

Batman glanced at him: "There are more than two."

"what?"

Batman pushed the trolley to the hospital bed, and let Jack see 5 different medicine bottles lined up in the iron tray: "Both psychotropic drugs have toxic side effects. Liver, kidney, and cardiovascular." Batman pointed to those medicine bottles, and introduced their functions one by one, in a flat tone: "Anti-coagulation, lowering blood pressure, detoxification, protecting kidneys, and relieving liver pressure."

"Oh my God..." Jack felt a headache when he saw the big handful of pills, "I must have hated taking pills when I was a kid."

"Take it every four hours."

"all?"

"all."

"And at sleep time?"

"Yes."

Jack sighed again. "I hope our Gotham sweetheart will reimburse me for the alarm clock."

Batman didn't have any expression, his lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, half of his face was hidden under the steel-like mask, like another frozen mask covering his face: "I will."

"So now I'm his jailer?" Jack licked the corner of his itchy mouth.

"Yes." Batman gave him a deep look. At that time, he didn't understand what was hidden in that look, "I will work hard for you in the future. Be brave, Jack."

"Don't be so serious, it's really boring, I can tell you a joke. There was a man once, he walked into a pet shop—" Jack turned his head, there was no one around, the traditional art of the damn bat family Yes, he should have expected, "Oh, okay."

Half an hour later, the underground of Wayne Manor, the Bat Cave.

"Are you still thinking about this?" Alfred stepped out of the escalator, looked at the screen of the bat computer, and two deformed brain models slowly turned.

His enemies devote all their energy to studying Batman, and Batman also spends a lot of time studying his madmen.A few years ago, Wayne Group launched a large number of medical projects, including but not limited to: collecting a large number of brain models of criminals and volunteers, injecting funds into several famous psychiatric research institutes, creating medical professional journals to solicit papers from internationally renowned scholars, and developing new medical methods and psychotropic drugs, etc.This project is named "Venus Project", which aims to clarify the pathological significance of the madness of each lunatic, clinically cure these evil criminals who do not repent, and bring new hope to Gotham shrouded in darkness.

In the past few years, Bruce established a relatively conceptual brain model through the data provided by CT, MRI and thermal imaging systems, and roughly summarized some functional systems of the human brain through massive pathological data calculations.The input medical records include normal people, pornography/crazy, rape/rapists, domestic/violent people, smokers, alcoholics, pedophiles/addicts, drug addicts, hepatic encephalopathy patients, violent tendencies Gangsters, serial murderers, criminals who have been in prison for many times, late-stage rabies patients, sociopaths, mental patients, depression patients, famous scholars, artists... More than 60 people.

"Look here." Bruce pressed a few buttons, and two identical, left-right asymmetrical brain models were displayed on the screen. It was manually divided into several pieces, and each piece was marked with a different color to distinguish it. With different data written, he tapped the two most obvious red places with a ballpoint pen, "These two places, H-97 and G-8, have the most obvious changes before and after medication."

Alfred took a few glances: "Let's just say the conclusion."

"The relatively active people in H-97 are university professors, researchers, and scholars who have made outstanding contributions in the professional field; while the relatively active people in G-8," Bruce paused, "serial murderers, ogres, ... Criminals, corpse rapists, kidnappers, drug addicts for many years, sociopaths, domestic violence victims, child abusers..."

"That is to say, H-97 is smart, and G-8 is anti-social? After taking the medicine, the anti-social part of him changed and became a normal person. He no longer thinks about crime, and his IQ is not as high as before. Overall, it's getting better." Alfred turned around and poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Bruce, "We finally waited until the day when our patient recovered. I thought we would never be able to wait forever."

Bruce was silent for a moment: "It's the opposite."

"what?"

"The fact is the opposite. In the past, the activity levels of these two parts of the clown far exceeded that of ordinary people. I think this is the culprit of his pathological criminal desire. After taking the medicine, the overall activity level of the brain has increased to varying degrees, but H-97 and G -8 is more active than other areas," Bruce swiped the screen a few times, and a more obvious histogram popped up, two of which were significantly higher than the others. "H-97 has increased by 3 times. And G-8, 8.1 times."

Alfred stared at the figures: "You mean, he became even crazier after taking the medicine?"

"Yes, so we can't trust him." Bruce raised his head, looked at the brain that was constantly turning on the screen, and his eyes were illuminated by the faint blue light: "He is scarier than the clown."

Bruce remembered a fight he had with the Joker a long time ago.

As usual, the clown was punched by him a few times, rolled on the ground a few times, and fell on the rubble pile, gasping for breath, and every time he took a breath, a mouthful of blood rolled out, as if his lung had a hole.He reached into the lining of his coat with his hand, raised his left/wheel/gun, and aimed at Batman, but only heard a burst of wind, and the sharp bat dart directly knocked out his hand/gun, followed by another bat mark After that, the clown's palm was pierced and nailed to the wall.

Blood gushed out, and the clown let out a sharp scream. Batman pounced on him again, put the arm of his moving hand on his knee, and folded it down forcefully. Fresh twigs.

"Hey,...ha, ha, ha,...hahahaha, bat, you know what, I remembered a truth," the clown still had a distorted smiling face, but it was covered in blood and he was in a mess, "Once upon a time A great man... said, said... what is the pinnacle of madness?"

The clown spit out a mouthful of blood foam, raised his neck, and laughed wildly: "The extreme of madness is that you are not crazy at all! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"