Is this guard new here, so ignorant of the rules?
What else is called signing, when he is receiving the courier?
Brandt straightened up, ending the clattering state of the chair.Omir breathed a sigh of relief and touched his hot face.Mrs.
Nice.saved.In view of the arrival of new patients, the previous dean was autistic and didn't care about anything, and most of them were taken over by the chief of guards, but since the dean has changed, there should be a new atmosphere, so Alan sent a new guard to call Brant over.After a while, the guard sneakily ran back, and his face was very pitiful.Alan asked: What's wrong with you?
The guard said aggrievedly: I'm finished.Alan asked solemnly: Did you provoke the clown?
The guard was taken aback: Sir, why are you cursing me!
How could I possibly do such a terrible thing!
Allen: So what the hell is going on?
The guard said pitifully: Am I going to lose my job?
What did I see in the dean's office?
Alan asked.It's nothing.Brant happened to arrive and stopped someone from ruining his reputation: It's okay, it's a misunderstanding, what about the new patient you said?
I'll see Alan frowned, he hates this kind of bad feeling of eating melons and eating half of them the most.But at this point, eating melons is destined to be uneaten, so Alan had to let the nervous guards step back, and he took Brant to the interrogation room to receive new patients.It was a very young boy, who did not look to be more than 18 years old, but his expression was very violent, and his eyes were full of fear and shrinkage, and he looked very contradictory.The police officer who sent him explained his situation: it was his parents who reported the case, saying that he had never been able to control his temper, had been beating them for many years, and had even used knives and guns on the last few occasions, and this time he had shot his father in the leg with a shotgun, so they couldn't stand it anymore and sent him to prison.Brandt said: Since he was not taken in prison, but came to Arkham, it proves that he has a mental problem.The police officer said: The psychiatrist who tested him confirmed that he had a tendency to be violent at intervals, and that he was suspected of having suffered from severe childhood obsessive-compulsive disorder in early childhood, which was not relieved by timely treatment.Brandt said: It's a problem with the brain.Mr.
Policeman, please excuse me, I would like to give the patient a simple test treatment first.The police officer asked strangely: Treatment?
Isn't it okay to take them into custody?
Brandt said: Of course not.He walked over to the boy who was cuffed to the chair and kept shrinking back, and slowly put his arm on his shoulder: Arkham had a unique admission ceremony that had not yet taken place.The police officer left in a daze, and Alan looked at him stunned: We have an admission ceremony?
How did I not know?
Now there is.Brant controlled the conscious tentacles up and down, and quickly grasped the structure of his brain: it was indeed a brain injury, but his problem was much simpler, just a neurotransmitter disorder, and believe me, it would be solved soon.Alan asked hesitantly: How fast is it soon?
Then Brant stood up straight and retreated to his side: done.Allan:?
The boy looked at them blankly, and Alan said incredulously: Solved?
Five minutes, maybe three?
Brandt rightly said: I said, his question is simple?
It's just that the obsessive-compulsive disorder in childhood was not well taught to alleviate, and the influence of Gotham's atmosphere when I grew up, that I developed violent tendencies.As long as the root cause of OCD is removed, he can accept new rules and habits, teach them, and although it is not easy to become an ordinary sunny and cheerful big boy, it is still okay to become peaceful and rational.Alan had a look of discovery in a new world.Brandt glanced at Omir, who pushed the door open and called the officer back.On the way here, he may have been caught up in something that Omir science couldn't understand, and he came in with a confused expression.You're saying he's mentally fine?
The officer asked confusedly.Brandt said: Yes, he can be transferred to a normal prison, Arkham is not a good fit for him now.Actually, you can also explain the current situation to his parents, and I think they would prefer to drop the lawsuit and take him home and take care of him himself.The boy, who had not spoken all this time, heard this and said excitedly: I can go home, right?
Brandt said: If your parents are still willing to take care of you.Seeing off a police officer with a magical face and a boy with a worried face, Brant ushered in the busiest period of his life.Since Alan knew a hundred ways to use Brandt, he strongly urged him to rectify Arkham's personnel structure and kick out all those who could be kicked out.As the dean, Brandt really didn't think of any reason to refuse except to agree.So the day after he became the dean, he started from the second floor and carried out long-term and effective psychiatric screening and treatment.The Wayne Group re-injected funds and sent someone to oversee the rebuilding of the defense system, and Allen went to dock.Brant asked Omir, who knew the most about psychic tentacles, to act as his temporary assistant, and then found the light bulb guard who had slammed in the door before, became a guide, and began a hard career as a workaholic.The first floor of Arkham is the office area, and the second floor is the patient.The clown occupies the fourth layer, the dangerous elements are on the third floor, and the second layer is basically all ordinary criminals with mental problems.Of course, in the context of Gotham, the meaning of ordinary is also different from that of other cities.Raymond.
Kenneth.The police officer was far away from Brant and Omir, and looked through the file book to confirm that he had indiscriminately attacked three bars, slashed 12 men and 3 women, and there were no fatalities, and the diagnosis was paranoia.Brant nodded: I see.Five minutes later, he said, "Next."
Bradrick.
Bill.The police officer continued to flip through the file book: arsonist, two arsonists, one dead and three injured, said to have a split personality.Brant said: Okay.Fifteen minutes later: next.The clean-up was carried out in an orderly manner, and it took half a month for Brant to finally empty the entire second floor.In another half a month, the dangerous elements on the third floor, who committed crimes due to brain defects, were also cured of their brains one after another and sent to the corresponding normal person prison.Except for a dozen diehards who needed long-term treatment, they were left.Either they are the conceited narcissists of the Riddler, who think that he is the only one in the world who is the smartest and has a good brain, but who does things sincerely.Either they have suffered great changes like a two-faced person, and have taken the initiative to seal the rational faction who is good and devotes himself to evil, and knows the law and violates the law.Even Harley Quinn has become normal again because she was polluted by the clown's thinking by a simple one-click cut.The night Hallie was sent away, Brant told the Joker the news.The Joker's expression was strange, he was laughing, but it was not crazy, it was not evil, he wiped the tears that did not exist in the corners of his eyes, pointed at Brandt and laughed at himself, then turned to face the wall and waved away.Brant was puzzled, but Omir guessed why.He probably wanted to say that you were a cheater.Omir hesitated and said: You will ruin his pleasure and there are not many left.Whenever there is a new patient, it will be treated by Brandt, and some will be thrown into Arkham if it is confirmed that it is difficult to treat, but most of them will be cured quickly and then sent back to a serious prison.Arkham has become an empty city, with less than twenty empty nesters left, and even the fun of doing things has been lost.Finally, three months after Brandt became the dean, Arkham broke out a shocking incident.The clown was cured.The citizens of Gotham were in disbelief, who was that, it was a clown who was either doing something 365 days a year or planning to do something!
How could he have been cured?
But the fact is that after Batman learned the news, he personally came to Arkham and stayed alone with the Joker for more than half an hour, and he didn't know what they had said, but the next day, he was transferred to a regular prison.The citizens of Gotham have a magical look on their faces.The criminals of Gotham are disillusioned.Perhaps stimulated, the few remaining nail households in Arkham also cooperated with the treatment one after another, obtained the label of cure, and went to their respective prisons, which had been established for decades, and finally completely emptied.Another month later, the Joker escaped from prison again, and this time, the terrified citizens of Gotham didn't wait for the laughing madman.Everything was quiet.By the way, the clown was cured, so not crazy.But the clown who is not crazy, why should he break from prison?
You know something for sure.Omir said: I know that the tentacles of consciousness can see.Brandt acquiesced to this: Batman should know it too.Omir was stunned.Brandt said: It's just my guess, no one knows what they talked about, right?
Okay, let's not talk about them, why the hell are you calling me out today?
Omir blushed, coughed lightly twice, and breathed a few sighs of relief before he said: Don't be in a hurry, you will know when it comes.Confused, Brant was led into a house with Morgan House engraved on it, a small house they had recently acquired, not expensive, but warm, and it was their home.The house has been unoccupied, and Omir said that he would renovate and clean it first, and he has been delaying it until today.So the house is finally habitable?
It was a pleasant surprise.Omir did not speak.When it got dark, Omir opened the door, but the light was not on, and they went into the kitchen, where they saw what had been carefully prepared.Brandt sneered: Candlelit dinner?
Omir laughed too.Brant sat in his chair and couldn't laugh: But why do you eat fruit tart biscuits for your candlelight dinner?
Omir said: This is different, the fruit tower biscuit is different for us.Omir's eyes were full of seriousness and determination that he had never seen before.Brant avoided his gaze and picked up a cookie and stuffed it whole into his mouth.Delicious.He muttered with his eyes down, but he was already vaguely aware of something.After an excessively quiet dinner, he was wheeled to the front of his bedroom by Omir.Omir exhaled nervously.Brant had no choice but to say: This is my room?
Omir clutched his trouser leg and said, "I wish this was our room."
Brandt sighed, pushed the door open, and then took a step back in shock: What is this?
The floor was red with blood and the smell of burning in the air, and Omir hurriedly turned on the light, so they could see the bedroom.The dense red candles burned to the end, and the ground was covered with red wax oil, and at first glance it seemed to be in a sea of blood.Brandt looked at Omir with a blank face.Omir was so anxious that he almost cried: I didn't expect them to burn so quickly, I wanted to confess that I agreed.Brandt interrupted the other party's explanation, and the low laughter slowly turned into a loud laugh, and he leaned against Omir and bent over with a smile: I promise you.Omir was stunned and said, "You laugh a bit like a clown."
Brandt pounced on him and kissed him on the lips: Don't say anything that is a disappointment, Omir.On the red sheets, two figures hugged each other tightly, one of them was tall and handsome, the other was handsome and thin, they came from the same origin, but they were different from each other, different from each other, but they fit each other.The chirping of sparrows was more disturbing than the alarm clock, and Brant rubbed his temples and slowly opened his eyes.Wait a minute.Something seems wrong?
He lifted the quilt a little, looked at himself who was smooth, and then at Omir, who was also smooth next to him, and his brain began to freeze.Omir also woke up, and he sighed contentedly and kissed Brant's lips with a smile: Good morning kiss.Brant sat up suddenly, didn't even have time to soothe his sore waist, and behind him with a faint pain, he asked with an incredible face: What's the matter, we slept?
Drunken sex?
Addicted to drugs?
Sleeping with the wrong person?
Omir: Brant was covered with the quilt, genuinely confused, not at all like a joke.Omir suddenly thought of something, he looked at the small bedroom, and then looked at the wax oil that had solidified like blood all over the ground, and said in a broken voice: Why are you committing memory disorder now!
That's right, the small space, the blood all over the ground, successfully triggered the source of stimulation, and Brant once again lost his memory, forgetting all about last night.Omir was pitted almost vomiting blood.But what else can be done?
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The person you like has to be chased after you on your knees.Three years later, Brant and Omir, who have long been lovers, are walking down the street, and the big screen in the mall shows the video of the current mayor taking over.Omir looked at the screen and said in surprise: Brandt, you don't look like your father!
Although the scar on the corner of his mouth is no longer hideous, but if he looks closely, he can still see a trace of surgical sutures, his hair has been dyed black, and his pale complexion has also turned into ordinary pale, he doesn't know what the clown has experienced, but he is sure that it is the clown.But the Gotham people around him, as if they were blind, only admitted that he was Councillor Napier, oh, now Mayor Napier.The mayor's righteous speech to lead the citizens to a new, happy and orderly Gotham, was cheered by all to him, which made Omir feel very absurd.Brandt did not respond to him.The citizens of Gotham have always been forgetful, and he has known this for a long time.A car pulled up in front of them, the door opened, and a face that looked very similar to his appeared in front of him.Long time no see.Brandt said to him.Long time no see.The man grinned slowly, revealing a rather familiar clown-like smile: My son.※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ also remember to read carefully, there is a winning message behind you +++ You are happy!
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Meat!
You should be satisfied now, Reader: A few handfuls of meat, get out +++ Brandt: Your head is so hot, is it a fever?
Omir: No, it's a whin.+++ I'll tell you a secret, Brandt is both a cheating dad and a cheating boyfriend, red chicken hhhh