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Of course, Crane couldn't stop Morin. Both Morin's identity and his strength meant that if Morin wanted to enter, no one could stop him.
Crane didn't say much. He followed behind Morin, his hand in his pocket, touching a small device. It was a small bottle of fear gas.
Crane had grabbed it on his way out to greet Morin after hearing that he was coming.
"If you're so stubbornly set on this, don't blame me for what happens..." Crane thought to himself.
"The environment here doesn't seem to be very good," Morin said as he walked into Arkham, observing his surroundings.
The walls were already gray, and the dim lights made it look even more dilapidated. If it weren't for the staff walking around, it would have been the perfect place for a horror movie.
"The city government's funding for Arkham has not been very good," Crane said casually.
"Is that so?" Morin said, walking ahead.
"I heard that Arkham holds a lot of inmates. The city government doesn't fund this place? Don't they worry about these inmates getting out?"
"Or is it that the inmates here have already disappeared a long time ago?" Morin stopped and looked at Crane.
"What are you saying?" Crane smiled.
"That's impossible, of course. Arkham's security measures are even stricter than Gotham City's prisons."
"Talk is cheap," Morin said, pointing to the elevator on the side. "Why don't you take me to see for myself?"
"Of course," Crane nodded and pressed the elevator button. When the elevator opened, he walked in, quickly took out a small key, inserted it into a slot, and turned it. This was to lock the elevator.
Without the key, no one could use the elevator! If Morin discovered something that shouldn't be discovered, Crane didn't plan on letting him leave!
"What are you doing?" Morin's voice startled Crane.
He turned around and found that Morin had already entered the elevator silently at some point!
There were no footsteps at all!
"There's something wrong with this elevator. If you don't start it like this, it might stop working, and we'll be trapped here," Crane said, coming up with a temporary excuse.
"Oh, I see..." Morin gave him a look that said, "Keep lying, I'd like to see if I'll believe you."
"But I seem to remember that this operation is to prevent people without the key from operating the elevator. Dr. Crane, are you trying to keep me here?"
"You've misunderstood," Crane said, his left hand pushing up his glasses. His right hand, which was still in his pocket, tightly gripped the bottle of fear gas.
"Everything I said is true."
If things went wrong, Crane would throw the gas out immediately! The fear gas, even if it just came into contact with your skin, would still have some effect, but it would be very slow, and the effect wouldn't be as strong as if you inhaled it.
During the process of inventing the fear gas, Crane had already experienced its power many times and had developed some resistance to it, so he wasn't worried at all! Even so, Crane still didn't make a move.
Morin's reputation was too great, and he had been walking in so openly, so a lot of people probably knew that Morin was at Arkham today.
If Morin became mentally unstable from his fear gas... how would he explain it? The police would tear Arkham apart looking for answers!
"Ra's al Ghul will be here soon, and the plan is about to begin. I can't mess things up now. No accidents can happen..." Crane thought to himself, squeezing the bottle of fear gas in his hand over and over again, but in the end, he still didn't throw it.
If he squeezed it too hard and it broke, it would be a disaster... Thankfully, Crane's grip wasn't that strong.
The elevator went up and arrived at the floor where the mentally ill patients were being held. Led by Crane, Morin walked forward.
Along the way, the lighting and the environment gave off a very oppressive atmosphere. Of course, it had no effect on Morin.
He was a person who could use mind-controlling magic. The magic provided by the system was different from the magic Morin had learned on his own.
In addition to providing the magical effects, it also provided some corresponding knowledge.
For example, the mind-controlling magic, in addition to giving Morin hypnosis magic and mind-reading magic, also gave him some knowledge of psychology, such as observing the other person's psychology and the techniques for psychological analysis!
Strictly speaking, with Morin's current psychological knowledge, the only thing separating him from a top psychologist was a certification, and if he were to take the test, he would pass with flying colors and might even be able to correct many problems!
"This is the room where the inmate you're looking for is being held," Crane said, leading Morin to a room and pointing at the heavy iron door.
"You can observe him through the window on the door."
"Can I go in and take a look?" Morin first walked up to the door, looked inside, and then asked.
"I suggest you don't do that," Crane replied.
"The inmate has a mental illness. If you have close contact with him, it could cause irreversible damage to his mental state, which is best to be avoided."
"You don't have to worry about that," Morin said. "He's just an inmate anyway."
"That's not something a police officer should say... Officer Morin," Crane said, his brow furrowed.
"I'm just curious as to why a person who could speak normally and act on his own in court has now become this way, needing to be in a straitjacket and mumbling about who knows what, just a few days after being in Arkham. He's acting exactly like a person who is having an episode."
"That's a symptom of his mental illness, and it also proves that my diagnosis was correct. He does have a mental illness," Crane said.
"Yes... but I checked his file. He's never had a history of mental illness in the past few decades, but within these two days, you, Dr. Crane, have successfully determined that he has a mental illness, and his mental illness has manifested?"
"I'm guessing it might be because of the immense pressure and his guilt after committing the crime, which caused him to have mental problems," Crane explained.
"In psychology, this phenomenon is called..."
"I'm not interested in finding out whether this criminal has a mental illness or not, and I don't want to hear all those technical terms about psychology," Morin interrupted.
"Just open the door."
"...Alright," Crane said, nodding. He took out the key, walked forward, and opened the door.
The thug, the criminal, was in a straitjacket and tied to a reclining chair. He could barely move, and a trail of saliva sometimes ran down his mouth.
He was constantly mumbling something, and his eyes were lifeless.
"Scarecrow?" Morin said, looking at Crane. "What does that mean?"
"For patients who suffer from hallucinations, their fantasies often focus on an external tormentor. This is also the reason for their anxiety. This phenomenon also fits the model proposed by Jung. In this case, the tormentor is the Scarecrow."
"I see," Morin nodded. "Do you have a Scarecrow here?"
"What? No, of course not," Crane was taken aback and shook his head.
"It's probably a scarecrow he saw as a child. The environment and atmosphere at that time had a huge impact on his psychology, but it just never manifested until now, causing his mental state to become like this."
"That's a little strange. I don't know why, but along the way, in all the rooms I passed, all the people in them were muttering about the name 'Scarecrow'," Morin said, pretending to be confused.
"Do all of them have childhood trauma related to scarecrows, and by some coincidence, it's all manifesting here?"
"That... anything is possible," Crane said. "After all, most of them are from the same gang. Maybe they are from the same hometown, and that hometown has some legend about a scarecrow or something."
"I just don't believe it," Morin said, putting his right hand into his suit pocket and taking out a syringe.
"Your explanation could be a possibility, but the probability is just too small."
"So... what is that?" The smile on Crane's face was starting to fade.
"Besides that factor, there's another possibility, which is to use some kind of chemical drug to cause the patient to experience a certain mental state and then use a special image to make them feel fear. Because when people are in that state, they'll experience a high degree of hallucinations and will naturally imagine these things as terrifying and horrible beings, and then they'll fall into that state."
"I didn't expect you to have some research on this kind of thing," Crane's entire body tensed up.
"Of course, after all, before I came here, I did some investigation on you," Morin said.
"In addition to a doctorate in psychology, Dr. Crane also has a doctorate in chemistry. I have to say, you're a very knowledgeable person..."
"So... you're going to draw blood from him?" Crane's smile had completely frozen.
"Of course," Morin said, nodding. "The kind of chemical drug that can cause this level of hallucination will cause a lot of damage to a person's physiological functions and will also stay in the body for a long time before being completely discharged. If left untreated and the dosage is too high, it could even lead to loss of bodily functions and death."
"And since this inmate has been in this state for less than two days, drawing his blood and running tests on it would probably give us a very interesting result."
"I noticed that your syringe doesn't seem to have been sterilized," Crane said, desperately finding a way to stall for time.
Although he was a little surprised that Morin had just taken out a syringe without a cap, the needle completely exposed to the air, from his suit pocket, Crane didn't have time to think about that right now. He was still trying to stall.
"You don't have to worry about that," Morin smiled.
"Although I didn't take any safety precautions, the lives of drug-dealing criminals don't really matter anyway!"
Crane: "???"
After Morin turned around and was about to draw blood from the inmate with the syringe, Crane finally made up his mind. He couldn't stall any longer.
If Morin really took the blood and found the ingredients in it, confirming that he was using drugs for human experimentation, it would be a huge disadvantage for the plan of their master!
So, Crane immediately took out the bottle of fear gas from his pocket, called out Morin's name, and at the same time, threw the bottle on the ground.
The fear gas quickly spread out. Morin turned around, and Crane first held his breath, then quickly took out his mask from who knows where on his body, put it on his head, and transformed into the
"Scarecrow"!
"Are you afraid..." Crane, who had become the Scarecrow, was instantly like a different person.
He knew that Morin, who had just turned around, had definitely inhaled the gas without expecting it and had now fallen into a hallucination!
Crane was a madman. He had experimented with the power of the gas on himself, so he knew that even though he was just speaking in a low voice right now, in Morin's eyes and ears, he had probably turned into a terrifying Scarecrow, covered in scary bugs, and speaking with a demonic voice!
"Death is waiting for you..." Crane did his best. After putting on the mask, the madness in his heart was fully unleashed! In addition, Morin's previous aggression had also angered Crane.
Crane had been holding it in, but now he was letting it all out!
In Crane's mind, Morin was probably terrified of him right now!
This role reversal made Crane even more excited. However... after saying this a few times and seeing that Morin's eyes had gone from indifferent to looking at him like an idiot, with no signs of any symptoms, Crane slowly began to realize that something was wrong.
How could someone have such a calm reaction after getting hit with his fear gas? Or could it be...
"I have to say, your performance is very comical, but I'm not laughing," Morin said.
"Is this the drug you're using? The one you're using on these inmates? The hallucinogen? May I ask, is it expired?"
"Expired? Impossible. How could fear gas expire!" Scarecrow said in a rage.
"Really? Look," Morin deliberately made a motion of inhaling, breathing in the gas, then breathing it out, and shrugged.
"It's not having any effect at all. Did you bring a fake product?"
"How is that possible?" Scarecrow was baffled. He had seen Morin's actions, so he couldn't understand it at all.
How could this be happening? Could it be... was it really expired?
So, Crane made a very constructive move. He took off his mask and inhaled a breath of the gas.
Morin: "!!!?(????)?"
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