"How was it? Did I do okay?" Li Jie pushed open the monitoring room door and asked excitedly.
"You were so convincing!" Harleen Quinzel answered with a grin.
"Convincing? As what?"
"As someone charging bravely ahead, unafraid of the darkness... ha!"
Harleen burst out laughing before she could finish. She turned to Anna and Raven. "Right, girls?"
They both nodded along, though Raven promptly rolled her eyes, apparently muttering something about him being "childish."
"All right, did you spot any problems?"
"Well... nothing you could really call a problem yet." Turning to professional matters, Harleen adjusted her glasses and grew serious. "The questions he asked you still fell within the scope of learning about and exploring a patient in normal psychotherapy. Generally speaking, you often do need to delve deeply into a patient's inner world to find the cause."
"But I'm not a patient!"
"True." Harleen glanced at him. "You don't even qualify."
Officers entered the Counseling Room one after another, then emerged one after another. Strange offered a few offhand comments to some and prescribed a little medication for others.
"The police in the East End are so strange."
After one officer left, Strange couldn't help complaining to his assistant. "They don't care about killing people or dying in the line of duty. Their biggest concern is rising raw material costs and franchise fees? What is all this nonsense?"
He felt his mind descending into chaos and pinched the bridge of his nose. Just then, the next person opened the door and entered.
"Hello, Professor. My name is Edward Nygma."
"Hello, Mr. Nygma. Please sit." Strange gave him a discreet once-over. Wearing a Forensics Division lab coat, Nygma quietly sat on the sofa opposite him.
He even looked somewhat reserved, his hands resting neatly on his knees, in