Chapter 1203 The Cry of the Lamb (XV)

The nights in Colorado are much milder than those in Gotham. The climate here is quite good, and there are not so many rainy and foggy days. Therefore, even when night falls, the bright moonlight will illuminate the buildings here clearly.

The Florence Super Prison, which is located alone at the foot of the mountain, is even more deserted and even a little scary under the bright moonlight. Residents near Denver know that a prison has been built far away from the city, but they don’t know what kind of lunatics are imprisoned here.

Ignorance is sometimes a happy thing. If they knew the truth about this prison, they would probably never have a good night’s sleep again.

When an extended luxury car stopped at the prison gate, Bruce, who was wearing a suit, came out. He came to the back seat of the car and opened the door for Amanda personally. Davis, who had been waiting at the prison gate, came up enthusiastically and shook hands with Bruce.

"I feel very sorry about William's death. I don't know what kind of cruel murderer dared to do it in the FBI base, and I don't know what benefits he would gain by doing so." Bruce brought up a topic like a casual chat.

Davis led the two people to the prison and sighed: "The murderer is really crazy. Does he think that he will not be discovered if he commits a crime in the FBI? In fact, someone has found a clue. I think it won't be long before the murderer will be brought to justice."

Bruce nodded, smiled and said: "I am very confident in the efficiency of the FBI's case handling, but I have talked to Amanda before. Many people attribute this incident to the revenge of serial killers on your plan. They feel very dissatisfied and think that your plan is too aggressive, which leads to such consequences."

Amanda snorted coldly and said: "They think the whole world is aggressive. It's best to leave the criminals alone. Anyway, they can't harm them."

Davis coughed lightly, as if to remind Amanda not to make such radical remarks. Amanda turned her head aside, as if she didn't want to mention this topic again.

The three of them entered the building along the narrow passage on the side of the prison. Bruce seemed to be very curious about the environment here and looked up and down at the structure of the building.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "Miss Waller, as I said, your idea is not bad. Find a super prison to put serial killers in, and then tame them. In theory, this can be implemented."

"Serial killers are not unconscious wood. Although they do not regard themselves as human beings, in fact, they are still human beings. As long as they are human beings, they can be tamed. The key lies in the method of taming."

Amanda still acted very unconvinced. She said, "If you think violent taming is wrong, do you still want me to reason with them in a nice voice? After so many years of social life, they have not been able to understand the simplest truth. If they cannot be given enough pain, how can they remember it?"

Bruce shook his head and said, "Sometimes, violent means are necessary, but not only violent means, and I want to fill this gap."

"Miss Waller, I think you should have heard of that very "It is a very famous murder case. More than a decade ago, my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, died of murder. For so many years, I have been tracking down the murderer and intending to take revenge. "

"I hate criminals no less than you do. I feel very happy to know that there are people in this world who, like me, have been planning to deal with criminals for so many years."

Amanda frowned slightly, but she was not expressing dissatisfaction. She was trying to recall the case of Thomas Wayne and his wife. She shook her head and said, "I have heard of that case, but the murders in Gotham are very mysterious. Have you found the murderer?"

"Yes, he is not a serial killer. He was just instructed by someone for the sake of profit. When I found him, he was almost dead of old age. There was no point in arguing with him. "

Bruce's words and the sigh in his tone made Amanda feel relieved. If Bruce said that his parents were also killed by a serial killer, Amanda would have doubted it.

"Until now, I have not found the murderer who killed my parents and brother." Amanda pursed her lips and said, "Professor Schiller has made an outstanding contribution to this."

"What's going on between you two?" Bruce turned back and asked with some confusion.

"He used to be my university professor. After my family was killed, I sought his help, but he refused. When a clue I found pointed to a newsstand, he burned it down in advance, and the clue was interrupted. Until today, I have not found the murderer."

Amanda took a deep breath and said, "Later, I learned that they communicated through newspapers and newspapers. In order to eliminate the traces of their communication, Schiller also eliminated my clues."

Bruce nodded and didn't ask any more questions. At this time, they came to a room. Davis entered the password and said, "You said you wanted to see Professor Schiller, so I had him transported here in advance. Although he had just had surgery and had almost no mobility, it is best not to have physical contact with him to ensure your safety."

After that, the thick door opened, and inside was a closed room, with only a light bulb hanging from the ceiling and a chair.

Schiller was still restrained in the chair, but because his wound had not healed yet, he did not wear a straitjacket, but an ordinary prison uniform, with his hands fixed on the armrests and his neck fixed on the back of the chair.

When the door opened, Bruce raised his eyebrows, because it was visible to the naked eye that Schiller was in a very bad state. The pale face caused by excessive blood loss and the haggardness caused by the recovery period made him look very weak.

Amanda looked at Bruce's expression, and now she was sure that Bruce really didn't seem to plan to rescue Schiller, because Bruce was neither very angry nor sad and upset.

"Professor, we meet again." Bruce said calmly.

Schiller didn't look at him at all, but Bruce walked in front of Schiller and then went around behind him. However, because of the prison uniform, he could only see the traces of sutures on the back of his neck, but it was enough for Bruce to judge that Schiller was seriously injured.

"In the days since I was separated from you, I have been thinking about a question." Bruce paced slowly in the room, and then continued: "What do you want me to understand with this series of actions?"

"Of course, there may be many answers, such as making me understand that I should not fall into the Stockholm complex easily, such as making me believe that the pathology must coexist with me, and I can never get rid of it, so I can only choose to accept it."

"For example, let me understand more deeply what you said before, that only criminals can deal with criminals, or in other words, I must first admit that I am a criminal and understand criminals before I can deal with criminals."

When he said this, Bruce stopped and stopped right in front of Schiller. He looked at Schiller and shook his head and said, "But I think this is not the final answer, or rather, these answers can be summarized into one answer, which I think is - patriarchy."

"There are many kinds of power in this world, but most of it is based on distrust and hatred. Because of distrust and hatred, power is needed to rule. Power serves the hatred of the power holder."

"But there is only one kind of power that is different, and that is patriarchy."

"It is born out of love and serves the love of the father. Perhaps the father The love of the father is distorted, and perhaps the way of exercising power is wrong, but it is still born from the love of the father for his children, or the love he thinks he has. "

"Before children become adults, the family is a completely closed environment for them. They have no ability to leave. In this environment, they are prone to Stockholm complex. Because they cannot change their father, they lower their standards and tame themselves to love him. "

"The violence, tyranny, jealousy, and control shown by the father in the process of exercising power make the child more deeply aware of the pathology of human beings. "

"The father uses his power to force the child to understand himself, and understanding him Our children will one day compete with them for power. "

"In the process of growing up, let the scales tilt in your direction, so that after your father ages and loses power, you can completely take over his power and become the new executor of paternal power."

"At first, I thought I should focus on the power part of paternal power, but now I realize that I should focus on the part of paternal power that is most different from other powers - love."

Bruce walked to the door and said a few words to Davis at the door. Davis glanced at Amanda, and Amanda nodded gently, so Davis went out.

After a while, two security guards brought in an ordinary table. Bruce took a metal tray from two doctors in white coats and placed it on the table.

There was a cup in the metal tray, as well as a transparent hose and a needle. Bruce put on gloves, and only then did Schiller look up at him and asked in a hoarse voice: "What do you want to do?"

"Blood draw." Bruce replied.

A series of deep laughter came, and Schiller had difficulty even speaking, but his laughter still gave people great pressure. He looked at Bruce and said, "Come on, let me return the 1000 ml of blood to you, and we'll be even."

Bruce shook his head, put on gloves, picked up the syringe, and stabbed the needle into his arm without hesitation, watching the red blood flow out until the entire blood bag was filled.

Schiller stared at his movements, and Amanda, who was standing behind Bruce, didn't see the arrogance of victory in the professor's eyes for the first time.

When the blood bag was filled, Bruce pulled out the needle, shook the blood bag, took the glass next to it, and poured all the blood into it.

A full cup of blood, after leaving the sealed container, immediately gave off a bloody smell.

Bruce came to Schiller with the cup expressionless, and Schiller looked up at him. Bruce's face sank into the backlit darkness, and his divinity and evil were dissolved in his azure eyes.

"Batman..." Schiller shouted instinctively.

"You know, Pride has worked so hard for so long just to complete the Joker's mission as soon as possible, so that he doesn't have to be entangled with my fate. You also know that he is a good teacher and will never hurt his students for fun." Bruce said in a low voice, while handing the glass of blood to Schiller's lips, and said: "But as long as you drink Batman's blood, Pride will never be free. He will never be able to escape the fate of being entangled with me. He also violated his own principles as a teacher and became a monster who abused students." Schiller slowly opened his eyes, he looked up at Bruce, but his body instinctively retreated until the back of his head was pressed against the back of the chair, and there was no way to retreat. But the cup filled with blood kept being handed forward, and Schiller could only turn his head to avoid the approaching smell of blood. But the next second, Bruce's gloved hand grabbed Schiller's jaw, turned his head, and put his thumb in along the corner of his lip, forcibly pried Schiller's jaw open. With his other hand, he tilted the cup and poured the blood directly into it.

With a "whoosh", Schiller disappeared from the chair in Amanda's surprised eyes, and the next second, he appeared in the corner of the room.

Schiller half-knelt on the ground, covering his bloody mouth and coughing and retching frantically, ignoring the violent vibration and tearing the wound on his back, and the blood stained half of the prison uniform red.

Bruce strode over with a glass, and Schiller staggered to his feet and tried to dodge. Bruce threw the cup on the ground, then picked up a piece of debris and scratched his palm with the greatest force.

Schiller's movements were uncontrollably stiff for a moment, and then his expression became sluggish.

When the blood on Bruce's palm burst out, the gray mist invaded and threw him to the ground.

The next second after the gray fog condensed into a human shape, Bruce stood up as fast as he could and grabbed Schiller's neck from behind.

Schiller grabbed Bruce's wrist and threw him away. With a "swish", the blood on Bruce's hand splashed on Schiller's face.

When the two ended their entanglement and retreated, there was no calm expression, no elegant posture, both were covered in blood, pale, and embarrassed like madmen and tramps.

The balance was balanced for less than a second, and one of the figures half-knelt down weakly, covered his bloody mouth with his hands, and trembled all over.

The other figure walked in front of him and threw away the bloody glass fragments in his hand.

Bruce wiped his cheek with his bloody palm, and half-knelt down in the blood all over the ground.

His outstretched hands were like an ignorant baby, and also like the wings of a bat spread out.

In the mess, Bruce slowly hugged Schiller.

He embraced his mentor, his enemy, his savior and father, his... Lamb.

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