Chapter 1195 The Cry of the Lamb (VII)

In the dimly lit room, only one screen flashed with a cold luster. The picture on the screen seemed a little weird. There was only one color that was distinguished by depth, and it was almost completely still, looking cold, cruel, and lifeless.

If anyone has really seen the monitoring screen, they should know that the picture on the screen at this time is the scene presented by the night vision device.

In the picture, there is a cell that cannot be narrower. A man wearing a mask is sitting on the bed, looking forward, without any movement.

After a while, a small hole opened in the wall in front of him, but there was no one on the opposite side of this passage. There was only a passage that opened diagonally upwards. A piece of food slipped out of the passage. It was a sandwich packed with a special material between paper and cloth.

With a "click", the lock on the mask was opened by remote control. The mask still could not be taken off, but the device that fixed the jaw was no longer effective, and the part of the mask covering the lips in the middle could also be lifted up.

Judging from his mechanical chewing movements, this thing should have no taste. After eating everything, the lock on the mask was locked again, and a red light was lit above the wall passage. The person sitting on the bed put his hand holding the outer package in.

After the outer package was taken away, the arm was fixed, and the infusion needle pierced the skin. The nutrient solution and the water needed by the human body would enter the body through the infusion.

The infusion time was about half an hour. After it was over, there was a small invisible door on the right side of the wall where the passage was located. It was only about half a person's height. After this door was opened, through the narrow and low passage, there was a bathroom with basic facilities.

All facilities and doors were opened and closed at regular intervals, but the opening and closing time was irregular. Sometimes it might be opened twice an hour, and sometimes it might be opened once every 5 hours. The same was true for feeding and infusion.

All these seemingly troublesome and cumbersome imprisonment behaviors were to blur time, so that the prisoners would lose the concept of "day" in sensory deprivation, not knowing how long they would stay here, and not knowing when this despair would end.

Most experiments say that sensory deprivation is the cruelest punishment for humans, and its greatest pain is that it blurs time.

Humans are a race that needs reference objects to accurately feel time. If a person only has his own thoughts and no external senses, then his experience of time will be completely different from the passage of time in reality.

And in most cases, the time felt when immersed in thoughts is much longer than in the real world.

And this kind of boredom and loneliness that has been slowed down countless times can almost destroy any human will, and the two people watching this scene in the monitoring room know this.

"What a cruel punishment." William, standing in front of the screen, smiled and said in a suit. Lan

Davis, who was beside him, glanced at him and said, "Mr. Denechter, you should understand that you can come here because you have rich experience working in other prisons for serious criminals. Why do you have to sigh about this?"

William pushed his glasses, shook his head and said, "Indeed, many prisons for serious criminals will more or less use long-term imprisonment and sensory deprivation to treat prisoners."

"But the main purpose of this punishment is to calm those manic criminals and warn them not to take any prison escape actions or think about hurting prison guards. The mental trauma brought to them is just a side effect of the warning."

William sneered, glanced at Davis and said, "But here, the purpose of using such harsh sensory deprivation punishment to treat prisoners is It is to cause them mental trauma. It is normal for me to sigh at such cruel means, right? "

Davis walked to the opposite side of William, stared at his eyes with a cold and playful look, and said: "Do you still think that they are just ordinary criminals?"

"Including Schiller Rodriguez, the 16 prisoners in custody all have extraordinary abilities in some aspects. This ability may be the superpower understood by ordinary people, such as great strength, sharp teeth and claws, or the ability to affect the mind of others."

"These superpower prisoners existing in the ordinary society will pose a great threat to the public. The FBI cannot sit idly by." Davis pursed his lips tightly into a line and continued in a low tone. Lan

"If they were just different from ordinary people, they would not be imprisoned here. All the prisoners transported to this prison have used their extraordinary abilities to commit serious crimes. They do not deserve sympathy."

"For ordinary criminals, a little punishment will make them quiet, but for these super criminals, if torture is not used, they will not repent for their crimes."

Davis turned around, and at this time, the surveillance screen had become many small squares. In most of the cells, the images sent back by the monitors were flashing violently. More than half of the criminals began to shout and scream because they could not bear this terrible sensory deprivation. They were manic and violent.

Davis just stared at the picture coldly, his eyelids twitched, and said: "They are dangerous, but also precious. The abilities they possess should have created greater value for the world, but they used it to commit crimes."

"What we have to do is to whip them, admonish them, let them know what pain is, and awaken the fear that has long been forgotten in their crazy thoughts."

"We must establish new personalities and new rules for them, make them feel fear, and understand shame, save them from madness, make their proud talents more targeted, and use their talents to atone for the evil deeds they committed in the first half of their lives."

Standing in the cold light emitted by the pictures sent back by countless monitors, Davis He opened his arms and raised his head and said: Lan

"These pure and beautiful lambs need a new shepherd to lead them to the glorious temple to redeem the sins that ordinary people cannot redeem, so that they can get the Lord's forgiveness and forgiveness. They need to be grateful and shout loudly for this."

"So, we called this great action-the Lamb Plan!"

"Lamb Plan?"

In the office on the top floor of the Wayne Group Building, Bruce looked at Angela's face and repeated the words she just said, and the female police officer nodded very seriously and said: "Yes, I just learned the specific name of this plan."

Angela turned around with her hand on the back of the chair and looked at the gloomy sky of Gotham outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Her face was also gloomy.

"Before, time was tight and I didn't have time to tell you. Maybe you also feel confused. I was just an ordinary policeman. How did I suddenly join the FBI?"

"Ordinary policeman? Excuse me, Miss Dodgson, you are a bit self-deprecating. Your reputation among the federal serious crime team is well-known. Everyone knows that you are best at dealing with those crazy serial killers, finding clues from their behavior, and then solving the cases they committed." Bruce said. Lan

But Angela showed a bitter smile. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but then shook her head and said:

"Yes, I have been fighting these brutal serial killers all my life, and I have indeed achieved some results. However, Mr. Wayne, perhaps you don't know that the more you understand them, the more you understand that they cannot be eradicated."

Bruce raised his eyebrows and looked at Angela's expression. The female police officer did not show any special expression, but said as usual: "I have seen a 13-year-old girl who killed her parents with her own hands, just because her teddy bear was sick and she wanted to cure it."

"I have also seen Wall Street elites who burned down half a street. They did not do it to avenge society, but just liked to smell the smell of burning humans."

"There is no reason for their madness. They are completely and purely crazy. When they are interrogated, they do not feel regret for destroying others, nor do they feel pain for destroying their own future."

"I am thinking, maybe they are some kind of manifestation of human original sin... Do you think it is ridiculous? A policeman actually attributed this to religious reasons?" Angela showed an absurd smile, but there was no smile in her eyes, only tears flashing.

"Do you know why I chose to join the FBI?" Angela's red eyes were like the afterglow of the sunset in Gotham, and her tone was very calm, as if she accepted the reality. Lan

Bruce did not answer, but just looked at her silently, and Angela did not need anyone else to answer this question.

"It's not because I hate them, it's not because I feel fear or anger towards their cruelty, but because after years of handling cases, I found that I began to understand them gradually."

Angela raised her head, the muscles in her neck twitched, she fell into a look of recollection, and said:

"Perhaps you know, I was treated by Dr. Schiller. At that time, everyone thought that I could not bear the fear brought by the murders committed by those damn lunatics, but the fact was just the opposite."

"In Schiller's psychological clinic, I kept crying and shouting, but it was not because of fear and anger, but I was resisting, resisting what I saw Those hallucinations I had. "

"At every crime scene, I could clearly see how the murderer cruelly killed innocent people. I could clearly feel their happiness and excitement at the time, and the pleasure and satisfaction they got from this cruel behavior. "

"I was also excited about it, and felt satisfied about it. I couldn't tell the difference between me and them, and I couldn't understand whether I understood them. I was also a hopeless born lunatic like them. "Lan

"As I got closer and closer to them and understood them more and more, this thought was unstoppable, and in order to prevent me from really sliding into the abyss, I could only choose to retreat. "

"Joining the FBI, although I can still do criminal investigation work. But it also means that I gave up the pursuit of my first half of life and left the front line where I was most needed. Like a coward, I chose to escape."

Angela's eyebrows raised. In her usual vicissitudes and sharp eyes, Bruce saw the fragility of a girl and the confusion of a newborn.

"Countless people have asked me about the secret of my success. Everyone wants to know how I can accurately find clues to the crimes of serial killers. If I don't tell them, they think I am keeping my own things."

"But I can't tell them that in every long night I spend alone, there is a crazy figure on the sofa, in the mirror, and on the other side of the bed, following me like a shadow."

"That is a naturally indifferent, cruel, and crazy serial killer. He is the criminal I hate the most, and also... another me."

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