Chapter 1197 The Cry of the Lamb (IX)

In the completely dark corridor of the cell, security personnel wearing night vision goggles pushed a heavy cage forward.

The tires made a dull sound when they rolled over the smooth tile floor, and the sound of the chains hitting the bars of the cage was like intermittent crying.

There were no lights or light in the corridor, and there were no windows at the end of the corridor. This was a completely enclosed dark space, so people without night vision equipment could not see anything.

The cage entered the elevator again. There were no buttons or joysticks in the elevator. Everything was controlled remotely by people.

The whole transportation process was too silent, and it condensed a terrifying atmosphere. However, it was not the prisoners who felt terrified, but the escorts who thought about what it meant to transport prisoners in such a harsh way.

Silence, silence, and silence. The roar of the elevator was not covered by any sound and was clearly visible. The elevator door opened and the escort team continued to move forward until they came to a special door.

There was finally some light here. This door was very special. It was not an ordinary single door, but a door with two doors opening opposite each other like a fence gate. There was a red indicator light above the gate. It was this light that brought a very weak light.

One half of the gate was opened, and the cage was aimed at the gate again. The escorts went through the same process again. When Schiller stepped into this special room, he saw a person sitting opposite the long table in the center. That person was William Denechter.

But Schiller's eyes did not stay on him for too long. Instead, he looked past him and looked at the wall behind him.

There was nothing on the wall, but Schiller's sight passed the disguised wall and fell behind the wall, on a group of people observing the situation in the room.

"He saw us." Davis said.

In the dim room, there were several rows of seats like those in a movie theater, from low to high, gradually extending backwards.

And this time, Davis did not sit in the center of the seat. Sitting in the center of the first row was a thin black woman.

"Of course he can see us." The black woman's voice sounded, with a hint of sharpness in the low voice and some subtle complex emotions.

"I have long heard of Schiller Rodriguez, not only his reputation as a psychologist, but perhaps you would like to hear the story of his other identity?"

Davis turned his head and looked at the black woman with some interest. He said, "Amanda, it's already this time, don't keep us in suspense. We are actually very curious, why did you choose Schiller?"

Davis turned his head back and looked at the scene in the room through the one-way glass. He touched his chin with his fingers and said, "I know you have taken a lot of pressure for this, and many people don't want you to do this. You have paid too much for Schiller. "

"The senior intellectuals who knew about this plan did not agree with it. They felt that it was a challenge to their class."

"When Schiller was involved in the Central American incident, many people wanted him to disappear. You also paid a lot to save him."

"We are all very curious, what do you value about him?"

"You only know that he is a famous psychologist, but you don't know that when he was young, he once chased all kinds of serial killers around the world, observed and studied them." Amanda's voice sounded.

"Perhaps, he has some ideals, wanting to completely solve these cancer cells born in human society, and wanting to find the answer to this unsolvable problem." Amanda slowly narrowed her eyes and said. Lan

"While he was observing the serial killers, I was also observing him. Over the past few decades, he has established a club for serial killers through unremitting investigations, becoming the master who controls them, the god of the madmen, and the shepherd of the lambs."

Amanda slowly closed her eyes. The light that suddenly lit up in the room in front of her illuminated the indifferent expression on her face. She spoke again: "But in my opinion, he is the criminal himself, not their master, and he will never be a qualified shepherd."

"I know that he is trying to control those criminals, but his way of controlling them is to let those madmen chase a crazier kind, let the serial killers regard him as a mountain, and let them always want to climb Climb and surpass. "

"But this is not an effective method at all." Amanda shook her head gently and said, "When he is there, the lambs remain quiet out of reverence, but if he is not there, those who have chased him want to replace him."

"Shepherds are people, not sheep. They cannot mix with sheep and cannot let these naturally cruel lunatics think that their master is their kind."

"To become a true shepherd, you must make them feel the pain deep in their bones. Whether the shepherd swings the whip or not, they will be terrified and panicked, and will never be able to think of replacing him."

"That's what you are doing, right?" Davis looked at Amanda and said.

Amanda neither admitted nor denied it. She just stared at the situation in the room and said, "Nothing can prove that I am right better than letting a lamb in the guise of God lower his proud head."

Davis lowered his eyes, cleared his throat, and said, "According to the information from the FBI, Schiller may have some abilities beyond common sense. Our current confinement measures on him may not be useful."

Amanda shook her head again and said, "You still don't understand these lunatics. The crazier they are, the more fragile they are. They want to make their souls stand up, so they are never afraid to make their bodies kneel down."

"For the sake of ideological victory, they will even take the initiative to eliminate all interference from off-site factors to ensure that the environment for discussing the Tao is pure."

"They don't even bother to use brute force to break the situation. That would prove that their ideas are not as great as others, and they would only swing their fists in anger."

Amanda tilted her head to look at Davis and said, "The strict restraint measures you have formulated are actually useless. If he doesn't want to come here, you can't catch him at all. Since he has come here, no punishment will force him to leave before he gets the answer he wants."

Davis shrugged and said, "I'm just doing my job, Amanda, you have to know how many people are watching this plan, you won't let them down, right?"

Amanda turned her head back, so Davis didn't see the trace of disgust that passed through her eyes and eyebrows, and both of them cast their eyes on the room behind the wall.

Schiller's mask was not opened, and he still couldn't speak. William handed him a stack of paper and a pen, asking him to write down what he wanted to say with his handcuffed hands.

"Hello, Professor Rodriguez, we meet again. How have you been these days?" William smiled and looked at Schiller, he was asking knowingly.

In the previous week, Schiller experienced complete sensory deprivation.

Although the time limit is one week, according to reliable experimental data analysis, the time of loneliness and darkness experienced in the human mind may be about 20 times that of the real time, that is, Schiller experienced about 5 months of loneliness.

"I'm fine." Schiller wrote on the paper.

"It seems that your mental state is far from reaching the limit, which surprises me very much, because three of the criminals who came here with you have gone completely crazy. We are comforting them and giving them professional mental illness treatment." Lan

When William spoke, his face always showed a smile, but if you look at his eyes, he actually didn't smile at all, and his eyes even revealed a malice.

"Since your mental state is still healthy, I think it should be no problem to continue this kind of imprisonment for another month?"

The smile on William's face could no longer be concealed. He laughed softly, stood up, and supported his hands on the table, letting the shadow of his body cover Schiller's body.

He looked down at Schiller's eyes and said, "Professor Schiller, you may have long forgotten that you rejected a graduate student application when you were teaching at Columbia University."

"In the reply email I received, you judged my paper as worthless. Now, I have obtained a doctorate in psychology from Harvard University, and you have become a prisoner."

Schiller frowned. He seemed to be thinking about which of all the application articles he had read was William's, but his still somewhat distracted eyes showed that he had not remembered it at all.

William's expression gradually became ferocious. He could no longer tolerate such neglect. He hit the button on the table hard.

The special collar on Schiller's neck suddenly lit up red, and the current burst. Schiller twitched in an instant and used one side of his forearm to support the table to prevent himself from falling over.

Schiller shrugged his shoulders, lowered his head, and let his forehead approach the table. Only the rapidly rising and falling chest proved that he was not asleep.

William stood up, stroked the button on the table with his hand, and raised one corner of his mouth. Said:

"Professor, you are as embarrassed as a drowned dog, but I don't mind making you more embarrassed. This is the price you should pay for your arrogance."

After saying that, William pressed the button again. Schiller lay on the table and twitched for a while, uttering a muffled groan.

After a few dozen seconds, a trembling hand covered with blue veins stretched out to the side. The pale fingers grabbed the pen next to it and slowly wrote on the paper in crooked fonts:

"Do they allow you to do this?"

William laughed and said, "You are just a prisoner. The result of your mental evaluation depends entirely on the conclusion I write."

"In order to make you cooperate, I took some coercive measures. How could they not understand? You don't really think that someone would offend me for a criminal like you?"

Schiller's low laughter came from his chest, sounding slow, powerful, and full of sarcasm.

William's hand pressing on the button was going to continue to exert force.

The next second, with a "bang", the door opened, and Amanda Waller led Davis out. Amanda, who was wearing a long suit, said coldly:

"Enough, get out of here."

William turned around, but Davis stepped forward and stared into his eyes and said, "Today's mental evaluation time is over, Dr. William, leave here."

William wanted to say something, but looking at Davis's cold eyes, he pursed his lips and turned his mouth down hard, turned back and glared at Schiller, and turned away.

Amanda stood at the table, lowered her eyes and looked at Schiller who was still bowing his head and said, "Sorry, professor, he did something very rude, and he will pay for it."

Schiller raised his eyes and looked at Amanda. The moment he saw Amanda's face, he found that in the few broken memories he inherited from the original Schiller, there was Amanda's angry expression.

"Long time no see, Amanda." Schiller's hand was shaking, and he couldn't even write a complete letter. Amanda pursed her lips, and a complex expression appeared on her face, but soon, it returned to coldness.

"Professor, I'm glad we meet again. I think it must be uncomfortable to sit here and be pierced by electricity."

"But this should make you understand that your approach doesn't work at all. You are not a shepherd."

Schiller looked up and saw the hatred in Amanda's eyes. Amanda's tone slowly lowered. She continued: "Born killers like you must be punished severely enough, corroding their skin, breaking their bones, and taking out their hearts."

"The so-called born madman is a complete false proposition. They dare to release their madness unscrupulously just because they are not afraid enough. If they are afraid, they can only be docile lambs."

After the voice fell, Amanda pressed the button again, and with a "sizzle", an unprecedented strong current burst out.

"Uh..."

Schiller could no longer maintain his balance. He fell to one side, his forehead hitting the table, and a humming sound came out of his chest.

But Amanda did not have any smug expression. Her frowning brows and wrinkled eyes were telling of her entanglement and pain.

Under Amanda's gaze, Schiller's chest kept rising and falling. He was panting and looked very embarrassed. Amanda asked:

"Now, do you still think you are a shepherd?"

Schiller could hardly hold the pen, but he still wrote a line on the paper with trembling hands.

"I have always been a lamb... the only lamb."

Amanda's pupils shrank suddenly, and Schiller continued to write.

"And what the lamb has to do is to offer himself and welcome... the Lord's new life."

Gotham City Police Department, Gotham, New Jersey, USA

The young police officer hurried up the stairs, handed a document to Gordon and said, "Sheriff, the New Jersey State Office has revoked the emergency support order. You don't have to go to the State Police to help."

Gordon seemed a little confused. He looked at the police officer and asked, "Then how are they going to deal with the endless serial killer cases? Isn't it because of the lack of manpower that they want to transfer me there?"

The young police officer scratched his head and said, "Have you not listened to the radio recently? There have been no new serial murders for several days. Even the murderers of the previous difficult-to-solve serious cases have surrendered themselves."

Gordon's eyes widened. After his subordinates left, he looked at the document in his hand in confusion.

But before he could read the content carefully, another female detective ran up in a hurry and said to Gordon: "Mrs. Miller from Arkham Psychiatric Hospital called the police station and said that Jonathan Crane, who had been hospitalized in the hospital, ran away. His target seems to be the Gotham Police Department."

Gordon's face immediately became serious. He waved his hand and said: "Be on full alert. This madman may want to blow up..."

"Gordon! James Gordon! When are you going to get Schiller back?!" Jonathan's voice appeared at the door. Gordon put his hand on the gun at his waist, but Jonathan, who walked in, was still wearing a hospital gown, without any weapons or bombs.

"Hurry up and get Schiller back! I'm almost bored to death without newspapers to read! I was so bored that I published a paper in Nature Chemistry!"

"What newspaper? What paper?" Gordon frowned and looked at him in confusion. Jonathan also stared at Gordon. After a few seconds, Gordon suddenly realized it. He looked at Jonathan and said, "You said that it couldn't be that your group of serial killers made some secret code in the newspaper?" Lan

"Do you know how long the secret code has not been updated?!" Jonathan raised his voice and said, "This will make me miss the most cutting-edge information in the academic world! This is fatal to any scholar! You must think of a way..."

Suddenly, a noise came from the shadow in the corner of the room. Gordon suddenly widened his eyes and turned his head to look.

He saw Batman, but it didn't seem to be Batman.

Gordon saw that in the eyes hidden in the darkness, divinity and evil were perfectly integrated.

A hoarse voice that made people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar sounded in the room.

"The new code is 'full-width separator'."

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