Chapter 1435 Research on Manipulation (I)

In the narrow prison passage, the light bulbs above the head flickered, not because of the lack of electricity here, but purely to prevent the prisoners from resting well, so that they would not have the energy to make trouble.

The one-hour relaxation time every day would be before dinner, because only a small amount of food was provided for lunch, and the dinner time was relatively late, so most of the prisoners would be hungry, which could well prevent them from having enough physical strength to fight.

The prison guard knocked on the railing with the baton in his hand. Every prisoner here could understand all the secret codes of the knocking rhythm. The prisoners in each cell stood in a row. Two prison guards walked down the stairs at the end of the corridor, opened the room doors one by one with the keys in their hands, and took four people to the exercise area in groups.

In the Human Rights Act, prisoners are not allowed to wear handcuffs and shackles when they relax, but the nature of Florence Prison is special. Prisoners with A-level security must also wear electronic foot rings that can discharge electricity during the exercise time. This is to prevent some prisoners with special abilities from suddenly going crazy and harming ordinary people.

But judging from the rule that special ability prisoners and ordinary prisoners can go out together, Amanda probably hopes that the special prisoners will suddenly go crazy and kill all the serial killers here, so that she can justifiably shoot and execute them, but unfortunately, most people still cherish their lives, and there has not been a large-scale riot in Florence Super Prison.

When it was the turn of the cell where the bandage killer was, the bandage killer's bed was closest to the door, so he should stand first, but the big dog pushed him aside with his arms, blew a hooligan whistle at him, and then stood steadily in the first place.

The bandage killer stood on the side and did not line up. The prison guard was very dissatisfied and kept hitting the guardrail with his baton. The little man standing at the end reached out and pulled him, pulled him in front of him, and then whispered: "You'd better be obedient, you still have a foot ring on your foot that can discharge electricity."

"Follow me when you go out." The bandage killer said.

The little guy showed a horrified expression. He was about to say something when the big dog standing in the first position turned around and glared at him fiercely. His eyes were full of murderous intent. The little guy swallowed his saliva and dared not say anything.

The four people were taken out of the room one after another. As soon as they arrived at the exercise area, the big dog made an insulting gesture to the last two people in the team, and then strode towards another group of people.

The bandage killer did not turn his head to look at the little guy, but just came to a stone pier under the electric fence at the edge of the exercise area. The little guy followed him step by step, as if he was afraid that the other party would go crazy if he was a step slower.

The two squatted beside the stone pillar. The little guy kept swallowing his saliva and said, "You shouldn't offend Big Dog. He specializes in organ trafficking. He captured two FBI members alive, tortured them crazily, and then took away their hearts and kidneys. That's why he was classified as a Class A dangerous person. The FBI hates him!"

The little guy looked at the southernmost side of the venue with some fear. There were many big and strong men gathered there. There were bright flower tattoos on their arms and backs, and some had skulls tattooed on their faces. He continued, "Did you see it? That's the Mexican gang. It's notorious in every prison for serious criminals. If you offend them, you will suffer."

"Did you offend them to get here?" This was the longest sentence the Bandage Killer said. The little guy shrank his neck and said, "If I offended them, would I still be alive to come here?"

His sight swept to a group of people gathered about 100 meters to the right of the Mexican gang. The Bandage Killer looked along his sight. It looked like a gang gathering place. The little guy said tremblingly, "They are also South American gangs, but they are engaged in drug trafficking. I was sent here because I offended them."

When the little guy turned around, he saw the bandaged killer's bloodshot single eye staring at him coldly. The little guy took two steps back and said sternly, "I know you have killed many people, but in prison, if you don't have a gang, you will be bullied. You have offended the big dog, and the Mexican gang will not let you go. "" The bandage of killing magic just said coldly: "I am a Gotham." The little man was like being poured by cold water. The tone of the magic is still very cold, and it also implies a threat. It is not the threat of violent factors, but the threat of me to talk to the corpse. "" "" "" ""H," said, "It's not what I want to do, but they need an inconspicuous line man. If you let a strong thorn to do this, the damn girl named Amanda will not let him go." "What is your name?"

"You can just call me Jimmy." The little guy shook his head vigorously and said, "I was originally doing smuggling on the border, but two policemen who were upset came to cause trouble that day, so I killed them all. I didn't expect that one of my men took a picture of it. He was an informant for the FBI. The evidence was irrefutable, and I was sentenced to 70 years in prison without parole."

The Bandage Killer narrowed his only remaining eye slightly, and he looked at Jimmy silently. Jimmy could only sigh and say, "I slaughtered a lot of pigs, oh, the bodies of those smugglers were found by the FBI. I wouldn't have buried them together if I had known."

"How many people have you killed?"

Jimmy pursed his lips and said, "I have been doing this for almost 20 years. There are not enough blind people and draggers. At least I can give them a quick death. It would be worse for them if they fell into the hands of organ dealers and drug dealers."

Jimmy sighed, looked at the Bandage Killer and said, "Tell me about you. To be honest, it's quite rare for Gotham people to be caught here. Even the FBI can't get into that damn place. Many criminals hunted by the FBI want to run there. Why did you run out?"

"Refuge."

The Bandage Killer only answered with one word, but it triggered countless associations. Jimmy looked at him with a slightly inquiring look and asked tentatively, "Hide from enemies?"

"No, hide from my teacher."

In Schiller's office in the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Victor leaned on the sofa in front of the bed and took a sip of wine, saying, "...You have to understand him. At that time, he really didn't have a better way to subdue you. Broccoli just didn't "Of course, I understand." Schiller sat on the sofa with a glass of wine, leaning back and relaxing, saying, "I don't mind at all that he went to Kansas to invite an agricultural expert, contacted another revolutionary fighter to come to distant Mexico, bought a Lamborghini tractor, and planted a whole field of broccoli with the help of a princess, a magician, a cryogenicist and a botanist, and then threw me in the middle of the field." "Uh..." Victor covered his mouth with a glass of wine with a guilty conscience, and said, "To be honest, it was your act of giving me the nanocontroller that scared me a little. Of course, I didn't expect that the restrictions Bruce mentioned were really broccoli." Schiller took out the handkerchief from his suit pocket and re- Folding it, he used his fingers to flatten every wrinkle on it, and said lightly: "Yes, I didn't expect that his imagination in this area is much more active than his thinking in the innovation of his thesis."

"But I didn't expect that he would choose to switch back to psychology, knowing that he had just made trouble." Victor's tone became light again. He leaned towards Schiller, leaned his elbows on the armrests and looked at him, saying: "This should be regarded as a sincere admission of fault and request for forgiveness."

"He'd better."

Schiller put the folded square handkerchief back into his suit pocket, adjusted the angle of the exposed square handkerchief with his hands, stood up with both hands on the armrests of the chair, walked to the side of the table, pressed his fingers on the schedule, lowered his head and checked it one by one, and continued.

"I sincerely hope that even if I am not at Gotham University, this school has never stopped moving forward, especially in terms of academic achievements in various disciplines..."

Victor immediately stood up from his chair, gave a fake smile, put down his wine glass, stretched out a hand to Schiller and said, "I have something else to do, I'll leave first."

He rushed out of the office door as fast as he could, and then came to the patient communication center of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital as fast as he could, found the cryogenic laboratory, rushed in, picked up the phone inside, and roared at the other end.

"Bruce, come here quickly! When are you going to hand in your paper? If you don't produce results this week, we'll both be in big trouble!!!"

"What, you don't have a car? Then fly a plane!... You don't have a plane? Then go build one! You can't even get into the Bat Cave? Then go home and build one... You're kicked out of the house?!"

Victor, holding the phone, sighed, and stretched out a hand to the other end of the phone and said, "Listen, Bruce, our emergency restrictions on Schiller are quite effective, but now it's time to pay the price!"

"If we can't produce enough research results before Schiller's anger continues to reach its peak, then I will immediately transfer you back to the Department of Psychology, you can do it yourself!"

In the laboratory of Gotham University, Bruce was confused by the busy tone on the other end of the phone. As soon as he put down the phone, the door was opened with a "bang", and a long-haired girl rushed in and shouted at Bruce.

"Bruce! When are you going to start the research project on plants that can grow in Gotham?!" The girl grabbed her hair and said, "It's all your damn emergency restrictions! Professor Schiller asked me to have dinner with him in the restaurant on Wednesday morning. If I don't produce research results by then, I'm doomed!!!"

With a bang, the door that had just been closed was pushed open again, and a red-haired young man rushed in and said, "Bruce, is the interface of the Ark reactor ready?! I'm already a week late for my sociology paper on the impact of the return of sunshine to Gotham. If I don't hand it in, I'm dead!!!"