Chapter 1438 Research on Manipulation (IV)

Above the dim cell, the light bulbs kept flickering, and all the prisoners turned over and over in their beds, looking very irritable.

Since the vicious murder happened on this floor, the prison guards have been patrolling here at a speed of about three or four times an hour, knocking on the railings every ten minutes or so, and the heavy footsteps and coughs are even more irregular, and no one can sleep well.

Although any prison for serious criminals is said to be watertight, as long as it is not fully mechanized and there are human participation in management, there will always be loopholes, and all kinds of contraband are brought in in this way.

In order to avoid inspection, contraband often exists in the form of powder wrapped in paper bags the size of bookmarks. As long as you can get a match, you can use it. In the past, it was not that no one hid in places where the prison guards could not see and secretly smoked it, but few people dared to take it until they lost consciousness.

But the people in the whole prison who heard about Jimmy's incident did not doubt it. On the one hand, it was because they all knew that Jimmy was transporting drugs to the drug dealers of the Border Gang. The possibility of him getting contraband was too great, and it was very likely that he would steal from the guards.

The inspection in the prison was very hasty. Jimmy only needed to intercept a little bit each time, which was enough to make himself high. Moreover, he was beaten by the big dog and went to the infirmary. Many prisoners on the road saw it and knew that the two of them had a grudge.

So it is not impossible for Jimmy to fight with the big dog with the courage provided by the hallucinogenic ingredients. The only doubt is that he hid a toothbrush. However, he is relatively small, so it is normal for him to find a way to hide things for self-defense.

In this way, this incident was judged as the result of a fight caused by prisoners using contraband and eventually causing one death. After Jimmy woke up, he could not say anything except trembling and crying.

He did not suspect anyone, nor did he have the right to suspect others. After all, he did take drugs, and he hid the toothbrush himself. The bandage killer asked him for it but he did not give it to him. Everything was his own decision and he could not blame others at all.

Jimmy was taken to the special monitoring cell, which is the cell used to hold special prisoners. If nothing unexpected happens, he should not be able to get out in this life.

Big Dog died, Jimmy left, and the Bandage Killer was left with him and Big Dog's follower in the cell. The day after Big Dog died, the follower came to the Bandage Killer's bed and said, "I saw it. You actually killed Big Dog, right? Did you convince Jimmy?"

"I didn't convince him." The Bandage Killer sat cross-legged on the bed, with his back against the wall. His eyes never fell on the follower's face, but he seemed to be thinking about something.

"If I instructed him to kill Big Dog, he would definitely give me up when he knew that he was going to be sentenced, but he didn't." The Bandage Killer said slowly as if he was sorting out his thoughts.

"Then how did you do it?" The follower moved forward a little more, but when he saw the red one-eye, he still retreated to his bed in panic.

The Bandage Killer remained silent, as if the follower's question had stumped him, and he cast his eyes on the bed opposite.

Jimmy's blood was still on the bedsheet at the foot of the bed. When he looked up, another person was sitting beside the bed. It was Bruce Wayne, with clear blue eyes.

"How did you do it?" asked Bruce with blue eyes.

"I manipulated Jimmy to kill the big dog." The red-eyed bandage killer said, "It wasn't difficult, but something went wrong."

"What's the problem?" asked Bruce with blue eyes.

"If manipulating others to kill people is not as convenient and quick as killing people myself, then why should I do it?"

"You think manipulating others is too complicated? Then maybe you should think about what you did and how you did it first."

"If we want to review it from the beginning, you should tell the first step." said the red-eyed bandage killer.

Bruce with blue eyes propped his forearms on his knees, clasped his hands, and said, "It all started when I went to a farm in Kansas to learn how to grow from an experienced farmer, and then went to Mexico, where I planted a whole field of broccoli with the help of a goddess princess, a bad magician, a highly skilled cryogenicist, and an agent of the green of all things, and threw my professor in the middle of the field."

"I know very well that this professor will look up old accounts from the back to the front, but no matter what order he looks up old accounts in, as long as I am here, he will definitely look up me first."

"So, you left everything behind and ran away at lightning speed." Another Bruce appeared, not sitting on any bed, but standing in the middle of the room, staring at the light bulb above his head with gray eyes.

Bruce with blue eyes shook his head and said.

"This can't be called running away. I think what Clark and Diana said makes sense. In order to protect the universe, we have to keep the professor in a good mood as much as possible, and being thrown into a broccoli field will not make him feel good."

"So, you plan to make his mood sunny?"

Blue-eyed Bruce nodded and said, "And I have to find a way to get Schiller to put my name back on his student list. Thomas' heart and blood pressure really can't bear more."

"And there is only one way to achieve both of these points at the same time, and that is to write a good paper."

Blue-eyed Bruce raised his head, leaned against the wall and sighed for a long time, then said, "After four years, I finally understood a truth. In psychology, I am not an academic talent. I am not good at summarizing the theories of other psychologists, and then sublimating and innovating in theory. This is totally unfeasible."

"I can recite the theory, summarize and The outline is not difficult, but as long as it involves emotional analysis, there are too many unimaginable reasons, not to mention innovation. "

"Therefore, I must create a completely new direction, find another way outside of psychoanalysis and cognitive theory, and even create a new discipline."

"In fact, I should have done this a long time ago." Bruce with blue eyes tilted his head slightly, looked at his other gray-eyed self and said, "I do this in any other discipline. The theories of predecessors are just auxiliary to me."

"But the reason why psychology has been hesitant for so long is because Schiller is my teacher. He led me into the world of psychology and made me Appreciating his charm, I really want to inherit those theories and become a master of psychoanalysis and cognitive school like him. "

"But it turns out that whether it is physics or psychology, I am not good at doing pure theoretical research, but I am better at practice. In physics, even if I don't summarize and innovate any formulas, I can create mechanical creations that are far beyond the level of modern technology, and the same is true for psychology."

"But in psychology and sociology, if you want to put some ideas into practice, it is not something that can be done by laboratories and tool machines. I need a qualified test site."

"The requirements for the test site are that it must be a closed social environment with a unique biological environment. Ecosystem, enough people, and the identities of these people must allow me to feel no guilt when using them as experimental subjects. The heavy criminals in Florence Super Prison are the best choice. "

"In this way, there is only one last problem, that is, how to ensure that I am not affected by other emotions, avoid the long-standing sense of morality from interfering with the experimental process, and can calmly and objectively execute the entire plan and accurately record the data. "

Blue-eyed Bruce set his eyes on the face of the bandaged killer, and in the mental space, the bandages on the face of the bandaged killer kept peeling off, revealing a face that was exactly the same as Bruce Wayne, except that his eyes were red.

"Frequently going in and out of Schiller's tower made me realize that the separation of personality traits is not without benefits." Bruce with gray eyes said, "In fact, everyone uses different aspects of their personality to deal with different things. The lively and sociable side is used to deal with interpersonal relationships in work and life; the violent and rebellious side is used to deal with injustice in life; the calm and thoughtful side is used to learn knowledge and take exams."

"And Schiller and I are two extremes. His personality traits are too separated, while mine are not separated at all. I plan to use my serious and cold side to deal with everything in the world."

"Now I realize that maybe I should move closer to the middle value." Bruce with blue eyes said, he looked at the other two selves separately, and finally set his eyes on the face of Bruce with red eyes.

"Bruce Wayne certainly has a violent, evil, and cold side in his heart. In other words, the high moral level is because the strength of the positive traits is not enough to control these dangerous traits, so a strong standard must be set to prevent himself from being manipulated by these negative traits and falling into madness."

Red-eyed Bruce said in a hoarse tone: "But when I decided to further deepen my personality traits, all the negative traits became independent and confronted the positive traits."

"And the reason why I no longer worry about going crazy..."

Blue-eyed Bruce dragged out a long tone, and then looked at the figure standing in the middle of the room with red-eyed Bruce.

Bruce, one with red and one with blue eyes, sat on the two opposite beds, while gray-eyed Bruce stood in the middle, and the flickering lights above his head stretched his shadow like a stable and powerful balance pillar.

"To complete this plan, I must first find a way to enter the Florence Super Prison. It won't work as Bruce Wayne, but I can't completely change my appearance. Any other disguises can't escape the prison's layers of searches."

Red-eyed Bruce leaned against the wall and said, "At this time, a piece of news caught my attention. Thomas Elliot killed more than a dozen people while being chased by the FBI and is now wanted by the entire federation."

"He has a different interest in Bruce Wayne's identity and once tried to have plastic surgery to look like Bruce. Although he was disfigured in the end, his facial features are roughly the same as mine."

"In order to implement my plan and stop him from continuing to kill, I used another piece of information to attract his attention, so that he would give up the pursuit of the surviving girl of the Kansas farmer's family and investigate another matter."

"I used the gossip of several newspaper boys to let Elliot pay attention to the serial killer's club."