In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1197: The Cry of the Lamb (9)
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
In the completely dark cell corridor, security personnel with night vision goggles pushed a heavy cage forward. Lane
The tires made a dull sound when they rolled over the smooth tile floor, and the sound of the chain hitting the railing of the cage was like intermittent crying.
There are no lights or lights in the corridor, and there are no windows at the end of the corridor. It is a completely enclosed dark space, so people without night vision equipment can't see anything.
The cage enters the elevator again, and there are no buttons or joysticks in the elevator, everything is controlled remotely by humans.
The entire transportation process was too silent, and there was a terrifying atmosphere, but it was not the prisoners who felt the fear, but the **** who thought of what it meant to transport prisoners in such a harsh way.
Silence, silence, still silence, the roar of the elevator was not covered by any sound, it was clearly visible, the elevator door opened, and the **** team continued to move forward until they came to a special door.
There is finally a little light here. This door is very special. It is not an ordinary single door, but has two opposite doors like a fence gate. There is a red indicator light above the door. It was this lamp that brought the extremely weak light.
Half of the gate was opened, the cage was aligned with the gate again, and the **** went through the same process again, and when Schiller stepped into this special room, he saw a person sitting opposite the long table in the center, That was William Denechet. Lane
But Schiller's eyes didn't stay on him for too long, but passed him and looked at the wall behind him.
There was nothing on the wall, but Schiller looked over the camouflaged wall and landed behind the wall, on a group of people observing the room.
"He saw us," Davis said.
In the dark room, there are several rows of cinema-like seats, extending from low to high and gradually extending backward.
But this time, Davis was not sitting in the center of the seat. The person sitting in the center of the first row was a thin black female.
"Of course he can see us." The black female voice sounded, with a hint of sharpness in the low voice, and some undetectable complex emotions.
"I've known Schiller Rodriguez for a long time, not just because of his great reputation as a psychologist. Perhaps, would you like to hear the story of his other identity?"
Davis turned his head to look at the black woman with some interest, and he said, "Amanda, it's time now, so don't be a fool, we are actually very curious, how did you choose the seats?" Le?"
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, there are many People don't want you to do this, you paid too much for Schiller."
"The high-ranking intellectuals who knew about this plan disagreed with it, and they felt that this was a challenge to their class."
"And when Schiller was involved in the events in Central America, many people wanted him to disappear, and you paid a lot to save him."
"We are all curious, what do you value in him?"
"You only know that he is a famous psychologist, but you don't know that when he was young, he used to hunt down various serial murderers all over the world, observe and study them." Amanda's voice sounded.
"Perhaps, he has some kind of ideal, wants to completely solve these cancer cells born in human society, and wants to find the answer to this unsolvable problem." Amanda narrowed her eyes slowly and said . Lane
"When he was observing the serial killers, I was also observing him. Over the decades, through unremitting pursuit, he established a club of serial killers, became the master who controlled them, and became the **** of lunatics , the shepherd of the lambs.”
Amanda slowly closed her eyes, the sudden light 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 Lord, and will never be a qualified shepherd.”
"I know, he's trying to control the criminals, but the way he controls them is by making the lunatics chase after an even crazier kind, and making the serial killers see him as a mountain that they'll always want to climb and beyond.”
"But it's actually not an effective method at all." Amanda shook her head lightly, and said, "When he's around, the lambs keep quiet out of reverence, but if he's not around, Those who chased him, wanted to replace him."
"Shepherds are people, not sheep. They can't mix with sheep, and they can't let this group of naturally cruel lunatics think that their master is their own kind."
"If they want to become real shepherds, they must feel the pain that goes deep into the bone marrow. No matter whether the shepherd wields the whip or not, they will be terrified and panicked, and they will never be able to raise the idea of replacing it."
"That's what you're doing, isn't it?" Davis said, looking at Amanda. Lane
Amanda did not admit or deny, she just stared at the situation in the room and said: "There is nothing that can prove my right more than letting a lamb in the cloak of a **** lower his haughty 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, and the measures we have taken to imprison him may not be effective. "
Amanda shook her head again and said: "You still don't understand these lunatics, the crazier they are, the weaker they are, they want their souls to stand up, so they are never afraid to let their bodies kneel down. "
"For the sake of ideological victory, they will even take the initiative to eliminate the interference of all off-site factors to ensure that the environment of the discussion is pure."
"They don't even bother to use brute force to break the situation. It is to prove that their thoughts are not as great as others, and they will only shake their fists in anger."
Amanda turned her head to look at Davis and said: "The strict restraint measures you have enacted are actually useless. If he doesn't want to come here, you can't catch him at all, and since he has come here No penalty will force him to leave until 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 staring at this plan, and you won't let them down, right?" Lane
Amanda turned her head back, so that Davis didn't see a trace of distaste flitting between the corners of her eyes and brows, and they both cast their gazes into the room behind the wall.
Schiller's mask was not turned on, and he was still unable to speak. William handed him a stack of paper and a pen, and asked him to write down what he wanted to say with his handcuffed hands.
"Hello, Professor Rodriguez, we meet again, how are you doing these few days?" William smiled and looked at Schiller, he was asking knowingly.
In the previous week, Schiller had experienced complete sensory deprivation.
Although the time limit is one week, according to reliable experimental data analysis, in the human mind, the time of loneliness and darkness experienced may be about 20 times the real time, that is to say, Schiller experienced about 5 months of torment of loneliness.
"I'm fine," Schiller wrote on the paper.
"It seems that your mental state is far from reaching its limit. This surprised me, because three of the criminals who came here with you have gone completely crazy. We are appeasing them and giving them They provide professional psychiatric treatment."
When William spoke, there was always a smile on his face, but if you looked at his eyes, he didn't actually smile at all, and there was even a hint of malice in his eyes.
"Since your mental condition is still healthy, I would like to imprison you for another month. It shouldn't be a problem, right?"
The smile on William's face could no longer be concealed. He smiled softly, stood up, put his hands on the table, and let the shadow of his body cover Schiller.
He looked condescendingly into Schiller's eyes and said, "Professor Schiller, you may have forgotten that when you were teaching at Columbia University, you once rejected a graduate application."
"In the reply email I received, you judged the paper I wrote as worthless, and now, I have obtained a Ph.D. from the Department of Psychology of Harvard University, and you have become a prisoner."
Schiller frowned. He seemed to be thinking about which one belonged to William among all the application essays he had read, but his still somewhat distracted eyes showed that he hadn't remembered it at all.
William's expression gradually became ferocious, and he could no longer bear such ignorance, so he punched the button on the table hard. Lane
The special collar around Schiller's neck suddenly turned red, and the electric current exploded. Schiller twitched for a moment, and supported the table with one forearm to prevent himself from falling over.
Schiller shrugged his shoulders, lowered his head, and put his forehead close to the table. Only the heaving and rising of his chest proved that he was not asleep.
William straightened 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 dog in the water, but I don't mind at all, making you more embarrassed, this is the price you should pay for your arrogance."
After speaking, William pressed the button again, and Schiller twitched on the table and let out a muffled groan.
Tens of seconds later, a trembling hand full of veins stretched out to the side, the pale fingers grabbed the pen next to it, and slowly wrote on the paper in crooked characters:
"Are they allowing you to do this?"
William let out a burst of laughter, and said, "You are just a prisoner. The result of your mental evaluation depends entirely on the conclusion I wrote."
"In order to get you to cooperate, I took some coercive measures, how could they not understand? You don't really think that someone will come to offend me because of you, a criminal, right?"
Schiller's deep laughter came from his chest, it sounded slow, powerful and full of sarcasm.
William's hand on the button continued to exert force.
The next second, with a bang, the door opened, and Amanda Waller led Davis out. Amanda in a long suit said coldly:
"Enough, get out of here."
William turned his head, but Davis stepped forward and stared into his eyes and said, "Today's psychiatric evaluation is over, Dr. William, get out of here."
William wanted to say something else, but seeing Davis's cold eyes, he pursed his lips and turned the corners of his mouth down fiercely. He turned around and glared at Schiller, then turned and left.
Amanda stood at the table, lowered her eyes to look at Schiller, who was still bowing her head, and said, "Sorry, professor, he has made some very rude actions, and he will pay for it."
Schiller raised his eyes to look at Amanda. The moment he saw Amanda's face, he found that among the few broken memories he inherited from the original Schiller, there was Amanda's grief and indignation. expression.
"Long time no see, Amanda." One of Schiller's hands trembled, and he couldn't even write a complete letter well. Amanda's mouth pursed, and a complex expression appeared on his face, but Soon, the coldness returned.
"Professor, I am very glad that we met again. I think it must be uncomfortable to sit here and have an electric current run through your body."
"But it should be able to let you understand that your approach will not work at all, you are not a shepherd."
Schiller looked up and saw the hatred in Amanda's eyes, and Amanda's tone slowly sank, and she continued: "Natural killers like you must be punished severely enough to corrode skin, break bones, Take out your heart." Lan
"The so-called natural lunatics are completely false propositions. They dare to release their madness unscrupulously 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 there was a "sizzling", and an unprecedentedly strong electric current burst out.
"Uh..."
Schiller could no longer maintain his balanced posture, he fell to one side, his forehead hit the table, and a hum burst out from his chest.
But Amanda didn't show any complacent expression, her frowning brows and wrinkled eye corners were all telling her entanglement and pain.
Under Amanda's gaze, Schiller's chest continued to rise and fall. He was panting heavily, looking very embarrassed. Amanda asked:
"Now, do you still think you are a shepherd?"
Schiller could hardly hold the pen, but still wrote a line of words on the paper with trembling hands.
"I was always the lamb...the only lamb."
Amanda flinches, and Schiller continues.
"And what the lamb has to do is to sacrifice himself to welcome... the Lord's new life."
United States, New Jersey, Gotham, Gotham City Police Department.
The young police officer hurried up the stairs, handed Gordon a document in his hand, and said: "Sheriff, the New Jersey State Administration has revoked the emergency support order, and you don't have to go to the State Police Station to help Already."
Gordon looked a little puzzled, 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 people that they transferred me?" /
The young police officer scratched his head and said, "Haven't you listened to the radio recently? There have been no new serial murders for several days, and even the hard-to-detect serious cases that appeared before, the murderers have surrendered themselves. "
Gordon's eyes widened. After his subordinates left, he looked at the documents in his hand in confusion.
But before he read the content carefully~IndoMTL.com~ Another female police detective hurried up and said to Gordon: "Mrs. The call came to the police station, saying that Jonathan Crane, who had been in the hospital, ran out, and his target seemed to be the Gotham Police Department.”
Gordon's face immediately became serious, and he waved his hand and said: "Full alert, this lunatic may want to blow up..."
"Gordon! James Gordon! When are you going to get Schiller back?!" Jonathan's voice appeared at the door, and Gordon put his hand on the gun at his waist, but Jonathan who walked in Still wearing hospital gowns, no weapons, no bombs.
"Hurry up and get Schiller back! I'm almost bored to death without newspapers to read! I'm even so bored that I published a paper on 'Natural Chemistry'!"
"What newspaper? What paper?" Gordon looked at him with puzzled eyes, and Jonathan also stared at Gordon. After a few seconds, Gordon suddenly realized. He looked at Jonathan and said, "You said, you should Could it be your group of serial killers who made some secret sign in the newspaper?" Lan
"Do you know how long the password 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 have to think about it The method..."
Suddenly, there was a sound coming from the shadow in the corner of the room, Gordon's eyes widened suddenly, and he turned his head to look.
He sees Batman, but it's not like Batman.
Gordon saw that in the eyes hidden in the darkness, divinity and evil perfectly merged together.
The hoarse voice that made people feel like falling into the ice cellar sounded in the room.
"The new password is 'full-width separator'."