In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1203: The Cry of the Lamb (15)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

The nights in Colorado are much milder than those in Gotham. The climate here is quite good. There are not so many rainy days and foggy days. Therefore, even when night falls, the bright moonlight will illuminate the buildings here. Chu.

Lonely located at the foot of the mountain, the super prison in Florence looks deserted under the bright moonlight, and even looks a little scary. Residents near Denver know that a prison has been built far away from the city, but they don’t know it. I know what kind of lunatic is imprisoned here.

Sometimes ignorance is indeed a happy thing. If they know the truth about this prison, they may never have a good night's dream again.

When a stretched luxury car was parked at the gate of the prison, Bruce in a suit came out. He came to the back of the car and opened the door for Amanda himself. David, who had already been waiting in front of the prison, Bruce greeted him warmly and shook hands with Bruce.

"I feel very sorry about William's death. I don't know what kind of a murderer dared to do something in the FBI base, and I don't know what good he did." Bruce seemed A topic was brought up like a small talk.

While leading the two into the prison, Davis sighed: "The murderer is really crazy. Does he think that if he works in the FBI, he will not be discovered? In fact, there have been people The thread is found, I think it won't be long before the murderer will be brought to justice."

Bruce nodded, smiled and said: "I am very confident in the efficiency of the FBI's handling of cases, but I have also talked to Amanda before, and many people attribute this matter to The serial killers are very dissatisfied with the revenge planned by you, and they think that your plan is too aggressive, which led to such consequences.”

Amanda snorted coldly and said: "They think that the whole world is aggressive, and it's best for the criminals to leave them alone, since they won't be able to harm them anyway."

Davis coughed lightly, as if to remind Amanda not to make such radical remarks. Amanda turned her head aside, as if she didn't want to bring up this topic again.

The three of them entered the building along the narrow passage on the side of the prison. Bruce seemed to be curious about the environment here, and looked up and down the structure of the building.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "Miss Waller, as I said, you have a good idea. Find a super large prison to put serial killers in, and then domesticate them. In theory, this is possible.”

"Serial killers are not ignorant wood. Although they don't think of themselves as human beings, in fact, they are still human beings. As long as they are human beings, they can be domesticated. The key lies in the method of domestication."

Amanda was still very unconvinced. She said: "If you think violent domestication is wrong, do you still want me to reason with them in a nice voice? After so many years of social life, I have not been able to Let them understand the simplest truth, if you can't give them enough pain, how can they have a long memory?"

Bruce shook his head and said, "Sometimes, violence is necessary, but it can't be the only way, and that's the void I want to fill."

"Miss Waller, I think you should have heard of the very famous murder. More than ten years ago, my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, died of murder. For so many years, I have been tracking down the murderer's trail. And plan to take revenge."

"I hate criminals no less than you. I am very happy to know that there are people like me in this world who have been planning to deal with criminals for so many years."

Amanda frowned slightly, but not dissatisfied. She was trying to recall the incident about the Thomas Wayne couple. She shook her head and said, "I've heard of that incident, but what happened Murder cases in Gotham are mysterious, have you found the murderer yet?"

"Yes, he is not a serial killer, but he was instigated by others. Out of interest, when I found him, he was already dying of old age. It would be useless to argue with him."

Bruce's words and the exclamation in his tone made Amanda breathe a sigh of relief. If Bruce said that his parents were also killed by serial killers, Amanda would have doubts.

"Until now, I haven't found the murderer who killed my parents and younger brother." Amanda said with a pursed lips, "Professor Schiller has made outstanding contributions to this."

"What's the matter with you two?" Bruce asked with some doubts.

"He used to be my college professor, I asked him for help after my family was killed, but he refused, and when a clue I found pointed to a newsstand, he burned it ahead of time. It fell there, the clues were interrupted, and to this day, I have not found the murderer."

Amanda took a deep breath and said: "Later, I learned that they communicated through newspapers and newspapers. In order to eliminate the traces of their communication, Schiller also eliminated my clues."

Bruce nodded and didn't ask any more questions. Before they came to a room at this time, Davis entered the password and said, "You said you want to see Professor Schiller, so I'll ask someone to send him ahead of time." He has been transported here, although he has just had an operation and is almost incapable of moving, but in order to ensure your safety, it is best not to make physical contact with him."

After speaking, the thick door opened, and inside was a closed room, still only having a light bulb hanging from the ceiling and a chair.

Schiller was still restrained on the chair, but because the wound was not healed, he did not wear a restraint suit, but an ordinary prison uniform, with his hands fixed on the armrests and his neck fixed on the back of the chair .

When the door opened, Bruce raised his eyebrows, because what was visible to the naked eye was that Schiller was in poor condition, his pale complexion caused by excessive blood loss and haggard from the recovery period made him look very weak.

Amanda looked at Bruce's expression, and now she was sure that Bruce really didn't seem to plan to rescue Schiller, because Bruce didn't show very angry, nor sad or sad.

"Professor, we meet again." Bruce said calmly.

Schiller didn't look at him at all, but Bruce walked in front of him, and then walked around behind him, but because of the cover of the prison uniform, only the traces of the wound on the back of the neck could be seen , but it was enough for Bruce to judge that Schiller was seriously injured.

"I have been thinking about a question for so many days since I was separated from you." Bruce paced the room slowly, and then said: "What do you want me to understand with this series of actions? "

"Of course, there may be many answers. For example, let me understand that I should not fall into the Stockholm complex easily. For example, let me believe that morbidity must coexist with me, and I can never get rid of it. I can only choose to accept it."

"For example, let me understand more deeply what you said before, that is, only criminals can deal with criminals, or it can also be said that I must first admit that I am a criminal and understand criminals before I can Deal with criminals."

When he said this, Bruce stopped, just in front of Schiller, he looked at Schiller and shook his head and said: "But I don't think this is the final answer, or these answers These can all be summed up into one answer, which I think is - patriarchy."

"There are many kinds of power in this world, but the vast majority of power is based on distrust and hatred. Because of distrust and hatred, it is necessary to use power to rule. Power is for the power holder. Served by hatred.”

"But there is only one power that is different, and that is patriarchy."

"It was born of love, and it also serves the father's love. Maybe the father's love is distorted, maybe the way of exercising power is wrong, but it is still born from the father's love for the child, or from the father's love. The love I thought."

"Before the children grow up, the family is a completely closed environment for them, and they have no ability to leave. In this environment, they are prone to Stockholm complex. Because they are unable to change their father, they lower their own standards and domesticate themselves to love. Him."

"The violence, arrogance, jealousy, and desire for control shown by the father in the process of exercising power all make children have a deeper understanding of human pathology."

"Fathers use their power to force their children to understand themselves, and the children who understand them will one day compete with them for power."

"In the process of growing up, let the balance tilt in your direction, so that after your father ages and loses power, you can completely take over his authority and become the new exerciser of patriarchy."

"In the beginning, I thought that I should focus on the power part of patriarchy, but now, I realize that I should focus on the part of patriarchy that is most different from other powers-love."

Bruce walked to the door, he said a few words to Davis at the door, Davis glanced at Amanda, Amanda nodded slightly, and Davis went out.

After a while, two security personnel brought in an ordinary table, and Bruce took a metal tray from two doctors in white coats and placed it on the table.

There was a cup in the metal tray, as well as transparent hoses and needles. Bruce put on gloves, and until then, Schiller looked up at him and asked in a hoarse voice: " What do you want to do?"

"Blood drawn," Bruce replied.

A series of low-pitched laughter came, and Schiller had difficulty even speaking, but his laughter still gave people great pressure. He looked at Bruce and said, "Come on, let me take that 1000ml of blood Return it to you, and we will settle the matter."

Bruce shook his head, put on his gloves, picked up the needle, and plunged the needle into his arm without hesitation, watching the red blood flow out until the entire blood bag was filled.

Schiller stared straight at his movements, and Amanda, who was standing behind Bruce, did not see the arrogance of winning in the professor's eyes for the first time.

When the blood bag was filled, Bruce pulled out the needle, shook the blood bag, took the glass next to it, and poured all the blood into it.

The full cup of blood immediately emitted a **** smell after leaving the sealed container.

Bruce came to Schiller holding the cup expressionlessly, and Schiller looked up at him. Bruce's face was sunk in the backlit darkness, and divinity and evil were dissolved in the blue eyes.

"Batman..." Schiller instinctively called out.

"You know, Arrogance has worked so hard for so long, just to complete the clown's mission as soon as possible, so that he doesn't have to be entangled with my fate anymore. You also know that he is a good teacher, and he will never hurt himself just for fun students."

Speaking in a low tone, Bruce handed the glass of blood to Schiller's lips, and said, "But as long as you drink Batman's blood, you will never be free if you are arrogant. He will never be able to escape the fate of being entangled with me, and he also violated his own principles as a teacher and became a monster who abused students."

Schiller slowly opened his eyes wide. He looked up at Bruce, but his body retreated instinctively until the back of his head was pressed against the back of the chair, and there was no way to retreat.

But the cups filled with blood were constantly being passed forward, Schiller could only turn his head to avoid the approaching **** smell.

But in the next second, Bruce's gloved hand directly grabbed Schiller's jaw, turned his head around, put his thumb in along the corner of his lips, and forcibly opened Schiller's jaw, The other hand tilted the cup and poured blood directly into it.

Whoosh, under Amanda's surprised eyes, Schiller disappeared from the chair, and the next second, he appeared in the corner of the room.

Schiller half-kneeled on the ground, covering his mouth full of blood, coughing and retching frantically~IndoMTL.com~ Regardless of the violent vibration, the wound on his back was torn open, blood stained half of the prison uniform.

[The novel that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of chasing bugs.]

Bruce strode over with the glass, Schiller staggered up and tried to avoid it, Bruce dropped the glass on the ground, then picked up a fragment, and swiped it towards his palm with all his might .

Schiller's movements froze uncontrollably for a moment, and then his expression froze.

When the blood on Bruce's palm burst out, the gray mist invaded and threw him to the ground.

The second after the gray mist condensed into a human form, Bruce stood up as fast as he could, and grabbed Schiller's neck from behind.

Schiller grabbed Bruce's wrist and threw him away, with a "swish", the blood on Bruce's hand splashed on Schiller's face.

When the two ended their entanglement and retreated separately, they had no calm expression, no elegant posture, they were covered in blood, their faces were pale, and they looked like lunatics and vagabonds in embarrassment.

The scale only balanced for less than a second, and one of the figures knelt down feebly, covering his **** mouth with his hands, trembling all over.

Another figure walked up to him, throwing away the blood-stained glass shards.

Bruce wiped his cheek with his **** palm, and half-knelt down amidst the blood on the floor.

His outstretched hands are like an ignorant baby, but also like the spread wings of a bat.

Amidst the chaos, Bruce slowly hugged Schiller.

Embracing his mentor, his enemy, his savior and father, his... lamb.