The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1186 The Cry of the Lamb ([-])
Denver, Colorado, USA, Florence Supermax Prison (Florence Adx Supermax Prison), 7:20 p.m.

A giant van truck with a black front and a white rear was parked on a concrete road made of special materials. Due to the heavy weight and strong inertia of the vehicle, when the brakes were stepped on, the tires left a black streak on the road. trace.

Behind the van truck, there were four special escort vehicles for the FBI. After the truck stopped, the leading vehicle continued to move forward, turned a corner and stopped in front of the truck.

After the small vehicle stopped, the four doors opened simultaneously, and four armed policemen with live ammunition came out of the vehicle and lined up on both sides of the truck.

The last escort vehicle pulled up at the back of the truck, and this time, two agents in FBI field uniforms, a scholar in a suit, and Davis in civilian uniform stepped out of the vehicle.

After getting out of the car, Davis put on his sunglasses first. Although it was night, so many vehicles gathered together, and the headlights were a bit dazzling. William in a suit stepped forward and shook hands with him. Davis Glancing at him, he didn't speak.

Davis picked up the walkie-talkie on his waist and began to direct the armed police and agents on the scene to carry out the last step of the escort, which was to transport the prisoner to the prison.

After all the commanders and armed personnel entered the scene, special drivers drove other small vehicles out of the scene to prevent someone from interfering with the escort in advance.

There was only one truck left in front of the prison and the explosion-proof roadblock built by the armed police. All the armed men hid behind the roadblock in groups of three and aimed at the door of the truck.

The commander withdrew 200 meters away, and behind him a heavily armed armed policeman and a supervisory agent came in front of Davis. Davis put down the walkie-talkie, took off his sunglasses, and watched the agent inspect the equipment on the armed policeman. examine.

After the inspection, a female agent with a form came forward. Davis glanced at the contents of the form, picked up the pen next to the form, and signed his name. The female agent then took the form to the armed police and Overseer Agent to confirm.

After all the confirmations were completed, the armed police and special agents walked to the door of the truck. All of a sudden, the sound of "cracking" gun loading sounded one after another, and all the lighting tools were aimed at the door, illuminating it like daytime.

Under the strong white light, the car door opened slowly, but inside the door was not a prisoner, but a closed square metal box. Judging from the equipment hung outside the metal box, the box was completely sealed, and even the air exchange was difficult. It's done by machines and oxygen delivery systems.

The armed policeman adjusted the position of the gun mounted on his chest, grabbed the handrail by the door, climbed into the compartment, opened the lock that fixed the box, pulled the joystick on the right, and the slide rail above the compartment slowly lowered.

The agents who were still standing outside the car door grabbed the front end of the slide rail and pulled it down. A ladder protruded from the front half of the slide rail. After the agents fixed the end of the ladder on the ground, they also walked into the car. Work together to push the metal box out along the slide rails.

After the box slid down to the ground, the two teams of six-member armed police closest to the vehicle lined up on both sides, and all loaded weapons with magazines were aimed at the metal box door.

Davis stepped forward and entered the password on the combination lock with his own hands. After he stepped back, another agent stepped forward to enter the password twice, followed by the password three times. After all the passwords were entered, the door opened.

In an instant, the strong light illuminated the figures inside so that no faces and outlines could be seen clearly. The purpose of this was to make the prisoners lose their eyesight for a short time and prevent violent injuries.

But in fact, the prisoner in the box has no ability to hurt people, because he is wearing a straitjacket, a metal mask, and shackles on his feet. In addition, he is also locked in a cage with iron bars. Thicker than a fist.

Push the iron cage out of the box in the same way, but this time, there is no need to open the door of the cage, because there are universal wheels under the cage, and the secret agents and armed police pushed the cage towards the prison gate.

All the armed police lined up on both sides, and Davis followed at the end of the line. Looking at the back of Schiller in the cage, he slowly narrowed his eyes.

In just a moment's glimpse, he saw Schiller's barren gray eyes.

It didn't look like the elegant and gentle scholar he saw in the synagogue, but his temperament was indeed worthy of such strict monitoring.

The escort team advanced slowly in the darkness, first walked through an empty square, and then walked up a slope to the building.

This is not the main entrance of the prison. It is reserved for visitors and journalists. The passage for escorting prisoners is special. All exposed routes have high walls and power grids, and all indoor routes have surveillance and weapons.

After going around to the back of the building, there is a small door. Only two people in front and back are allowed to push the cage forward, and the rest can only follow behind. After the two armed policemen entered, Davis walked from the upstairs to the door. Enter the door on the other side of the body, and after the cage enters the elevator, it also boards the elevator.

In the elevator, there were only two escorts, Schiller and Davis in the cage.

The bottom of the cage was a piece higher, and Schiller's feet were completely fixed in the metal at the bottom and could not move. The straitjacket on the upper body was also fixed to the railings on both sides of the cage with iron chains.

Generally speaking, ordinary felons will not use such strict restraint methods, because most of the felons, even if they make bombs, are still human beings, and humans are carbon-based organisms, so they have no way to interact with steel. Rivalry.

But Davis knew that this prison was not so simple. The FBI decided to activate it in advance, just to deal with special severe punishments like Schiller, which may cause great harm, and ordinary restraint methods may not be effective at all. commit.

As far as Davis knows, there are at least a dozen other targets like Schiller, and the ultimate purpose of this prison is not to lock them up until they die of old age, but to let them use another method to serve the federal government. Do your part safely.

The elevator stopped slowly, and Davis walked out first, followed by the escort and the prison cage holding Schiller, walking along the dark corridor. When the cage was moving between the densely packed doors, Like a train traveling through time and space.

Davis stopped in front of a door at the end of the room, and the escorts aligned the door of the cage with the door of the room, and the two doors were seamlessly joined together.

Afterwards, Davis signed another document. One of the escorts pointed the gun at Schiller's head and said to him in a Chen voice: "Don't move your head, look forward, before I ask you to do something." , remain completely still, or we will shoot."

Schiller didn't respond, but just stood there silently. Davis came to the back of the cage, squatted down to enter the code on the code lock there, and then pressed the button.

The two escorts pulled the metal that fixed the footsteps outward, allowing Schiller's footsteps to have a certain amount of room to move, and the escort who shouted said: "Stand up on it."

Schiller raised one of his feet and stood on top of the metal block. Immediately after the iron chains fastening the restraint uniform to the railing were untied, another escort stood behind Schiller and said, "I will Unzip your back for you, don't do anything aggressive, or we'll shoot right away."

After speaking, one of the escorts pointed a gun at Schiller's head, and the other reached into the railing and unzipped the back of Schiller's straitjacket.

Because there were two heavy iron chains hanging from the sleeves of the straitjacket, after the zipper on the back was unzipped, the straitjacket fell down and broke away from Schiller's body, revealing the prison uniform.

"There is a pair of handcuffs hanging in front of you, please put them on immediately."

Schiller looked up and found that there was a pair of handcuffs hanging above the door frame of the prison room in front of him, just within his reach, so he stretched out both hands to take off the handcuffs and put them on his wrists superior.

"Now, go into the room, turn around and face us, and raise your hands above your head." The escort said again.

Schiller stepped forward and walked out of the cage, crossed the threshold and came into the room. He was barefoot and did not wear shoes, but the ground in the room was not cold, so certain insulation measures should have been taken.

After Schiller walked over, he turned around, and his eyes above the mask stared at Davis standing in front of the door. One of the escorts turned and left, and went to a place very far away from this cell. Through remote control, the cell's The door lowered slowly.

After the door of the cell was closed, the entire room was completely sealed, with no windows leading to the outside world, and no surveillance windows. The entire room was a closed can that was completely impenetrable to any light and air.

This prison cell is far less than 4 square meters. The bed that is close to the three walls on the right is only 1.2 meters long. It is not so much a bed as a slightly wider chair. It leads to the door, but nothing else.

If you have to describe it, it is very similar to a second-class seat on a train. The space a prisoner has is a chair for sitting and a little space for his legs in front.

Compared with second-class seats, the only advantage is that the floor is high enough, with a distance of about 4 meters from the ground to the ceiling, and the entire cell is like a deep well.

And this design is not for enough space, but because the oxygen supply device for circulating air, monitors and speakers are all on the ceiling, which is to prevent prisoners from touching them.

Schiller had just sat down on the edge of the bed when Davis's voice blared from the speakers above his head.

"Good evening, Professor Rodriguez." Davis began with a little brisk tone, like a qualified radio host.

"I think you've figured out that the mask you're wearing not only prevents bites, it also fixes your jawbone so you can't speak."

"We are well aware of the power of language used by a psychiatrist, so we regret that during your sentence, without our permission, you could only remain silent."

Schiller looked up at the ceiling, and Davis, who watched his expression through the monitor, saw a trace of innocence in his focused eyes, but this did not make him feel relaxed, but sent a chill along His spine climbed up the back of his head.

"Professor Schiller, please don't worry about whether you can leave here before the end of your sentence. I believe the answer is already obvious."

"But more importantly, such strict monitoring measures are not just to imprison your freedom. This is not only a restriction, but also a protection."

"In order for our next conversation to be more enjoyable, I will first express our sincerity to you." Davis raised his voice slightly and said.

"When you got out of the car, you should have seen that William Denetchet came here with me, but the difference is that I came to ensure your safety, and he wanted your life .”

"To show my sincerity, I agreed to his request for the first mental evaluation after you were imprisoned. I hope that this sacrifice can lay the foundation for our good cooperation in the future."

"Of course, I know that you won't be stupid enough to commit murder in a tightly monitored prison, and you won't take the initiative to use such atrocities to increase your sentence, but we will provide you with a little help."

"In the next week, you will stay in this secluded prison, using extreme sensory deprivation punishment, to confess the crimes you have committed."

"At the same time, in the darkness and loneliness, accumulate your crazy desires, and deliver a bloody feast to your prey."

(End of this chapter)