The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1188 The Cry of the Lamb ([-])
In the dimly lit room, only one screen shone with a cold luster, and the picture on the screen seemed a little weird. There was only one color distinguished by shade, and it was almost completely still, looking cold, cruel and lifeless.

If someone has actually seen the monitoring screen, they should know that the picture on the screen at this time is the scene presented by the night vision device.

In the picture, there is a narrow prison cell that can't be narrower. A man wearing a mask is sitting on the bed, staring ahead without any movement.

After a while, a small opening was opened in the wall in front of him, but there was no one on the opposite side of this passage, only a passage opened obliquely upwards, and a piece of food slipped out of the passage through a special, between Packed sandwiches between paper and cloth.

With a "click", the lock on the mask was unlocked by remote control, and the mask still couldn't be taken off, but the jaw-fixing device no longer worked, and the part of the mask that covered the lips in the center could also be lifted.

Judging from his mechanical chewing movements, this thing should have no taste, and after eating everything, the lock on the mask was locked again, and the red light was on above the wall passage, and the person sitting on the bed held The hand of the outer packaging reaches in.

After the outer packaging is taken away, the arm is fixed, and the infusion needle penetrates the skin, and the nutrient solution and the water needed by the human body will enter the body through the infusion.

The infusion time is about half an hour. After the end, there is a small invisible door on the right side of the wall where the passage is located, about half the height of a person. After the door is opened, pass through the narrow and low passage. It is a bathroom with basic facilities.

All the facilities and doors are opened and closed at regular intervals, but the opening and closing times are not regular. Sometimes it may be opened twice an hour, and sometimes it may be opened only once in 5 hours. The same is true for food delivery and infusion.

All these seemingly cumbersome and cumbersome incarceration behaviors are to blur time and make prisoners lose the concept of "heaven" in the sensory deprivation. They don't know how long they will stay here, and when this despair can finish.

The vast majority of experiments claim that sensory deprivation is the cruelest punishment for human beings, and its greatest pain lies in the blurring of time.

Humans are a race that needs a reference to accurately feel time. If a person only has his own thinking without any external senses, then his experience of time will be completely different from the passage of time in reality.

And in most cases, the time felt immersed in thinking is much longer than in the real world.

And this kind of boredom and loneliness that has been slowed down countless times can almost destroy the will of any human being, and in the monitoring room, the two people watching this scene are aware of this.

"What a cruel punishment." Standing in front of the screen, William in a suit said with a smile.

And Davis beside him glanced at him, and said: "Mr. Denetchet, you should understand that you can come here because you have rich experience in working in other prisons for serious criminals. You Why should you be ashamed of that?"

William pushed his glasses, shook his head and said, "Indeed, many prisons for heavy offenders more or less adopt long-term imprisonment and sensory deprivation to treat prisoners."

"But the main purpose of taking this sentence is to calm down the manic criminals and warn them not to take any escape actions or think about harming the prison guards. The trauma it brings to them is just a side effect of the warning."

William sneered, glanced at Davis and said, "But here, the purpose of treating prisoners with such harsh sensory deprivation punishment is to make them mentally traumatized. I will lament this cruel method. Is it normal too?"

Davis walked across from William, stared at the eyes behind his eyes with a cold and slightly playful look, and said, "Do you still think that they are just ordinary criminals?"

"All of the 16 criminals in custody, including Schiller Rodriguez, have superhuman abilities in some way. This ability may be superpowers that ordinary people understand, such as huge strength, sharp teeth, and so on. Claws, it may also be the ability to influence the mind of others."

"These criminals with superpowers that exist in ordinary people's society will pose a great threat to the public. It is impossible for the FBI to sit idly by." Davis pursed his lips tightly into a line, and continued in a low tone. explain.

"If they were just different from ordinary people, they would not be held here. All the prisoners transported to this prison have used their abilities beyond ordinary people to commit serious crimes. They do not deserve sympathy."

"For ordinary criminals, a little punishment will make them quiet, but for these super criminals, if they don't use torture, they will not repent of their crimes."

Davis turned around, and at this time, the monitoring screen had turned into many small squares. In most of the cells, the images returned by the monitors were flickering violently. There were already more than half of the criminals, because Unable to bear the horrific sensory deprivation and started yelling, manic and violent.

Davis just stared at the picture coldly, his eyelids twitched, and he said: "They are dangerous, but they are also precious. The abilities they possess should have created greater value for the world. But they use it to commit crimes."

"All we have to do is whip them, admonish them, let them know what pain is, and awaken their long-forgotten fears in their crazy thinking."

"We need to establish new personalities and new rules for them, make them fearful and ashamed, save them from madness, let their proud talents be targeted, and use their talents to serve their future. Half a life of evil atones for it."

Standing in the cold light emitted by the pictures sent back by countless monitors, Davis opened his arms, raised his head and said:
"These pure and beautiful lambs need a new shepherd to lead them to the glorious sanctuary to atone for the sins that ordinary people cannot atone for, so that they can be forgiven and forgiven by the Lord. They need to be grateful for this and cry out loudly .”

"So, we called this great operation—the Lamb Project!"

"Project Lamb?"

In the office on the top floor of the Wayne Group building, Bruce looked at Angela's face and repeated the words she just said, while the female police officer nodded very seriously and said, "Yes, I just learned about this too The specific name of the plan."

Angela leaned on the back of the chair with her hands and turned around, looking at the gloomy sky of Gotham outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, her face was equally gloomy.

"Before, time was tight, I didn't have time to tell you, maybe you also felt puzzled, I was just an ordinary policeman, why did I suddenly join the FBI?"

"Ordinary police? With all due respect, Miss Dodgson, you are a little underestimating yourself. Your reputation is known to everyone in the federal serious crimes squad. Everyone knows that you are best at dealing with those Crazy serial killers, find clues from their behavior, so as to solve the cases they committed." Bruce said.

But Angela showed a bitter smile. She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but then shook her head slightly and said:
"Yes, I have spent my whole life fighting against these vicious serial killers, and I have indeed achieved some results, but Mr. Wayne, what you may not know is that the better you get to know them, the more you understand that they cannot be controlled. eradicated."

Bruce raised his eyebrows and looked at Angela's expression. The female police officer didn't show any special expression, but said as usual: "I've seen a 13-year-old girl who killed her parents with her own hands, just because of her teddy bear. It's sick, and she wants to cure it."

"I've also seen a Wall Street elite who burned down half a street. He didn't want to take revenge on the society, but just liked the smell of burning human beings."

"There is no reason for their madness. The madness is very thorough and pure. When interrogating them, they don't feel regret because they ruined others, and they don't even ruin their own future because of them. Feel the pain."

"I'm thinking, maybe they are some kind of manifestation of the original sin of mankind... Do you think it's ridiculous? A policeman can attribute this kind of thing to religious reasons?" Angela showed an absurd smile, but her eyes No smiles, just twinkling tears.

"Do you know why I chose to join the FBI?" Angela's red eyes were like the afterglow of the sunset in Gotham, and her tone was very calm, as if she had accepted the reality.

Bruce didn't answer, just looked at her silently, and Angela didn't need anyone else to answer this question.

"It's not because I hate them, it's not because I feel fear or anger towards them because of their cruelty, but because in the years of handling cases, I found that I gradually began to understand them."

Angela raised her head, her neck muscles twitched, she fell into a look of memories, and said:
"Perhaps you know that I once received treatment from Dr. Schiller. At that time, everyone thought that I couldn't bear the fear caused by the murders made by those damn lunatics, but the fact is exactly the opposite."

"In Schiller's psychological clinic, I kept crying and shouting, but it was not because of fear and anger, but because I was resisting, resisting the hallucinations I saw."

"At every murder scene, I can clearly see how the murderer cruelly killed innocent people. I can clearly feel their happiness and excitement at that time, and feel how they have benefited from this cruel act. , the pleasure and satisfaction gained.”

"I am also excited by this, and I am satisfied by this. I can't tell the difference between me and them, I can't understand, whether I understand them, I am also like them, a hopeless natural lunatic."

"As I get closer to them and understand them more and more, this kind of thought is irresistible, and in order not to let me really slip into the abyss, I can only choose to retreat."

"Entering the FBI, although I can still carry out criminal investigation work. But it also means that I gave up the pursuit of the first half of my life, and left the front line that needs me most. Like a coward, I chose to escape."

Angela raised her eyebrows, and in her vicissitudes and sharp eyes, Bruce saw the fragility of a girl and the confusion of a newborn.

"Countless people once asked about the secret of my success. Everyone wanted to know how I accurately found out the clues of those serial killers. If I didn't tell them, they would think that I was self-preserving."

"But I can't tell them that every long night I spend alone, on the sofa, in the mirror, on the other side of the bed, there is a crazy figure that follows me everywhere."

"That is a naturally indifferent, cruel, and crazy serial killer. He is the criminal I hate the most, and it is also...another me."

(End of this chapter)