The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1190 The Cry of the Lamb ([-])
In the completely dark cell corridor, security personnel with night vision goggles pushed a heavy cage forward.

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.

Once again, the cage enters the elevator, and there are no buttons or joysticks in the elevator, everything is controlled remotely by humans.

The entire transportation process was too silent, with a terrifying atmosphere, but it was not the prisoners who felt the fear, but the escorts 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 escort 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 gate. A lamp brought an extremely weak light.

Half of the door was opened, the cage was aligned with the door again, and the escort went through the same process again. When Schiller stepped into this special room, he saw a person sitting opposite the long table in the center. That was William · Denetchet.

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 on the group of people observing the room behind the wall.

"He saw us," Davis said.

In the dark room, there are several rows of cinema-like seats, from low to high, 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 voice of a black woman sounded, with a hint of sharpness in the low voice, as well as subtle 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 already at this time, so don't be tricky, we are actually very curious, why did you choose Schiller?"

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 put a lot of pressure on this, and many people don't want to let you You've done too much for Schiller by doing that."

"The high-ranking intellectuals who knew about this plan did not agree with it. 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 question." Amanda narrowed her eyes slowly and said.

"When he was observing serial killers, I was also observing him. Through decades of unremitting pursuit, he established a club of serial killers, became the master who controlled them, became the god of madmen, lambs shepherd."

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 the criminal himself. Their Lord will never be a qualified shepherd."

"I know that he is trying to control those criminals, but the way he controls them is to make the group of lunatics chase after a crazier kind, make the serial killers regard him as a mountain, and make them always want to climb and surpass. "

"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 Anyone who has surpassed him wants to replace him.”

"Shepherds are people, not sheep. They cannot mix with sheep, and they cannot 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, right?" Davis said, looking at Amanda.

Amanda didn't admit it or deny it. 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 god lower its proud head."

Davis lowered his eyes, cleared his throat, and said, "According to 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 more fragile 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 ideas are not as great as others, and they will only shake their fists in anger."

Amanda turned her head to 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 already come here, after getting No penalty will force him to leave until he gets the answers 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?"

Amanda turned her head away, so Davis didn't see the disgust flickering 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 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, asking knowingly.

For 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 has experienced about 5 months. 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 professional treatment. treatment of mental illness."

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 think it will be fine to imprison me for another month, 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 you once rejected a graduate application when you were teaching at Columbia University."

"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 slammed the button on the table.

The special collar around Schiller's neck suddenly turned on a red light, 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 his chest rose and fell rapidly, proving 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 lagging dog, 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. His pale fingers picked up the pen next to him, and slowly wrote in crooked characters on the paper:
"Did they allow you to do this?"

William let out a burst of laughter, and said, "You are just a prisoner, and 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 offend me for you, a criminal, do you?"

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 still wanted to say something, but seeing Davis's cold eyes, he pursed his lips and turned the corners of his mouth down fiercely, turned his head 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 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 expression of grief and indignation.

"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 her face, but soon, It was cold again.

"Professor, I'm glad we met again. I think it must be unpleasant to sit here and have the electric current run through your body."

"But it should show you that what you're doing doesn't work, you're 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 the skin, break the bones, and take out the heart .”

"The so-called natural lunatics are completely false propositions. They dare to unleash their madness unscrupulously only 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 couldn't keep his balance anymore, he fell to one side, his forehead touched the table, and he let out a hum 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 kept rising and falling. He was panting heavily, looking very embarrassed. Amanda asked:
"Now, do you still feel like a shepherd?"

Schiller could hardly hold the pen, but still wrote a line of words on the paper with trembling hands.

"I've always been a lamb...the only lamb."

Amanda's pupils flinch, and Schiller writes on.

"And what the lamb has to do is to offer itself to welcome... the new life of the Lord."

United States, New Jersey, Gotham, Gotham City Police Department.

The young police officer hurried up the stairs, handed a document in his hand to Gordon 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."

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 policeman scratched his head and said, "Didn't you listen to the radio recently? There have been no new serial murders for several days, and even the murderers of the hard-to-solve serious cases that appeared before have surrendered themselves."

Gordon's eyes widened. After his subordinates left, he looked at the documents in his hand in confusion.

But before he could read the content carefully, another female police detective hurried up and said to Gordon: "Mrs. Miller from the Arkham Mental Hospital called the police station and said It was Jonathan Klein who had been in the hospital and ran out, and his target seems to be the Gotham Police Department."

Gordon's face immediately became serious, and he waved his hand and said, "Full alert, this lunatic might 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 was still wearing a sick suit. Uniforms, no weapons, no bombs.

"Hurry up and get Schiller back! I'm bored to death without newspapers! I'm so bored that I published a paper on 'Natural Chemistry'!"

"What newspaper? What paper?" Gordon looked at him with puckered eyes, and Jonathan stared at Gordon. After a few seconds, Gordon suddenly realized. He looked at Jonathan and said, "What did you mean? You group of serial killers, what kind of code did you make in the newspaper?"

"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 must find a way... "

Suddenly, a sound came from the shadow in the corner of the room. Gordon suddenly widened his eyes and 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 were perfectly fused together.

A hoarse voice that made people feel like falling into an ice cellar sounded in the room.

"The new password is 'full-width separator'."

　I made a thousand chapters of dumplings!
　
(End of this chapter)