The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1196 The Cry of the Lamb ([-])

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, so even when night falls, the bright moonlight will clearly illuminate the buildings here.

The lonely super prison in Florence, located at the foot of the mountain, looks even more 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 that here What kind of lunatic is being imprisoned.

Sometimes ignorance is indeed a happy thing. If they know the truth about this prison, they will probably 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. Davis, who had already been waiting in front of the prison, enthusiastically He greeted him and shook hands with Bruce.

"Regarding William's death, I feel very sorry. I don't know what kind of brutal murderer dared to do something in the FBI base, and I don't know what good he did." Bruce mentioned as if chatting a topic.

While leading the two into the prison, Davis sighed: "The murderer is really crazy. Does he think that the crimes committed by the FBI will not be discovered? In fact, someone has already discovered the thread. We 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 case handling, but I have also talked to Amanda before, and many people attribute this incident to serial killers. They feel very dissatisfied with your planned revenge, thinking that your plan was 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 entered the building along the narrow passage on the side of the prison. Bruce seemed to be curious about the environment here, looking up and down the structure of the building.

After a while, he shook his head and said: "Miss Waller, as I said, your idea is good. Find a super large prison to put serial killers in, and then domesticate them. , which is feasible.”

"Serial killers are not ignorant wood. Although they don't think of themselves as human beings, 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 domestication of violence is wrong, do you still want me to reason with them in a nice voice? After so many years of social life, I haven't made them understand. The simplest reason is, 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 violence alone, and that's the void I'm trying to fill."

"Miss Waller, I think you should have heard of that very famous murder case. 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 intending 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 she was not expressing dissatisfaction. She was trying to recall the Thomas Wayne case. She shook her head and said, "I've heard of that case, but the murder that happened in Gotham The case is very mysterious, have you found the murderer yet?"

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

Amanda was relieved by Bruce's words and the exclamation in his tone. If Bruce said that his parents were also killed by serial killers, Amanda would have doubts.

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

"What's going on 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, he refused, and when I found a clue that pointed to a newsstand, he burned it ahead of time , 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 traces of their communication, Schiller also eliminated my clues."

Bruce nodded, and didn't ask any more questions. At this time, before they came to a room, Davis entered the password and said: "You said you want to see Professor Schiller, so I'll have someone transport him here in advance. The side is coming, although he has just finished the operation and has almost no mobility, but in order to ensure your safety, it is best not to have 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.

Bruce raised his eyebrows when the door opened, because it was visible to the naked eye 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 intend to rescue Schiller, because Bruce was neither very angry, nor sad or sad.

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

Schiller didn't look at him at all, but Bruce walked up to Schiller on his own, and then went around behind him, but because of the cover of the prison uniform, he could only see the stitches on the back of his neck, but this It was also 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 slowly in the room, 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 talking about 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 in other words, these answers can be summarized into One answer, I think it's - 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 the hatred of the power holder. Services."

"But there's only one power that's different, and that's 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 the love he thinks .”

"Before the children grow up, the family is a completely closed environment for them. 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 own 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 hose and needles. Bruce put on his gloves, and until then, Schiller looked up at him and asked in a hoarse voice: "Do you want to do it?" What?"

"Blood," 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 give you back that 1000 milliliters of blood." , we're done."

Bruce shook his head, put on his gloves, picked up the needle, and stuck 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. 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, after leaving the sealed container, immediately gave off a bloody smell.

Bruce came to Schiller holding the cup expressionlessly, Schiller looked up at him, Bruce's face was sunk in the darkness against the backlight, 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 his students just for fun."

While 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, Pride will never be free, and he will never be free." It was impossible to escape the fate that was entangled with me, and I also violated my own principles as a teacher and became a monster who abused students."

Schiller slowly opened his eyes. 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 kept being passed forward, Schiller could only turn his head to avoid the approaching bloody smell.

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

With a 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, ignoring the violent vibration to tear open the wound on his back, the blood stained half of the prison uniform.

Bruce strode over with the glass, Schiller staggered to his feet and tried to avoid it, Bruce dropped the glass to the ground, 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 shook him off, 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 or graceful posture. They were both covered in blood and pale, looking as embarrassed as a lunatic or a tramp.

The balance only balanced for less than a second, and one of the figures knelt down feebly, covered his bloody mouth with his hands, and trembled all over.

Another figure walked up to him and threw away the blood-stained glass shards.

Bruce wiped his cheek with his bloody 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.

In the midst of the chaos, Bruce slowly hugged Schiller.

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

　When other authors wrote about the prelude to the abuser, the readers burst into tears

I wrote about the prelude to the abuser, and the comment area is full of pants...?
What are you doing!Don't be rustling!
　
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