The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1199 The Cry of the Lamb ([-])

"Bruce Wayne, what the hell are you doing?!" Amanda shouted after Bruce in the corridor.

Bruce pursed his lips, stopped, turned to look at Amanda and said, "Ms. Waller, Professor Rodriguez said that you have no talent and are very emotional. It is not unreasonable."

"You didn't see it at all. I'm in a bad mood now, and I don't know the current situation. You are still asking me in such a rude tone."

"how do I……"

"Ka Ka Ka", a series of loading sounds sounded, and Amanda suddenly found that the security personnel behind her pointed the muzzle of the black hole at her, and Bruce, who stood in the darkness, looked at her with a cold look and said :

"Your memory is not good either. I've said it all. People like you who deal with criminals out of hatred are a minority. Those who work for money are the majority."

"Bruce Wayne! You bastard!! You took my work!!" Amanda screamed.

Bruce shook his head and said, "Don't take yourself too seriously. You have nothing to gain. The current situation in this prison is worse than a wasteland."

Seeing Amanda's shocked expression, Bruce Wayne said: "What are you surprised about? Where did you get the confidence to think that your charisma can make them more loyal than my money?"

Facing the approaching gunpoint, Amanda slowly raised her hands, her angry expression froze.

Bruce took one last look at her, turned and walked forward, and Amanda gritted her teeth and said:

"I'm surprised that you and Schiller Rodriguez are really carved out of the same mold. You really deserve to be his favorite student!"

After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hand and pushed aside the muzzle of the gun in front of her, quickly caught up with Bruce, and said to him: "I warn you, don't mess around, if your actions to reform the prison let these criminals run out, Many people will die!"

"You still worry about the death of civilians? If my guess is correct, you should have used the power of some mysterious organization in the process of arresting them. They don't care about the death of civilians."

Bruce pushed open the office door and said, "Admit it, you didn't do this for ordinary people, it was just for your own hatred, and you didn't put yourself on the side of ordinary people."

"Aren't you a great entrepreneur?"

"I used to think that I must be on the side of ordinary people." Bruce said while taking out a paper and pen from the filing cabinet next to him, "Now I find that standing on the side of ordinary people does not mean being on the same side as them." It doesn't make any sense to spin around a not-so-great IQ and a worrisome memory."

"That's actually avoiding, feeling unconfident, feeling that I don't have the willpower to be extraordinary but always maintain an ordinary heart, so I forcibly pull myself to the same level as ordinary people, hoping to maintain my original aspirations."

Bruce began to write and draw on the paper. He wrote a line of words, then looked up and asked Amanda, "How many prisoners are there in the prison now?"

"Uh... there are 15 more." Amanda replied instinctively.

"What happened to the one that disappeared?" Bruce asked.

"He's dead, the escort made a mistake." Amanda turned her head aside and replied.

"It was your mistake." Bruce wrote down the number without looking up. As soon as Amanda was about to argue, Bruce said, "Attributing the reason for my inaction is that the opponent is too strong and the teammates are too weak. We generally regard this This kind of people are called - losers."

Amanda stood there with her mouth open, and after a while, she said indignantly, "Schiller is going to jail, and he wouldn't have thought that there is another one here!"

Bruce showed a helpless expression. He looked at Amanda and said, "Are you looking at Schiller and targeting him because you have a grudge against the criminal, or is it because you pay too much attention to Schiller that you feel that you have a grudge against the criminal?" ?”

Amanda froze in place, her teeth touched lightly, Bruce shook his head and said, "You don't have to feel stupid, because I have studied this issue for a long time."

"Then... have you researched any answers?" Amanda asked stammeringly.

Bruce said while writing: "Some problems don't need to be studied so clearly."

Amanda grabbed her hair in a breakdown, but Bruce's actions made her collapse even more. Bruce walked to the door quickly and shouted at Davis:
"Davis, call Officer Angela Dodgson for me. I need a more intelligent, rational and talented lady to assist me in dealing with these criminals."

Amanda stood in place, like a weathered stone sculpture, but Bruce still held the door frame and shouted: "It would be even better if I could get in touch with Miss Talia Ogu, beauty is also an important criterion."

"Bruce Wayne!!!!"

About half an hour later, Angela, who was walking into the office, looked at Amanda who was crying by the door, with a puzzled expression on her face.

The female police officer turned her head while pushing the door open. She didn't look at Bruce until she walked into the door and asked, "What's wrong with her? Are you okay?"

Bruce kept looking at the thick stack of materials, and replied without raising his head: "It has nothing to do with me."

"Then why is she crying at the door of your office?" Angela obviously didn't believe Bruce's words, after all, he didn't have a good reputation in this regard.

"You should ask Schiller that." Bruce insisted.

Angela was surprised, but then she showed a anxious expression, looked at Bruce and said, "Is Schiller okay? What about others? You asked me to come to this prison, so you should have already dealt with them?"

"Schiller is fine, but I invited you to come over to discuss the remaining prisoners in this prison, as well as possible future prisoners." Bruce put down the file, looked at Angela and said.

"I do need a prison to accommodate natural born killers, but not to detain or punish them. These superficial measures cannot solve the fundamental problem." Bruce explained.

Angela thought for a while, but she seemed to be mistaken. The female police officer frowned and said, "First of all, the front-line policemen are different from lawyers. We have a more radical view on the death penalty."

"Personally, I think the death penalty is necessary, but if you're lynching a serial killer here, it's best not to expect me to be of any help. I can just pretend I didn't see it."

"On the contrary, I didn't intend to kill them." Bruce sighed and said, "Killing them is the most negative solution. Killing them one by one can only solve the current problem."

"If we kill them all, we will never be able to establish a mechanism to screen them out before they do it for the first time, and it will be difficult to perfectly prevent them from escaping before execution."

"This group of people is not ordinary people. If they go to court for trial, they can easily be exonerated, but if they execute private executions, monitor and arrest a serial killer, they will have to pay a very high price. The escape route must not make any mistakes, otherwise it will definitely lead to a series of accidents, it’s not impossible, it’s just not worth it.”

Angela walked to the other side of the table, put her hands on the table, looked at the information and said: "If you want to build an effective system, you must first come up with an effective plan. If you want to target a A group needs to deal with an individual first, without a successful case, everything is empty talk.”

"I just created a successful case." Bruce looked up at her and said, "That's why I invited you here to implement and promote this method."

Angela's eyes widened, and then Bruce added: "It's unwise to go head-to-head with this group of serial killers. They often have abilities beyond ordinary people and are good at disguising. They make mistakes, and it's a big deal. We make mistakes. There could be a big mess."

Angela nodded, as she agreed with this statement, and Bruce went on to say: "I found out before that although these people don't abide by the social rules, they live in the society after all, and they want something from the society. will stay here."

Angela straightened her body, touched her chin, and said: "But according to my observation, most serial killers are relatively indifferent, and threatening them with family, relatives or friends has little effect."

"It is true that they may not have much emotional desire, but as long as they are human beings, they must have desires, and a certain part of society can solve their desires, so we must target their desires."

Bruce turned the pen in his hand, and then said: "The serial killers gathered by Schiller through the Serial Killer Club actually desire recognition and a sense of existence. The club perfectly satisfies their desires, so they can influence their actions."

"And what we have to do is find out what each serial killer desires and use them for their desire."

"However, this exploitation is not mutilation and coercion, because violence is always superficial."

"For example, a person's desire is to be an ordinary person. If I use violence to force him to show his flaws and make him expose the part of his ability that does not belong to ordinary people, it may make him feel uncomfortable, but in the end it will only usher in more violent. I have tried countless times for revenge."

"Then what are you going to do?" Angela asked with some doubts.

"The key is to give them hope." Bruce put the end of the pen against his chin, and said: "Give them the hope that they will succeed in achieving what they desire. This hope is like a chain that pulls every lamb to move. , make them docile when they should be docile, and fierce when they should be fierce."

"Theoretically, it is true." Angela frowned tightly and said, "Actually, in my understanding, many ferocious criminals are not so invulnerable. It's just that the education we have received makes us all abide by a principle—— Don't try to understand psychopaths."

"That's the problem, now we have to understand them, empathize with them, and then we can find what they desire, and then we can use this desire to control their actions."

Bruce looked down at the materials spread on the table, and continued, "When you let go of the repulsion and hatred, you will find that these criminals have amazing shining points."

Bruce looked up out of the window, and the hazy morning light in Colorado outlined his half-length hair hanging on his forehead into a shining golden color.

"Their existence makes you understand that God may have created these lambs on purpose, but let their preciousness and fragility be hidden together under the thick wool."

"And throughout history, those who dare to touch them, believe in them knowing they are guilty, love them even if they have hatred against them, understand them without being understood, and forgive them despite being betrayed, are doing well and can be honored by God. Accepted, called . . . the everlasting Lord Jesus."

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