The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1433 Research on Manipulation ([-])
The building of Florence Super Prison as a whole presents a hollow regular hexagon, each side of the outside is a different type of cell, and the place for venting is in the center of the building, which can prevent prisoners from escaping.

But this type of building has a very big problem that is daylighting. The polyhedral surround structure is destined to prevent buildings from several directions from being exposed to direct sunlight.

But fortunately, the prison does not need much lighting, or it is Amanda's special gift to have a window in the cell of an ordinary prisoner that is only big enough to stretch her arm in. Before she compromised with the FBI , all cells are fully enclosed cans.

The small window that was added later was of no use, it was just to fulfill the minimum requirements of the Bill of Rights, so the sunlight could no longer be used as a natural alarm clock. Bruce was woken up by a commotion at the end of the corridor.

He heard an extremely heavy footstep, each step on the ground was as hard as if he was going to step on a pit, but soon, Bruce could tell that it was not someone stomping hard, but that the person who came was a terrible person. big guy.

Bruce rarely used the adjective "terrible" to describe anyone, but when he looked over the railing and saw the person outside the door, he didn't even think scary enough to describe this monster.

It’s not that Bruce has never seen a big man. His good friend Crocodile Man in the East End is a very rare big man, but the man outside the railing is a head taller than the Crocodile Man, and much wider than him. It’s no exaggeration to say , this man's arms are thicker than Bruce's thighs.

Bruce knew that even if he didn't lose weight, he couldn't compete with this monster in terms of weight, but he also knew that it was impossible for ordinary humans to achieve such an arm circumference, and he must have used drugs.

Bruce looked up again and saw that the person who came was also wearing a mask. The black and white mask covered the upper half of his face. What was more striking was the hair-like tube behind his head and the strange equipment on his back.

Bruce narrowed his exposed one eye slightly, looking at the liquid surging in the pipe, and then he heard the prison guard calling the man's name and pushing him into the cell.

"Bane?"

Bruce sat on the bed staring at the big man and yelled, but the other party ignored him, just sat on the edge of the bed, stared at him with deep eyes under the mask and remained silent.

Bruce finally finished his relaxed posture. He lifted the quilt and sat up, tensing the muscles in his back like a spring ready to be ejected at any time, while the other party kept looking at the muscles on his neck, waist and legs. muscle.

"Amanda lied to me."

The big man called Bane kept staring at Bruce with that deep gaze, and after another moment of silence, he said, "She said you were just a crazy rich young man, but you're not."

"I'm."

Bane's gaze remained unchanged, still staring at Bruce. It was very rare for Bruce to feel the pressure from other people's eyes. The last time he felt this kind of pressure was when he was facing Schiller, and it was sick Schiller.

"You have the cold-blooded temperament of a general. Have you ever fought?"

Bane asked again, his tone was not cold, it just sounded normal, and it didn't seem like many people deliberately lowered their tone when forcing others to answer, but it made Bruce's hair stand on end.

"That's it."

"Where?"

"hell."

It seemed that Bane took this answer as a cold joke that wasn't funny, his eyes under the mask didn't blink, and Bruce asked again: "Amanda asked you to kill me?"

"No one can tell me what to do." Bane replied: "It's up to me to kill you, and it's up to you."

The alarm bells in Bruce's heart rang even louder. In addition to being strong, the other party was also very smart, not much better than the lunatics in Gotham.

Bruce entered the state of Batman again after a long absence. He took a deep breath in a subtle way, increased his heart rate, and allowed more blood to be supplied to the brain.

In an instant, space and time condensed, and the blue-eyed Bruce stood up from Bruce's body, walked to Bane's side, and began to observe him.

Bain's body smelled of the sea, but it wasn't the pleasant smell of the sea breeze, but a smell of sweat amplified by the humid air. It is very likely that he lived in a relatively closed environment for a long time, and the moisture content in the air was low. In the higher place, Bane probably lived there for more than ten years, so it has such an atmosphere.

Gotham is a seaside city, and Bruce has also lived in the slums by the sea. He is very familiar with this smell. It often appears on the coolies in the living hell before the transformation of Gotham's East Side.

The basements in coastal cities are relatively humid, and the groundwater veins flowing next to them are prone to seawater backflow, and the salt content is high. If the air is not circulated, it is easy to accumulate a strong fishy smell on the body.

But Bain's body does not show any traces of hard labor. Although his arms are muscular, his shoulders have no scars from long-term wear and tear. No scuff marks either, so not a porter either, and lightly scuffed feet, not an errand runner either.

Bruce showed a puzzled expression. The other party was very strong, but there were almost no traces of exercise on his body, but there were many scars. Judging from his strength, he should not be bullied no matter what age he was, unless such Being strong is not something that accompanies him all his life.

Transformation of people?

Bruce focused his eyes on the tube in the back of Bane's head again, which he had avoided looking at as much as possible, because he felt that looking at it would be an insult to his level of biology and chemistry knowledge.

From the insertion angle to the handling method to the technical content of those tubes, they are simply a piece of shit.

Bruce has tried his best not to judge them with his own technical level, but if you look at the modern biology and chemistry of human beings, this thing is not only a piece of shit, but also violates all laboratory safety and hygiene ordinance.

Seeing this, Bruce couldn't bear it anymore. He gave up the follow-up observation and reasoning, looked at Bane's deep eyes with that one eye, and said with a pursed mouth.

"Let's not talk about anything else, who connected the tube in the back of your head? Does he have a doctor's license?"

Bane didn't seem to expect him to talk about this at all, so he didn't say anything for a while, but Bruce said again.

"Did you feel that the second tube on the back of your head hurts when you turn your head to the left? That's because the doctor didn't avoid the nerve there when he cut it, and why did they fix it outside the interface? A circle of metal bolts?"

"Because the pipe needs to be fixed..."

"No, because they chose the wrong tubing material for the implant in the back of the brain, it should be a flexible tube, not a hard metal tube, and they all connected the tube to your brain, only to find that the tube won't break, so just You can take a ring of metal bolts and force it over."

Bain saw the bandaged young man opposite him take a deep breath, then pressed his chest and said, "Listen, I definitely don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, but this is outrageous."

Bain narrowed his eyes slightly, and he tentatively said, "I killed seven people in the original prison, so I was selected as the experimental subject."

"No matter how much you deserve it, you can't hide the fact that their technology is no better than drilling wood to make fire."

Bain looked at Bruce silently, Bruce sighed after a long time, covered his only remaining eye with his hand and said, "Sorry, what did you just say?"

"That's not something a kid from a rich family would understand." Bane's tone slowed down, sounding more like chatter than a threat.

Bruce tightened the muscles around the eyes, and said, "Actually, you know how badly they did it?"

"Of course, the fish butchers are better than them."

Bruce felt very strange, the big man on the opposite side made him feel very contradictory, he was not the kind of big dog who showed his strength all the time, and was constantly aggressive towards anyone.

When he was silent, he even had a scholarly air, as if he had done more in-depth thinking than anyone else in the first half of his life. This quiet temperament did not match his rough appearance at all, just like the body of a wild beast A philosopher's soul is stuffed into it.

So, Bruce also stared at Bane silently, and the two of them stared at each other for a few minutes, as if they were reading each other's soul through their eyes.

"You are not a kid from a rich family, nor are you a murderer." Bain tilted his head slightly and said, "FBI agent? Police? Mad scientist?"

"You are not a murderer, who are you?"

"Just a prisoner."

The two fell silent again, and this time it was Bruce who ended the silence on his own initiative, he asked.

"What's your purpose here?"

"To kill you, originally."

"Then why did you change your mind?"

"Because you're not you."

"Then you can kill me too."

"I'm not going to do that."

"why?"

"I'll kill you when I should."

Bane's answer seemed meaningless, but with his eyes, Bruce was able to read more information.

Bane must have come here intending to do something, there must be an opportunity for him to kill his cellmate, but not now, now he is waiting, waiting for a certain opportunity.

Bruce sat back down a bit, leaning his back against the wall, thinking that Bane was by no means a good cellmate, and more importantly, he was not a good manipulative subject.

Bruce is very helpless, even a little bit complaining, this kind of mentality is not common in Batman's career.

And all his thoughts can actually be summed up as——

Why is it Sunset Overlord Shrimp again? ? ?
　Some people always say it's bad luck to watch Batman

Is it possible that bats are always having bad luck

　
(End of this chapter)