Chapter 1195 The Cry of the Lamb (VII)

In the dimly lit room, only one screen flashed with a cold luster. The picture on the screen looked a little weird. There was only one color with different shades, and it was almost completely still, looking cold, cruel and lifeless. LAN

If anyone has really 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 cell that cannot be narrower. A man wearing a mask is sitting on the bed, looking forward, without any movement.

After a while, a small hole opened in the wall in front of him, but there was no one on the opposite side of this passage. There was only a passage that opened diagonally upwards. A piece of food slid out of the passage. It was a sandwich packed with a special material between paper and cloth.

With a "click", the lock on the mask was opened by remote control. The mask still could not be taken off, but the device that fixed the jaw was no longer effective, and the part of the mask covering the lips in the middle could also be lifted up.

Judging from his mechanical chewing movements, this thing should have no taste. After eating everything, the lock on the mask was locked again, and a red light was lit above the wall passage. The person sitting on the bed put his hand holding the outer package in.

After the outer package was taken away, the arm was fixed, and the infusion needle pierced the skin. The nutrient solution and the water needed by the human body would enter the body through the infusion.

The infusion time was about half an hour. After it was over, there was a small invisible door on the right side of the wall where the passage was located. It was only about half a person's height. After this door was opened, through the narrow and low passage, there was a bathroom with basic facilities.

All facilities and doors were opened and closed at regular intervals, but the opening and closing time was not regular. Sometimes it might be opened twice an hour, and sometimes it might be opened once every 5 hours. The same was true for feeding and infusion.

All these seemingly troublesome and cumbersome imprisonment behaviors were to simulate time, so that the prisoners lost the concept of "day" in sensory deprivation, and did not know how long they would stay here, and when this despair would end.

Most experiments say that sensory deprivation is the cruelest punishment for humans, and its greatest pain is that it blurs time.

Humans are a race that needs reference objects to accurately feel time. If a person only has his own thoughts and no 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 when immersed in thoughts 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 any human will, and the two people watching this scene in the monitoring room know this.

"What a cruel punishment." William, standing in front of the screen, smiled and said in a suit. Lan

Davis, who was beside him, glanced at him and said, "Mr. Denechter, you should understand that you can come here because you have rich experience working in other prisons for serious criminals. Why do you have to sigh about this?"

William pushed his glasses, shook his head and said, "Indeed, many prisons for serious criminals will more or less use long-term imprisonment and sensory deprivation to treat prisoners."

"But the main purpose of this punishment is to calm those manic criminals and warn them not to take any jailbreak actions or think about hurting prison guards. The mental 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 using such harsh sensory deprivation punishment to treat prisoners is In order to cause them mental trauma, it is normal for me to sigh at such cruel means, right? "

Davis walked to the opposite side of William, stared at his eyes with a cold and playful look, and said: "Do you still think that they are just ordinary criminals?"

"Including Schiller Rodriguez, the 16 prisoners in custody all have extraordinary abilities in some aspects. This ability may be the superpower understood by ordinary people, such as great strength, sharp teeth and claws, or the ability to affect the mind of others. "

"These superpower prisoners existing in the ordinary society will pose a great threat to the public, and the FBI cannot sit idly by." Davis pursed his lips tightly into a line and continued in a low voice. Lan

"If they were just different from ordinary people, they would not be imprisoned here. All the prisoners transported to this prison have used their extraordinary abilities 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 torture is not used, they will not repent for their crimes."

Davis turned around, and at this time, the surveillance screen had turned into many small squares. In most of the cells, the images sent back by the monitors were flashing violently. More than half of the criminals began to shout and scream because they could not bear this terrible sensory deprivation. They were 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 used it to commit crimes."

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"What we have to do is to whip them, lecture them, let them know what pain is, and awaken the long-forgotten fears in their crazy minds."

"We need to establish new personalities and new rules for them, make them feel fearful and understand shame, save them from madness, allow their proud talents to be released, and use their talents to... To atone for their evil deeds in the first half of their lives.”

Standing in the cold light emitted by the images returned by countless monitors, Davis opened his arms, raised his head and said: Lan

"These pure and beautiful lambs need a new shepherd to lead them to the glorious church to atone for sins that ordinary people cannot atone for, so that they can receive forgiveness and forgiveness from the Lord. They need to shed tears of gratitude and shout loudly for this. ”

"So, we called this great operation - Project Lamb!"

"Plan 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. The female police officer nodded very seriously and said, "Yes, I just learned about this." The specific name of the plan.”

Angela held the back of the chair with her hands and turned around, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window at the gloomy Gotham sky. Her expression was equally gloomy.

"Before, time was tight and I didn't have time to tell you. Maybe you were also confused. Originally, I was just an ordinary policeman. Why did I suddenly join the FBI?"

"Ordinary policeman? With all due respect, Miss Dodgson, you are a bit presumptuous. Your reputation is known to everyone among the federal heavy-duty team. Everyone knows that you are the best at dealing with those... Crazy serial killers, find clues from their behavior to detect the crimes they committed," Bruce said. Lan

But Angela showed a bitter smile. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but then she shook her head slightly and said:

"Yes, I have been fighting these brutal serial murderers all my life, and I have indeed achieved some results. However, Mr. Wayne, perhaps what you don't know is that the more you understand them, the more you understand that they cannot be eradicated.”

Bruce raised his eyebrows and looked at Angela's expression. The female police officer did not show any special expression, but said as if she was used to it: "I have seen a 13-year-old girl who slaughtered her parents with her own hands, and the reason was just her toy bear. It's sick and she wants to cure it."

"I have also seen a Wall Street elite burn down half a street. He was not seeking revenge on society, he just liked the smell of burning humans."

"There is no reason for their madness. They are completely mad and pure. When they were interrogated, they did not feel regret for having ruined other people for them. They did not even feel regret for having ruined their own future for them. Feel the pain."

"I'm thinking, maybe they are some kind of manifestation of human original sin... Do you think it's ridiculous? A policeman actually attributes this kind of thing to religious reasons?" Angela showed a ridiculous smile, but the look in her eyes There was no smile, just flashes of 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. Lan

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 at their cruelty, but because after years of working with them, I find that I begin to understand them."

Angela raised her head, and the muscles in her neck twitched. She fell into memories and said:

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"Perhaps you know that I was treated by Dr. Schiller. At that time, everyone thought that I could not bear the fear caused by the evil caused by those damn madmen, 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 and resisting the hallucinations I saw."

"At every murder scene, I could clearly see how the murderer brutally killed innocent people. I could clearly feel their happiness and excitement at the time, and how they felt about this cruel behavior. , the pleasure and satisfaction obtained.”

"I also became excited about this and felt satisfied about it. I couldn't tell the difference between me and them. I couldn't understand whether I understood them. I was just like them, a hopeless and born lunatic." Lan

"As I get closer to them and understand them better, this thought becomes unstoppable, and in order to prevent me from really slipping into the abyss, I can only choose to retreat."

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

Angela's eyebrows raised. In her usual vicissitudes and sharp eyes, Bruce saw the fragility of a young girl and the confusion of a newborn.

"Countless people have asked me about the secret of my success. Everyone wants to know how I can accurately find clues to the crimes of serial killers. If I don't tell them, they think I am keeping my own things to myself."

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

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