Chapter 1197 The Cry of the Lamb (IX)

Chapter 1190 The Scream of the Lamb (9)

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 pressed against the smooth tile floor, and the sound of the chains hitting the bars of the cage was like intermittent wails.

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 anyone without night vision equipment cannot see anything.

The cage once again enters the elevator. There are no buttons or joysticks in the elevator. Everything is controlled remotely.

The entire transport process was too silent and contained an atmosphere of terror. However, it was not the prisoners who were frightened, but the escorts who thought about what it meant to transport prisoners in such a harsh way.

Silence, silence, 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 door. It is this A lamp brought 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. · Denecht.

But Schiller's eyes didn't stay on him for too long, but looked past him to the wall behind him.

There was nothing on the wall, but Schiller's gaze fell beyond the disguised wall onto the group of people observing the room.

"He saw us," Davis said.

In the dark room, there are several rows of movie theater-like seats, from low to high, gradually extending back.

But this time, Davis was not sitting in the center of the seat. Sitting in the center of the first row was a thin black female.

"Of course he can see us." The female black voice sounded, with a hint of sharpness in the deep voice, and some subtle complex emotions.

"I have admired Schiller Rodriguez for a long time, not only as a psychologist. Perhaps, would you like to hear the story of his other identity?"

Davis turned to look at the black female with some interest. He said, "Amanda, it's time for you to stop showing off. We are all 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 that you have been under a lot of pressure for this. There are many people who don't want to let you go." If you do this, you have paid too much for Schiller."

"Senior intellectuals who knew about the plan did not agree with it. They felt that it was a challenge to their class."

"And when Schiller was involved in the incidents in Central America, many people wanted him to disappear. In order to save him, you also paid a lot of price."

"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 track down various serial murderers around the world, observe and study them." Amanda's voice sounded.

"Perhaps, he holds some ideal and wants to completely solve these cancer cells born in human society, and wants to find the answer to this unsolvable problem." Amanda slowly narrowed her eyes and said.

"When he was observing serial killers, I was also observing him. Over the decades, through unremitting pursuit, he established a club of serial killers, became the master who controlled them, and became the god of madmen. The Lambs of shepherds.”

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 become a qualified shepherd."

“I know that he is trying to control those criminals, but the way he controls them is to make those crazy people chase an even crazier kind, and to make the serial killers see him as a mountain that they always want to climb and surpass. "

"But this is actually not an effective method at all." Amanda shook her head gently and said: "When he was there, the lambs stayed quiet out of reverence, but if he was not there, those who had chased Anyone who has surpassed him wants to replace him.”

"Shepherds are people, not sheep. They cannot mix with the sheep, and they cannot let this group of naturally cruel lunatics think that their Lord is their kind."

"If they want to become true shepherds, they must feel the pain that goes deep into their bones. No matter whether the shepherds wave the whip or not, they will be frightened and panicked, and they will never be able to think of replacing them."

"That's what you're doing, right?" Davis said, looking at Amanda.

Amanda neither admitted nor denied. She just stared at the situation in the room and said, "Nothing can prove that I am right more than letting a lamb clothed in god's clothing lower his proud head."

Davis lowered his eyes, cleared his throat, and said, "According to the FBI information, Schiller may have some abilities that are beyond the ordinary. Our current confinement measures against 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 vulnerable they are. They want to let their souls stand up, so they are never afraid to let their bodies kneel down."

"In order to win ideologically, they will even take the initiative to eliminate the interference of all off-site factors to ensure that the environment for discussion is pure."

"They don't even bother to use brute force to break the situation. That proves that their ideas are not as great as others, and they will only shake their fists in anger."

Amanda turned her head and looked at Davis and said: "Those strict restraint measures you have instituted are actually of no use. If he doesn't want to come here, you can't catch him at all. And since he is already here, he is getting No punishment 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 understand how many people are staring at this plan. You won't let them down, right?"

Amanda turned her head back, so Davis didn't see the trace of disgust passing between her eyes and brows, and both of them turned their gaze to the room behind the wall.

Schiller's mask was not opened and he was still unable to speak. William handed him a stack of paper and a pen and asked him to use his handcuffed hands to write down what he wanted to say.

"Hello, Professor Rodriguez, we meet again, how have you been these days?" William looked at Schiller with a smile, he was 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, the time of loneliness and darkness experienced in the human mind may be about 20 times longer than the real time. In other words, Schiller experienced about 5 months. The torture of loneliness.

"I'm fine," Schiller wrote on the paper.

"It seems that your mental condition is far from reaching the limit. This surprises me because three of the criminals who came here in the same group as you have already gone completely crazy. We are comforting them and giving them professional treatment. treatment of mental illness.”

When William spoke, there was always a smile on his face, but if you look at his eyes, you would see that he was not smiling at all, and there was even a hint of malice in his eyes.

"Since your mental condition is still healthy, I think there should be no problem with another month of such imprisonment, right?"

The smile on William's face could no longer be concealed. He laughed softly, stood up, put his hands on the table, and let the shadow of his body cover Schiller's body.

He looked condescendingly into Schiller's eyes and said, "Professor Schiller, you may have forgotten a graduate application you rejected when you were teaching at Columbia University."

"In the reply email I received, you judged the paper I wrote as worthless. But now, I have obtained a PhD in psychology from Harvard University, and you have become a prisoner."

Schiller frowned. He seemed to be thinking about which of all the application essays he had read was William's, but his still somewhat distracted eyes showed that he had not thought of it at all.

William's expression gradually became ferocious. He could no longer bear such neglect, and he punched the button on the table hard.

The special collar around Schiller's neck suddenly lit up red, and an electric current burst out. Schiller twitched for a moment, and used one forearm to support the table to prevent himself from falling over.

Schiller shrugged his shoulders, lowered his head, and brought his forehead close to the table. Only the rapid rise and fall of his chest proved that he was not asleep.

William straightened up, touched the buttons on the table with his hand, and raised one corner of his mouth. said:

"Professor, you are as embarrassed as a drowned dog, but I don't mind at all, making you even more embarrassed. This is the price you should pay for your arrogance."

After saying that, William pressed the button again, and Schiller twitched while lying on the table and let out a muffled groan.

Tens of seconds later, a trembling hand covered with veins stretched out to the side. His pale fingers grabbed the pen next to him and slowly wrote in crooked fonts on the paper:

"Do they allow you to do this?"

William burst out laughing 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 would come to offend me for you, a criminal, do you?"

Schiller's deep laughter came from his chest, sounding slow, powerful, and full of sarcasm.

William's hand pressed on the button and continued to exert force.

The next second, there was a "bang", the door opened, and Amanda Waller led Davis out. Amanda, who was wearing a long suit, said coldly:

"That's enough, get out of here."

William turned back, but Davis took a step forward, stared into his eyes and said, "Today's mental evaluation time is over. Dr. William, please leave here."

William wanted to say something else, but looking at Davis' cold eyes, he pursed his lips and turned the corners of his mouth downwards, turned back to glare at Schiller, and turned to leave.

Amanda stood at the table, lowered her eyes and looked at Schiller who was still bowing his head and said: "Sorry, professor, he did something very rude, and he will pay the price for it."

Schiller raised his eyes and looked at Amanda. The moment he saw Amanda's face, he found that in the few broken memories he inherited from the original Schiller, there was Amanda's angry expression.

"Long time no see, Amanda." Schiller's hand was shaking, and he couldn't even write a complete letter well. Amanda pursed her lips, and a complicated expression appeared on her face, but soon, it returned to coldness.

"Professor, I'm glad we meet again. I think it must be uncomfortable to sit here and be pierced by electricity."

"But this should make you understand that your approach will not work at all. You are not a shepherd."

Schiller looked up and saw the hatred in Amanda's eyes. Amanda's tone slowly lowered. She continued: "Born killers like you must be punished severely enough, corroding the skin, breaking bones, and taking out the heart."

"The so-called born madman is a complete false proposition. They dare to release their madness recklessly just 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. With a "sizzle", an unprecedented strong current burst out.

"Uh..."

Schiller could no longer maintain his balance. He fell to one side, his forehead hit the table, and a hum burst out from his chest.

But Amanda didn't have any smug expression. Her frowning brows and wrinkled eyes told of her entanglement and pain.

Under Amanda's gaze, Schiller's chest kept rising and falling. He gasped and looked very embarrassed. Amanda asked:

"Now, do you still think you are a shepherd?"

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

"I have always been a lamb... the only lamb."

Amanda's pupils shrank suddenly, and Schiller continued to write.

"And what the lamb has to do is to offer himself and welcome... the Lord's new life."

Gotham City Police Department, Gotham, New Jersey, USA.

The young police officer hurried up the stairs, handed a document to Gordon and said, "Sheriff, the New Jersey State Office has revoked the emergency support order, so you don't have to go to the State Police to help."

Gordon seemed a little confused. 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 manpower that they want to transfer me there?"

The young police officer scratched his head and said, "Have you not listened to the radio recently? There have been no new serial murders for several days, and even the murderers of the previous difficult-to-solve serious cases have surrendered themselves."

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

But before he could read the content carefully, another female detective ran up in a hurry and said to Gordon: "Mrs. Miller from Arkham Psychiatric Hospital called the police station and said that Jonathan Crane, who had been hospitalized in the hospital, ran away. His target seems to be the Gotham Police Department."

Gordon's face immediately became serious. He waved his hand and said: "Be on full alert. This madman may want to blow up..."

"Gordon! James Gordon! When are you going to get Schiller back?!" Jonathan's voice appeared at the door. Gordon put his hand on the gun at his waist, but Jonathan, who walked in, was still wearing a hospital gown, without any weapons or bombs.

"Hurry up and get Schiller back! I'm almost bored to death without newspapers to read! I was so bored that I published a paper in Nature Chemistry!"

"What newspaper? What paper?" Gordon frowned and looked at him in confusion. Jonathan also stared at Gordon. After a few seconds, Gordon suddenly realized it. He looked at Jonathan and said, "You said that it couldn't be that your group of serial killers made some secret code in the newspaper?"

"Do you know how long the secret code 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 think of a way..."

Suddenly, a noise came from the shadow in the corner of the room. Gordon suddenly widened his eyes and turned his head to look.

He saw Batman, but it didn't seem to be Batman.

Gordon saw that in the eyes hidden in the darkness, divinity and evil were perfectly integrated.

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

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

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