In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1195: The Cry of the Lamb (7)
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
In the dimly lit room, only one screen shone with an icy luster. The picture on the screen seemed a bit weird, with only one color distinguished by shade, and it was almost completely still, appearing cold, cruel and lifeless. Lane
If someone has actually 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 narrow prison cell that can't be narrower. A man wearing a mask is sitting on the bed, staring ahead, without any movement.
After a while, a small opening opened in the wall in front of him, but there was no one on the opposite side of this passage, only a passage opened diagonally upwards, and a piece of food slipped out of the passage, using a special , A packaged sandwich made of a material between paper and cloth.
With a "click", the lock on the mask was unlocked by remote control, and the mask still couldn't be taken off, but the jaw-fixing device no longer worked, and the part of the mask that covered the lips in the center could also be lifted.
Judging from his mechanical chewing action, this thing should have no taste, and after eating everything, the lock on the mask was locked again, and the red light was on above the wall passage, and the person sitting on the bed Reach in with the hand holding the outer packaging.
After the outer packaging is taken away, the arm is fixed, and the infusion needle penetrates the skin, and the nutrient solution and the water needed by the human body will enter the body through the infusion.
The infusion lasts about half an hour. After the infusion is over, there is a small invisible door on the right side of the wall where the channel is located, about half the height of a person. After the door is opened, pass through the narrow and low The passage is the bathroom with basic facilities. Lane
All the facilities and doors are opened and closed at regular intervals, but the opening and closing times are not regular. Sometimes it may be opened twice an hour, and sometimes it may be opened only once in 5 hours. The same is true for food delivery and infusion.
All these seemingly troublesome and cumbersome incarceration behaviors are for the purpose of imitating time, making prisoners lose the concept of "heaven" in the sensory deprivation, and don't know how long they will stay here. When will this despair end?
The vast majority of experiments claim that sensory deprivation is the cruelest punishment for human beings, and the greatest pain lies in the loss of time.
Humans are a race that needs a reference to accurately feel the time. If a person only has his own thinking and does not have any external senses, then his experience of time and the passage of time in reality will be completely different. completely different.
And in most cases, the time felt immersed in thinking 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 the will of any human being, and in the monitoring room, the two people watching this scene are aware of this.
"What a cruel punishment." Standing in front of the screen, William in suits and shoes said with a smile. Lane
And Davis beside him glanced at him, and said: "Mr. Denetchet, you should understand that it is because you have rich experience in working in other prisons for serious criminals that you can come here Here, why do you have to sigh about this?"
William pushed his glasses, shook his head and said: "Indeed, many prisons for heavy crimes more or less adopt long-term imprisonment and sensory deprivation to treat prisoners."
"But the main purpose of this kind of punishment is to calm down the manic criminals, and warn them not to take any actions to escape from prison, and don't think about hurting the prison guards. The mental trauma it brings to them is just a warning. Side effects."
William sneered, glanced at Davis and said: "But here, the purpose of treating prisoners with such harsh sensory deprivation punishment is to traumatize them. It's normal to sigh, right?"
Davis walked to the opposite side of William, stared at the eyes behind his eyes with a cold and slightly playful look, and said, "Do you still think that they are just ordinary criminals?"
"The 16 criminals in custody, including Schiller Rodriguez, all have superhuman abilities in some way. This ability may be superpowers that ordinary people understand, such as huge strength, Fangs and claws may also be the ability to influence the mind of others."
"These criminals with superpowers that exist in ordinary people's society will pose a great threat to the public. The tone continued. Lane
"If they were just different from ordinary people, they would not be held here. All the prisoners transported to this prison have used their abilities beyond ordinary people 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 they don't use torture, they will not repent of their crimes."
[The novel that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of chasing bugs.]
Davis turned around, and at this time, the monitoring screen had turned into many small squares, and in most of the cells, the images returned by the monitors were flickering violently, more than half of them The criminal, unable to bear the horrific sensory deprivation, began to shout, 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 a bigger world for this world." value, but they use it to commit crimes.”
"What we have to do is to whip them, discipline them, let them know what pain is, and awaken their long-forgotten fears in their crazy thinking."
"We want to build a new personality and new rules for them, make them feel afraid and know how to be ashamed, save them from madness, let their proud talents be lost, and use them atone for their evil deeds in the first half of their lives.”
Standing in the cold light emitted by the pictures sent back 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 sanctuary to atone for the sins that ordinary people cannot atone for, so that they can be forgiven and forgiven by the Lord. They need to be grateful for this, Scream loudly."
"Therefore, we called this great action—the Lamb Project!"
"The Lamb Project?"
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, while the female police officer nodded very seriously and said, "Yes, I also just said Only then did I know the specific name of this plan."
Angela turned around with her hands on the back of the chair, looking at the gloomy sky of Gotham outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, her face was also gloomy.
"I didn't have time to tell you before, because time was tight. Maybe you also felt confused. I was just an ordinary policeman, why did I suddenly join the FBI?"
"Ordinary policeman? With all due respect, Miss Dodgson, you are a little underestimating yourself. Your reputation is known to everyone in the Federal Serious Cases Squad. Everyone knows that you are the most He is good at dealing with those crazy serial killers, looking for clues from their behavior, so as to solve the crimes they committed." Bruce said. Lane
But Angela showed a bitter smile. She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but then shook her head slightly and said:
"Yes, I have been fighting these vicious serial murderers all my life, and I have indeed achieved some results, but, Mr. Wayne, what you may not know is that the more you know them, the more you understand them. It cannot be eradicated.”
Bruce raised his eyebrows, looking at Angela's expression, the female police officer did not show any special expression, but said as usual: "I have seen a 13-year-old girl who killed her own parents with her own hands. The reason is that she The teddy bear is sick, and she wants to cure it.”
"I have also seen a Wall Street elite who burned down half of the street. He didn't want to take revenge on the society, but just liked the smell of burning human beings."
"There is no reason for their madness, the madness is very thorough, the madness is very pure, when interrogating them, they don't feel regret because they ruined others, and they don't even ruin their own. future, but feel the pain.”
"I was thinking, maybe they are some kind of manifestation of the original sin of human beings... Do you think it is ridiculous? A policeman would attribute this kind of thing to religious reasons?" Angela showed an absurd smile, but There was no smile in her eyes, just 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. Lane
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, not because I feel fear or anger at their cruelty, but because, over the years, I've found that I've begun to understand them."
Angela raised her head, her neck muscles twitched, she fell into a look of memories, and said:
"Perhaps you know that I once received treatment from Dr. Schiller. At that time, everyone thought that I couldn't bear the fear caused by the murders made by those **** lunatics, but the fact is exactly the opposite."
"In Schiller's psychological clinic ~IndoMTL.com~ I was crying and shouting, but it was not because of fear and anger, but because I was resisting, resisting the hallucinations that I saw."
"In every murder scene, I can clearly see how the murderer cruelly killed innocent people. The pleasure and satisfaction gained from such a cruel act.”
"I am also excited about this, and I am satisfied with this. I can't tell the difference between me and them, I can't understand, whether I understand them, I am also a hopeless natural lunatic just like them." Lane
"As I get closer to them and understand them more and more, this kind of thought is irresistible, and in order not to let me really slip into the abyss, I can only choose to retreat."
"Entering the FBI, although I can still carry out criminal investigation work. But it also means that I gave up the pursuit of the first half of my life, and left the front line that needs me most. Like a coward, I chose to escape."
Angela raised her brows. In her vicissitudes and sharp eyes, Bruce saw the fragility like a girl and the confusion like a newborn.
"Countless people once asked about the secret of my success. Everyone wanted to know how I accurately found the clues of those serial killers. If I didn't tell them, they would think that I It’s a broom that cherishes itself.”
"But I can't tell them that every long night I spend alone, on the sofa, in the mirror, on the other side of the bed, there is a crazy figure that follows me everywhere."
"That is a naturally indifferent, cruel, crazy serial killer, the criminal I hate the most, and also...another me."