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. This is a completely enclosed dark space, so people without night vision equipment can't see anything.
The cage enters the elevator again. There are no buttons or joysticks in the elevator. Everything is controlled remotely.
The entire transport process was too silent, condensing an atmosphere of terror, but 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, still 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 very 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 did not stay on him for too long, but looked past him to the wall behind him.
There was nothing on the wall, but Schiller's eyes crossed the disguised wall and fell behind the wall, on the group of people observing the room.
"We are all curious, what do you value in him?"
The young police officer scratched his head and said, "Have you not listened to the radio recently? There have been no new serial murder cases for several days. Even the murderers of previous serious cases that were difficult to solve have surrendered."
"Hello, Professor Rodriguez, we meet again, how have you been these days?" William looked at Schiller with a smile, he was asking knowingly.
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.
Tens of seconds later, a trembling hand covered with blue veins stretched out to the side, grabbed the pen next to it with pale fingers, and slowly wrote in crooked handwriting on the paper:
"Do they allow you to do this?"
Schiller raised his eyes and saw the hatred in Amanda's eyes. Amanda's tone slowly became lower, and she continued: "Natural-born killers like you must be punished severely enough to corrode the skin, break the bones, and take out the heart.
."
But Amanda didn't have any proud expression. Her frowning brows and wrinkled eyes were telling her entanglement and pain.
"In the reply email I received, you judged the paper I wrote as worthless. But now, I have obtained a doctorate in psychology from Harvard University, and you have become a prisoner."
Schiller could no longer maintain his balance. He fell to one side, his forehead hit the table, and a groan burst out from his chest.
"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 discussing Taoism is pure."
But this time, Davis was not sitting in the middle of the seat. Sitting in the center of the first row was a thin black female.
"I'm fine," Schiller wrote on the paper.
After saying that, William pressed the button again, and Schiller twitched while lying on the table and let out a muffled groan.
The next second, there was a "bang" and the door opened. Amanda Waller led Davis out. Amanda, who was wearing a long suit, said coldly:
"That's enough, get out of here."
Amanda stood in front of the table, lowered her eyes and looked at Schiller who still lowered his head and said: "I'm sorry, Professor, he made some very rude actions, and he will pay the price for it."
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's already here, he's got
No amount of punishment will force him to leave before he gets the answers he wants."
"The so-called born madness is completely a false proposition. They dare to unleash their madness unscrupulously just because they are not afraid enough. If they are afraid, they can only be docile lambs."
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."
Amanda's pupils shrank suddenly, and Schiller continued writing.
United States, New Jersey, Gotham, Gotham City Police Department.
"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 gone completely crazy. We are comforting them and giving them professional treatment.
treatment of mental illness.”
"Since your mental condition is still healthy, I think there should be no problem with another month of such imprisonment, right?"
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.
Gordon's eyes widened. After his subordinates left, he looked at the documents in his hand in confusion.
"And when Schiller was involved in the events in Central America, many people wanted him to disappear. In order to save him, you also paid a lot of price."
Davis lowered his eyes, cleared his throat, and said, "According to the information from the FBI, Schiller may have some abilities that are beyond common sense. Our measures to confine him now may not be effective."
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."
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.
"And what the Lamb has to do is to offer himself up to welcome...the new life of the Lord."
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.
"Do you know how long it has been since the code has been updated?!" Jonathan raised his voice and said, "This will make me miss the most cutting-edge information in academia! This is fatal to any scholar! You must think of a way...
"
"Long time no see, Amanda." One of Schiller's hands was trembling, and he couldn't even write a complete letter well. Amanda's mouth pursed, and a complicated expression appeared on her face, but soon,
It's cold again.
"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."
Gordon's expression immediately became serious. He waved his hand and said, "Be on full alert. This lunatic may want to explode..."
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.
Suddenly, a noise came from the shadows in the corner of the room. Gordon's eyes suddenly widened and he turned around to look.
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."
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 you have put a lot of pressure on this. Many people don't want to let you go."
If you do this, you have paid too much for Schiller."
"I know that he is trying to control those criminals, but the way he controls them is to let the group of madmen chase an even crazier kind, and to make the serial killers regard him as a mountain, so that they always want to climb and surpass.
"
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.
"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 it."
"Senior intellectuals who know about this plan all disagree with it. They feel that this is a challenge to their class."
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 attention to the room behind the wall.
"I have long admired the name of Schiller Rodriguez, not only as a psychologist. Perhaps, would you like to hear the story of his other identity?"
Schiller could hardly hold the pen, but he still wrote a line of words on the paper with his trembling hand.
"He saw us," Davis said.
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.
"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.
As Amanda watched, Schiller's chest continued to rise and fall. He was breathing heavily and looked very embarrassed. Amanda asked:
"Now, do you still think you are a shepherd?"
Schiller's deep laughter came from his chest, sounding slow, powerful, and full of sarcasm.
Davis shrugged and said: "I'm just doing my job, Amanda, you have to understand how many people are staring at this plan, and you won't let them down, right?"
"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?"
"Hurry up and get Schiller back! Without a newspaper to read, I'm almost bored to death! I was even bored enough to publish a paper on 'Natural Chemistry'!"
In the dark room, there are several rows of movie theater-like seats, starting from low to high and gradually extending back.
Gordon seemed a little confused. He looked at the police officer and asked: "Then how are they going to deal with the endless cases of serial killers? Isn't it because of the lack of people that they want to transfer me?"
"I have always been a lamb...the only lamb."
"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.
"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 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."
"Professor, I'm glad we meet again. I think it must be uncomfortable to sit here and have electric current running through your body."
The young police officer hurriedly ran up the stairs, handed a document in his hand to Gordon and said: "Chief, the New Jersey State Police has revoked the emergency support order. You don't need to go to the State Police to help."
"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 's shepherd.”
"What newspaper? What paper?" Gordon frowned and looked at him in confusion. Jonathan also stared at Gordon. After a few seconds, Gordon suddenly realized. He looked at Jonathan and said: "What you said, could it be?" You serial killers, did you make some code in the newspapers?"
"Well……"
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.
Davis turned to look at the black female with some interest, and said, "Amanda, it's time for you to stop showing off. In fact, we are all very curious, why did you choose Schiller?"
"This is what you're doing, right?" Davis looked at Amanda and said.
"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 on his waist, but Jonathan walked in still wearing a sick suit. uniform, without any weapons or bombs.
William straightened up, touched the buttons on the table with his hand, raised one corner of his mouth and 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."
"Of course he can see us." A black female voice sounded, with a hint of sharpness in her deep voice, and some subtle complex emotions.
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."
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."
Schiller raised his eyes to look at Amanda. The moment he saw Amanda's face, he discovered that among the few broken memories he inherited from his original Schiller, there was Amanda's expression of grief and anger.
"But this should make you understand that your approach simply won't work. You are not a shepherd."
After finishing her words, Amanda pressed the button again, and with a "sizzle", an unprecedentedly strong electric current burst out.
William's expression gradually became ferocious. He could no longer bear such neglect, and he punched the button on the table hard.
William's hand pressed on the button and continued to exert force.
But before he could read the content carefully, another female detective hurried up and said to Gordon: "Mrs. Miller from Arkham Psychiatric Hospital called the police station and said
It was Jonathan Crane who had been in the hospital and ran out, and his target seemed to be the Gotham Police Department."
He saw Batman, but it didn't seem like Batman.
Gordon saw that in the eyes hidden in the darkness, divinity and evil were perfectly integrated.
A hoarse voice that made people fall into an ice cellar sounded in the room.