In the dimly lit room, only one screen shone with a cold luster. The picture on the screen looked a bit strange. It was only one color that could be distinguished by shades, and it was almost completely still. It looked cold, cruel, and lifeless.
If anyone has actually seen the surveillance screen, they should know that the picture on the screen at this time is the scene shown by the night vision device.
In the picture, there is a cell that is as narrow as possible. A man wearing a mask is sitting on the bed, looking straight ahead, and there is no movement.
After a while, a small opening opened in the wall in front of him, but there was no one on the other side of this passage. There was only a passage that opened diagonally upward. A piece of food slipped out of the passage. It was made with a special device between
Material between paper and cloth packed sandwich.
With a "click", the lock on the mask was opened by remote control. The mask still could not be removed, but the device that fixed the jaw was no longer effective. The central part of the mask covering the lips 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, a red light lit up above the wall passage, and the person sitting on the bed held the
Put your hand in the outer packaging.
After the outer packaging is removed, the arm is fixed, and the infusion needle penetrates the skin. The nutrient solution and water required by the human body will enter the body through infusion.
The infusion took 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 opening this door, you walked through the narrow and low passage.
It is a bathroom with basic facilities.
All facilities and doors are opened and closed at scheduled times, but the opening and closing times are irregular. Sometimes they may be opened twice an hour, and sometimes they may be opened only once every five hours. The same is true for food and infusion.
All these cumbersome and cumbersome incarceration behaviors are designed to blur time and make prisoners lose the concept of "heaven" in sensory deprivation. They don't know how long they will stay here, and they don't know when this despair will last.
can be completed.
The vast majority of experiments claim that sensory deprivation is the most cruel punishment for humans, and its greatest pain lies in the blurring of time.
Humans are a species that need reference objects to accurately feel time. If a person only has his own thinking and does not have any external senses, his experience of time will be completely different from the passage of time in reality.
And in most cases, the time you feel when you are 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 destroy almost any human will. And in the monitoring room, the two people watching this scene knew this.
"What a cruel punishment." Standing in front of the screen, William in a suit and ties said with a smile.
Davis, who was beside him, glanced at him and said, "Mr. Denecht, you should understand that you are here because of your rich experience in working in prisons for other serious offenders.
Why should we lament this?"
William pushed up his glasses, shook his head and said, "Indeed, many prisons for serious offenders use long-term imprisonment and sensory deprivation to treat prisoners."
"But the main purpose of adopting this kind of punishment is to calm down the arrogant criminals and warn them not to take any actions to escape from prison, nor to think of harming the prison guards. The mental trauma this brings to them is just a side effect of the warning."
William showed a sneer, glanced at Davis and said: "But here, the prisoners are treated with such harsh sensory deprivation punishment just to cause them mental trauma. I will sigh at this cruel method,
Is it normal?"
Davis walked across from William, stared at the eyes behind his eyes with a cold and teasing look, and said, "Do you still think that they are just ordinary criminals?"
"The 16 criminals in custody, including Schiller Rodriguez, all have abilities beyond ordinary people in some aspect. This ability may be a superpower that ordinary people understand, such as huge strength and sharp teeth.
Claws may also have the ability to influence other people’s minds.”
"These superpower criminals who exist in ordinary society will pose a great threat to the public. The FBI cannot sit idly by and do nothing." Davis pressed his lips into a tight line and continued in a low tone.
explain.
"If they were just different from ordinary people, they would not be locked up 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 small amount of punishment will calm them down, but for these super criminals, they will not repent for their crimes without the use of torture."
Davis turned around, and at this time, the surveillance screen had changed into many small squares. In most of the cells, the images returned by the monitors were flashing violently. There were already more than half of the criminals, so
Unable to bear this terrible sensory deprivation, he started shouting, manically and violently.
Davis just stared at this 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."
"What we have to do is to whip them, admonish 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, so that their proud talents can be targeted, and use their talents to help them move forward.
Atonement for half a lifetime of evil deeds.”
Standing in the cold light emitted by the images transmitted back by countless monitors, Davis opened his arms, raised his head and said:
"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!"
"Lamb Plan?"
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 sky of Gotham. 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 police officer? With all due respect, Miss Dodgson, you are a bit presumptuous. Your reputation is known to everyone among the federal major crime teams. Everyone knows that you are the best at dealing with those who
Crazy serial killers, find clues from their behaviors to detect the cases they committed." Bruce said.
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.
She'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 an absurd 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.
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 handling cases, I found that I began to gradually understand them."
Angela raised her head, the muscles in her neck twitched, she fell into memories, and said:
"Perhaps you know that I once received treatment from Dr. Schiller. At that time, everyone thought that I could not bear the fear caused by the murders 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 can clearly see how the murderer brutally killed innocent people. I can clearly feel their happiness and excitement at the time, and I can feel the joy and excitement they felt from such cruel behavior.
, the pleasure and satisfaction obtained.”
"I also became excited about it 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 natural madman."
"As I get closer to them and get to know 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 brows raised. In her always vicissitudes and sharp eyes, Bruce saw the fragility of a girl and the confusion of a newborn.
"Countless people have asked me about the secret of my success. Everyone wants to know how I accurately find out the clues about the crimes of serial killers. If I don't tell them, they think I'm just trying to keep my secret."
"But I can't tell them that every long night I spent alone, there was 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 serial killer who is naturally cold, cruel, and crazy. He is the criminal I hate the most, and he is also...another me."