In the narrow prison passage, the light bulbs above the head flicker on and off. This is not because the power supply here is insufficient, but simply to prevent the prisoners from taking a good rest, so that they have no energy to cause trouble.
The one-hour relaxation time every day will be before dinner, because only a small meal is provided for lunch, and the dinner time is relatively late, which will make most of the prisoners hungry, which can prevent them from having enough physical strength.
Go fight.
The prison guard knocked on the railing with his baton. Every prisoner here could understand all the code words of the tapping rhythm. The prisoners in each cell stood in a line, and two prison guards walked down the stairs at the end of the corridor.
, opened the room doors one by one with the keys in their hands, and took them to the exhibition area in groups of four.
According to the "Bill of Rights", prisoners are not allowed to wear handcuffs and shackles when relaxing. However, the nature of Florence Prison is special. Prisoners with Class A security level must also wear electronic ankle bracelets that can discharge during relaxation time. This is to prevent
Some prisoners with special abilities suddenly go crazy and kill ordinary people.
But judging from the rule setting of prisoners with special abilities and ordinary prisoners having fun together, Amanda might be hoping that the special prisoners suddenly go crazy and kill all the serial killers here, and then she can justifiably shoot and execute them. But unfortunately
The thing is, most people still care about their lives. So far, no large-scale riots have broken out in the Florence Super Prison.
When it was the turn of the cell where the Bandage Killer was, originally, the Bandage Killer's bed was closest to the door, so he should be the first one, but the big dog pushed him aside with his arms and blew at him.
A rogue whistle, and then stood firmly at the first position.
The Bandage Killer stood on the side, not in a line. The prison guard was very dissatisfied and kept hitting the guardrail with his baton. The little man standing at the end stretched out his hand and pulled him in front of him, and then whispered
Said: "You'd better be obedient. You also have ankle bracelets on your feet that can discharge electricity."
"Come with me during the break," said the Bandage Killer.
The little man showed a horrified expression. Just as he was about to say something, the big dog standing in the first place turned around and glared at him fiercely, with murderous intent in his eyes. The little man swallowed his saliva and did not dare to say anything.
explain.
The four people were taken out of the room one after another. When they first arrived at the exhibition area, the big dog made an insulting gesture to the two people at the end of the team, and then strutted towards another group of people.
The bandage murderer did not turn around to look at the little man, but just walked to a stone pier under the electric grid at the edge of the outdoor area. The little man followed him step by step, as if he was afraid that if he was too slow, the other person would go crazy.
The two squatted next to the stone pier. The little man kept swallowing his saliva and said: "You shouldn't offend the big dog. He specializes in organ trafficking. He captured two members of the FBI alive. Crazy
He tortured them and then took away their hearts and kidneys, so he was designated as a Class A dangerous person, and the FBI hates him!"
The little man looked at the southernmost side of the field with some fear. There were many strong men gathered there. They all had bright flower tattoos on their arms and backs, and some had skulls tattooed on their faces. He continued
Said: "Did you see that? That's the Mexican gang. They are notorious in every prison for serious criminals. If you offend them, there will be no good consequences."
"Did you offend them to get here?" This was the longest sentence the bandage murderer said. The little man shrank his neck and said: "If I had offended them, I would still be alive to come here.
?”
His eyes glanced at a group of people gathered about a hundred meters to the right of the Mexican gang. Bandage Murderer followed his line of sight. It seemed that there was also a gathering place for gangs. The little man said in a trembling tone:
"They are also a South American gang, but they are engaged in drug trafficking. I was brought here because I offended them."
As soon as the little man turned around, he saw the one red bloodshot eye of the Bandage Killer staring at him coldly. The little man took two steps back and said sternly: "I know you killed many people, but in prison
If you don't have a gang here, you are destined to be bullied. You have offended the big dog, and the Mexican gang will not let you go!"
The bandage killer just said coldly: "I am a Gothamite."
The little man felt as if cold water had suddenly poured over his whole body. He shivered hard, his teeth kept trembling, and his words were chopped into pieces as he trembled: "You, what on earth do you want to do? Why are you looking for me?
?”
"You are not excluded." The Bandage Killer's tone was still very cold, and it also contained a threat. It was not a threat with violent elements, but a threat not to let me talk to the corpse.
"They need someone to deliver drugs here." The one-eyed bandage killer stared at the little man's face and said, "All serious criminals want cigarettes and drugs. This is how you can survive for so long under the big dogs.
reason."
"Please!" the little man said in a broken voice, "That's not what I want to do, but they need an inconspicuous informant. If a strong thornhead is allowed to do this job, that person named Amanda will be damned.
The girls won’t let him go.”
"What's your name?" Bandage Killer asked again.
"You can just call me Jimmy." The little man shook his head vigorously and said, "Originally, I was working as a smuggler on the border, but two policemen who couldn't think of anything came to trouble me that day, so I killed them both. Unexpectedly,
It was photographed by one of my men, who was an FBI informant, and the evidence was conclusive. I was sentenced to seventy years in prison without the possibility of parole."
The Bandage Killer's remaining eye narrowed slightly, and he looked at Jimmy silently. Jimmy could only sigh and said: "I killed a lot of pigs, oh, it's the corpses of those stowaways,
They were discovered by the FBI. If I had known, I wouldn't have buried them together."
"How many people have you killed?"
Jimmy pursed his lips and said, "I've been in this business for almost twenty years, and there are still a lot of blind people and sluggish people. At least I can give them a good time. If they fall into the hands of those organ traffickers and drug traffickers, they will be even worse.
Bear it."
Jimmy sighed, looked at the bandage murderer and said: "Let me tell you, to be honest, it is quite rare for Gotham people to be caught here. Even the FBI can't get into that ghost place, and many of them are under federal investigation.
The criminals pursued by the bureau want to run there, why do you want to run out?"
"Take refuge."
The Bandage Killer only answered one word, but it triggered countless associations. Jimmy looked at him with a slightly probing look, and asked tentatively: "Hide from your enemies?"
"No, hide from my teacher."
In Schiller's office at the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Victor leaned on the sofa in front of the bed and took a sip of wine and said: "...You also have to understand him. He really didn't have any better means of subduing you at that time.
, broccoli is only a last resort restriction."
"Of course, of course I understand." Schiller sat on the sofa with a glass of wine and leaned back relaxedly and said, "I don't mind at all that he made a special trip to Kansas to invite an agricultural expert, and then contacted another
A revolutionary fighter came to distant Mexico, bought a Lamborghini tractor, and planted a whole field of broccoli with the help of a princess, a magician, a cryologist and a botanist.
, and then threw me into the middle of the field."
"Uh..." Victor covered his mouth with a wine glass feeling guilty, and said: "To be honest, it was your act of giving me the nanocontroller that scared me. Of course, I didn't expect what Bruce said.
The restrictions are really on broccoli.”
Schiller took out the square scarf from his suit pocket and folded it again, flattening every wrinkle on it with his fingers, and said in an understatement: "Yes, I didn't expect that his imagination in this area is comparable to his innovation in the paper."
Sexual thinking is much more flexible."
"But I didn't expect that he would actually choose to turn back to psychological learning. He knew that he had just gotten into trouble." Victor's tone became brisk again. He leaned his body towards Schiller and raised his elbow.
He leaned on the armrest and looked at him and said, "This should be regarded as an expression of sincerely admitting your mistake and asking for forgiveness."
"He better be."
Schiller put the folded handkerchief back into his suit pocket, adjusted the angle of the exposed handkerchief with his hands, stood up with his hands on the armrests of the chair, walked to the table, pressed the schedule with his fingers, and lowered his head one by one.
Check it out and continue.
"I sincerely hope that even if I am not at Gotham University, this school will never stop moving forward, especially in terms of academic achievements in various disciplines..."
Victor immediately stood up from the chair, showed a fake smile, put down his wine glass and stretched out a hand to Schiller and said: "I have something else to do, I'm leaving first."
He rushed out of the office door as quickly as possible, then went to the patient communication center of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital as quickly as possible, found the cryogenic laboratory, rushed in, picked up the phone inside, and spoke to the
The head growled.
"Bruce, come here quickly! When is your paper due? If you don't get results this week, we will both be in trouble!!!"
"What, you don't have a car? Then fly a plane!... You don't have a plane? Then build one! You can't even get into the Batcave? Then go home and build one... You are kicked out of the house
?!"
Victor, who was holding the phone, let out a long sigh. He stretched out a hand and said to the other end of the phone: "Listen, Bruce, our emergency restrictions on Schiller have been quite effective, but now it's time to pay the price."
Got it!"
"If we can't produce enough research results before Schiller's anger reaches its peak, then I will immediately transfer you back to the Department of Psychology, and you can figure it out yourself!"
In the laboratory of Gotham University, Bruce was listening to the busy tone on the phone and was confused. As soon as he put down the phone, the door opened with a bang, and a long-haired girl rushed in and faced Bruce.
shouted.
"Bruce! When are you going to start the research on plants that can grow in Gotham that you mentioned earlier?!"
The girl grabbed her hair and said: "It's all your damn emergency restrictions! Professor Schiller asked me to have dinner in the restaurant on Wednesday morning. By then, if I can't produce the research results, I will be dead!!!"
With a "bang", the door that had just been closed was knocked open again, and a red-haired young man rushed in and said: "Bruce, have you finished the interface of the Ark Reactor?! Sunshine returns to Gotham!"
The sociology paper on the impact of humanities is already a week late. If you don’t submit it, I will be dead!!!”