Chapter 1203 The Cry of the Lamb (XV)

Chapter 1196 The Scream of the Lamb (15)

The nights in Colorado are much milder than Gotham. The climate here is quite good, there are not so many rainy days and foggy days, so even when night falls, the bright moonlight will illuminate the buildings here clearly.

The Florence Super Prison, which is located alone at the foot of the mountain, looks even more deserted and even a little scary under the bright moonlight. Residents near Denver know that a prison has been built far away from the city, but they do not know it. Do you know what kind of lunatic is being held here?

Ignorance is indeed a happy thing sometimes. If they knew the truth about this prison, they might never have a good night's sleep again.

When a stretched luxury car parked at the gate of the prison, Bruce, wearing a suit, walked out. He went to the back seat of the car and opened the door for Amanda himself. Davis, who had been waiting in front of the prison gate, greeted her enthusiastically. He came up to him and shook hands with Bruce.

"I feel very sorry about William's death. I don't know what kind of cruel murderer he is who dares to attack the FBI base, and I don't know what the benefits of doing so are." Bruce mentioned it like a casual chat. a topic.

As Davis led the two people toward the prison, he sighed: "The murderer is really crazy. Does he think that committing crimes in the FBI will not be discovered? In fact, someone has already discovered the clue. I think it won’t be long before the murderer is brought to justice.”

Bruce nodded, smiled and said: "I am very confident in the efficiency of the FBI in handling the case, but I have told Amanda before that many people attributed this incident to serial killers. They are very dissatisfied with your planned retaliation and think that your plan is too aggressive, which leads to such consequences. "

Amanda snorted coldly and said: "They think that the whole world is arrogant, and it would be best if the criminals are left alone, and they will not be harmed anyway."

Davis coughed slightly, as if to remind Amanda not to make such radical remarks. Amanda turned her head to the side, as if she didn't want to bring up this topic anymore.

The three of them entered the building along the narrow passage on the side of the prison. Bruce seemed to be curious about the environment here, looking up and down at the structure of the building.

After a while, he shook his head and said: "Miss Waller, as I said, your idea is good. Find a super prison to put serial killers in, and then tame them. In theory, , this can be implemented.”

"Serial killers are not ignorant logs. Although they do not regard themselves as human beings, in fact, they are still human beings. As long as they are human beings, they can be domesticated. The key lies in the method of domestication."

Amanda was still very unconvinced. She said: "If you think violent domestication is wrong, do you still want me to reason with them in a good voice? After so many years of social life, I have not been able to make them understand. The simplest thing is, if you can’t give them enough pain, how can they have a long memory?”

Bruce shook his head and said: "Sometimes, violent means are necessary, but not only violent means, and I just want to fill this gap."

"Miss Waller, I think you should have heard of that very famous murder case. More than ten years ago, my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, died of murder. For so many years, I have been tracking the murderer and intending to take revenge. "

"My hatred for criminals is no less than yours. It makes me happy to know that there are people in this world who have been planning to deal with criminals for so many years just like me."

Amanda frowned slightly, but not to express dissatisfaction. She was trying to recall the case about Thomas Wayne and his wife. She shook her head and said: "I have heard of that case, but the murder that happened in Gotham The cases are very mysterious, have you found the murderer?"

"Yes, he is not a serial killer. He was just ordered by others out of profit. When I found him, he was already dying of old age. There was no use arguing with him anymore."

Bruce's words and the sigh in his tone made Amanda relieved. If Bruce said that his parents were also killed by a serial killer, Amanda would become suspicious.

"So far, I have not found the murderer of my parents and brother." Amanda pursed her lips and said, "Professor Schiller has made outstanding contributions to this."

"What's going on with you two?" Bruce turned around and asked with some confusion.

"He was my college professor and I asked him for help after my family was killed but he refused and when one of the clues I found pointed to a newsagent he burned it down ahead of time , the clues were interrupted, and to this day, I have not found the murderer.”

Amanda took a deep breath and said: "Later, I learned that they communicated through newspapers and newspapers. In order to eliminate traces of their communication, Schiller also eliminated my clues."

Bruce nodded and didn't ask any more questions. At this time, they came to a room. Davis entered the password and said: "You said you want to see Professor Schiller, I will have him transported here in advance." Bian is here. Although he has just undergone surgery and has almost no mobility, in order to ensure your safety, it is best not to have physical contact with him. "

After saying that, the thick door opened, revealing a closed room with only a light bulb hanging from the ceiling and a chair.

Schiller was still restrained on the chair, but because the wound was not healed, he did not wear a restraint, but an ordinary prison uniform, with his hands fixed on the armrests and his neck fixed on the back of the chair.

When the door opened, Bruce raised his eyebrows, because it was visible to the naked eye that Schiller was in poor condition. The pale complexion caused by excessive blood loss and the haggardness caused by the recovery period made him look very weak.

Amanda looked at Bruce's expression, and now she was sure that Bruce really didn't seem to have any intention of rescuing Schiller, because Bruce didn't act very angry, nor was he sad or sad.

"Professor, we meet again." Bruce said calmly.

Schiller didn't look at him at all, but Bruce walked up to Schiller and then walked around behind him. However, because of the cover of the prison uniform, only the traces of stitching of the wound on the back of his neck could be seen, but this It was enough for Bruce to judge that Schiller was seriously injured.

"I have been thinking about a question during these many days apart from you." Bruce paced slowly in the room, and then continued: "What do you want me to understand with this series of actions of yours?"

"Of course, there may be many answers. For example, let me understand that I should not fall into the Stockholm complex easily. For example, let me believe that the disease must coexist with me and I can never get rid of it. I can only choose to accept it."

"For another example, let me understand more deeply what you said before, that is, only criminals can deal with criminals. In other words, I must first admit that I am a criminal and understand criminals before I can deal with criminals. "

When he said this, Bruce stopped and stopped right in front of Schiller. He looked at Schiller and shook his head and said: "But I don't think this is the final answer, or in other words, these answers can all be summarized into One answer, I think, is fatherhood."

"There are many kinds of power in this world, but most of them are based on distrust and hatred. Because of distrust and hatred, we need to use power to rule. Power is the hatred of the power holder. service.”

"But there is only one power that is different, and that is paternal power."

"It was born out of love, and it also serves the father's love. Maybe the father's love is distorted, and maybe the way of exercising power is wrong, but it is still born from the father's love for his children, or the love he thinks he has. ”

"Before the children reach adulthood, the family is a completely closed environment for them. They have no ability to leave. In this environment, they can easily develop Stockholm complex. Because they are unable to change their father, they lower their own standards and domesticate themselves to love him."

"The violence, arrogance, jealousy, and desire for control displayed by the father in the process of exercising power all make the children more deeply aware of human pathology."

"Fathers use their power to force their children to understand them, and the children who understand them will one day compete with them for authority."

"In the process of growing up, let the balance tilt in your own direction, so that after your father ages and loses power, you can completely take over his authority and become the new exerciser of father's authority."

"At first, I thought I should focus on the power part of fatherhood, but now, I realize that I should focus on the part of fatherhood that is most different from other powers - love."

Bruce walked to the door and said a few words to Davis at the door. Davis glanced at Amanda, who nodded slightly, and Davis went out.

After a while, two security guards brought in an ordinary table. Bruce took a metal tray from the hands of two doctors in white coats and placed it on the table.

There was a cup in the metal tray, as well as a transparent hose and a needle. Bruce put on his gloves, and it was only then that Schiller looked up at him and asked in a voice as hoarse as the bottom: "What do you want?" do what?"

"Draw blood," Bruce replied.

A series of low laughter came. Schiller had difficulty even speaking, but his laughter could still put great pressure on people. He looked at Bruce and said: "Come on, let me return the 1000 ml of blood to you." , we are clear."

Bruce shook his head. He put on gloves and picked up the needle. Without hesitation, he inserted the needle into his arm and watched the red blood flow out until the entire blood bag was filled.

Schiller stared directly at his movements. Amanda, who was standing behind Bruce, did not see the arrogance of winning in the professor's eyes for the first time.

When the blood bag was filled, Bruce pulled out the needle, shook the blood bag, took the glass next to it, and poured all the blood into it.

The full glass of blood immediately gave off the smell of blood after leaving the sealed container.

Bruce came to Schiller with a cup in his hand expressionlessly. Schiller looked up at him. Bruce's face was sunk in the darkness of the backlight, and divinity and evil were dissolved in his blue eyes.

"Batman..." Schiller shouted instinctively.

"You know, Arrogance has worked hard for so long just to complete the clown's mission as soon as possible and no longer have to be entangled with my fate. You also know that he is a good teacher and will never hurt his students just for fun."

Bruce said in a low voice, while handing the glass of blood to Schiller's lips, and said: "But as long as you drink Batman's blood, Pride will never be free. He will never be able to escape the fate of being entangled with me. He also violated his own principles as a teacher and became a monster who abused students."

Schiller slowly opened his eyes, he looked up at Bruce, but his body instinctively retreated until the back of his head was pressed against the back of the chair, and there was no way to retreat.

But the cup filled with blood kept being handed forward, and Schiller could only turn his head to avoid the approaching bloody smell.

But the next second, Bruce's gloved hand directly grabbed Schiller's jaw, turned his head, and put his thumb along the corner of his lip into the teeth, forcibly pried Schiller's jaw open, and tilted the cup with his other hand, and poured the blood directly into it.

With a whoosh, Schiller disappeared from the chair in Amanda's surprised eyes, and the next second, he appeared in the corner of the room.

Schiller half-knelt on the ground, covering his bloody mouth and coughing and retching frantically, ignoring the violent vibration and tearing the wound on his back, and the blood stained half of the prison uniform red.

Bruce strode over with a glass, and Schiller staggered to his feet and tried to dodge. Bruce threw the glass on the ground, then picked up a piece of debris and slashed it with his palm with the greatest force.

Schiller's movements stiffened uncontrollably for a moment, and then his expression became dull.

When the blood on Bruce's palm burst out, the gray mist invaded and threw him to the ground.

The next second when the gray mist condensed into a human shape, Bruce stood up as fast as possible and pinched Schiller's neck from behind.

Schiller grabbed Bruce's wrist and shook him off, and with a "swish", the blood on Bruce's hand splashed on Schiller's face.

When the two ended their entanglement and retreated, there was no calm expression, no elegant posture, both were covered in blood, pale, and miserable like madmen and tramps.

The balance was balanced for less than a second, and one of the figures half-knelt down weakly, covered his bloody mouth with his hands, and trembled all over.

Another figure walked in front of him and threw away the bloody glass fragments in his hand.

Bruce wiped his cheek with his bloody palm, and half-knelt down in the blood.

His outstretched hands were like an ignorant baby, and also like the wings of a bat.

In the mess, Bruce slowly hugged Schiller.

He hugged his mentor, his enemy, his savior and father, his... lamb.

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