Chapter 1446 Research on Manipulation (XII)

The special detention cell that everyone in the prison is afraid of is the earliest cell that Amanda prepared for high-risk prisoners with special abilities. It does not follow any humanitarian rules and is a harsh isolation cell for 24 hours a day.

Bruce couldn't think of any reason why Bane would deliberately go to this cell, but he did it on purpose.

Amanda asked him to kill Elliot but he didn't, and asked him to protect Gallardo, but he killed Gallardo as soon as they met. This was clearly to deliberately anger Amanda. He had long expected that Amanda's final means of dealing with him would be to transfer him to a special detention cell.

Why did he do this?

The several confrontations with Bane that Bruce expected ended before they even began, and Bane did not reveal any information in the few conversations.

Bruce should have breathed a sigh of relief. He could now return to his original plan and upgrade step by step. He would first manipulate Jimmy, then drive Twain crazy. When the new inmates were transferred, he could still use the same method to provoke their conflicts, summarize the behavior patterns and the skills of manipulating others, and complete a good paper.

But the appearance of Bane successfully aroused his curiosity. He was very curious about what kind of story this beast with a philosopher's soul had.

In the final analysis, Batman always had a kind of chivalry. He did not like to crush weak opponents, but liked to hunt equally powerful beasts.

There was a special attraction between lunatics. When the other party did not appear, ordinary people could also be comforted, but once the real opponent came on stage, the rest of the people, no matter how gorgeous their dancing was, were just foils, just like Batman and the Joker, just like Batman and all other Gotham villains.

Bruce was attracted by Bane's temperament and secrets. When Bane killed Gallardo, he almost instinctively told him the weakness of the electric shock ring on his foot, because he subconsciously didn't want Bane to be taken away, because he was eager to spy on the secret behind Bane's mask.

And Bruce firmly believed that Bane was not completely uninterested in him, otherwise he would not have to keep him after killing Gallardo. He could have killed people in the cell, which would have stimulated Amanda better.

In this case, why did he go to the isolated special detention cell? What's in it?

Bruce sat quietly on the bed, and the other two sat on the bed opposite, and the other stood in the middle of the room. Countless thoughts flowed between the three figures, and he felt that his thinking was a little stagnant.

Bruce's huge memory bank was a little awkward when mobilizing information. He was not used to the feeling that he was communicating with himself while the other two were recalling, and those memories appeared in his mind at the same time.

Bruce's way of thinking used to be not much different from that of ordinary people. He recalled first, then summarized, and then thought. He needed to retrieve information from his memory first, and then analyze the information. Humans always need to recognize first and then think. If you don't think of something, you can't analyze it.

But now Bruce is experiencing an extremely wonderful experience. When one of him is thinking about something, the other two of him are recognizing it. Cognition and thinking are parallel, and thinking is parallel to thinking at another stage.

Logically speaking, if a person's brain is divided into three threads, the efficiency will definitely be much higher, but Bruce feels a little confused.

Obviously, one of him has thought about node three, and the other one is still at node two, but the conclusion obtained at node three is not recognized by the other one, and then the other one repeatedly thinks about node three, and the efficiency does not increase at all. The repeated conclusion also increases the redundancy of memory.

It can be said that this way of thinking is still too early for humans.

I really don't know how Schiller's hundreds of personalities work. Bruce thought with a headache, but in the end he decided to solve Bane's problem first.

About half an hour later, someone from the infirmary came to deal with Gallardo's body lying in the room. The prison guard asked the criminal to squat with his head in his hands. Bruce squatted in the corner and calmly put one hand into the anklet.

"Zi La!", a flash of electricity passed by, Bruce quickly threw away the anklet, flexibly passed through the medical staff who had not yet reacted, clenched his fist with his middle finger protruding, and punched the prison guard in the face.

"Ouch!"

The prison guard covered his nose and leaned back. Bruce pulled the gun out of his hand, pushed open the door and rushed into the corridor. A sharp alarm sounded.

Logically, the best way at this time is to take hostages, but Bruce did not do so, not because of his high moral standards, but because he did not intend to escape from prison. He planned to go to the special detention cell to find Bane, but first he had to get close to there.

He rushed to the end of the corridor with a gun in his hand, pretending to be reckless, and then saw Amanda rushing in with a team of armed men.

Bruce's eyes shrank. The armed guards who subdued Bane should have just disbanded at this time. They couldn't have regrouped so quickly. Bruce originally wanted to be taken to that area when the armed forces were insufficient, and then find a way to get closer to the destination.

Countless black gun muzzles pointed at Bruce. Bruce could only raise his hands and let the prison guards disarm him. Amanda sneered, and her expression made Bruce a little confused.

Amanda was not surprised or angry, but stared at Bruce's single eye with a cold and mocking look, as if everything had been expected and under control.

Facing Bruce, Amanda took the phone from her subordinate, and after dialing the number, she said to the other person.

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"Professor, he is as stupid as you expected. He planned to take advantage of the commotion when Bain killed Gallardo to escape from prison. Now, I have a legitimate reason to put him in a special holding cell."

Bruce's eyes slowly widened, and then he heard a familiar voice on the receiver of Amanda's phone.

"Yes, Amanda, what a stupid little lamb. A mercenary who is paid to do things, a drug dealer who is about to be executed, can make him do such reckless behavior... So now, do what you should Just do it.”

"Take him to a special holding cell with the highest monitoring standards!"

Amanda raised her head and said, without looking at Bruce who was being escorted. She could feel his burning eyes, which filled her heart with the joy of successful revenge. This damn murderer finally got the punishment he deserved.

But if she tilted her head slightly to look at the criminal walking past her, she could see that the one eye was not staring at her, but at the phone in her hand.

Schiller put down the phone in his hand. Constantine, who was lying on the treatment bed in the office, put his hands behind his head, looked at the ceiling and sighed, "Before I met you, I never thought there were such narrow-minded people in this world." people."

"Bruce has put you in a harsh prison cell, and you have to put him in it too, even at the cost of letting Zatanna use the power of her mental magic to hypnotize Elliot to kidnap the surviving little girl."

Schiller gently wiped the dust off the phone receiver and sighed: "Bruce thought everyone was as rigorous and meticulous as him, but in fact, Elliot didn't want to eradicate the root cause at all."

"He has long forgotten that little girl. If I hadn't let Zatanna control Elliot towards Bruce's trap, how could he have completed his perfect substitute plan?"

"You know Bruce so well." Constantine sighed, sat up from the bed and came to the sofa, poured himself a glass of wine, and then said: "But I'm still curious, how did you lock him in?" ? What happened in prison?"

Schiller smiled, sat opposite Constantine, unbuttoned his suit, and crossed one leg over the other.

Constantine raised his eyebrows. He knew this was Schiller's gesture of relaxation, so he took out the cigar box from under the table and asked, "Want one?"

Schiller nodded slightly and said while watching Constantine cutting a cigar: "Bruce's biggest problem is that he treats everyone as a genius like him. He must have a shocking motive and a mysterious backstory." Encourage them to do a series of things.”

"But in fact, most people except him have very simple motives and methods. Once Bruce makes it too complicated, he will do something that seems very reasonable to him but seems stupid to ordinary people. Son."

"For example, this time, he annoyed me with a field of broccoli. He felt that I would not forgive him so easily. So, instead of coming over to apologize, he planned to do some very difficult social practices, even at the expense of Cut your own face open and swap identities with Elliott, then land yourself in jail.”

"So actually, if he came to apologize, you would forgive him?"

"Generally speaking, if anyone sincerely apologizes to me without causing serious harm to me, I will forgive him and it will greatly reduce the severity of my subsequent retaliatory behavior."

"It sounds incredible."

"I do abide by this principle." Schiller said with one hand on the armrest and a few fingers on the side of his head: "But they always seem to have some misunderstandings about my temper. Even Clark thinks It’s better to apologize to me and run away.”

"Even though he blew up my thinking tower twice, I didn't do anything to him. He still firmly believed that. The reason why he usually stayed there and waited for me was because he pessimistically believed that he couldn't run away. "

"So far, you are the only one who has sincerely apologized to me and offered me the help I need. So not only can you drink my wine now, but I also don't mind you giving me the expensive cigars that Alberto gave me. The cut was a mess.”

Constantine looked down at the cigar in his hand, showed an embarrassed smile to Schiller, and opened the matchbox and said: "Thank you for the things I messed up in the first half of my life. They made me firmly believe that apologizing is the only thing I can do." Things that can be done well.”

When Schiller saw him taking out the matches, he stood up, leaned forward across the coffee table, put one hand in the pocket of his suit trousers, bent down, and Konstantin handed him the cigar. He took it and put it away. In his mouth, Constantine raised his hands, one hand to protect the fire and the other to light the cigarette.

Seeing Schiller really take a puff of the cigar he had cut, Constantine's eyes shrank. As a magic consultant who often visited the mansions of the upper class, Constantine was not that bad at cutting cigars. He believed that Schiller could do the same. Know this.

An unavoidable guilt and regret arose in his heart. He knew clearly that Schiller had severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, but he still acted like a child who deliberately broke his toys, destroying valuable items without any scruples, expressing that he didn't know what to do. Where does it come from and there is absolutely no dissatisfaction with position ownership.

Doing such a thing in front of a person with excellent self-control seemed even more unreasonable. Constantine took a deep breath and said in his heart a thousand times that this must be another trap of Schiller, but he still He leaned weakly on the back of the sofa, turned his head to one side and said, "It's so condescending, Professor. I'm sorry, my hands are a little shaky."

Schiller smoked a cigar and sat back on the sofa, smiled and said: "It seems that Illness has left a deep impression on you, but I am not him. I do not use every detail in life to manipulate others. I Tell the truth."

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"I can't be the only one involved in this to apologize to you, right?" Constantine picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine, trying to slow down his pounding heartbeat.

Seeing the expression on Schiller's face, Constantine was still very surprised and said: "No way?"

"That's true."

Schiller exhaled a puff of smoke and continued: "Let's talk about what happened in the prison. The process is actually very simple..."

"I know Bruce very well, and he knows me very well. He knows that I will be the first to turn over old scores, so he will definitely be the first to run away."

"I have been paying attention to his movements. When I discovered that his schedule overlapped with Elliot who was being hunted by the FBI, I knew what he wanted to do..."

"How did you know where the two of them were staying?"

"When I was on the West Coast, I served as a psychology instructor at the FBI Agent Training Academy for a period of time. Naturally, I had a way to get information on the pursuit of important fugitives. As for Bruce's itinerary...he told me himself."

Constantine stared at the lines of the holes in Schiller's gray eyes, as if he had seen the situation in Schiller's thinking tower a few days ago.

The knock on the door of "Dongdongdong" sounded in the corridor of the Thinking Tower. Schiller, dressed in a black suit, opened the door and looked at Bruce standing at the door. He gave up his position and said: "Come in."

Schiller led Bruce to the table and asked without looking back, "Have you left Gotham?"

"Yes, I'm currently at Monsanto's headquarters in Missouri doing business."