In the dimly lit room, only one screen shimmered with an icy sheen, and the picture on the screen seemed a little strange, only one color distinguished by shades, and it was almost completely still, cold, cruel, and lifeless.

If someone has really seen the monitoring screen, they should know that the picture in the screen at this time is the scene presented by the night vision device.

In the picture, there is a cramped cell that can no longer be cramped, and a man wearing a mask sits on a bed, staring ahead, without moving.

After a while, a small opening opened in the wall in front of him, but there was no one on the other side of the passage, only a passage that opened diagonally upward, and a piece of food slipped out of the passage, a sandwich packed with a special material between paper and cloth.

With a click, the lock on the mask was opened by remote control, and the mask still could not be removed, but the device that fixed the jaw no longer worked, and the part of the center of the mask that covered the lips could also be lifted.

Judging by his mechanical chewing motion, the thing should have no taste, and after eating everything, the lock on the mask locks again, a red light lights light up above the wall passage, and the person sitting on the bed reaches in with the hand holding the outer package.

After the outer packaging is removed, the arm is immobilized, and the needle of the infusion is pierced into the skin, and the nutrient solution and the water required by the human body will enter the body through the infusion.

The infusion lasts about half an hour, and after the end of the passage, there is a small invisible door near the right side of the wall where the passage is located, only about half a person high, and after this door is opened, through the narrow and low passage, there is a toilet with basic facilities.

All facilities and doors are opened and closed at regular intervals, but the opening and closing times are irregular, sometimes they may be opened twice an hour, sometimes they may only be opened once every five hours, and the same is true for food and infusions.

All these seemingly cumbersome and cumbersome acts of incarceration are designed to blur the time, so that the prisoner loses the concept of "heaven" in the deprivation of his senses, and does not know how long he will stay here, and does not know when this despair will end.

The vast majority of experiments claim that sensory deprivation is the most cruel punishment for human beings, and that the greatest pain lies in the blurring of time.

Human beings are a race that needs a reference object to feel time exactly, and if a person only has his own mind and does not have any external senses, then his experience of time will be completely different from the passage of time in reality.

And in the vast majority of cases, the time spent immersed in the mind is much longer than in the real world.

And this boredom and loneliness, which has been slowed down countless times, can destroy almost any human will, and in the surveillance room, the two people watching this scene know this.

"What a cruel punishment." Standing in front of the screen, William in a suit said with a smile.

Davis, who was beside him, glanced at him and said, "Mr. De Nechet, you should understand that you have come here because you have a lot of experience working in other prisons for felons, so why should you sigh about it?" ”

William pushed his glasses, shook his head, and said, "It's true that many heavy prison prisons treat prisoners with long confinement and sensory deprivation to a greater or lesser extent. ”

"But the main purpose of this punishment is to calm down the manic criminals, to warn them not to take any escape action, and not to think about harming the prison guards, which causes them mental trauma, which is only a side effect of the warning."

William showed a sneer, glanced at Davis and said, "But here, the purpose of treating prisoners with such a harsh sensory deprivation punishment is to make them mentally traumatized, and I would sigh at this cruel method, right?" ”

Davis walked across from William, stared at the eyes behind his eyes with a cold, somewhat playful look, and said, "Do you still think that they are just ordinary criminals?" ”

"The 16 inmates, including Schiller Rodriguez, all have abilities that are beyond the ordinary, and this ability may be superpowers understood by ordinary people, such as immense strength, sharp teeth and claws, or the ability to affect the minds of others."

"These superpowered criminals who exist in ordinary society pose a great threat to the people, and the FBI cannot sit idly by." Davis pursed his lips tightly into a line and continued in a deep tone.

"If they were just aliens, they wouldn't be held here, and all the inmates who were transported to this prison have used their abilities beyond ordinary people to commit serious crimes, and they don't deserve sympathy."

"For ordinary criminals, a small punishment will calm them down, but for these supercriminals, if torture is not used, they will not repent of their crimes."

Davis turned around, and at this time, the surveillance screen has become many small squares, most of the cells, the images transmitted by the monitor are flickering violently, and more than half of the criminals have begun to shout, manic and violent, because they can't stand this terrible sensory deprivation.

Davis just stared coldly at this picture, his eyelids twitched, and he said, "They are dangerous, but they are also precious, and the ability they possess should create greater value for this world, but they use it to commit crimes." ”

"All we have to do is to whip them, to admonish them, to let them know what pain is, to awaken the fears that have long been forgotten in their crazy minds."

"We are to establish new personalities and new rules for them, to make them fearful and to be ashamed, to save them from madness, to give aim to their proud talents, and to use their talents to atone for the evil deeds of the first half of their lives."

Standing in the cold light emitted by the images transmitted 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, in order to receive the Lord's forgiveness and forgiveness, and they need to weep with gratitude and cry out for it."

"So we called this great operation the Lamb Project!"

"Project Lamb?"

In the office on the top floor of the Wayne Group building, Bruce looked at Angela's face and repeated the words she had just spoken, while the female police officer nodded very seriously and said, "That's right, I just learned the specific name of this plan." ”

Angela turned away with her hand on the back of her chair and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the gloomy sky of Gotham, her face equally gloomy.

"Before, time was pressing, I didn't have time to tell you, maybe you also feel a little confused, I was just an ordinary police officer, why did I suddenly join the FBI?"

"Ordinary cops? With all due respect, Miss Dodgson, you're a bit of a fool of yourself, and your reputation is known to everyone in the Federation's Crime Squad and everyone knows that you're the best at dealing with crazed serial killers, finding clues in their actions and solving their crimes. Bruce spoke.

But Angela showed a bitter smile, she opened her mouth for a moment, as if to say something, but then shook her head lightly and said:

"Yes, I've spent my life fighting these murderous serial murderers, and I've done some things, but what you don't know, Mr. Wayne, is that the more you know about them, the more you understand that they can't be eradicated."

Bruce raised an eyebrow, looking at Angela's expression, the female police officer did not show any special look, but said as she was used to: "I have seen a 13-year-old girl who slaughtered her parents with her own hands, just because her teddy bear is sick and she wants to cure it." ”

"I've also seen the Wall Street elite who burns down half a street with a fire, not to take revenge on society, but to smell the scorched smell of humanity."

"Their madness has no reason, the madness is very thorough, the madness is pure, and when they are interrogated, they do not feel regret for the fact that they ruined other people, and they do not even feel pain for them ruining their own future."

"I was thinking that maybe they were some kind of manifestation of human original sin...... Do you think it's ridiculous? A policeman who actually attributed this kind of thing to religious reasons? Angela smiled a ridiculous smile, but there was no smile in her eyes, just tears.

"Do you know why I chose to join the FBI?" Angela's red eyes were like the afterglow of a Gotham sunset, and her tone was very calm, as if accepting reality.

Bruce didn't answer, just looked at her in silence, and Angela didn't need anyone else to answer the question.

"It's not because I hate them, it's not because I feel fear or anger at their cruelty, but because over the years, I've found that I've come to understand them."

Angela tilted her head, the muscles in her neck twitched, she fell into a look of remembrance, and spoke:

"Maybe you know, I was treated by Dr. Schiller, and everybody thought I couldn't bear the horrors of murder by those damn madmen, but the opposite happened."

"In Schiller's psychiatric clinic, I kept crying and screaming, but it wasn't because of fear and anger, but because I was resisting, resisting the hallucinations I saw."

"At every murder scene, I can clearly see how the murderer brutally killed innocent people, I can clearly understand their happiness and excitement at that time, and feel the pleasure and satisfaction they get from this cruel behavior."

"I am also excited about it, and I am satisfied with it, and I can't tell the difference between me and them, I can't understand whether I understand them or not, and I'm just like them, a hopelessly incommodated natural madman."

"As I get closer to them and get to know them better, this thought is irrepressible, and in order not to let me really slide into the abyss, I can only choose to retreat."

"When you enter the FBI, you can still do criminal investigations. But it also means that I gave up the pursuit of the first half of my life, left the front line that needed me the most, and chose to escape like a coward. ”

Angela's eyebrows furrowed, and in her usual 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, and everyone wants to know how I accurately found the clues of those serial murderers to commit crimes, and if I don't say it, they think that I am a broom cherished by myself."

"But I can't tell them that in every long night I spend alone, there is a crazy figure on the couch, in the mirror, on the other side of the bed."

"It was a cold, cruel, insane serial murderer by nature, the criminal I hated the most, and ...... The other me. ”

(End of chapter)