Above the dimly lit cell, the light bulbs flickered incessantly, and all the prisoners were rolling back and forth on their beds, looking agitated.

Since the vicious murder at this level, the prison guards have been patrolling here at a rate of about three or four times an hour, knocking on the railing every ten minutes, and the sound of heavy footsteps and coughing has sounded irregularly, and no one can sleep peacefully.

Any prison for heavy offenders, although it claims to be watertight, as long as it is not fully mechanized, but where there is human participation in management, there will always be loopholes, and this is how all kinds of contraband are brought in.

In order to avoid inspection, contraband often exists in the form of powdered paper wrapped in bookmark-sized paper packets, which can be used as long as you can get a match, and in the past, no one hid in a place where prison guards could not see and secretly smoked, but few people dared to swallow themselves until they lost consciousness.

But no one in the prison who heard about Jimmy's incident suspected this, partly because they all knew that Jimmy was selling drugs to the Border Gang, and the possibility that he had gotten contraband was too great, and that it was very likely that he would steal it himself.

The prison inspection was in a hurry, and Jimmy only had to stop a little bit at a time, which was enough to knock himself up, and he was beaten by a big dog to go to the infirmary before, and many prisoners on the road saw it and knew that the two of them had a grudge.

So it's not impossible for Jimmy to fight the big dog with the guts provided by the hallucinogenic ingredient, the only suspicion is that he hid a toothbrush, but he is relatively small, and it is normal for him to find a way to hide things to defend himself.

In this way, it was determined that the prisoner used contraband to cause a brawl that ended in the death of one person, and Jimmy could not say anything but trembling and crying when he came to his senses.

He didn't suspect anyone, and he didn't have a position to suspect others, after all, he did take drugs, and the toothbrush was also hidden by himself, and the bandage murderer asked him for it and he didn't give it, everything was his own decision, and he didn't rely on others at all.

Jimmy was taken to a special surveillance cell, the same cell used to hold special prisoners, and if nothing else, he should not be able to get out of this life.

The big dog died, Jimmy was gone, and he and the big dog's henchman were left in the cell where the bandage killer was located, and the day after the big dog died, the follower came to the bedside of the bandage killer and said, "I see, you actually killed the big dog, right?" Did you convince Jimmy? ”

"I didn't convince him." The bandage killer sat cross-legged on the bed, his back against the wall, his eyes never falling on the face of the attendant, but as if he had been thinking about something.

"If I had instructed him to kill the big dog, then he would have confessed to me when he learned that he was going to be sentenced, but he didn't." The bandage killer said slowly as if he was sorting out his thoughts.

"And how did you do that?" The attendant leaned forward a little more, but when he saw the reddened one-eyed, he retreated to his bedside in some panic.

The bandage killer was silent, as if his attendant's question had stopped him, and he cast his gaze to the bed opposite.

Jimmy's blood was still sticking to the sheets at the foot of the bed, and when he looked up, another person was sitting on the edge of the bed, it was Bruce Wayne, his eyes were clear blue.

"How did you do that?" Blue-eyed Bruce asked.

"I manipulated Jimmy to kill the big dog." The red-eyed bandage killer said, "It's not difficult, but something is wrong. ”

"What's the problem?" Blue-eyed Bruce asked.

"If manipulating others to kill is not as easy and fast as killing myself, then why would I do it?"

"Do you think it's too complicated to manipulate others? Then maybe you should think about what you did and how you did it. ”

"If we're going to start from scratch, it's up to you to take the first step." The red-eyed bandage murderer said.

The blue-eyed Bruce propped his forearms on his knees, clasped his hands together, and said, "It started because I ran to a farm in Kansas to learn how to grow from an experienced farmer, and then went further afield to Mexico, and with the help of a god princess, a rotten magician, a skilled cryologist, and a surrogate of the green of all things, I planted an entire field of broccoli and threw my professor in the middle of the field." ”

"I know very well that this professor is turning over the old accounts from back to front, but no matter what the order in which he turns over the old accounts, as long as I am here, he will definitely be the first to turn over to me."

"So, you left everything behind and ran away with lightning speed." Another Bruce appeared, not sitting on any of the beds, but standing in the middle of the room, staring at the light bulb overhead with gray eyes.

The blue-eyed Bruce shook his head and said.

"It's not an escape, I think what Clark and Diana said makes sense, in order to protect the universe, we need to keep the professor in a good mood as much as possible, and being thrown into a broccoli field will not make him feel good."

"So, you're going to make his mood cloudy?"

The blue-eyed Bruce nodded and said, "And I'll have to figure out a way to get Schiller to put my name back on his student list, Thomas's heart and blood pressure really can't handle any more." ”

"There's only one way to do both, and that's to write a good paper."

The blue-eyed Bruce raised his head, leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh, and then said: "In the past four years, I have finally understood a truth, in psychology, I am not an academic talent, I am not good at summarizing the theories of other psychologists, and then sublimating and innovating in theory, which is completely unworkable." ”

"I can memorize the theory, and there is nothing difficult to summarize and summarize, but as long as it involves sentiment analysis, there are too many unthinkable truths, let alone innovation."

"Therefore, I had to create a completely new direction, to find another way outside of psychoanalysis and cognitive theory, and even to create a new discipline."

"Actually, I should have done it a long time ago." The blue-eyed Bruce tilted his head slightly, looked at his other gray-eyed self, and said, "I've done this in any other discipline, and the theories of the past are only auxiliary to me." ”

"But the reason why psychology has been hesitant for so long is because Schiller was my teacher, he introduced me to the world of psychology, and he made me appreciate its charms, so that I really wanted to inherit those theories and become a master of psychoanalysis and cognition like him."

"But it turns out that whether it is physics or psychology, I am not good at doing pure theoretical research, but more good at practice, in physics, even if I do not summarize and innovate any formulas, I can create mechanical creations that far exceed the level of modern science and technology, and psychology is the same."

"But in psychology and sociology, if I want to put certain ideas into practice, which is not something that a laboratory and a machine tool can do, I need a qualified testing ground."

"The requirements of the proving ground were to be a closed society, with a unique ecosystem, with enough people, and in such a way that I could use them as test subjects without guilt, and the Florence super-prison was the best choice for the felons."

"In this way, there is only one last question left, that is, how to ensure that I am not affected by other emotions, avoid the long-term sense of morality from interfering with the experimental process, and be able to calmly and objectively implement the whole plan, and accurately record the data."

The blue-eyed Bruce set his gaze on the face of the bandage killer, and in the mental space, the bandages on the bandage killer's face kept peeling off, revealing the same face as Bruce Wayne, except that his eyes were red.

"The frequent frequencies in Schiller's Tower made me realize that the separation of personality traits is not without its benefits." The gray-eyed Bruce began: "Actually, everyone is dealing with different things with different aspects of their personality, and the lively, sociable side is used to deal with interpersonal interactions at work and in life; The violent and rebellious side is used to deal with injustices in life; The calm and thoughtful side is used to study knowledge and exams. ”

"Schiller and I are two extremes, his personality traits are too separated, and I am not separated at all, intending to deal with everything in this world with my serious and cold side."

"Now I realize that maybe I should move closer to the middle." The blue-eyed Bruce said, and he looked at the other two selves separately, and finally landed his gaze on the red-eyed Bruce's face.

"Of course, Bruce Wayne has a violent, evil, and ruthless side in his heart, or rather, the excessively high moral level is because the strength of the positive traits is not enough to control these dangerous traits, so he has to set a strong standard so that he will not be manipulated by these negative traits and fall into madness."

The red-eyed Bruce said in that husky tone, "But when I decided to deepen my personality traits even further, all the negative traits came out on their own, and they stood up to the positive traits." ”

"And the reason why I don't worry about myself going crazy anymore......"

Blue-eyed Bruce snuffed out for a long time, then looked at the figure standing in the center of the room with red-eyed Bruce.

Bruce, one red and one blue, sat opposite each other, while in the center stood Bruce, with gray eyes, the flickering light above his head elongating the shadow, like a steady and powerful pillar of the scale.

"To complete this plan, I must first find a way to enter the Florence Super Prison, it will not work as Bruce Wayne, but I can't completely change my appearance, and any other disguise in appearance will not be able to escape the layers of searches in this prison."

The red-eyed Bruce leaned against the wall and said, "And at this time, a news piece caught my attention that Thomas Elliott killed more than a dozen more people while being pursued by the FBI and is now being wanted by the entire Federation." ”

"He has a different interest in Bruce Wayne's identity, and once tried plastic surgery to look like Bruce, and although he ended up disfigured, his facial features were roughly the same as mine."

"And in order to carry out my plan, and to stop him from continuing to kill, I used another message to attract his attention, telling him to abandon the hunt for the surviving girl of the Kansas farmer's family and instead investigate another matter."

"I used a couple of newsboy gossip to get Elliott to notice the club of serial killers."

(End of chapter)