Above the dim cell, the light bulbs were flashing constantly, and all the prisoners were turning back and forth on the bed, looking very agitated.
Since the vicious murder occurred on this floor, the prison guards have been patrolling here at a rate of about three or four times an hour, knocking on the railings every ten minutes, and the sounds of heavy footsteps and coughs are even more insignificant.
It rings regularly and no one can sleep peacefully.
Although any prison for serious offenders is said to be watertight, as long as it is not fully mechanized and has humans involved in management, there will always be loopholes. This is how all kinds of contraband are brought in.
In order to avoid inspection, contraband often comes in the form of powder wrapped in bookmark-sized paper packets, which can be used as long as you can get a match. In the past, it was not that no one hid in places where the prison guards could not see and snorted secretly, but
Very few people dare to intoxicate themselves until they lose consciousness.
But no one in the prison who heard about Jimmy's incident had any doubts about it. On the one hand, they all knew that Jimmy was transporting drugs to the border gang, and the possibility of him getting contraband was too high, and
It is very possible that the person is guarding and stealing.
Inspections in the prison are very hurried. Jimmy only needs to intercept a little bit each time, which is enough to get himself high. Moreover, he was beaten by a big dog before and went to the infirmary. Many prisoners on the road saw it and knew it.
The two of them have a grudge.
Therefore, it is not impossible for Jimmy to use the courage provided by hallucinogenic ingredients to fight a big dog. The only suspicion is that he hid a toothbrush. However, he is relatively small, so it is normal for him to find ways to hide things to defend himself.
In this way, the incident was judged to be the result of a fight caused by prisoners using contraband that resulted in the death of one person. After Jimmy woke up, he could not say anything except shaking and crying.
He didn't doubt anyone, and he had no position to doubt others. After all, he did take drugs, and he hid the toothbrush himself. The bandage killer asked him for it, but he didn't give it to him. Everything was his own decision, and he couldn't rely on it at all.
other people.
Jimmy was taken to a special monitoring cell, which is a cell used to hold special prisoners. If nothing else happens, he probably won't be able to get out in this life.
Big Dog died, Jimmy left, and he and Big Dog's follower were left in the cell where Bandage Killer was. The day after Big Dog died, the follower came to Bandage Killer's bedside and said
: "I saw it. You actually killed the big dog, right? It was you who convinced Jimmy?"
"I didn't convince him." The bandage murderer sat cross-legged on the bed, leaning against the wall. His eyes never fell on the follower's face, but seemed to have been thinking about something.
"If I instigated him to kill the big dog, then he would definitely confess me when he learned that his sentence would be increased, but he didn't." The bandage murderer said slowly as if he was clarifying his thoughts.
.
"Then how did you do it?" The follower moved closer, but when he saw the red one eye, he still retreated to his bed in panic.
The Bandage Killer remained silent, as if the follower's question had stopped him, and he turned his attention to the bed opposite.
Jimmy's blood was still stuck to the sheets at the foot of the bed. When he raised his eyes, another man was sitting beside the bed. It was Bruce Wayne, with clear and translucent blue eyes.
"How did you do that?" asked blue-eyed Bruce.
"I manipulated Jimmy to kill the big dog." The red one-eyed bandage killer said: "It was not difficult, but something went wrong."
"What's the problem?" blue-eyed Bruce asked.
"If manipulating others to kill someone is not as convenient and fast as killing someone myself, then why should I do it?"
"You think it's too complicated to manipulate others? Then maybe you should first think about what you have done and how you did it."
"If we're going to start over, you should be the one to take the first step." The red-eyed bandage killer said.
Blue-eyed Bruce put his forearms on his knees, clasped his hands, and said: "The reason is that I ran to a farm in Kansas to learn how to plant from an experienced farmer, and then went further to Mexico, where I
With the help of a god princess, a bad magician, a superb cryogenic scientist and a representative of the green of all things, I planted a whole field of broccoli and threw my professor in the middle of the field.
.”
"I know very well that this professor turns over old accounts from back to front, but no matter what order he turns over old accounts, as long as I am around, he will definitely turn to me first."
"So, you dropped everything and ran away with lightning speed." Another Bruce appeared, not sitting on any bed, but standing in the middle of the room, staring above his head with gray eyes.
light bulb.
Blue-eyed Bruce shook his head and said.
"This can't be called an escape. I think what Clark and Diana said is reasonable. In order to protect the universe, we must keep the professor in a good mood as much as possible, and being thrown into the broccoli field will not
Put him in a good mood."
"So, you're going to change his mood from cloudy to sunny?"
Blue-eyed Bruce nodded and said: "And I have to find a way to get Schiller to put my name back on his student list. Thomas's heart and blood pressure really can't bear any more."
"And there is only one way to achieve both of these things at the same time, and that is to write a good paper."
Blue-eyed Bruce raised his head, leaned against the wall, let out a long sigh, and then said: "In the past four years, I finally understood a truth. In terms of psychology, I am not an academic talent.
I am not good at summarizing the theories of other psychologists and then sublimating and innovating on the theory. This is completely unworkable."
"I can memorize the theory, and it's not difficult to summarize and outline it. But when it comes to emotional analysis, there are too many truths that I can't imagine, let alone innovation."
"Therefore, I had to create a new direction, find another way outside of psychoanalysis and cognitive theory, and even create a new discipline."
"Actually, I should have done this a long time ago." Bruce with blue eyes tilted his head slightly, looked at his other self with gray eyes and said, "I do this in any other subject. The theories of predecessors
It’s just a support to me.”
"But the reason why psychology has hesitated for so long is because Schiller was my teacher. He led me into the world of psychology and allowed me to appreciate its charm. It made me really want to inherit those theories and be like him.
Also become a master of psychoanalysis and cognitive school."
"But it turns out that, whether it's physics or psychology, I'm not good at doing pure theoretical research, but better at practice. In physics, even without summarizing or innovating any formulas, I can create things that are far superior to modern ones.
Mechanical creations at the technological level are the same as psychology.”
"But in psychology and sociology, if I want to put certain ideas into practice, which cannot be done in laboratories and machine tools, I need a qualified testing ground."
“The requirements for the experimental site are that it must be a closed social environment, with a unique ecological system, with enough people, and the identities of these people so that I can use them as experimental subjects without any guilt.
Serious prisoners in the Florence Supermax Prison are the best choice."
"In this way, there is only one last question left, which is how to ensure that I will not be affected by other emotions, avoid long-term moral feelings from interfering with the experimental process, and be able to execute the entire plan calmly and objectively, and accurately record the data."
Bruce, with blue eyes, set his sights on the face of the Bandage Killer. In the mental space, the bandages on the Bandage Killer's face kept peeling off, revealing a face that was exactly the same as Bruce Wayne's, except that his eyes were
Red.
"Frequent visits to Schiller's Tower made me realize that the separation of personality traits is not without its benefits." Bruce with gray eyes said: "In fact, everyone is using different aspects of their personality to deal with different situations.
The lively, sociable side is used to deal with interpersonal interactions in work and life; the violent and rebellious side is used to deal with injustice in life; the calm and thoughtful side is used to study knowledge and take exams."
"Schiller and I are two extremes. His personality traits are too different, but I have not separated at all. I plan to use my serious and cold side to deal with everything in the world."
"Now I realize that maybe I should move closer to the middle value." Blue-eyed Bruce said. He looked at the other two selves respectively, and finally set his eyes on the face of red-eyed Bruce.
"Of course Bruce Wayne has a violent, evil, and cold side in his heart. In other words, the excessive moral level is because the strength of the positive traits is not enough to control these dangerous traits, so a strong and powerful character must be set.
standards to prevent yourself from being manipulated by these negative traits and falling into madness.”
The red-eyed Bruce said in his husky tone: "But when I decided to further deepen my personality, all the negative traits became independent and balanced against the positive traits."
"And the reason why I no longer worry about becoming crazy..."
The blue-eyed Bruce drawled a long note, and then he and the red-eyed Bruce looked at the figure standing in the center of the room.
Bruce with two eyes, one red and one blue, sat on the opposite sides of the bed respectively, and in the center stood Bruce with gray eyes. The flickering light above his head lengthened the shadow, like a stable and powerful scale pillar.
"To complete this plan, I must first find a way to enter the Florence Super Prison. It won't work as Bruce Wayne, but I can't completely change my appearance. Any other appearance disguise will not work.
Maybe he can escape the layers of searches in this prison."
Bruce with red eyes leaned against the wall and said: "At this time, a piece of news caught my attention. Thomas Elliott killed more than a dozen people while being hunted by the FBI, and is now being hunted by the FBI.
Wanted across the Commonwealth."
"He has a different interest in Bruce Wayne's identity. He once tried plastic surgery to look like Bruce. Although he was disfigured in the end, his facial features are generally consistent with mine."
"In order to carry out my plan and prevent him from continuing to kill people, I used another piece of information to attract his attention and asked him to give up the pursuit of the surviving girl of the Kansas farmer's family and instead investigate another
thing."
"I used the gossip of a few newsboys to draw Elliot's attention to the serial killer's club."
