The special holding cell that makes everyone in the prison jealous. This is the earliest cell that Amanda prepared for high-risk prisoners with special abilities. It does not follow any humanitarian rules and is harsh 24 hours a day. of incommunicado confinement.
Bruce couldn't think of any reason why Bane would go to such a cell on purpose, but he did mean it.
Amanda asked him to kill Elliot but he didn't, and asked him to protect Gallardo. He killed Gallardo as soon as they met. This was obviously to anger Amanda on purpose. He had already expected that Amanda would deal with him. The final resort is to transfer him to a special holding cell.
Why did he do this?
The several confrontations Bruce expected with Bain were over before they even began. Bain did not reveal any information in the few conversations he had.
Bruce should have breathed a sigh of relief. He could now go back to his original plan and upgrade step by step. He would first manipulate Jimmy and then drive Tang En crazy. When the new inmates were transferred, he could still use the same method to provoke him. Their conflicts, summarize behavioral patterns and techniques for manipulating others, and complete a pretty good paper.
But Bain's appearance successfully aroused his curiosity. He was very curious about the story of this beast with the soul of a philosopher.
In the final analysis, Batman always has a kind of chivalry in him. He does not like to crush weak opponents, but likes to hunt down equally powerful beasts.
There is a special attraction between madmen. When the other person does not appear, ordinary people can also comfort themselves. But once the real opponent steps on the stage, no matter how gorgeous the other people dance, they are just foils, just like Batman and the Joker, just like Batman and all the other Gotham villains.
Bruce was attracted by Bane's temperament and secrets. When Bane killed Gallardo, he almost instinctively revealed the weakness of the electric shock ring on his feet because he subconsciously did not want Bane to be taken away. He desperately wants to peek into the secret behind Bane's mask.
And Bruce firmly believes that Bain is not completely uninterested in him, otherwise there is no need for him to keep him after killing Gallardo. He can kill him in the cell, which can better stimulate Amanda. .
In this case, why should he go to a special holding cell isolated from the outside world? What's in there?
Bruce sat quietly on the bed. One of the other two people sat on the bed opposite, and the other stood in the middle of the room. Countless thoughts were flowing between the three figures. He felt that his thinking was somewhat stagnant.
Bruce's huge memory bank was a little awkward when mobilizing information. He was not used to the feeling of communicating with himself while the other two selves were recalling, and those memories appeared in his mind at the same time.
Bruce's way of thinking was not much different from ordinary people. He first recalled, then summarized, and then thought. He needed to retrieve information from memory first, and then analyze the information. Human beings always need to recognize first and then think. If It is impossible to analyze something without thinking about it.
But now Bruce is experiencing an extremely wonderful experience. When he is thinking about one thing, the other two are recognizing it. Cognition and thinking are parallel, and thinking is parallel to another stage of thinking.
Logically speaking, if the human brain is divided into three threads, the efficiency will be much higher, but Bruce felt a little confused.
Obviously one person has already thought about node three, while the other person is still at node two, but the conclusion obtained at node three was not recognized by the other person. Then the other person thought about node three again, and the efficiency did not increase at all. Repeated conclusions also increase memory redundancy.
It can be said that this way of thinking is still too early for mankind.
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 Bain’s matter first.
About half an hour later, someone came from the infirmary to deal with Gallardo's body lying in the room. The prison guard asked the criminal to squat down with his head in his hands. Bruce squatted in the corner and calmly put one hand into the anklet.
"Hi!", a flash of electricity flashed, Bruce quickly threw away the anklet, nimbly passed between the medical staff who had not yet reacted, clenched his hand into a fist with his middle finger protruding, and punched the prison guard in the face. Face door.
"Ouch!"
The prison guard held his nose and leaned back. Bruce pulled the gun out of his hand, pushed open the door and rushed into the corridor, and a sharp alarm sounded.
Logically speaking, the best way at this time was to take hostages, but Bruce did not do so, not because of his high moral standards, but because he had no intention of escaping from prison. He planned to go to the special holding cell to find Bane, but First he had to get close.
He rushed to the end of the corridor pretending to be reckless with his gun in hand, and then saw Amanda rushing in with a group of armed men.
Bruce's pupils shrank. The armed guards who subdued Bain should have just disbanded at this time. It was impossible for them to regroup so quickly. Bruce originally wanted to be taken to that area when the armed forces were insufficient, and then think about it later. Way to get closer to your destination.
Countless black guns were pointed at Bruce. Bruce could only raise his hands and let the prison guards disarm him. Amanda showed a sneer, and her look made Bruce a little confused.
Amanda was not surprised or angry, she just stared at Bruce's one eye with a cold and mocking expression, as if everything had been anticipated and under control.
Facing Bruce, Amanda took the phone from her subordinate, and after dialing the number, she said to the other person.
"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.
"Yeah, 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 gaze, 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 there 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 about the 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 Slit your face open, swap identities with Elliott, and 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 retaliation."
"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 Why don't you 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 actually taking a puff of the cigar he had cut, Constantine's pupils 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 knew this too. at this point.
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."
"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?"
"This is 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 pupil lines on Schiller's gray eyes, as if he had seen the situation in Schiller's thinking tower a few days ago.
"Dong dong dong" knocks on the door sounded in the corridor of the Tower of Thought. Schiller, wearing 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 at Monsanto's headquarters in Missouri doing business."
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