Chapter 157 The Stanford experiment, the truth! (To sell wine and wait for the king to return to protect the law and add more!)

  Daniel vaguely felt uneasy.

  Her eyes flashed fiercely, and she directly pulled the pistol in her hand, but was shocked to find that the pistol she got from Dean couldn't be pressed for some reason!

   "Sorry, it may be a bit uncooperative for others." Dean slowly raised his head.

  The voice fell.

   It seems that there is an afterimage passing by.

  On the side, Detron saw gunfire, flashing again and again, four shots in a row, roaring into the ward.

   There was a snap.

  Daniel hit the ground with a gun, his limbs and joints were cracked, and he became a piece of rotten meat that could only wriggle on the ground, enjoying the treatment of his companion three days ago.

   Detron looked blankly at Daniel, who was also unresponsive, and then at Dean, who was holding an apple in both hands and was about to peel it. For a moment, he wondered if there was a synchronization problem between his ears and eyes.

  I vaguely saw four gun flames, but only heard one gunshot!

  I saw the four gunshot wounds above Daniel's limbs, but I didn't see where Dean's gun was hidden!

  How could someone in the world shoot so fast?

  Crackling~

  Dean ate the apple in his hand in two or three bites, and accurately threw it into the trash can in the distance, and then said: "Agent Detron, why don't you call the bomb disposal team, and stand where you want to make a sculpture?"

"Oh oh oh."

   Detron woke up like a dream, and touched his waist, but he couldn't put it in his pocket because he was shaking non-stop.

   Finally took out the phone.

  It was also because the hands were shaking like Parkinson's, and he made the phone call.

   Fortunately, he does not stutter.

   Explain the situation and hang up the phone.

  Detron squeezed out an unprecedented enthusiastic smile, and walked to Dean's bed with some embarrassment: "Inspector Dean, what do you think I should write this report?"

   "Just write it truthfully, please evacuate the patients and doctors here now, and let the doctor come over to stop the bleeding."

  Dean stopped pretending, sat up directly from the bed, stretched his waist, revealing the white bandages all over his body, walked to Daniel and squatted down.

  This woman was almost in shock from a gunshot wound.

   After checking the explosive package on her body, Dean let out a breath of depression.

  This girl is not scary.

   This is really TNT.

  And between the explosive packs, there are sophisticated electronic equipment connections.

   There are inconspicuous flashes of traffic lights.

   It seems that the trigger condition has not been met, and this explosive package is still very safe.

   It can be seen that although this group of highly educated elements have no brains in crime and are full of loopholes in their work, they have really strong hands-on ability and no problem in IQ.

   Maybe if it wasn't for what happened when I was young.

   This group of people should have a very good future, enjoying a warm family and an enviable career.

pity.

Can not go back.

   They've become Mike Smith.

  Between curiosity about this psychological change.

After the doctor helped Daniel to stop the bleeding and bandage him in fear, Dean drove away Harry and Robert who wanted to accompany him, took out a cigarette and lit it for Daniel who had relieved the pain, and sat down like a friend. Beside her, he also took out a cigarette and started smoking.

  Daniel lost sensation in his limbs, smoking the cigarette in his mouth blankly, his eyes turned bright red from the smoke, but he was reluctant to spit out the cigarette in his mouth.

  She knew that this might be her last cigarette before going to prison.

   "Chat?"

  Dean helped Daniel shake off the cigarette ash, refilled one for her, and said with some emotion: "In fact, your temperament is very intellectual. If I meet you while studying, I will definitely want to chase you."

  Proficient in first-level **** 'Yah' and second-level mind reading skills, let him know that the woman in front of him has a very fragile psychological defense line, which will collapse at the touch of a touch.

   These words touched Daniel.

  Memories flashed in her eyes.

   Before meeting Mike Smith, she was indeed very knowledgeable, loved reading, and even had a nerdy boyfriend.

  It's a pity that all of this ended after I listened to Mike Smith's course.

  Doctors do not treat themselves.

  Daniel knew that she had a psychological problem after she had attained certain attainments in psychology, but at that time, she could not go back except to continue to insist on the concept of psychopathology.

  Because to deny the idea is to completely deny the meaning of one's own existence.

  This thing is more idealistic, but it is what it is.

   There was a long silence.

  She spit out the smoke from her mouth and said hoarsely, "What do you want to talk about?"

   "Talk about your group of equally unfortunate people, or talk about how you killed Mike Smith. Maybe you can try to talk about it. Anyway, it's like this now, and the result won't be worse."

  Dean knew that the prey had entered the trap.

  The memories of this kind of person are often painful, but the confession is like candy, allowing her to pour out the pain that cannot be vented in her heart.

  This is the same as training a dog.

  Daniel, who is also a psychologist, is not in a good state of mind.

   Hear what Dean said.

  She didn't refuse, but thought about it.

   Wait a moment.

  She nodded: "Then tell me how we killed Mike Smith."

  "Mike Smith is very knowledgeable. Obviously, many theories are actually distorted, but he said it convincingly. Step by step, we, the ideological captives, became his slaves.

   We learned later that Mike Smith was using us as subjects for a Stanford experiment. "

   "Is that the prison experiment to explore human nature?" Dean's eyes flashed a strange color.

  Stanford experimented in his previous life and this life, mainly through the prison environment, experimenting with the psychological changes between the ruler "prison guard" and the ruled "prisoner".

  The Stanford experiment in this world is more bloody, and the results are also cruel.

  Experimental results often lead to the collapse of order in the end.

  When you can do whatever you want.

Those 'prison guards' actors who were originally highly educated, kind, and self-controlled, finally fell into the false pleasure of controlling the fate of others step by step, and even fell into meaningless teasing, humiliation, and even some more extreme things physically and mentally. , more disgusting than some real villains.

  After the experiment is over.

  Most of the prison guards have become thugs and criminals, and they can no longer escape the collapse of the bottom line caused by short-term experiments.

  It's a pity that no one is used to them in the real world.

   So this group of people were either shot or jailed.

   And those "prisoner" actors, after undergoing differentiation.

  Part of the mentality collapsed and directly got mental illness.

Some of them chose to give in and took the initiative to become the marionettes of those 'prison guards'. From their reluctance at the beginning, they developed into self-comforting brainwashing, satisfaction from being squeezed, humiliated and humiliated, and even terminated this round of experiments. , still unable to get rid of this morbid psychology, and finally forced to commit suicide due to the opinions of the outside world.

  Because it is too **** and violent, there are also bad consequences.

  In short, this experiment was urgently stopped in 1979, and it has successfully become a model experiment that can never be ignored in psychology textbooks.

From then on.

  The front page of every entry-level psychology book in this world will have such a sentence: When you solidify the abyss, you are also becoming an abyss.

  Using human language to understand, it is: those who play with people's hearts will eventually become slaves of people's hearts and suffer backlash.

  Daniel's short sentence made Dean understand Mike Smith's mentality.

  This **** didn't want to revive the 'Source of Pain' organization that had gradually disappeared. He was just satisfying his twisted selfish desires.

  Daniel's subsequent words also confirmed Dean's conjecture.

  “We didn’t know it at the beginning, but when we had our own attainments in psychology, we understood what tricks Mike Smith was playing.

   But at that time, we were already the same as Mike Smith, knowing that we were abnormal, but that kind of psychology, like drugs, forced us to choose to continue to follow the script.

  We often torture each other in a secret place, heal each other, or indulge in sex, use ourselves to conduct various extreme human experiments, and some people even get AIDS because of it.

   But everyone doesn't care.

  We accepted Mike Smith’s brainwashing, we sank step by step, and finally really thought that the skin is only used to carry sins, and it should be used to be destroyed.

   Until Mike Smith's son grew up. "

   Speaking of which.

  Daniel paused: "I want to smoke another cigarette."

"no problem!"

   Dean pulled a cigarette generously, put it in her mouth, and lit it.

   After taking a deep breath.

  Daniel continued:

   "That was twenty days ago.

  At this time, we, the old members of the source of pain, have gone our separate ways, secretly doing what Mike Smith did before in different places.

   It's just that we put the experimental subjects on those street black children.

besides.

  Every year in January, we will return to the previous hidden place to share our harvest this year.

  We are like a group of deformed perverts. It seems that only in this way can we hug each other for warmth.

   But this year's party, there was a little problem. "

"what is the problem?"

   "Little Mike has grown up." Daniel laughed at himself: "We are very upset that Mike Smith distorted our lives, but his son can escape because of autism."

  When children grow up, they will have a sense of resistance.

  Daniel's group is the same.

   They became what Mike Smith wanted them to be, but now they were slipping out of his control.

   Under the persecution of Daniel and his group.

  Mike Smith was forced to go back, took his son and the family dog ​​to the secret society they belonged to, and then tortured and killed the dog little by little in front of the twelve-year-old child with autism.

  Daniel exhaled a puff of smoke:

   "Because of our respective work reasons, we only let Mike Smith do this, and did not monitor the whole process, which gave Mike Smith some luck.

  This **** put blinders and earplugs on his son, pretended to kill the Akita dog, and then sent us the video, and expressed his apology to us in a rare way.

  He's scared and doesn't want to continue the game! "

   Speaking of which.

Daniel laughed nervously, letting the cigarette butts in his mouth fall on the mountain, and he didn't care about roasting the flesh until the smell of meat, and said while laughing: "You idiot, I don't know that we put densely packed smoke in the association. The camera, his deceit, is, in our opinion, clownish!"

   Laughing and laughing.

Her tears came out: "That feeling is actually very hopeless, this **** took us to play a game with no turning back, but halfway because of an autistic son, he wanted to jump off the car, which made us very angry. "

   "So you tortured and killed him?" Dean picked up the cigarette **** that was roasting Daniel's flesh and put it aside.

  A trace of tenderness flashed in Daniel's eyes, and he nodded:

  "Yes, not only killing Mike Smith, but also a kind of self-destruction.

   After the death of Mike Smith, our hearts are empty.

  So after discussing, they were ready to hand over everything to God to choose.

  If the police can find us, we will use ourselves as a test to warn the world.

on the contrary.

  We will maintain the previous life, become a new Mike Smith, and transfer our misfortunes to the new innocents, so as to obtain a little deformed satisfaction. "

  Daniel said it calmly.

  Dean's scalp felt a little numb.

  If Daniel and his group bloom everywhere, and even form forces like school lords, it will really be a disaster for those innocent people.

   After all, this magical federal state allows cults to exist.

certainly.

  They don’t call these cults cults, but say: freedom of religion, freedom of belief. Anyway, as long as you put the word freedom, there are no taboos.

   Finish listening to the story.

  Dean got up, picked up the cigarette **** that Daniel had dropped on his chest earlier, threw it on the bed sheet, and then lit the bed sheet with a lighter.

  Flame spread.

  Daniel's eyes flashed panic and doubt.

  Dean smiled faintly:

  "Very good story, in return, before you die, I will also teach you two things:

  First, things like explosive kits should not be made so safe, because the reason why they are deterrent lies in their instability, otherwise they are meaningless. "

   After speaking, Dean pulled hard, and under Daniel's shocked gaze, he easily disarmed the explosive bag in her hand!

  Her eyes widened: "You know about dismantling, and you asked Detron to call the bomb disposal team?"

   "No, how can I reasonably be alone with you and eat the bait you threw me?" Dean asked back, then picked up Daniel and threw it on the bed sheet where the flames were spreading.

   "You're crazy!"

Daniel struggled hard, and she no longer had the indifference of the cigarette **** barbecue before. Unfortunately, her limbs and joints were blown off. At this moment, she was like a moth, struggling desperately, and it was difficult to escape. She could only listen to the crackling sound of her hair and watched Draw the flame close to you.

  Dean ignored the struggling Daniel and continued:

   "Second, you will be backlashed when you say that you are playing with people's hearts, but from the beginning of telling the story, it is guiding my thinking, and even thinking about the way out.

  You deliberately let the cigarette butts fall on your body, leaving scars, and aroused my sympathy, and asked me to remove the cigarette butts and leave fingerprints.

  You let me know that dogs can't change eating shit.

   I am too lazy to waste time.

  You like to play with fire, I will send you a flame of passion, just to help you purify your sins. "

   "I'm dead, you never know the source of pain members, will face a lifetime of assassination!"

   "It goes without saying that it's scary. How many students are close to Mike Smith? And you all hang pictures on the wall of his house. At worst, I'll just kill them one by one."

   After finishing speaking, Dean didn't even look at Daniel, who had been covered by flames and screamed miserably, turned around and left, and closed the door intimately while the other party was still howling and cursing.

  Sparse red light warning sounds sounded.

   This is a fire alarm warning device.

   Unfortunately, this inpatient building has been emptied.

  Now there are only Dean at the door and Daniel the Burning Man inside. ''

  Inside the house, water drops fell.

  Daniel's screams not only didn't lessen, but became more miserable. After a short time, there was no sound.

  Dean pushed open the door, made sure that the other person had burns all over his body, and after dying, he took the explosive bag and ran downstairs pretending to be panicked

  The flames will devour the traces on Daniel's body surface.

  And he will use bullets to clean away those potential threats!

  In this case, no murderer can survive!

   Sorry, just coded it out.

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