OBS Chapter 2810: Demonic Restricted Area (6)
Chapter 2810: Demonic Restricted Area (6)
Chapter 2810: Demonic Restricted Area (VI)
When the bishop came back, he looked at the umbrella that Cobert had used as a crutch, sighed, and whispered, "He's really generous."
Jerome noticed something was wrong, and he asked tentatively, "The professor left?"
Schiller nodded, put away the extinguished white candle, put away the things in the box, walked to the door with the box, looked left and right, then turned back to look at Cobert and said.
"I have to emphasize a few points to you. First, I'm not a psychologist, so if you meet your old friend again and burst into tears, I won't be able to comfort you."
"Second, if you want to use magic items to revive or recreate someone, you will have to pay a price. Don't think that the other person will just stand there and chat with you. The purpose of the illusion in the room is always only one, and that is to kill you."
"Third, since he gave you the umbrella, I won't take it back. I can only remind you that this thing is very powerful, but also very dangerous. Don't point the umbrella at anyone unless he is your enemy."
"Finally, you two will follow me closely. Don't look around or touch anything. Go all the way to 1905. Don't stop no matter what you encounter."
Cobert and Jerome looked at each other. They had obviously seen how powerful Schiller was, so they had no objection to him being the leader of the team. The key point was that even if they had an objection, they couldn't convince him. One psychological anatomy lesson was enough.
Schiller pushed the door open and rushed towards the elevator. Cobert and Jerome followed closely behind him. Although Cobert had a limp, he was not slow. Although his leg hurt, it was much stronger than before.
As soon as they walked into the darkness of the corridor, something followed them. Schiller realized that it was something he brought out from the 13th floor, but he couldn't care less at this time.
Rushing to the elevator, he was unlucky. The elevator was on the 6th floor and it would take some time to get up. Schiller turned to Cobert and said, "Try to use the restaurant to slow down its movement."
As soon as the word "delay" came out, Cobert knew what to do. The door of the restaurant suddenly opened and a cold air gushed out.
Although it was dark on the other side and everyone couldn't see the monster, in just a few seconds, the corridor turned completely white covered with snow and the footsteps became very faint.
With a ding, the elevator arrived. The three of them ran into the elevator as fast as they could and pressed the door closing button. The moment the elevator closed, Schiller saw many pairs of eyes appear outside the door.
Now it’s time to see if there are any monsters in the elevator. Schiller looked left and right at the reflective wall and didn’t find anything unusual. The monster called Kaleidoscope didn’t seem to be there. This was the only good news recently.
Jerome pressed the 19th floor button, but the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. Schiller turned to look at Jerome, who recalled and said, "The 16th floor is the ordinary guest room. It's not clear in the room. There seems to be a monster over there by the window, but it can't move. If you're lucky, it'll be fine."
The elevator door opened on the 16th floor. It was pitch black outside and no sound could be heard. Schiller felt wind blowing in from the window, which seemed a bit similar to the wind outside the building, but the feeling was not real. Soon the elevator door closed.
Before the door was closed, a scream was heard and a figure whizzed through the corridor and was slapped against the opposite wall. Now Schiller could be sure that the wind was exactly the same as outside the hotel.
The elevator finally reached the 19th floor. The 19th floor was incredibly quiet. Jerome sensed something was wrong, and Schiller took the initiative to say, "I killed the monster that appeared at midnight and the monster in room 1913. Now you'll be safe as long as you don't enter the room on your own initiative."
Jerome raised an eyebrow and said, "You know that the monsters here can't really be eliminated, right?"
"Of course I can't destroy them, but they can." Schiller looked back at Cobert, obviously hinting at the relationship between the two monsters. In fact, it is just like the relationship between the restaurant and Cobert. They can devour each other, or they can die together.
Schiller swiped the door card, opened the door, and walked in with big strides, saying as he walked: "Turn on the light!"
There was no response in the darkness. Jerome and Cobert both stood at the door and did not dare to go in. Jerome knew how dangerous this room was. Cobert was studying the umbrella. From his expression, it seemed that he loved this umbrella.
Schiller, standing in the middle of the room, crossed his arms and said, "I'll say it one last time, turn on the lights, or I'll take down all the doorplates on the 13th floor and nail them opposite you one by one, so that they can crash into the room one by one and knock you out to death."
With a snap, the light came on.
Schiller waved to Jerome and Cobert.
They both walked in and looked at the unrecognizable room. Jerome clicked his tongue and said, "It looks like you've made quite a fuss."
The few remaining large TV cabinets flew up and smashed to the ground. Cobert was so scared that he trembled, but Schiller pretended not to see it and stood still and said, "We are here to ask you for help. This is a friend of mine. He wants to meet the old man in his memory."
"Of course, it's not like you're working for nothing. If I'm not mistaken, you're about to devour another monster in this room. We can promise you not to move the elevator. If you manage to escape, you might be able to go to another floor."
The room was silent and no one answered. This creature could understand human language, but it did not seem to have the ability to communicate directly and could only demonstrate to people through hallucinations.
The scene in the room suddenly changed, and the three of them returned to the elevator. This time, a bright light lit up in the elevator, and the reflective elevator walls seemed to shatter into countless pieces.
"Are you worried about the monster in the elevator? It wasn't there when we just came up, but maybe it will appear once you go in. I'm curious, can you defeat it?"
The illusion disappeared, and a mirror appeared in front of Schiller. Many hands suddenly stretched out from the mirror and grabbed towards Schiller. Cobert walked forward and wanted to do something, but was stopped by Schiller.
Schiller was pulled towards the mirror by a hand. Just when Schiller stuck to the mirror, the mirror and the hand disappeared. He understood that the room was telling him that if he encountered the monster called Kaleidoscope, he would most likely be pulled into the mirror. Even if he was a monster, no one would be able to help him.
This is indeed a problem. Schiller remembered what Jerome said before. He said that he avoided all reflective objects, but since this illusion monster can read memories, it means that the solution in Jerome's mind is not the real answer.
It seems that we have to play the game of driving the tiger to swallow the wolf again. I wonder if the monster on the 13th floor can conflict with the kaleidoscope. The eyes that Schiller saw before the elevator door closed were not open.
The room could indeed read memories. When Schiller thought of this method, a figure began to gradually appear in the room. Cobert's expression became excited. It seemed that Colin had appeared.
Schiller and Jerome didn't intend to spoil the fun here, so they simply walked straight into the bedroom. Schiller sat on the bed and fell directly to the ground. The bed was an illusion, the real bed was moved a distance to the window.
"Are you childish?" Schiller asked the room. "I got a lot of toilet water from somewhere else. Don't force me to beat you."
Jerome lay down on the bed, looking at the ceiling and said, "I always feel that the monster in this room is a little different from the others. It has emotions that other monsters don't have. You are a psychologist, don't you understand this?"
"I'm not a psychologist, but I can call it back if you miss it."
"That's not necessary."
"What do you see in this room?" Schiller asked.
Jerome's expression obviously turned a little bad, he shook his head and said, "Nothing."
Suddenly a figure appeared at the window. Schiller turned around and found that it was Jerome. His pupils were dilated at this time. He didn't know what he saw, and his face was full of sadness and pain.
A piece of glass flew up and went straight towards his chest. Jerome seemed to have not come to his senses at all. When the glass was about to hit his chest, he barely dodged to the side. As a result, the glass cut a huge gash in his abdomen.
"So that's how he got hurt." Schiller looked at him with some disdain and said, "You know very well that this is an illusion."
"Everyone has such moments. Don't tell me you haven't." Jerome sat up, stared at Schiller coldly and said, "Monster."
Schiller was so angry that he laughed, the suspected clown actually called him a monster, but Jerome yelled to the room, "Show me a picture of this guy in the room, so I can laugh at him with you!"
The room remained silent for a long time. Schiller rolled his eyes slightly and said, "Why do you think it's so afraid of me?"
Jerome raised his eyebrows in surprise, shook his head and said, "No, it's impossible. Everyone has psychological weaknesses, including Bruce Wayne. It's impossible for a person to remain indifferent to all his memories."
Schiller also sat down beside the bed and said, "But one can deceive oneself."
“But it can tell whether a memory is real or fake.”
“The memories are all real, they’re just in a different order.” Schiller was like saying to the room, “I was locked in a laboratory as a child, and I just grafted the feelings I had at that time onto my later memories. When I left there, I really felt like a newborn baby.”
"But a pregnancy full of pain and bleeding is not a good thing for the fetus and the mother. It is better for the outside world to welcome the arrival of the newborn with great anticipation."
"Those words about not feeling connected to the world are also true, because at that time I had no connection with the world at all. I existed in an isolated environment, and the only thing that made me feel real was the death of other people in the laboratory."
"Because at that time, everything outside was permanent to me, and death was the only unique end. My mental state was also unstable at that time, and the more unstable it was, the more unique my talents were."
"Every person whose death I witnessed established a special connection with me. I saw those chaotic colored lines through the wall, representing all the emotions they had experienced in their lives. They had no secrets from me, which allowed me to accurately locate each person behind the scenes later."
"If you don't believe me, you can look for it. Now when I was younger, all I have are warm memories. If you use a little logic, you will find that this is impossible."
The bed in the room floated up.
But this time he was not thrown down hard. Schiller looked towards the window and seemed to see a familiar figure again. The room seemed to want to repeat the same trick, but Schiller shook his head and said, "The person you made really doesn't look like him."
The room didn't seem to want to believe this, but Schiller grasped another point. He said, "It seems that there is a part of memory that you can't imitate... Who invented the Ark reactor?"
The phantom at the window disappeared.
Sure enough, Schiller said, “Do you know Mickey Mouse Clubhouse?”
The bed fell down with a loud snap.
Schiller smiled.
"I just happen to know that. How about I sing it for you?"
The curtains flying up from the window covered Schiller's mouth, but Schiller took out a white candle from his briefcase and recalled those unmentionable characters in the tower in his mind.
The room where Schiller's memory was read was blew with wind and blew the candle away. Schiller had no intention of giving up and stood up to pick up the candle.
Suddenly, another figure appeared in the room. It was another illusion created by the room, but this time the person made Schiller feel particularly familiar.
The woman turned her head and Schiller saw a haggard face. It was Martha Wayne.
Get the clue and get out of here