OBS Chapter 2783 Phantom Chamber (9)
Chapter 2783 Phantom Chamber (9)
Chapter 2783 Phantom Chamber (Part )
This question aroused Schiller's vigilance. Since Jerome asked this question, it meant that he might also be communicating with someone in the hotel where he was currently staying, but this communication might not be in real time.
The concept of the previous time difference is clearer. If the time points of two hotels are one after the other, then the one in the earlier timeline can leave a message for the later one, and the two people can communicate with each other. Especially if two people stay in the same room, the one in the earlier timeline can see what the one in the later timeline leaves immediately.
But if that is the case, how can there be a time difference? The cause in the previous time is the result in the next time, and the impact of changing the past on the present should be immediate.
Schiller thought again, however, that in this case only the person at the previous point in time can leave a message to the person at the later point in time, and the future cannot leave a message to the past. Perhaps this is what leads to poor communication, and the future can only be directed by the past.
Schiller did not answer immediately, but after a while he said: "Yes, but time is limited and there is a price to pay."
Schiller saw Jerome's understanding expression through Peter's eyes. Schiller did not ask any new questions. Jerome sent a message, "It seems that this kid is just an ordinary person, but you must be a powerful person. I think we can work together to investigate the truth of the incident."
Schiller snorted coldly, and then sent a message, "You said that no one can come out of this room alive, so you should treat me as a dead person instead of thinking about cooperating with me. Tell me, what do you know about this room?"
Jerome seemed reluctant to confess, but Schiller was not in a hurry. Found that Schiller was calm and composed, Jerome obviously began to guess what Schiller was relying on. He said to Schiller indirectly: "That room will undergo dangerous changes on the second night. I don't think you can survive it, but if you do me a favor, I will..."
Peter suddenly put away the communicator and said, "He hung up."
A hint of murderous intent flashed across Jerome's face, and Peter saw the madness very clearly, a temperament that could only be seen in those lunatics with antisocial personality disorder.
"I advise you not to attack me." Peter typed a line of words and showed it to him. "I know you may have a gun, but I won't come here unprepared."
Jerome didn't seem to be afraid of what Peter said. After making that cold expression, his attention was focused on the gap in the cabinet.
The gap was very, very small. Jerome pushed Peter away a little and put his eyes closer to look. He seemed to be very concerned about what the short man living in this room was doing in the room.
Peter then remembered that he had turned the room upside down. Jerome might not care about such traces, but the short man would definitely pay attention. What if he called the hotel staff? He would definitely be discovered.
Jerome also looked a little solemn, but he seemed to be waiting for something. The short man did not call the staff, he just searched the room by himself. There were many places in the bedroom where people could hide, so he came to the bedroom almost immediately.
Peter's heart was in his throat, he didn't know why he was so afraid of this seemingly ordinary man. He still had the equipment of the Spider Legion in his hands, and if something went wrong, he could immediately return to the space where the Black Sun was. But Peter just felt chills and his mind was not very clear.
Peter didn't know what Jerome saw, but he could see that Jerome's face turned pale and his expression was a little dazed. Soon Jerome withdrew his gaze, took out a syringe from somewhere, and stabbed it into his arm.
There was a black and red substance in the syringe, which looked a bit like blood, but Peter, who had medical knowledge, knew that blood could not return to the body in this way. This might be a medicine that looked like blood.
Jerome's face was still pale, but he looked much better. He looked up at Peter. He said nothing, but raised his cell phone, which had not yet turned on, as a mirror for Peter.
Peter saw that his face on the screen was terribly pale and his pupils were showing signs of dilating. Why did he become like this when he clearly did nothing?
Jerome said nothing. He seemed to have made some preparations. When his footsteps stopped in front of the wardrobe, he slightly bent his body, like an arrow ready to be shot.
But suddenly the footsteps disappeared and hurried out the door. Jerome seemed to remember something. Before the footsteps completely disappeared, he rushed out of the closet and chased after the man.
Peter, who was left in the closet, was a little dazed. He walked out the door and saw some water stains on the floor. He thought that maybe the two people who had gone to the bathroom before stepped on the water he made, so he didn't care and just stepped over the water stains and left.
He felt that he needed to go back to the bedroom to rest for a while. This feeling was so strong that Peter even ignored the message sent by Schiller. He entered the room and fell asleep.
When Schiller found out that Peter didn't reply, he knew that Peter must have encountered something. Peter's sanity was too low. No matter what he encountered, he couldn't handle it alone.
Besides, he had already obtained enough information and had some vague guesses, but no matter what, he had to survive this dangerous second night first, otherwise all his guesses would have no chance of being put into practice.
Something was beginning to change in the room.
About ten minutes ago, some noise started coming from the TV. It was not the dialogue of the program being played on TV, but some retro music. The lyrics were not very clear, but it did not match the whole room and made people feel inexplicably awkward.
But it was still noon, so nothing substantial happened. Schiller ate some snacks and fruits prepared by the hotel, drank some water, and went to bed for a nap.
By the time he woke up, it was almost dusk and the abnormality in the house became more obvious.
The TV was no longer playing any shows, but instead was flickering a clip in a loop, and the music was getting louder and louder until it was piercing.
I don't know when the curtains in the room disappeared, and the extremely dazzling evening light shone directly into the room. The reflection of everything was doubled. The whole room almost turned into a golden birdcage, with dazzling light everywhere, making it impossible to open one's eyes.
There was a constant sound of howling wind outside the window, and the window frames were rattling. As the sky grew darker, the situation became more and more serious. The wind was no longer wind, but more like a powerful fist hammering at the window, as if a monster was about to rush in.
There was a constant noise coming from the bathtub in the bathroom, first gurgling, then a humming sound coming from the pipes.
When it was completely dark, the lights went out and the only light in all the rooms was the fire from the electric fireplace, and the shadows of the furniture seemed to change shape, like ghosts with bared fangs and claws.
Schiller just sat on the sofa and watched all this in silence. This simple supernatural phenomenon of sound and light had no effect on him.
Schiller was not without fear, and autistic people are not completely without emotions. It's more like they have no channels to express their emotions. However, Schiller was one of those autistic people whose emotions were not very rich. He basically had no intense emotions, and although he occasionally had some impulsive emotions, they were basically perverted.
If it were the complete Schiller, he might indeed be affected by this, but the problem is that Schiller now has a personality trait. He is just a bishop, and his emotional manager, both hardware and software, were not brought over from the tower. He does not have the conditions to be afraid.
The greatest destructive power of the Cthulhu mythology system lies in the destruction of cognition. For example, ants feel good when they live in their own ant nests, but once they awaken to knowledge and realize that they are just pitiful ants, they will collapse in an instant.
However, awakening knowledge and gaining cognition also require hardware. Now the Bishop's personality trait can think completely because it is streaming through the tower, but as long as he does not stream, he simply does not have the parts to obtain forbidden knowledge and recognize the truth, so his sanity value is almost infinitely high, which is also the main reason why he dared to break into the hotel so rashly.
However, not all Outer Gods have martial ethics, or rather, the Outer God related to Bruce Jr. is particularly unethical.
It is said that the Outer Gods do not care about humans at all, but there is one who cares about them to death, and the methods this guy will use are not just to instill knowledge.
Sure enough, the moment it was completely dark, the TV exploded with a bang, and when the hidden sound of electricity came, Schiller had already hidden behind the sofa.
Very good, now let’s go to the set of “Final Destination”.
Schiller did not stop for half a second. After the TV exploded, Schiller rushed over, holding the hot TV that had just exploded, rushed to the window, opened the window and threw the TV out.
With a bang, the drawer of the cabinet opened, and the drawer broke away from the TV cabinet and flew towards Schiller. Schiller picked up the table lamp next to him and hit the drawer out like hitting a baseball.
The drawer fell to the ground, and Schiller rushed over and threw the drawer out of the window as well.
The desk lamp in his hand began to fly out uncontrollably, and Schiller threw it out of the window without hesitation.
The ceiling light above his head began to spark. Schiller really couldn't take it down, but he took advantage of it before it exploded and threw almost everything he could lift in the living room out of the window, then rushed into the bedroom.
With a bang, the ceiling lamp exploded, and glass fragments flew everywhere. Schiller entered the bedroom without stopping. He threw out everything that could be thrown away, including sheets, quilts, and pillowcases.
Even the two bedside tables, which were not too big, were thrown out by him. It was because the bed was too big and he could not move it, otherwise he would have thrown it out as well.
But just because he couldn't move the bed didn't mean others couldn't. The bed slowly floated up and flew towards Schiller.
Schiller returned to the living room, but this time the sofa and bedside table that he could not move also flew up.
This is not an attempt to kill me, Schiller thought. If there really was some supernatural power that wanted to kill an ordinary person, there would be no need to go through so much trouble. When the TV exploded just now, just create some sparks and the thick smoke would choke people to death in two minutes. Or simply turn down the central air conditioning to a temperature that the human body cannot bear. After all, ordinary people are still too fragile.
However, the being that caused this supernatural phenomenon did not do so, but instead threw things at people like a child, which proved that the other party did not want to kill him at all.
Then there was only one possibility left. Schiller turned around and looked at the bathroom door. The existence in the room could not kill him directly, but there must be something in the bathroom that could.
Schiller did not go into the bathroom. He rushed to the window as fast as he could, turned over and threw himself out of the window.
But don't get me wrong, he was not going to commit suicide. His hands were clinging to the windowsill outside the hotel and his whole body was pressed against the wall of the hotel.
A strong wind blew, but it did not affect Schiller because the wind came from between the two hotels and blew on Schiller's side. The area affected by the wind was very small, so there was no problem for the time being.
The house also became quiet, as if the existence inside the house could not affect the outside world.
But this was not a solution. Schiller had to stay outside the window all night and had to have a place to stay.
Just then, Peter finally replied to the message, and it seemed that he had just woken up from his sleep.
Thinking of the previous time difference inference, Schiller immediately asked, "Peter, do you have any way to create a foothold outside the living room window?"
Hearing Schiller's hurried tone, Peter knew he didn't have time to ask why, so he said, "I brought a miniature spider silk launcher. If I change the raw materials, I can make sticky spider silk."
"How long can it last?"
"More than ten years, and almost no means of removal."
"Come on, Peter."
Peter immediately walked to the living room window with his equipment. At this time, Schiller had already stood on the windowsill with both feet. In order to stabilize his body, he had to reach into the window frame and grab it. The glass fragments had already floated up and were ready to go, as if they were going to cut off Schiller's fingers.
With a few hissing sounds, Schiller knew that Peter must have succeeded. What was done in the past will definitely have an impact on the future. Peter sprayed spider silk on the window in the past, so Schiller should also have some spider silk left at this point in time.
But nothing appeared on the window frame.
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