Chapter 1955 U Transcendence Event (Forty-Six)

Chapter 1929 U Beyond Event (Forty-six)

As soon as Schiller and Bei Bat walked out of the clinic, Bei Bat felt a gust of cold wind blowing from the end of the corridor, blowing up the hair on his forehead.

Bei Bat opened his eyes hard, then rubbed his eyes with his hands, took a half step forward, leaned his upper body forward, and looked at the end of the corridor.

He thought he was dazzled just now. Why did he vaguely see black hair blown up by the wind at the end of the corridor after the wind blew past? Was there a woman standing there?

Just as Bei Bat was about to walk out to take a closer look, he was pulled by a hand. He turned around and found that it was Schiller.

Bei Bat's eyes fell on the hand that Schiller was holding him. The meaning of his eyes was obviously asking why you were holding me. Schiller shook his head gently and said.

"I emphasize to you again, there may be supernatural events in this hospital, you should be prepared..."

"I don't buy it." Bei Bat pulled back his arm, and then said: "Even if there are ghosts in this world, I won't be afraid, all of this can be explained by science."

As he spoke, he walked to the center of the corridor and faced the window where the ghost appeared. Sure enough, there was a black-haired woman with hair blown by the wind.

Bei Bat saw that the female ghost in red clothes had a pale face and blood-red eyes. He snorted and walked towards the female ghost with firm steps.

"I want to see..."

The next second, Bei Bat froze.

Because he saw another familiar figure behind the female ghost.

"Ah!"

"Bang!"

The door of the clinic was shut hard. Bei Bat leaned against the door with his hands behind his back, staring at Schiller who was not far from him with a look as if he had seen a ghost.

He glanced at Schiller, turned to look at the observation window of the door, and then turned back to look at Schiller.

Bei Bat rubbed his eyes vigorously.

"I told you that there was a supernatural event." Schiller looked at Bei Bat and said.

"But you didn't tell me that this ghost was you!!" Bei Bat almost roared, he said: "What's going on? Why are there two of you?!"

"Some accidents have occurred." Schiller tilted his head and said: "Now you should be able to understand how I felt when I just found out that you are not sick."

This made Bei Bat look surprised. He squeezed one side of his eyes and asked: "Are all the Batmen you know sick?"

"That depends on whether your definition of Batman's illness is pathological or emotional. For the latter, don't look at me with that kind of ghost look. We need to think of a way."

"But..." Bei Bat choked and sighed lightly, first pointed at Schiller, then pointed outside the observation window, and then pointed at Schiller, and finally pointed at himself with his fingers together and spread his hands.

This series of actions has already explained his attitude - now both the monster and the player are you, what can I do?

"What clothes did you see me wearing just now?"

Schiller's question made Bei Bat even more surprised. He was about to ask what it mattered, but when he saw Schiller's serious eyes, he knew that the completely absurd incident in front of him was probably not a joke.

"Wait a minute, let me guess." Bei Bat stretched out a hand to stop Schiller from saying what he was going to say and said: "A certain evil spirit in your body ran out, and you can't control him."

Schiller nodded and shook his head.

Bei Bat showed a puzzled expression, and Schiller looked at him and said: "'Someone' is not very accurate."

Bei Bat widened his eyes.

"The term evil spirit is interesting, but not accurate." Schiller shook his head slightly, looked out the observation window and said, "You should have thought that we are in a special dream now."

"The problem is that patients with dissociative identity disorder have independent identities in dreams, and some of my personalities took this opportunity to run out."

"But the owner of this dream is not me, but most likely the killer of this level, so the current state of the pathological personality is very strange. They don't look like entities, or even ghosts. It is a spirit that can only be reflected by reflective objects. "

Schiller looked out of the observation window again and said, "But this is not good news. It seems that the pathological personality as a spirit can affect the entities and ghosts in this dream at the same time, and it can kill all."

"Wait a minute." Bei Bat interrupted Schiller, frowned and put his ear to the door panel, then looked at Schiller and said, "Did you hear any sound?"

Schiller remained quiet and did not answer. Bei Bat listened carefully. It was a low "woohoo" sound that seemed to come from the corridor.

As soon as Bei Bat opened the door, there was another cold wind, but he stared at the window after the ghost disappeared, and found that the window was closed.

Bei Bat frowned, as if he had thought of something, and said, "If this is a dream, our bodies should still be in the car, so what we see and hear in the dream really only exists in the dream?"

Suddenly, a cold light flashed before Bei Bat's eyes. He felt a hand grabbing his arm and pulling him back violently. With a bang, the door was closed and Bei Bat fell to the ground.

The person who pulled him back was Schiller, and the cold light that just flew past his eyes was now diagonally inserted into the opposite wall. Bei Bat, who stood up through the observation window, could see that it was a sharp piece of glass.

"What color clothes did you see me wearing just now?!" Schiller asked the question again, and the seriousness in his tone had reached the point of urgency.

"Black, it's black."

"Oh no."

After the voice fell, Schiller walked quickly to the window of the clinic. He pressed the lock on the window, and it didn't move at all. Looking out the window, the originally normal scenery was all shrouded in a layer of hazy mist. If you look closely, it will be distorted into ripples and vortices.

The fact that this is a dream does not need to be proved by the scenery outside the window, but in this way, the way out of the hospital building is blocked. If you want to leave the room, you can only go back to the corridor.

"I don't understand." Bei Bat spread his hands and said, "Aren't you alone? You..."

"Crash!"

The glass fragments of the observation window of the door passed through Bei Bat's eyes with colorful light, and a man in a black shirt was reflected on the smooth surface.

It looked like Schiller, but not him. He didn't wear glasses, and the gray eyes revealed only bloodthirstiness and cruelty like a hunter.

"That's hunting." Schiller said as he walked quickly to the door: "We have to leave here quickly and find a safe place. I will explain it to you."

After saying that, he pushed Bei Bat who was standing by the door away and reached out to turn the door handle, but after the click of the door lock opening, he did not open the door immediately.

The next second, with a "bang", the ceiling in front of the door fell down. Schiller's face remained unchanged. He pushed the door open a crack, kicked the plaster fragments blocking the door with his foot, and pushed the door open and walked out.

Bei Bat followed behind him, constantly feeling the cold wind coming from behind him, and the thoughtful look on his face became more and more intense.

Just as another gust of cold wind brushed past his side, Bei Bat shuddered and suddenly realized.

He quickened his pace and almost walked side by side with Schiller who was walking in front of him. He said: "We should indeed find a safe place. I also have some speculations to tell you."

"We can't stay on this floor. Let's go upstairs." Schiller looked up at the roof and said: "If I'm not mistaken, it will be relatively safe up there."

"Is there no personality spirit of yours?"

"It's a safer personality."

The two walked into the stairwell quickly. Just after stepping over two steps, Bei Bat looked up and saw a long-haired female ghost lying on the railing above.

Bei Bat's expression froze slightly, but the next second he was completely stunned, because this female ghost was not keeping this posture to scare people, she seemed to have fallen here from somewhere.

This time, the ghost girl fell hard. Bei Bat found that the ghost girl's head was stuck in the corner of the handrail. In other words, the ghost girl didn't want to stare at the two people in this scary posture, but she was stuck and could only maintain this posture.

Bei Bat paused and asked, "What should we do now?"

"Do you often embarrass others?"

"Sometimes, but not often."

"I won't, so we will just walk over."

After saying that, Schiller walked up a step quickly, and then walked behind the ghost girl and came upstairs.

Bei Bat was not too scared when he walked up, but it was indeed quite embarrassing.

Because the ghost girl's posture was quite scary from downstairs, with two blood-red eyes flashing in her drooping black hair, but when he looked at her from the side after she came up, she was bending over and stretching her neck, a bit like a mentally retarded person licking the iron railings in winter, not very smart.

Bei Bat also quickened his pace and walked past the ghost quickly. Then he stopped Schiller in front and said, "Didn't you say that the upper floor would be safer? What's wrong with her?"

Schiller looked back at the ghost. She was still staring at the two with her big red eyes. Unfortunately, she couldn't move her head and could only move her eyes. She couldn't be said to be scary, but only slightly funny.

But Schiller's expression did not ease up at all because of this scene. He said, "She fell from a higher place, which just shows that the upper floor is not very dangerous."

The two walked to the corridor on the upper floor as quickly as possible, then found the nearest room, walked in and closed the door, but did not lock it.

This happened to be an office. Schiller picked up a piece of paper on the table as quickly as possible, stuck the top edge in the gap between the observation window glass and the door panel of the door, covered the observation window, and then started to pull the curtains.

Bei Bat found another piece of paper and wrote something on it, as if he was organizing his thoughts. When the two sat down on both sides of the table, they spoke almost at the same time.

"You go first." Schiller said.

"No, I may need some time to sort out my thoughts, so you should speak first."

"I have bad news to tell you." Schiller also took a piece of paper and drew a simple structure of his mind tower and abyss for Bei Bat. He ignored Bei Bat's eyes that looked like he was listening to a heavenly book and drew a line in the abyss.

"My pathology does not have a clear dividing line like normal personality traits. It can even be said that they are a complete trait, but the premise is that they have to stay in my subconscious."

"The collection of pathology is like a sophisticated machine, with engines, levers, gears and bearings, etc. It is not completely crazy, but it maintains a balance quite cleverly."

"But once they are broken up and independent, some of the extremely aggressive personalities will become very dangerous."

Schiller looked up at Bei Bat and said, "And as far as I know, there are at least four such evil spirits in this building, namely hunting, art, gluttony and torture."