Chapter 2809 Phantom Haunted Room (9)

Chapter 2783 Phantom Haunted Room (IX)

This question aroused Schiller's vigilance. Since Jerome asked this question, it means that he may also communicate with someone in the hotel where he is now, but this communication may not be real-time.

The idea of ​​the time difference is clearer before. If the time points of the two hotels are one before and one after, then the one in front can leave a message for the one behind, and the two people can communicate, especially if two people stay in the same room. If the one with the earlier timeline leaves something, the one with the later timeline can see it immediately.

But if this is the case, how can there be a time difference? The cause of the previous time is the result of the later time. The impact of changing the past on the present should be immediate.

Schiller thought again, but in this case, only the person at the previous time point can leave a message for the person at the later time point. The future cannot leave a message for the past. Maybe this is the reason for the poor communication, and the future can only be directed by the past.

Schiller did not answer immediately, but after a while he said, "Okay, but time is limited and it will cost you."

Schiller saw Jerome's understanding look through Peter's eyes. Schiller did not ask any new questions. Jerome sent a message, "It seems that this guy is just an ordinary person, so you must be a powerful person. I think we can cooperate and jointly 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 still thinking about cooperating with me and telling me about What do you know about this room? "

Jerome seemed unwilling to speak out easily, but Schiller was not in a hurry. He found that Schiller was calm and composed. Jerome obviously began to guess what he relied 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."

Jerome's face flashed a trace of murderous intent. Peter saw the madness very clearly, which was the temperament that could only be seen in those lunatics with antisocial personality disorder.

"I advise you not to do anything to me." Peter typed a line of words for him to see and said, "I know you may have a gun, but I won't come here without any preparation."

Jerome didn't seem to be afraid of what Peter said. After making that cold expression, his attention was 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 could ignore such traces, but the short man would definitely care. What if he called the hotel staff? He would definitely be discovered.

Jerome also acted 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 where people could hide in the bedroom, so he almost immediately came to the bedroom.

Peter's heart was in his throat. He didn't know why he was so afraid of this ordinary-looking man. He obviously still had the equipment of the Spider Legion in his hand, and if something went wrong, he could immediately return to the space where the black sun was, but Peter just felt a chill and his mind was not very bright.

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 retracted his gaze, and took out a syringe from somewhere and stabbed it into his arm.

The syringe contained something black and red, 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 blood-like medicine.

Jerome's face was still pale, but he looked much better. Then he looked up at Peter. He said nothing, but just raised his 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 also showing some signs of dilation. Why did he become like this when he had done nothing?

Jerome said nothing. He seemed to have made some preparations. When his footsteps stopped in front of the closet, he slightly bent his body, like an arrow on a string.

But suddenly the footsteps left again, and hurried out the door. Jerome seemed to have remembered something. Before the footsteps completely disappeared, he rushed out of the closet and chased the man away.

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 the two people who went to the bathroom before might have stepped on the water he made, so he didn't care and walked over the water stains.

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 and fell asleep after entering the room.

When Schiller found that Peter didn't reply, he knew that he must have encountered something. Peter's sanity value was too low. No matter what he encountered, he couldn't handle it alone.

Moreover, he had obtained enough information and had a vague guess, but no matter what, he had to survive this dangerous second night first, otherwise all his guesses would have no chance to be put into practice.

Some changes had begun in the room.

About ten minutes ago, some noise began to come from the TV. It was not the lines of the program being played on the TV, but some retro music. The lyrics could not be heard clearly, but it was very inconsistent with the whole room. It feels inexplicably awkward.

But it was still noon, so nothing substantial happened. Schiller ate some snacks and fruits prepared in the hotel, drank some water, and went to bed to take a nap.

When he woke up, it was almost dusk, and the abnormalities in the room were even more obvious.

The TV was no longer playing the program, but a clip was flashing in a loop, and the music was getting louder and louder, reaching the point of being jarring.

The curtains in the room disappeared at some point, and the very dazzling dusk light shone directly into the room. The reflection of everything was doubled, and the whole room almost turned into a golden birdcage, with dazzling lights everywhere. The dazzling brilliance makes people unable to open their eyes.

There was a constant whistling sound outside the window, and the window frames were blown rattling. As the sky became darker and darker, the situation became more and more serious. The wind was no longer wind, but more like a powerful fist hammering continuously. He opened the window as if some monster was about to rush in.

There was a constant noise coming from the bathtub in the bathroom, first a gurgling sound, and then a whining sound coming from the pipes.

When it got completely dark, the lights were turned off, and only the firelight of the electronic fireplace was left in all the rooms, while the shadows of the furniture seemed to change shape, like ghosts with teeth and claws.

Schiller just sat on the sofa and watched all this silently. This simple supernatural phenomenon of sound and light had no impact on him.

Schiller is not without fear, and autistic patients are not completely devoid of emotions. It is more like they have no channels to express emotions. However, Schiller is one of the autistic patients who is not very emotional. He basically has no intense feelings. Occasionally, he has Some impulsive emotions are basically perverse.

If it were a complete Schiller, he might indeed be affected by this, but the problem is that now Schiller has a personality trait. He is just a bishop. His emotional manager, whether it is hardware or software, is not in the tower. Come here, he doesn't 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 nest, but once they awaken to knowledge, they realize that they are just miserable ants. , it will collapse in an instant.

But awakening knowledge and gaining cognition also require hardware. Now the personality trait of the Bishop can fully think because he has streamed the tower, but as long as he does not stream, he has no parts to obtain forbidden knowledge and cognitive truth. , so his sanity value is almost infinitely high, which is the main reason why he dared to break into the hotel so boldly.

However, not all foreign gods have martial ethics. In other words, the foreign god related to Little Bruce is particularly ungrateful.

It is said that the Outer Gods don't care about humans at all, but there is one who cares to death. The method this guy uses is not just to instill knowledge.

Sure enough, at the moment when it was completely dark, the TV exploded with a bang, and when the secret sound of electricity came, Schiller had already hid behind the sofa.

Very good, now let’s go to the set of “The God of Death”.

Schiller didn't stop for even half a second. After the TV exploded once, Schiller rushed over and rushed to the window with the hot TV that had just exploded. He opened the window and threw the TV out.

With a bang, the drawer of the cabinet opened, and the drawer separated directly from the TV cabinet and flew towards Schiller. Schiller picked up the table lamp next to it and knocked the drawer out like a baseball.

The drawer fell to the ground, and Schiller rushed over and threw the drawer out of the window.

The desk lamp in his hand began to fly out uncontrollably, and Schiller threw the desk lamp out of the window without hesitation.

The ceiling lamp above his head began to flicker with sparks. This Schiller really couldn't remove it, but before the ceiling lamp exploded, he threw almost everything he could hold in the living room out of the window, and then rushed in bedroom.

With a bang, the ceiling lamp exploded, and glass shards flew everywhere. Schiller did not stop after entering the bedroom. He threw out all the sheets, quilts, and pillowcases that could be thrown out.

Even the two bedside tables that were not too big were thrown out by him, which meant that the bed was too big for him to move, otherwise he would have thrown them out.

But just because he couldn't move the bed didn't mean that others couldn't move it. The bed slowly floated and flew towards Schiller.

Schiller returned to the living room, but this time the sofa and bedside table that he couldn't move also flew up.

This is not trying to kill me, Schiller thought. If there is really some supernatural force that wants to kill an ordinary person, there is no need to go to such trouble. When the TV exploded just now, if some sparks came out, the thick smoke would choke someone to death in two minutes. Or simply turn down the central air conditioner to a temperature that the human body cannot bear. Ordinary people are still too fragile after all.

But the being who caused this supernatural phenomenon did not do this. Instead, he threw things and hit people like a child. This proved that the other party did not want to kill him at all.

Then there was only one possibility left. Schiller looked back 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 enter the bathroom. He rushed to the window as quickly as possible, turned over and threw himself out of the window.

But don't get me wrong, he didn't want to commit suicide. His hands were on the window sill 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 passed 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 presence inside the house could not affect the outside.

But this was not the way to go. If Schiller wanted to stay outside the window all night, he had to have a place to stay.

Just then, Peter finally responded to the message, looking like he had woken up.

Thinking of the previous time difference inference, Schiller immediately asked, "Peter, is there any way you can create a foothold outside the living room window?"

Hearing Schiller's urgent tone, Peter knew that he had no time to ask why. He said, "I brought a miniature version of the spider silk launcher. I can use another raw material to produce sticky spider silk."

"How long can it last?"

"More than ten years, and almost impossible to remove by any means."

"Come on, Peter."

Peter immediately took the equipment and walked to the window of the living room. At this time, Schiller was already standing on the window edge with his feet. In order to stabilize his body, he had to reach into the window frame to grab it, and the glass fragments were already floating. He was ready to go, as if he was going to cut off Schiele's finger.

With a few squeaking sounds, Schiller knew that Peter should have succeeded. What he did in the past will definitely have an impact on the future. Peter sprayed the spider silk on the window in the past, so Schiller should also have it at this point in time. There are remnants of spider silk.

But nothing appeared on the window frame.

Guess wrong? ? ?

Urgently urgently