Chapter 2814 Phantom Haunted Room (XIV)

Chapter 2788 Phantom Haunted Room (Fourteen)

After knowing that the hotel where Peter was staying might be more dangerous, Schiller didn't want him to explore anymore, because he might not be able to see the many dangers under the calm appearance, and it would be too easy for him to relax his vigilance.

Schiller guessed that since the two ordinary people in rooms 1901 and 1903 could hold out for so long without being completely assimilated, there might be such people in rooms 1907 and 1909. As long as they were still rational and could communicate, they would stay longer than him and would definitely provide more important information.

At nearly 1 a.m., Schiller left the room with a flashlight. He didn't plan to wait until the next morning, because in such a place, there was no difference between day and night, and these monsters in the Cthulhu mythology system were not afraid of light.

Schiller gently opened the door. The corridor was dark. The mysterious existence that made the elevator sound had left. Schiller held a flashlight in one hand and an unlit white candle in the other, and came to the door of room 1907 as quickly as possible.

Instead of knocking on the door, he wrote a few words on a sticky note, stuffed it through the crack of the door, made some rustling noises, and then patiently waited for the other party's response.

He guessed that there was no specific reason for someone in the door, just intuition, but sometimes, magic requires some inspiration and intuition.

Sure enough, Schiller soon heard some noises behind the door, and another note was handed back. It was a sticky note placed on the bedside of the hotel, which read, "No matter who you are, get out of here as soon as possible."

"I'm trapped." Schiller replied, "I can't leave the 19th floor now, do you have any ideas?"

"Follow 'it', you only have one chance."

Schiller immediately realized that in addition to the sound of the alarm clock in each room, the elevator would ring one more time, which proved that the mysterious existence was likely to come up through the elevator, and it had a way to use the elevator.

Since it can use the elevator, Schiller can follow it into the elevator and go to other floors, but the only question is, can this thing really be touched at close range?

Schiller did not completely trust the person in Room 1907, because he might have undergone the same abnormality as the person in Room 1903, and was just lying to hurt others.

"Who are you?" Schiller asked a key question.

Another note was quickly handed out, and the name written on it made Schiller open his eyes in shock. The note was written very hard, "I am James Gordon."

The font seemed to carry a lot of resentment, the strokes were very strong, and it could be seen that the other party's hands were shaking. If he was really James Gordon, he must be in a bad condition now.

Schiller was about to reply to him, and another note was handed out. Schiller was about to reach out to take it, but he saw that the note was wet with the light of the flashlight.

Another note was sent out, and it still said "I am James Gordon!!", followed by the second, third, and fourth notes. Countless notes were frantically passed out from the crack of the door, all of which were written in a very resentful font "I am James Gordon!!!!".

Gordon was indeed in trouble. Schiller narrowed his eyes slightly. The notes were still being stuffed out, but some of them were stained with water.

Schiller did not touch any of them.

Suddenly, the notes stopped appearing, paused for about ten seconds, and the last piece of paper appeared in front of Schiller, with "Help me open the door" written on it in blood-red font.

"Listen, Gordon, I know you still have some sense, at least part of you still has. Please give me the door card right now. I want to open the door and save you."

"I know you don't trust me, but whether you open the door or not, you are doomed. If your body can be left outside, it can at least give some warnings to those who come later, or let the thing in the corridor kill you to prevent the spread of pollution."

Schiller spoke quickly. He knew that this was the last chance to save Gordon. Whether the detective could survive today depended on whether his remaining sense could control him to hand over the door card.

Schiller believed that as the last conscience of Gotham, he could do it.

With a click, the door card fell to the ground, but it was not handed out from the crack of the door. Schiller could see the threshold with the light of the flashlight, but the other party seemed to be unable to bend down.

Schiller took out his knife and tried to put the knife in. The tip of the knife touched the edge of the threshold, but it was still a little short. He couldn't use any force at all.

Suddenly, a foot moved at the door, and Gordon kicked the door card out with his right foot. The next second after Schiller got the door card, he stuck it to the door without stopping, and used all his strength to knock the door open. With a bang, a black shadow was knocked out and fell heavily to the ground.

Schiller did not rashly use the flashlight to shine on him, but turned on the light in the room as quickly as possible. Only then did he have time to look at Gordon - only one-third of Gordon's neck was still connected to his body.

And on the cross-section of the broken one-third, there were many things like eggs, as if dense black plastic balls were embedded in the flesh and blood. Just a glance at it, Schiller felt as if he had been hit hard, and his eyes hurt so much that they seemed to jump out of their sockets.

Although his sanity value will not be reduced, he is still not completely immune to this forced mental attack. Schiller leaned back suddenly and hit the wall directly.

At this time, Gordon had already stood up. He seemed to want to attack Schiller, but he seemed to be pulled by something. He stood there and kept shaking, and his neck was about to be broken.

Schiller ignored the bruised forehead. He rushed to Gordon as quickly as possible, held him down, and inserted a knife into his neck.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The screams Gordon made didn't look like a human being could make them at all, they were more like the screams of a terrifying baby.

But Schiller's hand didn't stop at all. After inserting the knife, he dug out one of the black eggs with force, threw it to the side, and with a crack, the semi-soft shell shattered, A mollusk that looked like a slug fell to the floor and rolled around to get closer to Schiller.

Schiller had no time to care about it now. After stomping it to pieces, he returned to Gordon's side, but the other black eggs buried in the flesh seemed to be stimulated and had begun to hatch. A slug half as thick as a hand began to hatch. Drilling crazily into Gordon's body.

"Ah! Ahhhhhh!!!"

Now it was Gordon who was screaming.

Schiller tried to pick out the worm with a knife, but a worm entered Gordon's stomach along the esophagus, seeming to eat his internal organs. Schiller quickly stood up and opened the bedroom door. Sure enough, there was a worm in Gordon's stomach. A bottle of red wine was found on the bedside table.

He picked up the red wine, broke the neck of the bottle, opened Gordon's mouth and poured it into his stomach. Gordon twitched and rolled forward, and finally lay on the ground and vomited hard, and he vomited out the slug.

Without stopping immediately, Schiller took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out a small handful of medicine, and stuffed it all into Gordon's mouth. It was a highly concentrated painkiller.

Then he took out the needle and thread from the inner pocket of the windbreaker. Of course, it was not special for surgery, it was just ordinary needle and thread, but he didn't care about so much now. Schiller straightened the position of Gordon's neck and started suturing.

Theoretically speaking, if the neck is broken like this, it is definitely impossible to save it, but after all, Gordon should have been contaminated. The vitality of the contaminated monster must be stronger than other people. Now we only need to stop the bleeding and seal the wound. As long as Gordon's consciousness takes over, he can still be saved.

After the eggs and slugs were removed from the body, Gordon reluctantly became quiet, and his eyes turned to Schiller, as if to observe who he was.

Schiller sewed Gordon's neck back together very roughly, taking great care not to get any blood on anything except his hands, and then rinsed his hands clean with the remaining red wine.

The painkillers took effect quickly, and Gordon's vitality did become stronger. He could even stand up slowly, then touched his neck, took a long breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "No matter you Who is it? Thank you, you saved my life."

Schiller shook off the red wine in his hand. He looked at the young face of James Gordon and shook his head helplessly. If Gordon were in full form, he would be a really good teammate, but unfortunately, everyone in this universe is young. , the Gordon in front of him looked to be in his 20s, a complete new recruit.

"Tell me what's going on here." Schiller walked over and closed the door, and then said, "I just came here yesterday and live in 1905."

Gordon looked a little pale. He sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and slowly recounted his horrific experience here.

"I didn't come much earlier than you. Three days ago, I received a message from Bruce Wayne. He said that he ran into some trouble at the Wayne Hotel and asked me to help him."

"I heard that he was in trouble in his hotel, didn't you suspect it?" Schiller had to ask, because the loophole was so obvious.

But Gordon looked at Schiller in a strange way and said, "You are not a local, are you? In recent years, it is not surprising for Gothamites to encounter trouble anywhere, even in their own bathtub."

Schiller then remembered that Bruce had used the power of the evil god to remove the extremely evil curse from Gotham. He had eliminated many people who were particularly contaminated, and the power of the evil god had already contaminated the city. I'm afraid that for a long time, the people of Gotham have been living with these horrors.

"I know it's that kind of thing." Gordon said as expected: "It's the kind of thing we often encounter recently. It's very dangerous and terrifying, and Bruce Wayne must not have anything happen to him. That was the case at Falcone Manor. The war has cost us too much."

"Falcone Manor?"

"Yes, it was completely contaminated. Maroni killed Falcone and turned it into a lump of flesh more than ten meters high. He killed many people in the police station. In the end, Bruce and I worked together to project It took one large fire bomb to kill him."

Schiller nodded to express his understanding, and Gordon did not want to talk more about the past glory. He said: "I realized that Bruce was in trouble. I rushed here as fast as possible, but it was already too late."

"I felt something was wrong when I went upstairs because I felt that the elevator was a little too humid, but I was eager to save people and rushed into room 1907 as quickly as possible."

"You didn't find Bruce."

"He's not here at all." Gordon looked a little confused and said, "I don't think Bruce would lie to me."

"But the evil god is not necessarily." Schiller said very bluntly: "Something must have deceived you."

"Yes, but it was too late when I knew it."

"How were you contaminated?"

"In fact, I don't know either." Gordon also looked confused. He said: "I found that Bruce was not here, and I realized that I might have fallen into a trap, but when I wanted to leave, I found that the elevator was no longer working, so I had to spend some time looking for a way out of here."

"But in the process, I felt that my neck was getting more and more uncomfortable, always leaning to one side."

"Until this morning when I looked in the mirror, I suddenly realized that my neck was broken, and it was broken on the first day I came here."