Chapter 2839: Demonic Forbidden Zone (Part 9)

Chapter 2813: The Demonic Restricted Area (IX)

The group packed up and prepared to return to the restaurant.

Room 1905 is good. The illusion monster must have a lot of information that has not been revealed. But on the one hand, this room is too small. You can't do anything here. On the other hand, this floor is not peaceful. Although the elevator monster and the door-slamming monster in 1913 are gone, there are still monsters in other rooms.

This room has been holding back, trying to kill Schiller. Schiller has to be on guard. On the contrary, the restaurant controlled by Cobert is slightly safer. Even if Cobert may have been controlled, Colin is a scar in his heart. Schiller used Room 1905 to make him make a break with this matter, and used his feelings for his mother to make him eager to leave the hotel. The interests of the two are basically the same.

As long as the other party does not want to overturn the table and forcefully control Cobert, he is trustworthy for the time being, and then the restaurant will be a good base, and Schiller's idea also needs to be implemented here.

On the way back, their luck finally got better. The elevator was not turned on by others, and there were no monsters blocking the way. They returned to the restaurant relatively smoothly.

As soon as Schiller entered the restaurant, he asked Cobert, "The hotel is now blocked. Where is the kitchen waste thrown?"

"In the cold storage at the back." Cobert said, "There is really no place to throw it. It can only be frozen temporarily, but fortunately there are not too many, otherwise the restaurant will be flooded with garbage."

Schiller looked up at the ceiling, which was still decorated with many spines. He looked at Cobert and asked, "Where did you put the spines of those people before?"

"That was just an illusion, but the bones of the ingredients were also frozen in the cold storage. What are you going to do?"

Schiller walked towards the cold storage and said, "Of course, it is recycling and eliminating waste."

The other three followed Schiller into the cold storage and found that there were indeed some kitchen waste piled here, but there were more unused ingredients.

To be more precise, there are very few that can be used. As Schiller said before, there are very few parts of humans that can be eaten and taste good. Even sharks can hardly eat them, let alone cook them.

Schiller instructed the other three people to put the ingredients in different categories, which can be roughly divided into torso, limbs and head. Then he found a cutter in the back kitchen. This is similar to a handheld electric saw, but it is more suitable for cutting meat than an electric saw. It is generally used to cut frozen meat, and now it comes in handy.

After temporarily moving the frozen meat to the cold storage outside, Schiller announced his arrangements. He said: "Cut off all the meat and leave the bones. Remember, don't break the bones, especially the bones of the limbs. They are very important."

"Jerome, come out with me."

The other two went to work. Jerome followed Schiller out of the cold storage. They came to the French window of the restaurant. Here also follows the same rule, that is, as long as you look at the side with your peripheral vision, you can see another hotel.

"How confident are you that you can use these two hotels as support and bones as raw materials to build a road to the top floor?"

Jerome's eyes widened immediately. Is this a method that a human can come up with? Satan really praised you for being awesome.

But after all, he had no moral bottom line. He soon thought seriously, then shook his head and said, "If there are enough raw materials, it is not difficult to build the simplest double triangle structure support, but there are two problems."

"You say."

Jerome likes such a straightforward client. He took the papers he used to write answers and explained to Schiller while drawing. He said, "If there is only one side of the hotel, it will be very difficult because there is no way to construct it, but if you build a staircase between two walls, it will be much simpler."

"But first and foremost, there are not enough raw materials in the cold storage. Even if you pick out all the bones, it won't work. But I also know that they are basically the few things in the hotel that can move. For example, these chairs and chandeliers will disappear if thrown out of the window."

Obviously Jerome had tried it before, but unfortunately, even the monsters couldn't shake the hotel itself, so it was not feasible to use these things in the hotel as raw materials.

Of course, you can also put something in the window like Schiller did, but there is really nothing that long. If you stick it out of the window half a meter, it will hit the sky and it won't have much effect.

But there is an exception, that is the guests. The hotel cannot protect the guests, so naturally it can't control where a part of the guests is. In this case, it is feasible to use part of the guest's body to build stairs.

But unfortunately, the meat rots too quickly. Schiller doesn't want to make a one-time passage. What if he doesn't beat those monsters on the roof, and he wants to run away when he wants to, and he won't do such a stupid thing.

Then bones are a good choice. On the one hand, human bones are relatively strong, and on the other hand, there are ready-made raw materials in the restaurant. Schiller guessed that it would not be enough, so he didn't feel upset, but asked: "What about the second question?"

"Nothing to fix it." Jerome said: "Bones are different from wood and stone. This thing can't be made into a mortise and tenon structure. Maybe it can be tied with ropes, but we don't have ropes now. I'm not sure if curtains can make a window. I think it shouldn't be possible."

Jerome thought that Schiller's idea of ​​using part of the guest's body to build stairs was amazing, but it was very difficult to implement, because basically everything in the hotel could not be used outside the window, and the food in the hotel was processed, and the tendons were basically broken, so they were useless.

Schiller suddenly stretched his hand in front of Jerome, and he opened his hand, and Jerome found that there were several screws in his hand.

Jerome, who had also dismantled the house number, immediately recognized that this was the screw that nailed the house number. He looked at Schiller with some doubts, and Schiller said: "I think this thing may be useful, maybe you can try it."

"But this thing is also in the hotel." Jerome didn't continue talking here. The rooms in the hotel are indeed magical. By changing the house number, the position can be changed, which means that the screws that can fix the house number must also have their own unique features, and may not be ordinary screws.

"Then the house number may also be used." Jerome said by analogy.

Schiller shook his head and said, "Rooms are indispensable to the hotel. We can't irritate the existence behind it."

Jerome thought about it and felt that this was the truth. They didn't need to irritate the mastermind now, because they were not strong enough and they were not in the right. Everyone here had someone they cared about, but the monster didn't.

Jerome decided to try according to Schiller's idea, but the problem of raw materials had not been solved. Schiller just sent a message to Peter, asking him to use his advantage of being able to move freely to measure the various data of the hotel, and then let Jerome draw the blueprint.

He walked to the door of the restaurant and took out a white candle and a red candle at the same time.

Jerome watched his movements and felt a little curious, so he asked: "What is the difference between these two candles?"

"They represent two different kinds of me."

"What's the difference?"

"The white one is normal, and the red one is pathological."

"You are sicker than I thought."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Jerome saw him light a white candle, so he said: "Are you sure this so-called normal can cope with it? It sounds like the pathological one is stronger."

But then Schiller lit another red candle.

When the two candles lit up at the same time, Jerome's brain crashed for a moment.

While the candle wicks were not burned out, Schiller walked to the back kitchen and borrowed the umbrella he had given to Cobert before, then turned to Jerome behind him and said: "I will go out later, you keep an eye on the candles and don't say anything to me."

Jerome instinctively took a step back and nodded. You know, when the damned psychological anatomist came out before, Schiller only told him that the other party had a bad temper. Now he was not even allowed to talk. What kind of thing was this?

Jerome didn't know that Schiller paused for a moment, then turned to the kitchen, took a large cart specially used for transporting goods, and pushed it out of the restaurant.

Twenty minutes later, Schiller came back, and the cart was almost full. Jerome looked inside and saw many familiar faces.

The man lying on the far left only had a small part of his upper body left, and his drooping cervical vertebrae seemed to have been entangled by something, but now, there was nothing left.

This was the resident of Room 1903.

Then, as expected, there was a head with completely smashed facial features and a body in a suit. This was the resident of Room 1901.

Looking to the side, stacked on the two of them was a seemingly ordinary body in sportswear, but the eyeballs were out of their sockets and lay quietly on his chest. There was also a man whose arms were out of his body, and the places where they were separated were full of holes.

It seemed that the 19th floor was wiped out.

Jerome was a little curious, but remembering Schiller's previous instructions, he held back and didn't ask any questions. After Schiller finished his delivery, he went out again, and when he came back, there was another car full of corpses.

After running more than a dozen times, Jerome estimated that the corpses in the cold storage had piled up into a mountain, and he found that the umbrella in Schiller's hand became more transparent every time he came back, and in the end it had become a phantom.

He took a look at the design drawing he was about to finish, and when Schiller came in for the nth time, he made an OK gesture to him from an angle that Schiller could see.

Schiller blew out two candles.

"Watching his expression gradually return to normal." Jerome said: "Who is that guy? Why do I feel that he wants to kill me?"

"Your feeling is right, he is the best fighter among us." Schiller put away the candle, and then said: "You may be wondering how I got into the room without a door card..."

As he spoke, the black umbrella in his hand completely disappeared. He sighed and said: "I will give Cobert another one, but not the real one, that would be too deadly."

Jerome vaguely remembered that he mentioned not to face the umbrella to others, so he asked: "What's on the umbrella?"

"The wisdom of your sweetheart."

"......?"

"Oh, no." Schiller shook his head and said: "The umbrella is the cloak of your sweetheart."

Arrogant and sarcastic

The bishop spoke his mind