Chapter 3228 The Detective Is About to Die (Fifty-Three)

Chapter 3202 The Detective is about to die (Fifty-three)

Schiller had a bad feeling. If the fish was a story made up by the Joker, this guy must have done something big. He had to hurry up.

Schiller looked around and walked to the door closest to the window. He tested the sturdiness of the door handle and found it was not bad, so he tied the rope to the door handle.

His dexterity was not low, but he also knew that the Joker had the skill to control dice, so he repeatedly confirmed the sturdiness of the rope and even scraped the window sill close to the rope with a kitchen knife to prevent the rope from being worn off. This would minimize the possibility of needing a dice check.

After getting ready, Schiller directly climbed out of the window, grabbed the rope and began to descend. He did this to bypass the confrontation between Batman and the Joker and see what was happening downstairs.

In his judgment, the clown would definitely come to the lighthouse, but the clown came later than he expected, which proved that he might have done something on the way. Considering that the clown might be the first person to arrive at the lighthouse, Schiller had to be on guard, and he had been prepared for this.

Schiller deliberately bypassed all the windows to prevent the clown or anything else downstairs from seeing him. While descending, he thought about everything he encountered at the lighthouse.

First of all, when exploring, the man-made traps seen on a certain floor, Schiller thought that this might be set by the keeper of the lighthouse, but why did the keeper of the lighthouse set up traps? Just to make his life a little more difficult?

The keeper of the lighthouse was killed on the first floor, and it is not yet clear who did it. Huff had traces of being attacked by a dog, but it was not necessarily his fatal blow, and it might also be the clown.

In short, this matter revealed a weirdness, and Schiller had no clue for the time being. He descended to the ground at the fastest speed. The rope could not be untied, so he left it there. He went around to the main entrance of the lighthouse and walked in.

The first floor was still the same as always, with the bodies of the dogs lying there, and the blood had long dried up.

Schiller walked into the room where the body of the lighthouse keeper was, but found that the body of the tall and thin man was gone, but the body of the dog was still there.

Schiller instinctively looked at the window on the right side of the corner where the man was lying, and he could see the dock through this window. Although the distance was far, the lights of the big ship were particularly conspicuous in the white snow.

Schiller's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger.

He ran upstairs, but found that the bodies of the Huff family were also gone. Schiller carefully checked the traces nearby, but the other party handled it cleanly, leaving no footprints, and the liquid exuded from the body showed no signs of movement.

Could it be another skill to control the body?

After a careful look, Schiller found that it was wrong, because if the body was allowed to stand up and walk by itself, it would leave traces, and now this kind of body disappeared out of thin air, it should have been moved away by someone, but the other party was very skilled and cleared all traces.

There is a tool room at the end of this floor. After Schiller walked over, he found that there should be something missing here. The plastic sheet of the awning, the fire hose and the mop were all gone.

From this point of view, the Joker did not come too slowly, but too quickly. In such a short time, he moved so many bodies and cleared all the traces. No wonder he could kidnap two boats of people under Batman's nose.

There was no trace when he looked up. Schiller was worried that he would be affected by the fight upstairs, so he walked downstairs and went down through the hole they had come up from before.

What surprised Schiller was that the large area of ​​reeds was gone. The traces of burning on the ground were still there, but all the living reed leaves were missing, and the lake was empty.

Could it be that the reeds were also made by the Joker?

It is not impossible to think about it. Batman was seriously injured here. Although the dice took the blame, the reeds also contributed.

Schiller stood by the lake and took a look.

The river and the lake are connected, which means that the fish running in the river will directly enter the lake. Schiller did see those fish jumping from the river into the lake, but they disappeared directly into the lake.

The lake was dark and nothing could be seen. Schiller was wearing night vision goggles, but if he didn't get close enough, he couldn't see what was under the water.

Schiller took a deep breath, walked carefully to the lake, scooped up some water with his hands, and found that the water was not turbid, which meant that the water in the lake looked so deep because the lake was unimaginably deep.

Schiller walked around the lake for half a circle, and finally found a clue at the burn marks. He found that this place should have been burned twice, and the last time was burned recently.

Did the clown burn the body here?

No, it shouldn't be. Schiller carefully observed the details of the burn marks. It is impossible to burn animals here, otherwise there must be traces of grease and the like left behind.

Then the cleaning tools should be burned here.

The body was brought here and sunk to the bottom of the lake. What is at the bottom of the lake?

The boat should have reached the shore by now. Schiller calculated the time in his mind and knew that he could not wait any longer.

He put on the night vision goggles, took the pistol with a few bullets left, and jumped along the shore of the lake.

The lake water was terribly cold, but the good news was that the night vision goggles were waterproof and could see the situation in the lake more clearly.

The lake was so strange. It was a huge lake rather than a lake. There was nothing but clear water. Not even a reed leaf could be seen.

Schiller kept sinking. He didn't know how deep it was. Fortunately, the water seemed to be a little abnormal. It would not let him float up, but he could sink endlessly.

Just as Schiller was distracted and thinking about the situation in the lighthouse, a swollen and terrible face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Schiller shuddered and turned away. Then he found that there were corpses floating around him. All the corpses were tied to their feet by reed leaves and floated two or three meters away from the bottom of the lake.

It was the Huff family, Madeline in the cabin, and the lighthouse keeper.

At the bottom of the lake, Schiller finally saw a ray of light, but it was not a light, but a green light.

He looked along the light, but it was difficult to see the whole picture, so he swam upwards and saw a huge magic circle at a slightly higher place.

Schiller realized something immediately. He quickly swam up and came out of the water when the last oxygen in his lungs was about to run out. He climbed up from the shore in a somewhat embarrassed manner, gasping for breath.

But he knew he had no time to rest. He returned to the lighthouse as quickly as possible, rushed to the room where the lighthouse keeper died, and looked through the window.

What was docked at the dock was not a modern fishing boat, but three huge sailing warships from the last century.

Schiller took a deep breath and stepped back.

He looked at the correct version one by one!

Now it's good. From the modern weird copy to the Insmouth Storm, Schiller now only prays that the one who comes is not a deep diver.

Wait a minute, those fish won't...

Schiller is no longer concerned about whether the fight upstairs has started. The clown is really not a fuel-saving lamp. This copy, which should have been an original story, suddenly introduced classic Cthulhu elements, but they don't have corresponding magic skills at all. This is bad.

When he knew that the village was near the sea, he should have made such preparations, but he thought that none of these players should be very familiar with the classic Cthulhu mythology. Unexpectedly, the clown gave him a surprise.

As the only clergyman in the team, he must do something now, otherwise if the Deep One really lands, the Old One will soon come and everyone will die.

It doesn't matter if they can't pass the level, the key is that they killed Greed first. If they can't pass the level, Greed will definitely go crazy.

Schiller thought about the resources he had now in his mind.

Greed was out, and his laboratory should not be open, but if he wanted to prevent the Old One from coming back, the resources he held in his hands were crucial.

Old Siltek was a key figure, and Schiller's mind was spinning rapidly. Only by finding him could he obtain all the resources in Greed's settings, but the problem was that this guy was followed by a monster, and if he didn't know its limitations, he would be killed directly.

Greed knew that he was going to die, but when he mentioned this matter, he didn't give any clues. Did he know that he was calculated?

But Schiller felt that even if he knew he was being plotted against and it was a situation where he was bound to lose, he would not be unwilling to destroy all the resources they could have used. There must be clues somewhere.

Schiller suddenly remembered that there was also a monster in the room of 1913. Could it be that the two monsters were fighting each other and both were injured?

But after thinking about it, Schiller felt that it was impossible. The monsters should not fight each other directly. The main reason was that he could not gamble. If they did not fight, in addition to facing the things on those strange ships, he would have to face two terrible monsters.

Schiller suddenly thought, what is the situation in the village now?

If something really came down from that ship, although the lighthouse was close to the pier, they might not come directly. It is more likely that they would rush into the village.

Schiller looked upstairs. Batman was holding back the Joker, and the Joker was also holding back Batman. With this guy's character of fearing chaos in the world, he wanted to destroy more than just this small village. Once the old days come again, no one can escape.

When it comes to things outside the village, an influential person must stand up. Greed is dead. No matter what dangers are around old Siltek, Schiller must find a way to get close to him.

As for why he has to go to great lengths to save the world, in fact, if the Joker chooses a different way to destroy the world, Schiller may not care, but the Deep One is really too ugly, and Schiller doesn't want to become a half-man, half-fish monster.

Schiller counted the things in his hands. He had a gun with a few bullets in it and a night vision goggles, but the kitchen knife was left to Batman, and he had to get another cold weapon.

After walking around the first floor, Schiller didn't find a cold weapon like a knife, but he found a crowbar. This thing is a good thing, with a moderate length, a heavy weight, and it is very easy to pick up.

Schiller returned to the original small warehouse, ate a few bites of food to replenish calories, temporarily turned off the night vision goggles, judged the direction of the village by the direction of the dock, and then set off.

He was not worried at all that Batman would be confused by his departure. Just the watery footprints he left behind after walking around here were enough for Batman to figure out what was going on.

Schiller pushed open the door of the lighthouse.