This question aroused Schiller's vigilance. Since Jerome asked this, it means that he may also be communicating with someone in the hotel where he is now, but this communication may not be real-time.
The concept of time difference has become clearer before. If the time points of two hotels are one after the other, then the one in front leaves a message to the one behind, and the two people are equivalent to being able to communicate, especially if two people stay in the same room, the timeline
What the earlier one left behind can be seen immediately by the one later in the timeline.
But if this is the case, how can there be a time difference? The cause of the past is the result of the past. The impact of changing the past on the present should be immediate.
Schiller thought again, but in this case, the person at the previous point in time can only leave a message for the person at the later point in time. There is no way to leave a message in the future to the person in the past. This may be the reason for the poor communication, so he can only
The past directs the future.
Schiller did not answer immediately, but said after a while: "Yes, but the time is limited and a price needs to be paid."
Schiller saw Jerome's understanding expression through Peter's eyes. Schiller did not ask any new questions. Jerome sent a message, "It seems that this boy is just an ordinary person, so you must be one."
Powerful people, I think we can work together to 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, then you should treat me as a dead person, instead of still thinking about cooperating with me, tell me about this
What do you know about the room?"
Jerome seemed unwilling to speak easily, but Schiller was not in a hurry. He noticed that Schiller had an unfazed composure. Jerome obviously began to guess what he relied on, and he said to Schiller in an insinuating way: "
That room is going to take a sinister turn the next night, and I don't think you'll survive it, but if you do me a favor, I'll..."
Peter suddenly put away the communicator and said, "He hung up."
A trace of murderous intent flashed across Jerome's face, and Peter could clearly see the madness, a temperament that could only be seen in lunatics with antisocial personality disorder.
"I advise you not to do anything to me." Peter typed a line of words for him to read and said: "I know you may have a gun, but I won't come here without anything prepared."
Jerome didn't seem to be worried about what Peter said. After making that cold expression, he focused on the gap in the cabinet.
The gap was very, very small. Jerome pushed Peter away a little and moved his eyes to look. He seemed to be very concerned about what the short man who lived in this room was doing in the room.
Peter then remembered that he had turned the room into a mess. Jerome might not care about such traces, but the short man would definitely care about it. 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 rummaged around the room by himself. There were many places to hide people 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 clearly still had the equipment of the Spider Army in his hand, and if something went wrong, he could immediately return to the dark side.
In the space where the sun is, Peter just felt chills and his mind was not very clear.
Peter didn't know what Jerome saw, but he could see that Jerome's face became pale and his expression was a little dazed. Soon Jerome withdrew his gaze and took out a needle from somewhere.
The tube was plunged into his arm.
There was something black and red in the syringe, which looked a bit like blood, but Peter, who had medical knowledge, knew that blood could not be returned to the body in this way, so it might be a medicine that looked like blood.
Jerome's face was still pale, but he looked much better. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Peter. He didn't say anything, he just held up his cell phone, which had not turned on, as a mirror to look at Peter.
Peter saw that his face on the screen was horribly pale, and his pupils were showing signs of dilation. Why did he become like this even though he had done nothing?
Jerome didn't say anything. He seemed to be somewhat prepared. Just when his footsteps stopped in front of the closet, he slightly arched his body, like an arrow on a string.
But suddenly the footsteps left again, and hurriedly walked out the door. Jerome seemed to remember something, and before the footsteps completely disappeared, he rushed out of the closet and left after the man.
Peter was left in the closet in a daze. He walked out and saw some water stains on the ground. He thought that the two people who had gone to the bathroom before had stepped on the water he had made, so he didn't care and stepped over it.
The water stains went away.
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 from Schiller and fell asleep after entering the room.
Finding that Peter didn't reply, Schiller also knew that he must have encountered something. Peter's sanity value was really too low. No matter what happened, he couldn't handle it alone.
Moreover, he had already obtained enough information and had vague speculations, but no matter what, he had to survive this dangerous enough second night, otherwise there would be no chance for all his speculations to be put into practice.
Something has begun to change 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 programs, 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 without knowing when, 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. 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 and the lights were turned off, all the rooms were left with only the firelight of the electronic fireplace, and the shadows of the furniture seemed to change shape, like ghosts with snarling teeth.
Schiller just sat on the sofa and watched all this in silence. 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 does not have 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, was not brought to the tower.
, 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 think completely 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.
Therefore, 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 follow martial ethics, or in other words, the foreign god related to Little Bruce is particularly devoid of martial ethics.
It is said that the outer gods don't care about humans at all, but there is one who cares about it. 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, carried the hot TV that had just exploded to the window, 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.
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 at this time the sofa and bedside table that he could not 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 were released, 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 had no influence on the outside.
But there was no way to go on like this. If Schiller wanted to stay outside the window all night, he had to have a place to stay.
At this moment, Peter finally replied to the message, and it seemed that 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."
"Hurry up, 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 both 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 and seemed to be planning to cut off Schiller'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. If Peter sprayed the spider silk on the window in the past, then Schiller should also have it at this point in time.