The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 2785 Phantom Haunted Room (XI)

Schiller knew very well that the events in Cthulhu's mythology system were somewhat different from those of superheroes. It often took a long time to lay the groundwork before the real disaster would reveal its true face.

Before, Schiller felt that the hotel also fit this situation. It was very calm at the beginning, and then various strange situations gradually appeared, and then it evolved into a major disaster that affected the whole city.

But if the time point where he was in was the past, and the time point where Peter was in was the future, the weirdness of the situation would be beyond imagination.

Because it was very obvious that the hotel where he was in was full of abnormal phenomena, the 19th floor that could not be lowered after going up, the elevator sound that kept ringing in the middle of the night, and the neighbors who were obviously not in a good condition, which should be the product of the outbreak of strange events.

On the contrary, Peter was very calm. He checked into the hotel very smoothly and could move around freely in the hotel. His neighbors were all normal and could communicate with each other. There was no shortage of basic survival supplies, and no supernatural events occurred.

But assuming that at Schiller's time point, things had become like this, then what was the peacefulness of Peter at that time?

If the time difference between the two people is very large, it would be fine if they are completely two different eras, but the short man living in Room 1903 in the two hotels is obviously the same person. From the voice and appearance, it seems that there is not much change, which means that the time span cannot be decades, and the change must have occurred within a year.

In other words, it is impossible for the supernatural phenomenon to destroy the entire town after the outbreak, and people forget about it and start all over again.

Obviously, it is also impossible that the supernatural phenomenon broke out in Schiller's time period but healed without medicine, and suddenly healed by itself, and then it became very peaceful at Peter's time.

Then there is only one possibility left, the supernatural phenomenon has been continuously worsening, Schiller's hotel is actually before the deterioration, and Peter's hotel is after the deterioration. All the peaceful scenes are just disguises, and there are unimaginable horrors at a deeper level.

Jerome's appearance at Peter's place is also a proof. According to Schiller's understanding, this investigator can chase little Bruce up and down. If the hotel where Peter is really fine, he will not appear there. On the contrary, his appearance proves that the problem of this hotel is so big that it is unimaginable.

Schiller was feeling bad about Peter's bad luck. Just when he wanted to remind Peter through the communication, he found that the scene in the room began to change and a person gradually appeared.

It was a beautiful and plump blonde woman. She stood in the middle of the room with her back to the window. The messy living room suddenly disappeared, replaced by a luxuriously decorated guest room.

Schiller felt that the figure was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while, so he didn't move, leaning on the sofa, one leg on the other, and making a gesture of watching the show.

The woman was touching up her makeup with lipstick. After a while, she gathered her hair and finally turned around and looked at Schiller who was sitting on the sofa outside the window and said, "Why are you still sitting there? Didn't you say you wanted to chat?"

Schiller narrowed his eyes slightly. What is this? Is it a honey trap?

No, that's not right. This woman looked familiar. She must be someone Schiller had met before. Just when Schiller was trying to remember who she was, the woman walked to the window, smiled at Schiller and said, "It seems that you have forgotten me. Do you remember? We had a romantic date..."

When the word "date" came out, Schiller seemed to think of something. He did know this woman. She was a socialite he met at a banquet when he was studying in the United States in his previous life.

The martial arts scene is not good, are you going to do a literary scene? Schiller thought with interest.

He was not surprised that some existence in this room could read his memory. The Cthulhu mythology system is an expert in playing with memory, knowledge and emotions. It would be strange if they didn't know this trick.

Schiller even felt that this was not an illusion created by any magical energy, but because his brain waves were disturbed, the illusion that only appeared in front of his eyes was equivalent to putting a film on his eyeballs.

Sure enough, the memories related to this woman gradually emerged in his mind, and the room turned into a bedroom.

Schiller felt a little funny. The room seemed to be trying very hard to find the moment when he had emotional fluctuations.

According to common sense, the memory of the first date with a lover would be a good object for reminiscing about the past.

But Schiller was never reasonable.

As his memories surged, his thoughts flashed by, and the white flesh lying on the bed had turned into a bright red jumping live fish, and the strong smell of blood seemed to burst the room.

With a swish, the illusion disappeared.

The color of the room darkened, becoming gray and cold. A serious professor with gray hair was sitting at the desk reading a book. He pushed his glasses and looked at Schiller outside the window and said: "Long time no see, how are you recently? Have you published any latest papers?"

"Long time no see, professor." Schiller said as if he was really greeting him: "I really don't have any research results to show recently."

He began to recall the professor's face again. When he tried to turn this face out of his memory, countless memories about the old professor were turned out at the same time.

The room turned blood red again.

The shadowless lamp was suddenly lit, and the room gradually turned into an operating room. A hospital bed was pushed in, and a pale little boy was lying on the hospital bed. The nurse shouted anxiously to Schiller: "Doctor! Chief surgeon! What are you doing standing there? The patient's surgery is about to begin..."

Schiller rummaged through his memory again, and the operating table in the room suddenly changed into two. On one was a man who had been disembowelled, and on the other was a woman who was lying with her eyes open.

The scene in the operating room also began to fade away, but no new hallucination scenes appeared. The room seemed to be stuck.

But Schiller laughed and said, "Do you want to find good memories to lure me back? You can try to look through them again. I remember there were still a few times that didn't turn into a murder."

The phantom in the room began to change again. As soon as this scene appeared, Schiller felt very familiar. It was the prayer room where he often stayed in his previous life. An old priest opened the door and walked in.

"You came early today," he said.

"Because I have something to do." Schiller replied habitually: "You can go back and rest. I will help you entertain other believers."

Then the scene jumped to the back garden of the church. In front of the rusty flower pavilion, the soil was piled high, and a large pit appeared in the center of the room, where a recently deceased body lay.

Schiller relaxed on the sofa and said: "It was really a carefree time that is nostalgic."

The body moved.

"Do you finally want to be haunted?" Schiller seemed to be talking to himself, and no one in the room answered him.

"Why did you want to kill me?" The old priest, whose face was covered with corpse spots, stood up and looked at Schiller outside the window and asked: "I am not your enemy, and I have never blocked your way."

"Yes, you even took good care of me." Schiller nodded, looked at the corpse and said, "Do you want me to feel guilty?"

"Shouldn't you feel guilty?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "You have told believers the wrong truth. I am just preventing you from spreading the fallacy more widely."

"You are a devil."

"And the angel you were thinking about didn't come to save you." Schiller said: "You are the first priest I know. Your death is not meaningless, but it gave me a good start."

"You killed an innocent me."

"It was God who killed you because God did not save you." Schiller looked at him calmly and said, "Have you ever resented God?"

The other party seems to be stuck again.

The fantasy in the room disappeared in an instant and returned to the messy appearance. Schiller compared these memories and found that they seemed to be played in order from back to front.

Many corpses appeared in the room, most of them non-human, standing in a messy living room.

"Why do you want to kill me?"

"Why do you want to kill me?"

"Why are you..."

"Why did you..."

They repeated this passage together, constantly approaching the window, reaching out their hands from the broken window, as if they wanted to pull Schiller back, but obviously the distance was not enough, and the phantom seemed unable to affect places outside the window. .

"It was God who killed you." Schiller replied: "Because he did not come to save you when you were struggling in pain. No matter how pious you were and how much you paid for your faith, after you died tragically At that time, the Almighty God did not appear.”

"It's you..."

"It's you..."

"It's you..."

Schiller glanced at his watch. It was now 11:00 pm. He said, "I guess you have to stop before 'it' comes. You still have an hour. If you want to continue to be a repeater here, I won’t stop you either.”

The movements of the corpses stopped and they just stood blankly by the window. However, because most of them were no longer in human form and could not even awaken the uncanny valley effect, they did not look very scary.

Schiller looked up and down at these corpses with great nostalgia. Unique memories were the pillars that constituted each personality trait.

Apparently he had a hand in how these bodies turned out, but that was a long time ago.

As the recalled memories continued to surge, the gentle expression belonging to "Schiller" reflected on the glass disappeared.

Instead, there was an unfamiliar face with eyebrows as sharp as knives.

These "old friends" who suddenly appeared reminded him of his youth.

Young Schiller was like a boundless wind. When it came, it was a mighty stream, and when it left, it was full of ice and snow. It was lonely and cold, and it was unstoppable.

The layers of stubborn disease under the earth's veins were turned upside down. He used the black blood flowing in the deepest evil arteries to forge himself into a good sword with a sharp edge.

There was one part murderous intent and one part chivalry on that face, no matter how ruthless it was, it was touching.