amaotonovel Chapter 2829: An Ant Trying to Shake a Tree (Part )
Chapter 2829: An Ant Trying to Shake a Tree (Part )
Chapter 2829: An Ant Trying to Shake a Tree (Part )
Schiller gently lifted the curtains and saw a car parked downstairs of the hotel. The doorman took a business card from the driver. Not long after, there was a knock on the door of Room 1905.
Schiller followed the waiter downstairs and bumped into someone as he turned the corner. Schiller instinctively turned around to look, but suddenly stopped and stood on the steps, staring at the man's back, with cold sweat running down the back of his neck.
The back looks very much like the resident of Room 1903.
The waiter walking in front saw that he was not moving, so he had to stop and asked with concern: "Sir? Sir???"
Schiller paused, ignored the waiter's call, and strode after the figure, but the man was nowhere to be seen in the corridor.
Schiller stood on tiptoe and rushed towards Room 1903.
Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!!
"Open the door!"
Schiller shouted while banging on the door.
Suddenly the door opened, and a woman looked at Schiller in confusion and said, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Schiller stretched his neck to look inside, and the woman immediately showed a vigilant look. She said, "What are you doing? Get out of here! Or I'll call the police!"
"Oh, ma'am, I don't mean anything, but the smoke alarm on this floor just went off. Do you smoke? I'm worried about a fire..."
The woman obviously didn't believe it, but she still said, "No, I don't smoke, my husband and I don't smoke..."
"And your husband..."
"What's wrong? Doris?!" A rough voice came from the room. A tall man walked over and looked at Schiller outside the door and said, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"
Schiller took two steps back and said, "No, it's nothing. It's just that the smoke alarm went off. I thought it was you guys smoking. It seems I can only go find security."
The door of Room 1903 was closed. Schiller walked towards the stairs. The waiter looked at him with a helpless expression and said, "What's the matter? Is there anything I can help you with?"
"No...it's okay." Schiller looked back at the stairs and said, "Let's go."
The two continued walking forward and soon arrived in front of the elevator door. Schiller turned around and saw the sign for the 19th floor hung directly opposite the elevator door. There were two plates of lush green plants placed below, which looked like imported Monstera deliciosa.
Schiller walked into the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closed, the lights in the elevator flashed twice. Schiller immediately looked up at the ceiling. The waiter's tone was calm, "The filament in the elevator has some poor contact, but please rest assured that the power and lighting are completely two different systems and will not affect the normal operation of the elevator."
"I hope so," Schiller said.
The elevator quickly arrived downstairs. As soon as he walked out of the elevator door, Schiller looked towards the front desk. Seeing the black-haired receptionist, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief.
But just as he was about to look away, a red-haired figure walked through the front desk and headed towards the manager's office at the back.
Schiller chased after him immediately, but suddenly a large group of tourists from travel agencies came in and blocked his way. When Schiller finally got through the crowd, there was nothing in front of the manager's office.
Schiller went over and knocked on the door again. Soon the waiter came over and said to him, "I'm sorry, sir, the manager is not here now. What can I do for you?"
Schiller found that he couldn't knock on the door, so he kicked it. He let out a long sigh and said, "Do you have your manager's business card?"
"I'm sorry, I don't have any. You'll just have to wait for him to come back."
"When does he come back?"
"There have been some electrical problems in the hotel recently. He should have gone to find a maintenance person. He will probably be back soon. You can go back to your room and wait."
Schiller pursed his lips and looked at the door number, choosing to give up. He turned and walked towards the revolving door. As he pushed the revolving door out, someone else pushed the revolving door in.
Schiller stared at his profile, but the revolving door was irreversible. After Schiller went out, the man went in too. And when Schiller pushed the revolving door in again, the man had already disappeared.
The occupant of room 1901.
Schiller stared at the elevator for a while before pushing the door open. Then he saw a familiar figure in the car waiting for him outside. It was little Bruce, and he looked safe and sound.
Schiller opened the car door and got in, sitting next to little Bruce. He asked expressionlessly, "You were the one who sent me the message. Since you're fine, why didn't you just tell me what happened?"
"Obviously, I'm being monitored." Little Bruce seemed to be wondering why Schiller looked so bad, but he still explained: "An unknown person has been monitoring my communications. I don't know if he can crack your magical communication system, so I chose a safer method."
"Why did you come to me?"
"Of course I want you to help me deal with that investigator. For some reason, I can't do it to him myself. You have to help me think of a solution, otherwise he will tear down my house!"
"What did he do?"
"That guy is a complete lunatic." Bruce cursed, "Before, I used Gotham Cathedral as one of my bases. He found it by following clues. Fortunately, I ran fast, but because I hid in a hurry, I left some clues behind."
"I wanted to go back and destroy the body, but that madman blew up the cathedral in the name of a terrorist attack. I lost more than 40 tentacles, and the pain was so severe that I didn't sleep well for half a month."
Little Bruce sighed and said, "I really want to crush him to death, but for some reason, I can't kill him. Even if I injure him, he will recover quickly."
"Besides, that guy's luck is so good that he can come across any clue. He even found a forbidden spell somewhere in the Gotham Library and made a bunch of bombs. He has killed more than 200 of my tentacles. If he doesn't solve the problem quickly, he will rush into my house and blow me to death."
Schiller sat there in silence, so little Bruce had to ask him, "What's wrong with you? You look so pale, are you feeling unwell? How about I call a private doctor for you?"
Schiller shook his head in silence, because he had just discovered a terrible fact. Without the Doujie communication system, the interface that used to appear as soon as a thought came to his mind had completely disappeared.
"Are you communicating with people from other universes? I advise you to give up on this idea. The mysterious guy who is monitoring me has created a brain wave blocking device. Any abnormal brain waves cannot be transmitted. Otherwise, I would not be in such a mess because of them."
"Stop the car!" Schiller suddenly shouted.
The driver slammed on the brakes and both of them were thrown into the front seat. Schiller reached out to help, but little Bruce was hit hard.
"Turn back," Schiller said.
Little Bruce looked at him with a very puzzled look. He opened his mouth to ask, but seeing Schiller's extremely bad face, he said nothing and said to the driver: "Turn around and go back to the hotel. Maybe you forgot to take something."
The driver had to turn around and drive back.
Schiller glanced at the rearview mirror. Little Bruce looked normal, but his own face was as pale as death.
The car soon stopped in front of the hotel again. Schiller pushed open the door and staggered out. He pushed open the revolving door again, rushed into the elevator without any pause, and pressed the button for the 19th floor.
After reaching the 19th floor, he quickly rushed to the door of Room 1905, took out the door card and opened the door. Seeing the briefcase on the sofa, Schiller involuntarily turned his head to look at the bedroom.
There is nothing there.
He walked over, picked up the alarm clock on the ground, opened the battery compartment, and saw two batteries lying quietly inside.
Schiller threw the alarm clock on the bed and picked up the bottle of red wine on the bedside. It was not cheap wine. It was worth at least more than $1000, which was very much in line with the grade of the Wayne Hotel.
Schiller sat on the bed and called the front desk. He asked, "Why is there a bottle of red wine on my bedside table?"
The receptionist explained in a gentle voice, "We now have a free room upgrade service. It is recorded here that you did not choose the upgrade, so you will receive a gift from the hotel. The gift list records that you are given a bottle of Chateau Margaux red wine. Is there any problem?"
"No, it's okay." Schiller hung up the phone.
He put the bottle down and looked at the wine glass he had taken out last night, his expression seeming a little hesitant.
Finally, he put everything down, stood up, went to the living room and opened the briefcase. All the candles were intact, the wicks were fresh, without any signs of having been used, not a drop of vodka was missing, and there were exactly 60 matches.
Schiller took out a match and lit it. He hesitated for a moment, then picked up the red candle and silently recited the name of the manipulator in his heart.
The candle was lit and the power spread out. Schiller breathed a sigh of relief. The channel condensed by the power was connecting to his spiritual world and the door opened.
It wasn't Schiller who came.
Schiller saw a starry sky behind the door.
Immediately afterwards, countless horrible, strange and dark things flooded into his brain. He let out a scream and extinguished the candle as quickly as possible.
Schiller leaned on the sofa and took a few deep breaths, staring at the candle that had just burned a little with some disbelief.
There was a knock on the door of Room 1905.
Schiller walked over and opened the door. Little Bruce was standing outside. He looked at Schiller with some concern and said, "Are you okay? I just walked up and heard a scream. What happened to you?"
Schiller saw that his subtext was actually to ask, "Who on earth could have done this to you?"
Schiller opened his mouth slowly and told little Bruce about his previous experiences. As expected, little Bruce did not believe it because Schiller really did not have any evidence.
Batman is actually not the kind of detective who attaches great importance to evidence. He knows that reasoning sometimes requires some inspiration, and the truth often requires a leap of thought to be grasped.
But the problem is that what Schiller said lacks even basic logic, and Bruce Jr. raises several obvious questions.
"First, and most incredible, is that the four major families are united together? Why? What is the basis for their unity?"