amaotonovel Chapter 2795: Weird Feast and Nightmare (3)
Chapter 2795: Weird Feast and Nightmare (3)
Chapter 2795: Weird Feast Nightmare (Part )
Many times in this world, whatever you fear will come true.
Ding!
As soon as the elevator door opened on the 7th floor, Schiller did not open his eyes, but rushed out of the elevator as fast as he could, recalling the layout of the 7th floor that he had seen through Peter's eyes. He first walked around the entrance, passed through a long corridor and then turned right.
After pushing open a glass door, the eyes were suddenly filled with bright lights.
Schiller, who was used to the darkness, was stunned for a moment. He stretched out his arms to block his eyes, slowly opened his eyes, and squinted at the bright light ahead.
A group of people looked at him in surprise.
Schiller slowly lowered his arms, and then he could see clearly that the huge restaurant was filled with tables, each table was filled with people, eight huge chandeliers were lighting up brilliantly, and neatly dressed waiters were standing on both sides waiting to serve.
The person closest to Schiller was a man in chef's clothes. Schiller saw that his head had completely melted and piled on his neck, but when the light flashed, a handsome and elegant old man appeared, with his silver hair neatly combed behind his head.
Schiller looked towards the center of the restaurant in a daze. Everyone was sitting on chairs in bright and beautiful gowns, looking at the menus on the table. At the other end, in the door leading to the kitchen, other chefs were busy.
"It looks like our last guest has arrived." The chef said, "I think you still remember your reservation, right?"
"Yes..." Schiller said, "I reserved a seat... by the window."
"Then go quickly."
Schiller walked slowly to the last empty seat at the table by the window, as if that seat was prepared for him. He sat down and saw that the figure sitting opposite him was a familiar face - Jerome Valeska.
He was wearing a plaid suit, his hair was combed very neatly, and he was wearing black glasses that made him look honest. At this moment, he was staring intently at the menu in his hand and seemed to be muttering to himself.
The movement of Schiller sitting down caught his attention. He looked up at the man in front of him, but when he saw his dazed eyes and dilated pupils, he lowered his head again and continued to look at the menu.
Schiller gradually put away his confused expression, because the chef's attention was on other people. He began to look at the people around him. There was no doubt that even if the hotel in this timeline was not so seriously polluted, it was unlikely that so many intact people would sit together.
Some of them hid their true colors.
Schiller did not think that the fleeting illusion he had just had was a mistake, but this was the Cthulhu mythology system. Before everything became abnormal, everything was normal. Although many things had signs in advance, many people had lost the ability to judge whether they were normal or not, and therefore were unable to discover the horror lurking around them.
Schiller did not intend to explore this abnormality, because unfortunately, he brought something even more abnormal.
Schiller huddled in his chair, flipping through the menu like all the other diners, oblivious to what was happening outside, but a dozen seconds later, the lights in the restaurant began to flicker.
boom!
A loud noise came from outside the restaurant door, as if something was banging against the door. All the diners looked up in confusion. Schiller imitated their expressions, as if he had no idea what was banging against the door outside.
The chef suddenly turned his head and looked outside the door. He seemed to have seen something and slowly walked towards the door, but stopped halfway, raised his hand and pressed it down gently.
All the diners lowered their heads, and Schiller felt something pressing his head down. The touch was wet, like a floating corpse that had been soaked in water for several days.
Schiller lowered his head obediently, hoping that it would be better if he was not allowed to see it.
But he still raised his eyes gently and glanced towards the chef. After making sure that the chef was not looking at him and probably did not suspect that he was the one who brought that thing, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, he did it on purpose, because he knew that there were two forces restraining each other in the hotel, so he could infer that things that were usually locked up were blocking the way of certain existences. As long as these things could be released and brought into another conspiracy, it would be very likely that he could cause some trouble for the other party.
Sure enough, the waiters who were originally standing neatly by the window lined up and walked towards the door. The banging sound continued. Schiller did not hear any screams, but a waiter disappeared outside the door.
A bustling whisper was heard.
This was more terrifying than any screaming or wailing. Schiller heard some sounds coming from outside the door and echoing in the room. He wanted to raise his hands to cover his ears, but felt it was too conspicuous.
The best option now is to rupture your eardrum directly, but unfortunately, the thing pressing on your head seems to be waiting for an opportunity to move. If you reach out to grab the fork now, you will definitely be discovered.
Schiller's face began to turn as pale as the other diners. His expression became dazed, his pupils gradually dilated, and he began to echo those whispers. However, his sanity value was infinite, so as long as there was no armed conflict...
boom! ! ! ! !
A strong tremor interrupted all the whispers in the entire restaurant, followed by a sudden shock. Schiller immediately felt a sticky liquid flowing from his nose and blood dripping onto the table in front of him.
But the thing pressing on his head was no longer pressing so hard that Schiller had time to reach out with a napkin to wipe his nose. Many of the diners next to him also seemed to have just woken up from a dream.
But soon, the waiters came back in rows and stood in their corresponding positions in an orderly manner. It seemed that the trouble had been solved. Although Schiller could no longer feel the things above his head, he did not act rashly under the gaze of many people.
Taking this opportunity, he turned his attention to Jerome on the opposite side.
The reason why we are sure that this is Jerome is because the two brothers have completely different temperaments.
The story of the two Valeska brothers in "Gotham" is very interesting. To sum it up, Jerome is a born bad guy with all the traits of narcissistic personality disorder and antisocial personality, but he blames all the bad things he has done on his younger brother.
Jerome has a perfect disguise and has always been a good man in everyone's eyes. He studied and went to college step by step. He is smart, steady and full of gentlemanly manners.
However, Jerome, who was framed, had been regarded as a bad boy since childhood. He was considered to be a bad student and was always ostracized and abused, which caused his mental condition to deteriorate. In the end, he dropped out of school and became a complete lunatic.
All of the above is the story in the original book.
But since Bruce Jr. gained the power of the evil god, everything has become different. One of the two brothers became an insurance investigator. Schiller suspected it was Jerome, because Jerome was more like the clown he knew. He kept chasing Bruce Jr. and almost rushed into his house.
But considering Jerome's education and personality, he would not apply for a job at an insurance company. Instead, Jerome, who has a low education and a bad mental state, is likely to end up doing this job.
After all, they look exactly the same, and it is difficult to tell who is who if neither of them is disfigured. Clowns are cunning, and Schiller cannot be 100% sure that the person sitting in front of him is Jerome.
The reason why we need to figure out who is who is because the two brothers have different personalities, Jerome is pure madness, while Jerome is very well disguised, and their goals are also different, one seems to purely want to destroy Gotham, while the other wants to rule Gotham.
More importantly, their relationships with Batman are different, which is why Schiller thinks Jerome is more like the Joker. In the original work, Jerome has been circling around Bruce, while Jerome, on the contrary, is more independent.
Jerome and Bruce Jr. have a deeper connection, so if the person in front of him is Jerome, Schiller can confidently guess that Bruce Jr. is also hiding at this time point. If it is Jerome, the evidence is insufficient.
Just as Schiller was thinking, the chef clapped his hands vigorously.
Snapped!
All the diners slowly raised their heads and turned to look in that direction. The chef stood in the middle and said.
"Thank you all for coming. Next, I and all the chefs of the Wayne Hotel will present a perfect feast for you. I will introduce you to the dishes and stories of all the ingredients. I hope you will have a perfect day here."
Very good, it seems that this day is destined not to be perfect, Schiller thought in his heart, I want to see what other tricks you can come up with.
The waiters flowed to the kitchen, and soon came out one by one, holding a black tray. They stood beside each table with plates in their hands, placing dishes one after another in front of the diners.
The process is standard and the movements are graceful. If you ignore the fact that there is a human head on the plate, it will definitely be a good start to a perfect day.
Schiller looked down at the thing on the plate. It would not be very accurate to say that it was a human head. It should be a head with completely rotten skin, half rotten brain, and all the eyeballs fallen out.
However, Schiller could still vaguely determine from the bone structure that this person was himself, and not Neog Sosip, but Schiller Rodriguez.
The rotten lips moved.
“I ate them, swallowed them into my stomach, and turned them into my nutrients, becoming the flowers nurtured by their souls.
There were fewer and fewer of them, and I felt hunger, and death was creeping in on me, and the flowers were withering.
I ate myself, my spleen first, which slid down into my stomach, thorns sprouted from petals, hard wood turned into soft rhizomes.
There were more and more of them, more and more of them, and I had never felt so satisfied. I was about to become a big tree.
Now, it's your turn, it's your turn."
Schiller looked around and saw that everyone at the table was reciting the same poem. After the words fell, someone picked up the cutlery.
……
The door to the restaurant was pushed open.
An identical man walked in, and under the chef's instruction, he sat back in his original seat, with his previous head in front of him.
The slight sound of knives and forks colliding echoed in the restaurant, and a veritable feast began.
Inspired by The Menu