amaotonovel Chapter 2788 Phantom Chamber (4)
Chapter 2788 Phantom Chamber (4)
Chapter 2788 Phantom Chamber (XIV)
After knowing that the hotel where Peter was staying might be even more dangerous, Schiller didn't want him to explore anymore, because he might not be able to see the many dangers beneath the calm surface and would be too easily let down his guard.
Schiller speculated that since the two ordinary people in rooms 1901 and 1903 were able to persist for so long without being completely assimilated, there might be such people in rooms 1907 and 1909. As long as they were still sane and able to communicate, they would definitely be able to provide more important information if they had stayed longer than himself.
It was almost 1 a.m. when Schiller left the room with a flashlight. He did not intend to wait until the next morning, because in a place like this, there was no difference between day and night, and the monsters in the Cthulhu mythology system were not afraid of light.
Schiller opened the door gently. The corridor was dark. The mysterious person who made the elevator sound had left. Schiller held a flashlight in one hand and an unlit white candle in the other, and came to the door of Room 1907 as quickly as possible.
Instead of knocking on the door, he wrote a few words on a piece of notepaper, stuffed it through the crack in the door, making some rustling noises, and then waited patiently for the other party's response.
He guessed that there was someone inside the door for no specific reason, it was just intuition, but sometimes, magic just requires some inspiration and intuition.
Sure enough, Schiller heard some noises behind the door soon, and another note was handed back. It was a note that the hotel had placed on the bedside table, and it said, "Whoever you are, get out of here as soon as possible."
"I'm trapped," Schiller replied. "I can't leave the 19th floor now. Do you have any ideas?"
"Follow 'it'. You only have one chance."
Schiller immediately realized that in addition to the sound of the alarm clock in each room, the elevator would make an extra sound, which proved that the mysterious entity was most likely to have come up via the elevator and that it had a way to use the elevator.
Since it can use the elevator, Schiller can follow it into the elevator and go to other floors, but the only question is, can this thing really be approached at close range?
Schiller did not completely trust the person in Room 1907, because he might have undergone the same mutation as the person in Room 1903, and was just lying to harm others.
"Who are you?" Schiller asked a key question.
Another note was quickly handed out, and the name written on it made Schiller open his eyes in shock. "I am James Gordon" was written very forcefully on the note.
The font seemed to carry a lot of resentment, the strokes were very forceful, and it could be seen that the person's hands were shaking. If he was really James Gordon, he must be in a bad condition now.
Schiller was about to reply to him when another note was handed to him. Schiller was about to reach out to take it, but he saw in the light of the flashlight that the note was wet.
Another note was passed out, and it still had "I am James Gordon!!!" written on it. Then came the second, third, and fourth notes. Countless notes were passed out from the crack in the door frantically, and they all had "I am James Gordon!!!" written on them in a very resentful font.
Gordon was in trouble indeed. Schiller narrowed his eyes slightly. Sticky notes were still being stuffed out, but some of them were stained with water.
Schiller didn't touch any of them.
Suddenly, the sticky notes stopped appearing. After a pause of about ten seconds, the last piece of paper appeared in front of Schiller. On it was written "Open the door for me" in blood-red font.
"Listen, Gordon, I know you are still sane, at least part of you is still sane, please give me the door card right now, I want to open the door and save you."
"I know you don't trust me, but whether you open the door or not, you are doomed to die. If your body can be left outside, it can at least serve as a warning to those who come after you, or let that thing in the corridor kill you and prevent the spread of contamination."
Schiller spoke quickly. He knew this was the last chance to save Gordon. Whether the detective could survive the day depended on whether his remaining sanity could control him to hand over the door card.
Schiller believes that as Gotham's last conscience, he can do it.
With a click, the door card fell to the ground, but it was not handed out from the crack in the door. Schiller could see the threshold with the help of the flashlight, but the other party seemed too weak to bend down.
Schiller took out his own pocket knife and tried hard to put the knife in. The tip of the knife touched the edge of the threshold, but it was still a little short. He couldn't exert any force at all.
Suddenly, a foot moved at the door, and Gordon kicked the door card out with his right foot. The next second after Schiller got the door card, he stuck the door card to the door without hesitation and used all his strength to push the door open. With a bang, a black shadow was knocked out and fell heavily to the ground.
Schiller did not rush to shine the flashlight on him, but turned on the lights in the room as quickly as possible. Only then did he have time to look at Gordon - only one-third of Gordon's neck was still connected to his body.
And on the broken one-third section, there were many egg-like things growing, as if densely packed black plastic balls were embedded in the flesh and blood. Just one look at it, Schiller felt as if he had been hit hard, and his eyes hurt so much that they seemed to jump out of their sockets.
Although his sanity value would not decrease, he was still not completely immune to this compulsory mental attack. Schiller leaned back suddenly and hit the wall directly.
At this time, Gordon had already stood up. He looked like he wanted to attack Schiller, but he seemed to be held back by something. He stood there shaking constantly, and his neck was about to break.
Schiller didn't care about his broken forehead. He rushed to Gordon as fast as he could, held him down, and stabbed his neck with a knife.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
The scream Gordon made didn't sound like something a human could make. It was more like a terrifying baby scream.
But Schiller's hands did not stop at all. After inserting the knife, he dug out one of the black eggs with force and threw it aside. With a snap, the semi-soft shell broke, and a mollusk that looked like a slug fell to the ground, rolling over and trying to get closer to Schiller.
Schiller had no time to deal with it now. After stomping it to pieces with his foot, he returned to Gordon. However, the other black eggs buried in the flesh and blood seemed to be stimulated and had begun to hatch. Slugs as thick as half a palm began to drill into Gordon's body frantically.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
Now it was Gordon who was screaming.
Schiller tried hard to pick out the worms with a knife, but one of the worms went down the esophagus into Gordon's stomach, as if it was going to swallow his internal organs. Schiller stood up quickly, opened the bedroom door, and sure enough, he found a bottle of red wine on the bedside table.
He picked up the red wine, broke the neck of the bottle, pried open Gordon's mouth and poured the wine into his stomach. Gordon twitched and rolled forward, and finally lay on the ground and vomited hard, and the slug was vomited out by him.
Schiller did not stop immediately. He took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out a handful of medicine, and stuffed it all into Gordon's mouth. This was a very concentrated painkiller.
Then he took out the needle and thread from the inside pocket of his windbreaker. Of course, they were not those used for surgery, but ordinary needle and thread. However, he could not care less about that now. Schiller straightened the position of Gordon's neck and began to sew.
Theoretically, a neck broken like this is definitely impossible to save, but Gordon should have been contaminated after all, and the vitality of a contaminated monster must be stronger than that of other people. Now as long as we stop the bleeding, suture the wound, and let Gordon's consciousness prevail, he can still be saved.
After the eggs and slugs were removed from his body, Gordon calmed down reluctantly, his eyes turning towards Schiller, as if observing who he was.
Schiller sewed Gordon's neck very roughly, taking great care not to get blood on anything except his hands, which he then washed clean with the remaining red wine.
The painkillers took effect quickly, and Gordon's vitality did improve. He was even able to stand up slowly, then he touched his neck, let out a long breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "Whoever you are, thank you, you saved my life."
Schiller shook the red wine off his hands, looked at the young face of James Gordon, and shook his head helplessly. If the complete Gordon was a good teammate, he would be a good teammate, but unfortunately, everyone in this universe is young, and the Gordon in front of him looked to be in his 20s, a complete rookie.
"Tell me what's going on here." Schiller walked over and closed the door, then said, "I just arrived yesterday and live in 1905."
Gordon looked a little pale. He sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and slowly recounted his horrific experience here.
"I didn't come much earlier than you. Three days ago, I received a message from Bruce Wayne. He said he was in some trouble at the Wayne Hotel and asked me to help him."
"I heard that he got into trouble in his own hotel. Didn't you ever doubt it?" Schiller had to ask this because the loophole was too obvious.
But Gordon looked at Schiller strangely and said, "You are not from here, are you? In recent years, it is not surprising for people in Gotham to get into trouble anywhere, even in their own bathtub."
Schiller then remembered that young Bruce had used the power of the evil god to clear Gotham's evil curse. Many people who were particularly deeply contaminated were eliminated by him, and the power of the evil god had already contaminated the city. It was likely that for a long time, the people of Gotham had been living with these horrors.
"I know it's that kind of thing." Gordon said, "It's the kind of thing we often encounter recently. It's very dangerous and terrifying, and Bruce Wayne must not get into trouble. The battle at Falcone Manor has already cost us too much."
"Falconete Estate?"
"Yes, the place was completely contaminated. Maroni killed Falcone and turned into a tumor of flesh more than ten meters high. He killed many people in the police station. In the end, it took Bruce and I to work together and cast a large flame bomb to kill him."
Schiller nodded to show that he understood. Gordon didn't want to talk about the past glory. He said: "I realized that Bruce was in trouble. I rushed here as fast as I could, but it was too late."
"I felt something was wrong when I went upstairs because I felt the elevator was a bit too humid, but I was eager to save people, so I rushed into Room 1907 as quickly as possible."
"You didn't find Bruce."
"He's not here at all." Gordon looked a little confused. He said, "I don't think Bruce would lie to me."
"But the evil god may not be." Schiller said very bluntly: "Something must have deceived you."
"Yes, but I knew it too late."
"How did you become contaminated?"
"Actually, I don't know either." Gordon also looked confused. He said, "When I found that Bruce was not here, I realized that I might have fallen into a trap, but when I wanted to leave, I found that the elevator was no longer working, so I had to spend some time looking for a way out of here."
"But during this process, I felt my neck was becoming more and more uncomfortable and it kept tilting to one side."
"It wasn't until this morning when I looked in the mirror that I realized my neck was broken, and it was broken on my first day here."