Chapter 1794

Stark took Schiller toward the power distribution room on the top floor. He walked and looked around, saying: "This place still maintains the structure when I just took over Stark Group, it's nostalgic..."

Just as he turned to look at the glass on the side, the shadow of a head full of long black hair flashed across the glass. Stark let out another scream.

He wanted to turn back to find Schiller's figure, but just as he turned back, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the shadow of a circus clown with an exaggerated wig and a red nose flashing across the end of the corridor behind him.

Stark turned his face back again and let out a scream, not knowing which way to turn his head for a while.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?" Schiller looked at Stark and asked, and then he continued: "Isn't it you who provided all the theories related to ghosts to Nick?"

"Yes, but this is different from research. It's like even if you are a medical student who often dissects corpses, you still have to run when you meet a zombie. The ghosts in the laboratory won't rush up to bite me!"

Stark looked around suspiciously, frowned, recalled, and said: "When I ascended, I didn't seem to have seen this universe, or it wasn't like this at the time."

"Because according to our timeline, this is something that happened in the last year or so." Schiller looked at the female ghost in the mirror reflection.

Stark opened his mouth and said with some hesitation: "You can also see them, but according to my research at the time, only people who are afraid of ghosts will have brain waves..."

"There are many me's." Schiller answered concisely.

Stark snorted, clearly a bit dissatisfied with Schiller's answer, but he didn't say anything else. Just as he turned his head to walk, he saw a pair of light and swollen feet covered in corpse spots almost hitting his forehead.

"Ah!!!!"

After Stark finished screaming, he clenched his fists tightly, turned to roar at Schiller who was walking over.

"You said you were going out to throw out some trash and asked if I wanted to accompany you, but you kicked me into the portal, Schiller! You damn liar, you lied to me again!!!!"

"I did come to throw out the trash."

"Then where is the trash?"

"Thrown."

Stark slapped his forehead.

Schiller looked at him and said: "I'm very hungry."

Stark turned around helplessly and continued to walk forward, but the hanged ghost and the disheveled female ghost appeared in front of Stark from time to time to scare him. A road of tens of meters was walked for several minutes and still hadn't been finished.

Then Schiller discovered that Stark's essence wasn't fear of ghosts, he was afraid of all sudden frights, which is called "jumpscare" in English, that is, jumping in the face.

The reason for this conclusion is that at the door of their destination, the power distribution room, when a black monster that didn't look much different from an alien suddenly rushed out of the door, Stark was still startled.

But for some reason, this black monster ran past from the ceiling in a hurry, didn't even look at Stark and Schiller. Schiller looked at its receding back and said with some regret: "If you were faster, we might have been able to catch it."

"Forget about that." Stark swallowed his saliva and said: "I just saw that this thing has wounds on its back. It might have been unable to beat some monster inside and fled. What's in the power distribution room?"

Stark carefully leaned toward the door of the power distribution room. From the open door crack, he saw the figure of a thin woman with disheveled hair, and the most eye-catching thing was the two claws like ghost hands hanging by her side.

"What the hell? Did the monster in the movie run out? Isn't this universe chaotic enough?" Stark lowered his voice and said: "I seem to have seen this thing in the game Peter played. Is it true that as long as the sound is loud, she will go crazy?"

"The inspiration for Nick to manufacture them should be movies and games." Schiller said calmly.

Stark widened his eyes and said: "This is manufactured by Nick, what on earth is he doing?!!"

Then he looked at the witch who hadn't calmed down yet with some difficulty, and then found that the skin of this female humanoid monster was very shriveled, looking like a dried corpse. Where on earth did Nick dig this thing out from?

Stark hesitated for a while before making a decision. He said: "I know where the power interface is. Theoretically, we can bypass this monster. The only problem is that I don't have night vision, so I'm afraid I have to rely on your symbiote..."

"He's on vacation."

"What?"

"Literal meaning, Gray Mist is on vacation, so I don't have a symbiote to use now." Schiller stood on the other side of the door, looking at Stark and saying: "Tell me your plan, and then I'll go in."

But he suddenly saw Stark's expression hesitate. Those brown pupils stared at Schiller without blinking, and then asked: "Which means you will get hurt now?"

Schiller reached out and touched the blood flowing from the wound on his forehead.

Stark looked away with some guilt, touched his lips, and said: "You guys can't use the doctor's body to do this kind of thing, it's too crazy."

"We are also Schiller."

"You guys are certainly not." Stark didn't mean to joke at all. He said: "You are just parasites living in his body that will make him lose control and encounter danger, no different from possessed ghosts."

Schiller was about to speak, but Stark interrupted him before he could: "I know you guys are called pathological, you claim to be the side of Schiller's mental illness, but who would repeatedly mention that a patient is sick in front of him?"

"But we are also the source of his ability."

"What ability?" Stark asked in surprise, and then he found Schiller staring at his face without speaking, to be precise, staring at the wound on his head.

Stark recalled and found that when he had a fight with Schiller, Schiller's strength was abnormally large, and when fighting with that giant security zombie, it was even more outrageous. That zombie weighed at least 250 pounds, but Schiller could swing it like a rag doll and smash it to the ground.

Schiller glanced at the situation in the door crack and said: "I can artificially lift muscle restrictions."

Stark widened his eyes. Schiller put his hand on the door and continued: "And I have a certain range of sensing, like radar. I can feel that the woman in the room has calmed down."

Stark was about to say something, but there was a intermittent crying sound in the room. Stark remembered that Peter had explained to him that this kind of monster called a witch would happen to block the only way and cry. Anyone who disturbed her would be crazily retaliated by her.

"This is too risky." Stark lifted his lips to reveal his teeth, looked at Schiller and said: "Even if you won't die, it will be very painful."

"But your good doctor can't feel it."

Stark had nothing to say, but he was always very resistant to letting his friends take risks. His intelligent brain began to run wildly. Suddenly, he said as if he had a flash of inspiration.

"Why didn't this monster go after that alien?" Stark rolled his eyes upward, then looked up at the ceiling and said: "She can't fly, and she can't climb, so it's safe above... follow me, let's go upstairs!"

Schiller stared at the monster and didn't want to leave. Stark suddenly found that the tricks he used to deal with Helen on weekdays were very suitable for use now, because Schiller really looked like a child squatting in front of the shelf looking at the fancy toys and not wanting to leave.

"Listen, I don't think you are Schiller, so I can probably give you another name. I have also seen some so-called part of the pathology before, he also likes to say wheel-rolling words very much, so I call him Artificial Intelligence 1, you are Artificial Intelligence 2..."

Schiller finally moved his gaze away, looked at Stark intently, and said: "Besides greed, the first one you should know is pride..."

"That's Hydra 1." Stark stood straight, put his hands on his hips, and then stretched out a finger and said: "Alright, Artificial Intelligence 2, let's not waste time anymore, and you'd better not treat that woman as food. According to my rich understanding of female figures, this guy should be thin to the bone. I guarantee you will spend a lot of effort to catch her, and you definitely won't be able to eat a mouthful of meat."

Schiller stood straight with some reluctance, and Stark finally could take him upstairs.

Eddie was standing in the hospital's miscellaneous room, digging out a roll of fire safety belt from the bottom of the cabinet. It was used for rapid descent for disaster victims in high-rise buildings during a fire, so it was very long and quite strong.

"What on earth are you doing?" Venom asked.

"I want to fall directly to the ground from the window to avoid the zombies that may exist in the hospital corridor and ward." Eddie licked his lips, appearing very nervous. He just saw from the door number that this was the eighth floor, which was too stimulating a height for him.

"Are you mistaken?!" Venom said in an unbelievable tone: "You wouldn't jump down from the sixth floor even when I controlled your body, and now you say you want to descend from the eighth floor with this broken belt without my help?!"

Eddie squatted halfway in place, grinned, took a deep breath, tightly grabbed the fire safety belt, and said: "Listen, Venom, I'm not acting like a hero. You must understand that we are struggling to survive in a strange world, with no supplies and no retreat."

"Now is not the time for you to kill in all directions. The zombie virus cannot attack your symbiote factors, but this doesn't mean that you and them fighting has no consumption. As long as you fight, you will inevitably be injured. Once your power is exhausted, both of us will die."

"You have also seen that the situation in this world is very weird. The ghost face I just saw wasn't my illusion. There may be more monsters beyond imagination here, so we have to make the worst plan. Your power should be left for more important times."

"Are you serious? Eddie?!" Venom asked incredulously: "You intend to fight those monsters you can't possibly beat with your flesh?"

"I'm not you, Venom." Eddie lowered his hands, put his arms on his knees, and said: "I'm not a monster like you who is born strong but can't use power for various reasons. Strength isn't my normal state, weakness is."

"Humans are a weak species that can fall and kill themselves just by stepping on the stairs. We have never relied on strong physical strength to survive and rule this world. I will survive here, with you, understand?"

Venom was silent for a long time, and then he said like a child who was being awkward: "I still think you are crazy, but suit yourself. If you want me to save you, you have to buy me three times as many chocolate balls after we go back."

Eddie said: "Then just wait to be hungry."