Chapter 1920: U: Beyond the Great Event (46)

Just as Schiller and Bat-Bane walked out of the clinic door, Bat-Bane felt a "Whoosh" of cold wind blow from the end of the corridor, blowing up the stray hair on his forehead.

Bat-Bane opened his eyes wide, rubbed them with his hand, took half a step forward, leaned his upper body forward, and looked at the end of the corridor.

He thought he had seen wrong just now. Why, after the wind blew past, did he vaguely see black hair being blown up at the end of the corridor? Was there a woman standing there?

Bat-Bane was about to walk out to take a closer look when he was pulled by a hand. He turned his head and saw it was Schiller.

Bat-Bane's gaze fell on the hand Schiller was using to pull him, the meaning of his gaze clearly asking why he was pulling him. Schiller shook his head gently and said.

"I'll emphasize it to you again: there might be supernatural events in this hospital. You should prepare yourself..."

"I don't buy that." Bat-Bane pulled his arm back and said, "Even if there really are ghosts in this world, I won't be afraid. Everything can be explained by science."

As he spoke, he walked to the center of the corridor, facing the window where the ghost shadow had appeared. Sure enough, there was a black-haired woman whose hair was being blown by the wind.

Bat-Bane saw that this female ghost shadow in red clothes had a pale face and blood-red eyes. He snorted lightly and walked with firm steps toward the female ghost.

"I want to see..."

The next second, Bat-Bane froze.

Because he saw another familiar figure behind the female ghost.

"Ah!"

"Bang!"

The clinic door was slammed shut. Bat-Bane leaned against the door, his hands pressed against his back, staring at Schiller, who was not far from him, with a look as if he had seen a ghost.

He looked at Schiller, turned to look at the observation window of the door, and then turned back to look at Schiller.

Bat-Bane rubbed his eyes hard.

"I told you there were supernatural events." Schiller looked at Bat-Bane and said.

"But you didn't tell me this ghost was you!!" Bat-Bane was almost roaring. He said, "What's going on? Why are there two of you?!"

"Some accidents occurred." Schiller tilted his head and said, "Now you should be able to understand how I felt when I discovered you weren't sick just now."

This made Bat-Bane reveal a surprised expression. He squinted one eye and asked, "Are all the Batmans you know sick?"

"That depends on whether you define 'sick' as pathological or emotional. For the latter, don't look at me with that look of having seen a ghost anymore. We need to think of a way."

"But..." Bat-Bane choked, sighed, pointed at Schiller, then pointed outside the observation window, then pointed back at Schiller, finally pointed at himself with his fingers together, and spread his hands.

This series of actions already explained his attitude—now the monster and the player are both you, what can I do?

"What clothes was I wearing when you saw me just now?"

Schiller's question made Bat-Bane even more surprised. He was about to ask what that had to do with anything, but seeing Schiller's serious eyes, he knew that this seemingly absurd event was likely not a joke.

"Wait a minute, let me guess." Bat-Bane held up a hand to stop Schiller from speaking and said, "Some evil spirit in your body ran out, and you can't control it."

Schiller nodded, then shook his head.

Bat-Bane revealed a confused expression. Schiller looked at him and said, "'Some' isn't very accurate."

Bat-Bane widened his eyes.

"The term 'evil spirit' is interesting, but not accurate." Schiller shook his head gently, looked outside the observation window, and said, "You should have guessed it too. We are currently in a special dream."

"The problem is that patients with dissociative identity disorder have independent identities in dreams, and some of my personalities took this opportunity to run out."

"But the owner of this dream isn't me, but very likely the murderer of this level. This has caused the pathological personalities to be in a very strange state. They don't look like physical entities, not even ghosts, but a kind of spirit that can only be reflected by reflective objects."

Schiller looked outside the observation window again and said, "But this isn't good news. It seems that the pathological personalities as spirits can simultaneously influence the entities and ghosts in this dream, achieving a total kill."

"Wait a minute." Bat-Bane interrupted Schiller. He frowned, pressed his ear against the door panel, and looked at Schiller, saying, "Did you hear any sound?"

Schiller remained quiet and didn't answer. Bat-Bane listened carefully. It was a low "Woo-woo" sound, seemingly coming from the corridor.

Bat-Bane opened the door, and another gust of cold wind blew in. But he stared at the window where the ghost shadow had disappeared, only to find the window was closed.

Bat-Bane frowned tightly, as if thinking of something, and said, "If this is a dream, our bodies should still be on the bus. Then are what we see and hear in the dream really only existing in the dream?"

Suddenly, a cold light flashed before Bat-Bane's eyes. He felt a hand grab his arm and pull him back violently. With a "Bang," the door was shut, and Bat-Bane fell to the ground.

The person who pulled him back was Schiller, and the cold light that had just flown past his eyes was now stuck diagonally into the opposite wall. Bat-Bane, who stood up through the observation window, could see it was a sharp glass shard.

"What color clothes was I wearing when you saw me just now?!" Schiller asked this question again, the seriousness in his tone reaching the point of urgency.

"Black, it was black."

"Damn it."

As his voice fell, Schiller walked quickly to the clinic window. He tried to lock the window, but it didn't budge. Looking out the window, the originally normal scenery was all shrouded in a layer of hazy mist. If looked at closely, it would distort into ripples and vortexes.

The fact that this was a dream didn't need to be proven by the scenery outside the window, but this way, the path to leave the hospital building was blocked. If they wanted to leave the room, they could only go back to the corridor.

"I don't understand." Bat-Bane spread his hands and said, "Aren't you one person? You..."

"Crash!"

When the glass shards of the door's observation window passed before Bat-Bane's eyes, they carried colorful light. Reflected on the smooth surface was a man wearing a black shirt.

It looked like Schiller, but it wasn't him. He wasn't wearing glasses, and in his exposed gray eyes, there was only the bloodthirst and cruelty of a hunter.

"That's Hunting." Schiller said while walking quickly toward the door, "We have to leave here quickly, find a safe place, and I'll explain it to you."

After speaking, he pushed aside Bat-Bane, who was standing by the door, and reached out to turn the doorknob. But after the click of the door lock opening, he didn't open the door immediately.

The next second, with a "Boom," the ceiling in front of the door collapsed. Schiller's expression didn't change. He pushed the door open a crack, kicked the plaster shards blocking the door away with his foot, and walked out.

Bat-Bane followed behind him, continuously feeling the cold wind coming from behind. The look of contemplation on his face grew deeper.

Just as another gust of cold wind brushed past his side, Bat-Bane shuddered and suddenly realized.

He quickened his pace, almost shoulder-to-shoulder with Schiller, who was walking in front, and said, "We should indeed find a safe place. I also have some speculations to tell you."

"This floor can't be stayed on. Let's go up." Schiller looked up at the top of the stairs and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it will be relatively safe up there."

"Without your pathological spirit?"

"It's a relatively safe personality."

The two walked into the stairwell with flying steps. Just after stepping over two steps, Bat-Bane looked up and saw a long-haired female ghost lying on the railing above.

Bat-Bane's expression stiffened slightly, but the next second he was completely stunned, because this female ghost wasn't keeping this posture to scare people; she looked like she had fallen here from somewhere.

This fall didn't treat the female ghost lightly. Bat-Bane discovered that the female ghost's head was stuck directly in the corner of the railing. In other words, it wasn't that the female ghost wanted to stare at the two with this scary posture, but that she was stuck and could only maintain this posture.

Bat-Bane paused his steps and asked, "What now?"

"Do you often feel embarrassed for others?"

"Sometimes, but not often."

"I don't, so we'll just walk past."

After speaking, Schiller walked up a flight of stairs quickly, then walked past the female ghost and arrived upstairs.

Bat-Bane wasn't too afraid when he walked up, but it was indeed quite embarrassing.

Because the female ghost's posture looked quite scary from downstairs, with two blood-red eyes flashing in the hanging black hair, but after walking up and looking at her from the side, she was just bending over, lowering her head, and stretching her neck, a bit like a moron licking an iron railing in winter, looking not very smart.

Bat-Bane also hurried his pace and walked past the female ghost quickly, then called out to Schiller in front, saying, "Didn't you say this floor would be relatively safe? Then what's going on with her?"

Schiller looked back at the female ghost. The female ghost was still staring at the two with those two big red eyeballs. Unfortunately, her head couldn't move, and she could only move her eyeballs. It couldn't be said to be terrifying, only slightly funny.

But Schiller's expression didn't soften at all because of this scene. He said, "She fell from a higher place, which just shows that this floor isn't very dangerous."

The two walked to the corridor on the floor above at top speed, then found the nearest room, walked in, and closed the door, but didn't lock it.

This happened to be an office. Schiller picked up a piece of paper on the table at top speed, stuck the top edge into the gap between the observation window glass and the door panel, covered the observation window, and then pulled the curtains.

Bat-Bane found another piece of paper and wrote and drew on it, seemingly organizing his thoughts. When the two sat down on opposite sides of the table, they spoke almost at the same time.

"You speak first." Schiller said.

"No, I might need some time to organize my thoughts. You speak first."

"What I'm about to say is bad news." Schiller also took a piece of paper and simply drew the structure of his Mind Tower and Abyss for Bat-Bane. Ignoring Bat-Bane's look of listening to a heavenly book, he outlined in the Abyss and said.

"My pathological personalities don't have as clear a dividing line as normal personality traits. It can even be said that they are one complete trait, but the premise is that they must stay in my subconscious."

"The collection of pathological personalities is like a precision machine, with engines, levers, gears, and bearings, not completely crazy, but quite cleverly maintaining a balance."

"But once they are scattered and independent, some highly aggressive personalities will become very dangerous."

Schiller looked up at Bat-Bane and said, "And as far as I know, there are at least four such evil ghosts in this building, namely Hunting, Art, Gluttony, and Abuse." ===== CHAPTER 1921 =====