Chapter 1936: U: Beyond the Great Event (62)

Schiller sighed lightly.

"Hello, Doctor," Peter's voice was full of panic, but one could tell he was trying his best to suppress his emotions and communicate as calmly as possible.

"Hello, who are you?"

"I am Peter Parker, but that's not important. I have something very important..."

"What is it?"

"Doctor, listen to me. Our friend is now locked in a very dangerous room, but the door is locked. They said you have the password. Can you tell me?"

"It's really, really dangerous now," Peter's tone trembled a bit. He said, "If you don't open the door, he will die! He will be burned to death! Please, tell me the password quickly!"

"How many digits is the password?"

"Four! Doctor, it's a four-digit number! Please, hurry!"

"I have received a string of numbers before."

"Please tell me quickly, Doctor, the fire has started!!!"

Schiller heard screams coming from the other side's receiver. It seemed that his teammates who were with him saw a tragic scene in a certain room. Peter's voice was almost crying.

"The password is 3452. Go, Peter."

The receiver was thrown down in a hurry. The sound of Peter running away became farther and farther, followed by the slight clicking sound of the password lock being turned.

Suddenly, violent screams erupted, followed by eerie silence.

"Why... why is it..." Peter's voice of disbelief sounded: "Why is it wrong?! Why..."

"Because the password I told you is wrong."

Schiller's calm voice came from the receiver.

The opposite side was even more eerily quiet.

Peter's roar suddenly sounded on the opposite side: "Why did you tell me the wrong password?! He was burned to ashes!!!"

"I did it on purpose."

Peter seemed to be stunned. Schiller continued: "I just wanted to kill him because he is my enemy."

"He... what grudge do you have with him?"

"I don't want to say, but I have been waiting for this call for a long time, Peter. You can't save him, because no matter what, I won't let you save him."

"You..."

A series of clattering sounds, it seemed that someone heard the conversation and snatched the receiver from Peter's hand.

"You damn madman! You killed him!!!"

"Yes, it was me who killed him, and I am feeling very happy."

"... Why?"

"Wouldn't you feel happy about killing your enemy?"

"What grudge do you have with him?!"

"Not him, his father," Schiller sighed deeply and said, "Some old grudges, and I don't want to tell you."

"Damn it, he was just lying to us, that person who left the note! He lied to us!" the girl said very angrily, "He said that as long as we get the password from a psychologist, we can save David, but he didn't say this psychologist is David's father's enemy!"

"We shouldn't have been so gullible," Peter's voice also came: "We were indeed too reckless. Making a phone call to someone could save a life—there's no such good thing. It's a complete scam! The murderer designed it from the beginning!"

"Calm down, children," Schiller spoke again.

"Shut up, you murderer!" the girl said very angrily, "You killed him!"

"But I was just taking revenge."

"No matter what grudges you have, you can't..."

"Why can't I? Answer me, why can't I kill my enemy's child?"

"Because, because it's against the law."

"But the law didn't punish his father either."

Only the sound of heavy breathing remained on the opposite side, and Schiller continued in a calm tone: "The person who gave you my phone number should be very clear about my identity. He knows what I have encountered, and he also knows that as long as you get through to the phone, your companion will definitely be killed. It was he who gave me the opportunity, wasn't it?"

"Wait," the girl suddenly reacted. She said, "When we just called, how did you know our companion was David?"

"That concerns a prophecy."

"Huh?!"

"Do you know that David's father was a cultist?"

"What? This... he has been dead for a long time."

"David's father went to Ragusa in Italy when he was young and found a necklace in the ruins of the old city. Later, a cult found him, and they used this necklace to perform a mysterious and bloody ritual."

"They killed many people. My sister was one of them. When I arrived at the scene, I saw a prophecy she left for me carved on her burned bones: 'Born of fire, must be destroyed by fire'."

"So when you said someone was going to be burned to death, I knew he must have a relationship with that bastard. This is the fire burned up from hell, the punishment he deserves."

"The victims back then were more than just me. If you want to know who gave you my phone number, go find clues."

The phone was put down. One of them covered the receiver with their hand, but Schiller could still tell what they were saying from the rustling sound.

"It seems the other party is the kind of NPC in the game, introducing the background story to us. I thought this would be an alien story, but I didn't expect it to be a cult."

"This is great. The only eyewitness David is dead, and another inexplicable Ragusa city and necklace have popped up. What should we do?"

"What he said might not be true, but I think David's father really has a problem. Don't you remember? He said his mother was missing. Could it be that his father... do you remember the old house he mentioned?"

"We'd better go there quickly. This psychologist was right about one thing: the person who left the note for us definitely has bad intentions. If he gets there one step ahead of us two..."

The sound of the discussion became smaller and smaller. After a while, the phone was hung up.

Schiller just put down the phone, and the phone rang again. This time, the one calling was Captain America. His tone was a bit anxious, but not as panicked as Peter's.

"Hello, is this Dr. Rodriguez? I am Steve Rogers. We need professional medical help now."

"Please speak."

"It's like this. I have a friend named Coulson. He seems to have a mental illness attack. Can you give any useful suggestions?"

Schiller listened carefully to the sound of his voice and found that there seemed to be an echo, and besides the echo, there was almost no sound, which was very empty.

"Please describe his symptoms."

"Well, okay, he just suddenly started convulsing all over, foaming at the mouth, and then started struggling to attack people. His strength is very great. There are four of us here, but the other three combined can't hold him down."

"Is there a history of hereditary mental illness and past medical history?"

"I don't know if there is a hereditary history, but there is definitely no past medical history."

"Are you in a town called Lodsan?"

"What Lodsan? This is a manor called Belle-Awhite, probably in Maryland."

"Yes, but there is a town called Lodsan nearby. The church in the town is very famous, but it is only famous locally. If you are from out of town, you might not have heard of it."

"But what does this have to do with my friend's attack?"

"Your friend is not mentally ill. If possible, go to the church in Lodsan town and find a priest."

Captain America was silent for a while and then said: "What do you mean? Aren't you a psychologist?"

"Yes, but I said this is not a mental illness. You shouldn't have gone there."

"Wait a minute," Captain America interrupted him and said: "You know something, right? Please tell me immediately. This is very important."

Schiller sighed and said, "I don't know how that old guy tricked you, but there is no treasure there, only a curse. The vengeful spirits left behind by that tragedy 20 years ago are still wailing..."

"What are you..."

Another series of clattering sounds, the receiver was snatched away. This time, Nick's voice appeared on the other side of the receiver, but it sounded a bit older than the Nick Schiller knew.

"Doctor, we didn't want to come here ourselves, but we were indeed trapped here. If you have any useful information, please be sure to tell us."

"If you can't get out for the time being, find a place to lock up your crazy companion. Wait until you find a way out, then take him with you. Don't think about treating him."

"I guess someone gave you my phone number, but there are so many psychologists in this world, why me?"

"Doctor, what is going on with that manor, that small town, and the tragedy you mentioned?"

Schiller sighed long again and said: "There weren't many survivors to begin with. Most of them died. I might be the only one left, so your phone call would be made to me."

"I can only tell you that the case 20 years ago was not as the police said, leaving nothing behind. You might think I'm a madman, but indeed some traces were left, traces of souls."

"But we didn't see any town on the way here."

"Because except for souls, nothing is left."

"Fine, Doctor. I assume you mean our companion was possessed by a ghost. Is there any solution?"

"If there were, the town wouldn't have disappeared without a trace."

"Then how did you survive?"

"Because of a necklace. A cultist once brought it out from the ruins of the old city of Ragusa. They once held a bloody ritual in the town, and then the town disappeared."

"My sister fell in love with that cultist, but she took his necklace and gave it to me, so I was exempted from the sacrifice and survived."

"I'm sorry..."

"No need to be sorry. Now they have paid the price they deserve. I can only tell you that the measures that can be taken now are to lock up your companion first..."

Just as Schiller said this, he heard a loud bang over there, followed by screams and roars.

"Coulson, Coulson, stop! Oh no, Steve, hurry and hold him down!!"

"Tie him up immediately after catching him," Schiller roared at this end of the phone: "Don't worry about him getting hurt. Hesitation will kill him."

Another series of busy sounds, and then Schiller heard Steve shout: "We don't have rope."

"Break his limbs!"

"No, I can't..."

A loud bang, followed by several screams. After a few minutes of chaos, Nick's panting voice sounded on the other end of the phone: "Thanks, Doctor. I temporarily pressed him with a big cabinet. We will find a place to lock him up."

"It's fine as long as you're okay. There's a call coming in, I'll hang up first."

After saying this, Schiller hung up the phone, but as soon as he hung up, the phone rang again.

"Hello, hello."

"Hello? You... are you Schiller?!!" ===== CHAPTER 1937 =====