Chapter 2771

After receiving this news, Schiller walked to the bathroom of his room without stopping. He knew the toilet was broken before, but he didn't have time to repair it. However, Peter found an alarm clock in the toilet tank of the room in 1903, which meant that the toilet was very likely not broken by accident.

Schiller pried open the connection of the toilet tank lid with a small knife. After taking the lid off, he didn't find any anomalies in the tank. Then he turned back to the bedroom and took the alarm clock over, hesitating whether to throw it in.

Throwing it in now had two possibilities. Either the toilet indeed had abnormal phenomena, and the alarm would ring directly, very likely attracting that unknown monster with the sound. Or the toilet had no problems at all, and the problem was with the alarm clock. After the alarm clock was thrown in, it wouldn't ring at all, and Schiller's room wouldn't make any sound tonight.

The guest in Room 1903 said that the sound like an elevator was a check-in like a dormitory manager. Only when the alarm clock in your room rang did it represent that there were people in this room, and then no supernatural phenomena would happen.

Then Schiller threw the alarm clock into the tank. What if it didn't ring tonight, and what the Short one said was true? It was said that the strange monster might come in, or the room might have some other supernatural phenomena.

Just as Schiller was thinking, Peter suddenly sent a message. He said: "I heard a sound, that person might be back."

"Hide." Schiller said: "Go to the bedroom and hide in the wardrobe. He couldn't have gone out only once today. He must be going to have dinner."

Peter did as he was told at top speed. He rushed into the bedroom with long strides, pulled open the wardrobe door, and walked in. The next second, the door outside the living room was opened.

This wasn't filming a movie. If Peter could see Short through the crack of the wardrobe, Short could definitely see him. So he didn't even want to see who came in, but Peter was very smart. He made a video call and shared the vision and hearing with Dr. Nyarlathotep.

Schiller listened carefully on the other end of the phone, and then realized something was wrong. The person who came in wasn't that Short one because Peter had shared the vision and hearing with him before. Schiller remembered the footsteps of Short, and it wasn't like this.

It was Jerome who came in, Schiller guessed. This guy went out in the middle of the night, not knowing what he was doing. Assuming the hotel on that side was relatively normal, it was possible for Jerome to steal a key card by doing some petty theft in the middle of the night.

But why did he want to enter Room 1903?

Jerome was also rummaging for something in the room.

He was about to find the bathroom. Peter said very nervously: "I didn't have time to clean up. The tank lid is still open. He will definitely realize that someone..."

"But he won't necessarily realize it's someone else." Schiller said very calmly. Although the situation was very tense now, Peter was unarmed, and that Jerome was aggressive. Schiller didn't believe he didn't carry a gun. Once the two encountered, Peter might suffer a big loss.

But he still analyzed calmly: "You are a complete variable. It is more reasonable for him to think that the guest in Room 1903 realized someone was following him, so he hid some things in advance."

"But he smiled at me yesterday."

"He wasn't necessarily smiling at you." Schiller said: "Maybe he was just smiling at the guest in Room 1905. He hadn't really seen you."

Peter's heart settled a little, but his heartbeat was still very fast because Jerome had already rushed into the bathroom. He was definitely looking for something.

Peter looked down at the alarm clock in his hand. Was this the key? If he couldn't find it in the bathroom, would he open the wardrobe?

Jerome came out of the bathroom, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. He clearly found the anomaly in the tank and must be looking for something.

Peter was very nervous. He didn't know why he was so afraid of this man who looked very ordinary. Clearly, he still had the equipment of the Spider Army in his hand, and if things weren't right, he could immediately return to the space where the Black Sun was. But Peter just felt a chill, and his brain wasn't very clear.

Peter didn't know what Jerome saw, but he could see Jerome's face turn pale, and his expression was a bit trance-like. Soon Jerome withdrew his gaze, didn't know where he touched, and took out a syringe and stuck it into his arm.

The syringe contained something black and red, which looked a bit like blood, but Peter, who had medical knowledge, knew that blood couldn't return to the body in such a way. This might be a medicine like blood.

Jerome's face was still pale, but his expression looked much better. Then he raised his eyes to look at Peter. He didn't say anything, just held up the mobile phone that hadn't lit up the screen as a mirror to shine on Peter.

Peter saw that his own face in the screen was terribly pale, and his pupils were also showing signs of dilation. Why did he become like this when he clearly hadn't done anything?

Jerome didn't say anything. He seemed to have made some preparations. Just when the footsteps stopped in front of the wardrobe, he slightly arched his body, like an arrow on the string.

But suddenly the footsteps left again, and they were in a hurry, walking toward the outside of the door. Jerome seemed to have remembered something. Before the footsteps completely disappeared, he rushed out of the wardrobe and chased after the man who left.

Peter, who was left in the wardrobe, was a bit stunned. He walked out of the door and saw some water stains on the ground. He thought it might be the water he made when the two people who went to the bathroom stepped on it, so he didn't care and walked over the water stains.

He felt that he needed to rest in the bedroom for a while. This feeling was very strong. Peter didn't even care about the message Schiller sent. After entering the room, he fell asleep.

Finding that Peter didn't reply, Schiller also knew that he must have encountered something on his side. Peter's sanity value was really too low. No matter what he encountered, he couldn't carry it alone.

Moreover, he had already obtained enough information and vaguely had a deduction. But no matter what, he had to survive this second night, which was dangerous enough, otherwise all deductions wouldn't have a chance to be practiced.

The room had already begun to change.

About ten minutes ago, some noise began to come from the TV. That wasn't the lines of the program the TV was playing, but some retro music. The lyrics couldn't be heard clearly, but it didn't match the whole room at all, making people feel inexplicably awkward.

But it was still noon now, so no substantial phenomena occurred. Schiller ate some snacks and fruits prepared in the hotel, drank some water, and took a nap on the bed.

By the time he woke up, it was already dusk, and the anomalies in the house were more obvious.

The TV was no longer playing programs, but a segment was flashing in a loop. The music was getting louder and louder, reaching a harsh level.

The curtains in the room disappeared for some reason. The very dazzling dusk light shone directly into the room. The reflection of all things was strengthened by a double. The whole room was almost turning into a golden birdcage, full of dazzling colors, making people unable to open their eyes.

The sound of the wind had been coming from outside the window, and the window frame was blown with a 'tick-tock' sound. Accompanied by the sky getting darker and darker, this situation was getting more and more serious. The wind wasn't wind anymore, but more like a powerful fist constantly hammering the window, as if some monster was about to rush in.

The bathtub in the bathroom kept making sounds, first 'gurgle-gurgle', and then the sound of the wind came from the pipe.

When the sky turned completely dark, the lights didn't turn on. Only the firelight of the electronic fireplace remained in all the rooms, and the shadows of the furniture seemed to have changed shape, like ghost shadows with claws and teeth.

Schiller just sat on the sofa and watched all this silently. This kind of simple sound and light supernatural phenomenon couldn't cause any impact on him.

Schiller wasn't without fear. Loneliness patients weren't completely without emotions. They were more like having no channels for emotional expression. However, Schiller belonged to the kind of loneliness patients whose emotions weren't very rich. Basically, there were no intense emotions. Occasionally, there were some impulsive emotions, which were basically inverted.

If it were the complete Schiller, he might indeed be affected by this, but the problem was that Schiller only brought one personality trait here. He was just a bishop. His emotion manager, whether hardware or software, was in the high tower and wasn't brought here. He didn't have the conditions to fear.

The greatest lethality of the Cthulhu myth system lay in the destruction of cognition. For example, ants felt good when living in their own ant nests, but once they awakened knowledge and realized that they were just a pathetic ant, they would collapse in an instant.

But awakening knowledge and obtaining cognition also required hardware. Now the personality trait of the bishop could think completely because it was streamed from the high tower. But as long as he didn't stream, he didn't have the parts to obtain forbidden knowledge and cognitive truth at all, so his sanity value was almost infinitely high. This was also the main reason why he dared to break into the hotel so rashly.

However, not all Outer Gods were fair, or rather, the Outer God related to little Bruce was exceptionally unfair.

It was said that the Outer Gods didn't care about humans at all, but one of them cared to death. The means he adopted wouldn't just be instilling knowledge.

Sure enough, the moment the sky turned completely dark, with a 'bang', the TV exploded. And when that hidden current sound came, Schiller had already hidden behind the sofa.

Very good, now it's the 'Final Destination' set.

Schiller didn't pause for half a second. After the TV exploded once, Schiller rushed over, hugged the hot TV that had just exploded, rushed to the window, opened the window, and threw the TV out.

With a 'bang', the drawer of the cabinet opened, and the drawer flew directly toward Schiller. Schiller picked up the table lamp next to him and hit the drawer away like playing baseball.

The drawer fell to the ground. Schiller rushed over again and threw the drawer out of the window.

The table lamp in his hand began to fly out uncontrollably. Schiller threw the table lamp out of the window without hesitation.

The ceiling lamp on his head began to flash sparks. This Schiller could indeed not remove, but taking advantage of the ceiling lamp not exploding yet, he threw almost all the things he could move in the living room out of the window, and then rushed into the bedroom.

With a 'bang', the ceiling lamp exploded, and glass fragments splashed everywhere. Schiller didn't stop after entering the bedroom. Sheets, quilts, pillowcases, everything he could throw was thrown out of the window.

Even the two nightstands that weren't too big were thrown out by him. That was the bed being too big, he couldn't move it, otherwise he would have thrown it out too.

But he couldn't move the bed, which didn't mean others couldn't. The bed floated up slowly and flew toward Schiller.

Schiller returned to the living room, but at this time the sofa and nightstand he couldn't move also floated up.

This wasn't trying to kill me, Schiller thought. If there was any supernatural power that wanted to kill an ordinary person, there was no need to be so troublesome. When the TV exploded just now, if it had brought out some sparks, the thick smoke would have choked a person to death in two minutes, or simply adjusted the central air conditioning to a temperature that the human body couldn't bear. Ordinary people were still too fragile after all.

But the existence that caused this supernatural phenomenon didn't do so, but threw things like a child to hit people. This proved that the other party didn't want to kill him at all.

Then there was only one possibility left. Schiller looked back at the bathroom door. There must be something in the bathroom that could kill him.

Schiller didn't enter the bathroom. He rushed to the window at top speed, turned over, and threw himself out of the window.

But don't misunderstand, he wasn't going to commit suicide. His hands were clinging to the window sill outside the hotel, and his whole body was pressed against the hotel wall.

A gust of wind blew, but it couldn't affect Schiller because the wind blew from between the two hotels, blowing on Schiller's side, and the wind-receiving area was very small, so there was no problem for the time being.

It was quiet in the room too. It seemed that the existence in the room couldn't affect the outside.