Chapter 2772

This question aroused Shiler's vigilance. Since Jerome asked this, it meant that he might also communicate with someone in the hotel he was in now, but this kind of communication might not be real-time.

The hypothesis of the time difference was clearer. If the two hotels were one after another, then the one before leaving a message for the one after, the two would be equivalent to being able to communicate, especially if the two people checked into the same room. The one with the earlier timeline left something, and the one with the later timeline could see it immediately.

But if this was the case, how could there be a time difference? The cause of the previous time, the result of the later time, the influence of changing the past on the present should be immediate.

Shiler thought again, but in this situation, only the person at the earlier time point could leave a message for the person at the later time point. The future couldn't leave a message for the past. Maybe it was precisely because of this that the communication was not smooth, and it could only be directed by the past to the future.

Shiler didn't answer immediately either, but after dragging for a while, he said, "Yes, but time is limited, and it requires a price."

Shiler saw the knowing look of Jerome through Peter's eyes. Shiler didn't ask any new questions. Jerome sent a message, "Looks like this boy is just an ordinary person, then you must be a powerful person. I think we can cooperate to investigate the truth of the incident."

Shiler snorted coldly, then sent a message, "You said no one could come out of this room alive, then you should treat me as a dead person even more, instead of still thinking about cooperating with me. Tell me, what do you know about this room."

Jerome didn't seem to be willing to spit it out easily, but Shiler wasn't in a hurry. Finding that Shiler had a kind of calm that wasn't panicked at all, Jerome clearly started to guess that he had something to rely on. He side-attacked and said to Shiler, "That room will undergo dangerous changes on the second night. I don't think you can survive, but if you do me a favor, then I..."

Peter suddenly put away the communicator and said, "He hung up."

A trace of murderous intent flashed on Jerome's face. Peter saw that madness very clearly. That was the temperament that could only be seen on those crazy people with antisocial personality disorder.

"I advise you not to move your hands on me." Peter typed a row of words for him to see and said, "I know you might have a gun, but I won't come here without preparing anything."

Jerome didn't seem to be afraid of what Peter said. After making that cold expression, his attention was on the crack of the wardrobe.

The crack was very, very small. Jerome pushed Peter away a bit and put his eyes close to look. He seemed to care very much about what the Short one living in this room was doing in the room.

Peter then remembered that he had turned the room into a mess. Jerome could ignore these traces, but Short would definitely care. What if he called the hotel staff? He would definitely be discovered.

Jerome also appeared a bit solemn, but he seemed to be waiting for something. Short didn't call the hotel staff. He just searched in the room himself. There were many places to hide in the bedroom, so he came to the bedroom almost immediately.

Peter's heart was in his throat. 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 Legion in his hand, and if things weren't right, he could return to the space where the black sun was immediately. But Peter just felt a chill, and his brain wasn't very bright either.

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

The syringe contained black-red things, which looked a bit like blood, but Peter, who had medical common sense, knew that blood couldn't return to the body in such a way. This might be a kind of 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 raised the mobile phone that hadn't lit up the screen as a mirror to shine at Peter.

Peter saw that his face in the screen was terribly pale, and his pupils were also showing signs of wanting to expand. Why did he clearly do nothing, how could he become like this.

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 rushing toward 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 went to the bathroom, so he didn't care. He stepped over the water stains and left.

He felt that he needed to go back to the bedroom to rest for a while. This feeling was very strong. Peter didn't even pay attention to the message sent by Shiler. After entering the room, he fell asleep.

Finding that Peter didn't reply, Shiler also knew that he must have encountered something over there. 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 guess. But no matter what, he had to survive this second night that was dangerous enough, otherwise all guesses wouldn't have the opportunity 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, so no substantial phenomenon happened. Shiler 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 approaching dusk, and the abnormality in the room was more obvious.

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

The curtains in the room disappeared at some point. The very dazzling light of dusk shone directly into the room. The reflection of all things was strengthened by 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 bang. Accompanied by the sky getting darker and darker, this situation was getting more and more serious. The wind was no longer wind, but more like a powerful fist constantly hammering the window, as if some monster was about to rush in.

The bathtub in the bathroom had been making sounds, first gurgling, and then the sound of the wind coming from the pipe.

When the sky was 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 teeth and claws.

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

Shiler wasn't without fear. Autistic patients weren't completely without emotions either. They were more like having no channel for emotional expression. However, Shiler belonged to the kind of autistic 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 Shiler, he might indeed be affected by this, but the problem was that Shiler only brought a personality trait here. He was just a bishop. Whether it was hardware or software, his emotion manager was in the Gao Ta and wasn't brought over. He didn't have the condition to fear.

The greatest lethality of the Cthulhu myth system lay in the destruction of cognition. For example, ants felt very good when living in their own ant nest, 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 this bishop could think completely because it was streamed from the Gao Ta, but as long as he didn't stream, he didn't have the components to obtain forbidden knowledge and recognize the 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 recklessly.

However, not all Outer Gods talked about martial arts, or rather, the Outer God related to little Bruce didn't talk about martial arts at all.

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

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

Very good, now it was the set of "Final Destination".

Shiler didn't stop for half a second. After the TV exploded once, Shiler rushed over directly, hugged the hot TV that had just exploded, and rushed to the window, opening the window and throwing the TV out.

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

The drawer fell to the ground. Shiler rushed over again and threw the drawer out of the window as well.

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

The ceiling lamp on his head began to flash sparks. This Shiler indeed couldn't remove it, 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. Shiler didn't stop after entering the bedroom. Sheets, quilts, pillowcases, everything that could be thrown was thrown out by him.

Even the two bedside tables that weren't too big were thrown out by him. That was, the bed was too big, and he couldn't move it, otherwise it would be thrown out the same way.

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

Shiler returned to the living room again, but at this time, the sofa and bedside table he couldn't move were also flying up.

This wasn't wanting to kill me, Shiler 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, bringing out some sparks, thick smoke could choke a person to death in two minutes, or simply adjust 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 around like a child. This proved that the other party didn't want to kill him at all.

Then there was only one possibility left. Shiler looked back at the bathroom door. The existence in the room couldn't kill him directly, but there must be something in the bathroom that could.

Shiler didn't enter the bathroom. He rushed to the window at the fastest 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 windowsill outside the hotel, and his whole body was close to the wall of the hotel.

A gust of wind blew, but it couldn't affect Shiler because the wind came from between the two hotels and blew on Shiler's side. 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 of the room.

But this wouldn't work. Shiler had to stay outside the window all night. He had to have a foothold.

Just at this time, Peter finally replied to the message. It seemed that he had woken up from sleep.

Thinking of the previous time difference inference, Shiler asked immediately, "Peter, do you have any method to create a foothold outside the window of the living room?".

Hearing Shiler's urgent tone, Peter knew that he didn't have the time to ask why. He said, "I brought a miniature version of the spider silk launcher. Changing a kind of raw material can create spider silk with stickiness."

"How long can it be maintained?"

"More than ten years, and almost no means can remove it."

"Hurry up, Peter."

Peter immediately took the equipment and walked to the window of the living room, and at this time Shiler was already standing on the windowsill with both feet. In order to stabilize his body, his hands had to reach into the window frame to grab, and the glass fragments had already floated up and were ready to go, seeming to intend to cut off Shiler's fingers.

Accompanied by a few hissing sounds, Shiler knew that Peter should have succeeded over there. What was done in the past must have an impact on the future. Peter sprayed spider silk on the window in the past, then there should be spider silk left over at this time point of Shiler.

But nothing appeared on the window frame.

Was the guess wrong???