Chapter 2777

After knowing that the hotel where Peter was might be even more dangerous, Shiler didn't want to let him explore anymore, because he likely couldn't see the many dangers beneath the calm surface and was too easy to let his guard down.

Shiler guessed that since the two ordinary people in Room 1901 and Room 1903 could persist for so long without being completely assimilated, there might be such people in Room 1907 and Room 1909; as long as their sanity remained and they could communicate, since they had stayed longer than he had, they could definitely provide more important information.

Just before 1:00 AM, Shiler left the room with a flashlight; he didn't intend to wait until the next morning, because in a place like this, there was no difference between day and night, and these monsters in the Cthulhu mythos weren't afraid of light.

Shiler opened the door gently; the corridor was pitch black, and that mysterious existence that made the elevator sound had already left; Shiler held a flashlight in one hand and an unlit white candle in the other, and reached the door of Room 1907 at the fastest speed.

He didn't knock on the door, but instead wrote a few sentences on a sticky note, stuffed it through the door crack, and made some rustling noises, then waited patiently for the other party's response.

He guessed there were people inside this door for no specific reason, just intuition, but sometimes, magic just needed some inspiration and intuition.

Sure enough, very quickly, Shiler heard some movement behind the door, and another note was passed back, using the sticky note the hotel placed at the head of the bed, on which was written, "No matter who you are, leave here as soon as possible."

"I'm trapped." Shiler replied: "I can't leave the 19th floor now; do you have any way?"

"Follow behind 'it'; you only have one chance."

Shiler immediately realized that besides the sound of the alarm clock ringing in each room, the elevator would ring one extra time, which proved that the mysterious existence was very likely also coming up via the elevator; it had a way to use the elevator.

Since it could use the elevator, Shiler could follow behind it into the elevator, and thereby go to other floors, but the only problem was, could this thing really be approached at close range?

Shiler didn't fully trust the person in Room 1907, because they might have undergone a mutation just like the person in Room 1903, and were now just lying to harm others.

"Who are you?" Shiler asked a key question.

Another note was passed out very quickly, and the name written on it made Shiler's eyes widen in shock; on the sticky note, it was written very forcefully, "I am James Gordon."

This handwriting seemed to carry extremely heavy resentment, the strokes were very forceful, and it could be seen that the other party's hand was shaking; if he really was James Gordon, his current condition must be bad.

Shiler just wanted to continue replying to him, when another note was passed out; Shiler just wanted to reach out to take it, but through the light of the flashlight, he saw that the sticky note was wet.

Another sticky note was sent out, on which it was still written "I am James Gordon!!", followed by a second, third, and fourth; countless sticky notes were frantically passed out from the door crack, all written with that extremely resentful handwriting saying "I am James Gordon!!!!".

Gordon was indeed in trouble; Shiler narrowed his eyes slightly; the sticky notes were still being stuffed out continuously, but some of them were stained with water.

Shiler didn't touch any of them.

Suddenly, the sticky notes stopped appearing; after a pause of about ten seconds, the last piece of paper appeared before Shiler's eyes, on which it was written in blood-red handwriting, "Help me open the door."

"Listen, Gordon, I know you still have sanity now, at least a part of you does; please give me the key card now, I want to open the door to save you."

"I know you don't trust me, but no matter whether you open the door or not, you are in a situation where you will definitely die; if your corpse can stay outside, at least it can give some warning to those who come later, or let that thing in the corridor kill you to prevent the spread of pollution."

Shiler said at a fast speed; he knew this was the last chance to save Gordon; whether this detective could survive today depended on whether the sanity he had left could control him to pass the key card out.

Shiler believed that as Cat Getan's last conscience, he could do it.

With a click, the key card fell to the ground, but it wasn't passed out from the door crack; Shiler could already see the threshold through the light of the flashlight, but the other party seemed to have no strength to bend over.

Shiler took out his small knife; he tried hard to extend the knife inside, and the tip of the knife touched the edge of the threshold, but it was still a bit short; now it was impossible to exert any force like this.

Suddenly, a foot at the doorway moved; Gordon kicked the key card out with his right foot; the second Shiler got the key card, he stuck the key card on the door without any pause, and used all his strength to slam the door open; with a bang, a black shadow was knocked flying out and fell heavily to the ground.

Shiler didn't rashly use the flashlight to shine on him, but turned on the lights in the room at the fastest speed; only then did he have time to look at Gordon—only one-third of Gordon's neck remained connected to his body.

And on the cross-section of the one-third that was disconnected, many things like eggs were growing, as if dense black plastic balls were embedded into the flesh and blood; just by looking at it for one second, Shiler felt as if he had been hit hard, his eyes hurting as if they were about to jump out of their sockets.

Although his sanity value wouldn't decrease, he still couldn't be completely immune to this kind of forced mental attack; Shiler leaned back abruptly and hit the wall directly.

At this time, Gordon had already stood up; he looked like he wanted to attack Shiler, but also seemed to be held back by something, swaying non-stop on the spot, and that neck looked like it was about to break.

Shiler couldn't care about his bruised forehead; he rushed to Gordon's side at the fastest speed, pinned him down, and inserted the small knife into his neck.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

The scream Gordon let out didn't sound like it could be made by a human at all; it sounded more like a terrifying baby's screech.

But Shiler's hands didn't stop at all; after the small knife was inserted, he forcefully dug out one of the black eggs, threw it to the side, and with a squelch, after the semi-soft, semi-hard shell broke, a mollusk like a slug fell onto the floor, still rolling and wanting to approach Shiler.

Shiler didn't have time to deal with it now; after stomping it to pieces with one foot, he returned to Gordon's side, but the other black eggs buried in the flesh and blood seemed to have been stimulated and had already begun to hatch; slugs as thick as half a palm began to frantically burrow into Gordon's body.

"Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Now it was Gordon who was screaming.

Shiler tried hard to pick the worms out with the knife, but one worm burrowed into Gordon's stomach along the esophagus, seemingly wanting to swallow his internal organs; Shiler stood up quickly, opened the bedroom door, and sure enough, found a bottle of red wine on the nightstand.

He picked up the red wine, broke the neck of the bottle, pried open Gordon's mouth, and poured it into his stomach; Gordon convulsed and rolled forward, and finally lay on the ground and vomited forcefully, and that slug was vomited out by him.

Shiler didn't pause immediately; he took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out a small handful of medicine, and stuffed it all into Gordon's mouth; this was a high-concentration painkiller.

Then he took out a needle and thread from the pocket inside his trench coat; of course, it wasn't for surgery, just ordinary needle and thread, but now he couldn't care about that much; Shiler straightened Gordon's neck and began to suture it.

Theoretically speaking, a neck broken like this definitely couldn't be saved, but after all, Gordon should have already been polluted, and the vitality of a polluted monster must be stronger than other people's; now as long as he stopped the bleeding first and sutured the wound well, and then let Gordon's consciousness take the upper hand, there was still a chance to save him.

After those eggs and slugs were cleared from his body, Gordon barely quieted down; his eyeballs turned toward Shiler, seemingly observing who he was.

Shiler sutured Gordon's neck very roughly, and very carefully ensured that no blood touched anything other than his hands, then used the remaining red wine to wash his hands clean.

The painkillers took effect very quickly, and Gordon's vitality indeed became stronger; he could even stand up slowly, then touch his own neck, let out a long breath, and say in a hoarse voice: "No matter who you are, thank you, you saved my life."

Shiler shook the red wine off his hands; he looked at the young face of this James Gordon and shook his head somewhat helplessly; if it were the fully-grown Gordon, he would really be a good teammate, but unfortunately, the people in this universe were all young, and the Gordon in front of him looked only 20-something, completely a new recruit.

"Tell me what's going on here." Shiler walked over to close the door and said: "I just arrived yesterday and am staying in 1905."

Gordon's face was somewhat pale; he sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and slowly narrated his terrifying encounter here.

"I didn't arrive much earlier than you; three days ago, I received a message from Bruce Wei En, who said he encountered some trouble at the Wei En Hotel and asked me to come help him."

"Hearing that he encountered trouble at his own hotel, didn't you suspect anything?" Shiler had to ask this, because the loophole was really too obvious.

But Gordon looked at Shiler somewhat strangely and said: "You're not a local, are you? In recent years, it's not strange for Gothamites to encounter trouble anywhere, even in their own bathtubs."

Only then did Shiler remember that little Bruce had previously used the power of an Outer God to clear the extreme curse of Cat Getan, and quite a few people who were polluted particularly deeply were cleared by him, and the power of the Outer God had long polluted this city; I'm afraid that for a long time, Gothamites had been coexisting with these horrors.

"I know it's that kind of thing." Gordon said as expected: "It's the kind of thing we often encounter recently, very dangerous and terrifying, and Bruce Wei En must not have anything happen to him; the battle at the Falcone estate back then already cost us too high a price."

"The Falcone estate?"

"Yes, it was completely polluted; Maroni killed Falcone, turned into a lump of flesh more than ten meters high, and took out quite a few people from the police station; in the end, it was Bruce and I who worked together to launch a large flame bomb to take him out."

Shiler nodded to show he understood; Gordon didn't want to talk much about past glories either, and he said: "Realizing that Bruce was in trouble, I rushed here at the fastest speed, but it was already too late at that time."

"I felt something was wrong when I went upstairs, because I felt it was a bit too damp in the elevator, but I was eager to save someone and rushed into Room 1907 at the fastest speed."

"You didn't find Bruce."

"He wasn't here at all." Gordon seemed somewhat confused and said: "I don't think Bruce would lie to me."

"But the Outer God might not." Shiler said very straightforwardly: "Something must have lied to you."

"Yes, but it was already too late when I knew."

"How were you polluted?"

"In fact, I don't know either." Gordon also appeared very confused and said: "Discovering Bruce wasn't here, I realized I might have fallen into a trap, but when I wanted to leave, I found that the elevator was no longer working, so I could only spend some time looking for a way to leave here."

"But in the process, I felt my neck becoming more and more uncomfortable, always tilting to one side."

"Until I looked in the mirror this morning, I suddenly realized that my neck was broken, and it was already broken on the first day I arrived here."